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#Demon slayer x Chubby reader!

peppermint-monster · 2 years

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Arrange Marriage Sanemi Shinazugawa X Chubby Reader!

Warnings: Handjob, Mean! Sanemi (For the most part), Pet names (Princess, My Love, etc...), Degradation, Humiliation, Masturbation (Solo Female), Unprotected sex (At the very end), Blowjob, Dirty talk, Confession, Jealousy-ish Reader, Cheating...?, Thighjob, Rejection...?, Caught, Mutual Masturbation. Basically, NSFW. 🤷🏻‍♀️

Also be mindful that I didn't really mention much of the reader's appearance (besides she's a female) since I wanted to keep it vague for everyone to relate as much as possible, though it is definitely for the more voluptuous side of ladies. 😊

Please be mindful that all photos are not mine, but the making of the collage is.

MINORS DNI!!!! 🔞🙅🏻‍♀️ If you're not comfortable with this, please ignore!

Arranged Marriage: Sanemi Shinazugawa X Chubby Reader! Who to her parents, Shinazugawa was the ideal man that they’d picked for their daughter, well business-wise at least.

Her father became good friends with a man called Ubuashiki Kaguya, who made an arrangement for her to marry one of the Harshira’s when she reached a certain age. Not knowing about this agreement until it was too late.

In front of her parents and herself were Ubuashiki and the man whom she promised to marry, Sanemi Shinazugawa, who was kneeling next to her father's friend. When first meeting him, she could say she was intimidated by his appearance, having many scars scattered on his face and down his body, trailing down and hidden from sight by his uniform. He was definitely the opposite of her, with a rough, muscular body with numerous scars scattered around, while hers was far smoother and soft to the touch, with only stretch marks here and there. Yet she didn't seem to mind.

She quickly averted her gaze, and her face became warm the moment she saw his bloodshot eyes stare back at her. Oh no, she was caught!

“Hello, I look forward to getting to know much more about you.” As quickly as she turned away, she quickly turned back to his eyes the moment she heard his voice. Oh, how deep and smooth it was. She could feel the tingling sensation between her thighs with every word he spoke, not that she was paying attention.

As far as she knew, he seemed like a respectful, calm, collectible man, almost what one could call an ideal gentleman. She doesn't know much about what her father supported, just that he could at least protect her from what lurks in the dark.

Forcing them to spend more time together. She cries out in response to her father's unexpected action; shoving her through the other end of the sliding doors while closing them behind her.

She was forced inside the room, hitting a wall that seemed to be tipping down with her as she braced for impact, squeezing her eyes shut until she collided with the solid figure, which she now sensed felt warm. She used her hand, which was clutching what she wasn't aware was a piece of clothing, to feel whether what she was thinking was true.

She gasps from feeling her hand being slapped away from what she didn't know was Sanemi's face.

“Get off of me!”

“I-I-I’m so sorry-”

Using his other hand, Sanemi places his hand on her face forcing her to move to the side.

“I’m sorry!” She bowed from where she sat while seeing him move farther away to another set of sliding doors, that he laid down on his side facing what she just noticed was one of the entrances to the courtyard.

It was silent for a moment before she finally dared to speak, “It’s such a lovely day out, such a nice breeze we are having today don't you think?” She awkwardly said, crawling her way towards Sanemi until she was next to him. Glancing down at him, she saw how he just lay there eyes closed with a hand supporting his head. Seeming to not pay too much mind to her.

“Say, do you hear that? That sounds like a bug's mating call, right? I read something about that though I'm not sure” She shyly chuckles, still not getting a peep from him.

This led on for a few minutes, her anxiously trying to carry out a conversation that he didn’t seem to care.

“You know…you could ask me a few things. Nothing is out of reach.”

“Is that so?” She was shocked to hear him suddenly speak but quickly smile while nodding encouraging him to continue.

“Well how about shutting up.”

What did he say?

“I-I’m sorry?”

“Do you not shut up for one second? Can't you see I'm not in the mood to play pretend? So why don't you do what I say and shut up.” He said, glaring at her.

“Well, you don't need to be so damn rude! I just thought, what you said in the meeting was actually true!”

“Yeah, I don't give a fuck about the meeting.” He scoffed.

She sat there, eyeing that man she was going to marry, shocked by what he said as she heard shuffling coming from in front of her. As she was about to tilt her head to look at Sanemi, she felt a painful pressure in her chubby cheeks jerking her forward to face those dull, bloodshot eyes of his.

“Let's get one thing straight: this is nothing more than an agreement between Master Ubuashiki and your old man. Nothing more, nothing less. I don't see why the Master chose me to babysit such a spoiled rich brat who hasn't lifted a finger throughout her life.”

Sanemi Shinazugawa was the exact opposite of what she expected. His once respectful, well-spoken, calm demeanor quickly changed to this sadistic, rude, incompetent, threatening, and many more things that she could go on and on about a man who stared at her as if he despised her.

“We would be nothing more than strangers who happen to be married, so don’t go making some plans. Got it.” Right as he told her that, he pushes her away making her stumble backwards and fall flat on her ass. Tears gather in the corner of her eyes while she moved away from the grumbling man as she tried to stop her tears from falling while silent ok’ing.

Sanemi's personality changed not too long after her father and Ubuashiki arrived, becoming the same gentleman that they both appeared to know.

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“You look handsome, my love.” She whispers as they walk down the aisle.

Not being able to help but gawk at what her husband was wearing. I mean this if the first time seeing him wear something besides his uniform.

“My love?” Noticing his disturbed expression, she shyly nodded.

“I just thought, since we are newlyweds, we could give each other pet names. Is that alright with you?”

Staring at where they were walking, Sanemi quickly strained out his disapproval.

“We haven't even left the damn ceremony yet. There's no need to call me a stupid pet name. Just call me by my birth name.” He grumbles out, shooting her a quick side glance before looking forward and speed-walking out of the temple.

Pain shot through her heart at Sanemi’s words, trying desperately for this marriage to work, but for that to happen, both parties must work together... right?

Well, even if Sanemi isn't having it, she definitely plans on trying.

Going one day to the demon slayer's headquarters.

With a nervous expression on her face, she wiped her sweaty hands on the side of her kimono before properly holding the carefully wrapped desert in her hand.

She prayed that Sanemi would be grateful for what she has done, maybe go out of his way and say how he loves her before giving her a kiss on the cheek -Ah get a grip girl. This is just to show him how she’s not a spoiled brat that doesn't know anything (when in reality, he caught her red-handed though she plans on proving to him that she could improve and so could he).

Making his favorite that she secretly found out by Giyu. She’s done everything from scratch, waking up before dawn and starting baking, trying her best to make something she knew little to nothing about, making multiple trials and errors.

Finally making some that looked fairly good, she couldn't help but bring some to her husband while being unaware of how she looked, having red bean paste smeared on her forehead and her hair loosened from the tie she had worn.

There he was, her husband, sweating his ass off while training young swordsmen to what she could see to death. Yet he still look as handsome as the first day she met him.

She stood in a corner waiting for them to take a break until she was sought out.

“Who is that?”

“Why is she staring at us?”

“Should we say something?”

It got to the point that even Sanemi seemed to notice that everyone was talking about something, which was pissing him off since it was disturbing his lesson.

“Oi! What the hell are you whispering about? ” He hissed, heading to the gossiping slayer, who quickly cried out, “N-Nothing sir, just wondering who is that!”

Sanemi was confused by who they were talking about, so he glanced behind him to see who it was.

For a second she saw a shocked expression on his face, before quickly changing back to a scowl. Shyly waving at him, she was about to say something to Sanemi as he was coming this way when she was cut short by him grabbing her sleeve and dragging her to the sliding doors she came from.

“What the hell are you doing here?!?”

“I-I came here to give you something.” She said struggling to keep up with him.

“Whatever it is could wait.”

“But it's something I think you would like.” Calmly collecting herself, she takes out the wrapped up ohagi. “I made it myself, I hope you like it.”

“I don't have time to play games.”

“But this isn't a game, Sanemi. Listen I mad-”

“Enough!” He shouts out, not taking count of what he has done. Slapping the wrap treats out of her hand and to the ground spilled some of them in the process.

“You look a mess, coming to this establishment so filthy and for what to give me something? Go home and clean yourself up.”

Tuning out whatever he was saying after that, she kneeled down picking up what was left. She felt her face heat up, as embarrassment overwhelmed her. Glanced up to see some of the female slayers chuckling.

“I’m sorry for disturbing you. I’ll never bother you again.” She whispers out, her voice trembling as she stands up and quickly closes the door behind her.

Slowly walking to the entrance, she stops her track when seeing the same group of girls walking by.

“Can you believe what happened? Was that girl confessing to him? That was pathetic I tell you.”

“Tell me about it, the way he just threw whatever that was she made to the ground.”

“And her weight. You could tell she's not a slayer. Where did she come from actually.”

She was disappointed to know that no one seemed to learn about Sanemi and her relationship. And how these girls could just judge her without knowing her. She grew irritated with herself, putting up a front from her father and the corporation, and how it was obvious that Sanemi would never love her. Clutching the smashed up homemade goods she was slowly losing faith.

“Well now, what do we have here?”

The hairs on the back of her neck stood up. She hadn't even noticed someone sneaking up behind her. She slowly backed away, looking up to see who it was.

Towering over her, was a 6ft white hair Sound Hashira who was looking back at her. Glancing towards the laughing group of girls, seeming to notice what she had heard. Not wasting a second, he heads to the group of girls who seem shocked when they notice him.

“You there, watch how you speak about others. You do not know anything about that woman you are speaking of.” He narrows his eyes, speaking with such calmness that had those girls apologizing. “As punishment, you are to do 500 pushups.”

She was shocked by what she heard, it was nice of him to do that but at the same time, she didn't need someone's pity.

“You didn't need to do that…”

“Nonsense, that was unflashy of them to say to such an adorable woman.” Uzui smile. Noticed what was wrapped in the curvy beauty's arms. “Say what do we have here?”

In a blink of an eye, she was shocked to see that the man had the bag she was carrying.

“Nothing something dumb that I made. But don’t worry about it, I plan on throwing them out so please y-you don't have to-” Before she had a chance to persuade the flamboyant man to not eat the ohagi, he quickly took one of the treats and plant it in his mouth.

“Hmm, not much flair on how it looks but it definitely has some spice to it.” He said, giving her a thumbs up with a cheeky smile.

No one has ever given her a compliment like that. Sure she has maids to compliment her but it always seemed forced, and she never had any friends so that was also a no. So when this white hair man with such a peppy attitude said that to her, her heart couldn’t help but beat fast.

“Well, I’ll let you go. Now don't go wandering off. Until we meet again.” He said, patting her on the head before walking away.

“Ok… see ya.” She was in a daze, while watching him leave. But couldn’t be more happy that she found someone that somewhat liked her.

With a smile on her face, she happily walked away unnoticed by her, that a certain Wind Hashira was eavesdropping.

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He was pissed. Far beyond it.

Those fucking glances they would give to each other just pissed him off.

It made Sanemi's lavender eyes bloodshot as he watched his dear wife enjoy herself in the little outing that members of the higher ranking were exclusively invited to, primarily with a certain slayer.

On the other hand, she seems to have noticed Sanemi’s quiet demeanor not daring to ask him why or look at him, instead focused on the person sitting across from her.

When she first came to the outing, she was speechless and in awe of meeting the Harshira’s one by one, til meeting Uzui, the sound Harshira. Shock that she was able to see him again.

“So we meet again.” He said, giving a crooked smile before winking at her. As they stood side by side, she took note of how his height towered over Sanemi's.

She greeted him back, noticing how her body was reacting: goosebumps erupted as a shivered run down her spine from his light touch, her nipples erect and a tingling sensation between her legs as he walked away.

She wasn’t surprised when hearing he had three wives, in fact she would have been shocked if he was still single.

Glancing up she was met with Sanemi’s stare, yet he didn't seem embarrassed that he was caught more like happy. Silently giving her a look she wasn't all too familiar with.

“Oi eat up, you seem much thinner from the last time we met. Here, eat this. You know what they say, the healthier the woman, the better fertile she is to have many young.” Uzui whispers, handing her a few slices of meat that he thinks she'll like.

Blushing from what he’s said, she hope no one heard that.

“Thank you.” She shyly said, taking a sip of the bitter sake that she wasn't used to as she caught Sanemi's eyes following her every movement. She was grateful no one was questioning why she and Sanemi weren't sitting next to each other.

Like she promised she would never interfere with him again, going out of her way to not be known by him when in closed door, and if needing to be together in occasion like this in particular she would sit the far opposite of where he was, but it seems this is not working for Sanemi.

“Excuse me.” Getting up from where she sat, she looks away from Sanemi's direction, not daring to look him again as she fixes her kimono before hurriedly running along out of the room. Pressing her back against the wall, she breathes out long shaky breath to calm her nerves. Honestly not knowing why her heart was beating fast and her legs were already ready to buck.

Caught in her own little world, she didn't notice the sounds of footsteps coming her way. Gasping as she turns the corner to be met by scary looking Sanemi, who pressed her soft form hard against the wall.

“San-” Before she had the chance to say anything, Sanemi’s hand reached for her mouth, covering it with his palm while moving his other hand up to his lips and signal for her to be quiet. Quickly she nodded in response, scared of what he might do to her. Keeping his hand over her mouth, he placed the other on the wall beside her head as her heart began to beat faster as his face got closer.

“Don't provoke me, I promise I won't be gentle if I find out you and Uzui have something.” Looking him dead in the eyes his jaw clenched as he finally lets go of her before walking away from the scene.

What the hell just happened?!?

Walking back to the little outing, when she open the door and was about to make her way back towards her seat a hand took a hold of hers.

“Ah, what are you-“

As she was about to say something to the person, she notice it was Sanemi who had grabbed her, side eyeing her before looking away and dragged her to the opposite side from where she sat and right down to the one next to his.

Not once saying a word. He took a plate that happen to be near and begin to grab variety of food around them before placing it down next to her.

“Eat up.” Was all he said while drinking down his sake. Not once looking her way the whole night.

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As she lay in bed agreeing with herself on how much she loathed Sanemi, the events of that day swayed her from sleeping.

Remembering how he'd pinned her and how close his strong body was next to her, how she'd caught his manly aroma for a brief second, how his hand felt on the lower part of her back when he lower her to sit that set her body on fire with want and desire. To this day, she can still feel the warmth of his body.

She buries her face in the pillow and screams into it before peeking out. She shouldn't be lusting over that jerk of a husband she has. The way he would look at her, as though he despised her. Or just plainly ignore her like she didn’t exists.

It's not fair. Why didn't her father or even Mr. Ubuashiki give her Uzui, who treats his wives right with such love and care for one another, like a big happy family. Anyone could tell he satisfied Makio, Suma, and Hinatsuru emotionally, spiritually, and... sexually.

She can't help but feel envious, envious of Uzui's love for his wives. I mean, she's a female with desires, and to make matters worse, after being married and expecting them to start their new relationship, Sanemi just took a shower and went to bed next to her without even saying goodnight.

Did he have no sexual desires? Or was he seeing someone behind her back? She was too afraid to approach her husband about these allegations. As she pondered these thoughts, her hand couldn't help but delicately brush her exposed body while burying her face in the pillow she was clutching... Sanemi's pillow, to be precise.

She didn't need him. She knew how to tend to herself way before even meeting Sanemi.

Her fingers grazed against her delicate skin as she imagined those large muscular hands that could manhandle her. Her body slowly began to heat up at the notion of his hand toying with her, spreading her slick fold and assaulting her swollen clit exactly like she was doing, while he praised her body as if she were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

She takes a deep breath and shifts her position on the futon, lowering the side of her robe to knead her breasts. Her index and middle finger would pinch her tender nipple so lovingly as soft whimpers echoed throughout the darkroom as she strained to spread her legs wide while thrusting two fingers deep within her cunt, right up until a knot formed inside her.

She leaned her head back against the pillow, eyes closed to focus on the waves of pleasure shooting through her arched body all the way down to her curling toes. As the knot was quickly becoming undone, she drew her hand away, not wanting to cum too fast.

A heavy sigh leaves her lips as she whimpers to herself while gripping the same pillow she was holding before to get a whiff of the lingering scent she missed. Going back to playing with herself.

“Hm... Uzui~”

"What did you say?!?" In front of her, a hissing sound can be heard. When the sliding door opened to announce his presence, it startled her.

Her eyes widened in disbelief as she looked up to see her husband standing there glaring at her.

"How long have you been standing there?" She cleared her throat, trying to ignore the heat that crept up to her cheeks as she struggled to hide her exposed body.

"Long enough to know who you imagine when I'm not here," Sanemi growled, glaring at his unfortunate wife.

The whole time he’s been there watching her, it was an accident at first. Just gotten home and was going to take a bath when hearing the curvy beauty in bed, peaking through the crack of the door, her face buried in his pillow and her hand between her thighs.

Let’s face it, Sanemi hasn’t had sexual relief in such a long time, just hasn’t had the time with everything going on. So he couldn’t help himself from palming his already hard cock. Just seeing her nude body and the way she knead her nipple while fucking herself was making him go insane. Everything was going perfectly until, "…Uzui~"

Then, all hell broke loose.

As she strained to respond to Sanemi's words, her lips opened and closed like a fish out of water.

"Why so embarrassed? Just a second ago, you were touching yourself with the thought of a married man." He snarls, sinking to his knees and stalking towards her. The curvy beauty scurries back as Sanemi grabs her robe collar and brings her in for a fiery kiss.

Sanemi's tongue entered her mouth, exploring every place he could reach until his lips grasped her tongue, sucking the smooth muscle, and she moaned in surprise. Her thoughts became fuzzy as she resist him, clutching the front of his uniform, until feeling the heat from his body engulf her nude one. Finally succumbing as he lowered her down on the bed, lifting her chin to get better access. Their bodies begin to melt into one another.

A loud whimper escaped from her lips as she began to buck her hips, craving some friction between her thighs. He bit her bottom lip before trailing down his down along her nude neck, peppering delicate kisses on her chest.

Feeling self-conscious, she shyly began to place her hands between Sanemi and her chest, until feeling pressure on her wrist, staring down, she noticed that Sanemi was glaring at her as though telepathically daring her to cover herself in his presence.

She quickly moved her hands away, slipping them around his back, wanting the physical affection from this touch-starved man.

She gasps when feeling Sanemi's tongue lap over her soft, sensitive breast, nibbling and sucking every spot. She ranked her fingers through his hair as the Hashira eyes slowly rolled to the back of his head from pure bliss.

His hand went lower too, gliding his finger over her slit, somewhat troubled by the fact that she was wet already. Harshly, he scatters kisses on her breast, not caring if he hurt her for a second since he plans on relieving her by toying with her pussy.

“Ah, it’s not fair. Why am I the only one naked? ” She whines, sucking on Sanemi’s thumb, which he seems to be enjoying the sight of.

Staring at the pouting curvy beauty, Sanemi grumbles to himself before quickly removing a bit of his haori with the assistance of his eager wife.

She bit her lower lip, staring longingly at her husband, in awe at what was in front of her. Scares cover his whole body, from his big chest to his naked feet. She delicately traced the fading scar on his lower tummy, unable to control herself, but her hand was snatched away from his chest and dragged forward to face him as she did so, glaring down at her.

"The hell are you doing?"

"I just wanted to feel." She says, trembling, a little startled by his unexpected tone. Sanemi's hand, which was clutching her wrist too firmly, made her grimace.

"And why would you want to do that?" He says, narrowing his eyes.

"Because... I think you're beautiful!" She blurts out, startling the demon slayer. He covers his face with his hand, as a flush spread across his cheeks.

"Damn it... You're so dumb." She sobbed out his name as he slid his fingers inside her, fingertips gleaming with her juice as he parted her folds, eager to see the pulsating bead.

Her thighs strained as he stroked her clit, rubbing slow rhythmic circles over her clit, making her quiver and clutch the teasing arm, but he stayed in place, pinned her leg down and prevented her from shutting her thighs. The long, drawn-out flicks that he was providing abruptly changed to quick strokes, with the occasional slap to her clit. Which was making her to jolt in his grip.

"Stop it, Sa-nemi. I-I want to take care of you as well." She whimpers, her fingers trailing down to the bulge in his pants as she gently pushes him away by his chest. She pouts, staring at him with her doe eyes as she unbuttons his trousers.

She couldn't stop herself from worshiping his member. He had a magnificent cock, around 7 inches long and uncut. Having a fairly decent girth with a nicely trimmed white patch along the base.

She stroked her fingers along his cock's veins, admiring how much pre-cum was leaking out from the red-sensitive tip that was driving Nemi wild. He had too much pride to cry out in absolute bliss as his pretty princess tormented his tip, stroking over and over again against his pisshole as he growled, pushing his hips away when she stuffed her finger within his foreskin touching the base of his tip.

Pulling his hand away from her insides he then begin to tease her bud.

“Ah, no... Come closer. Nemi~” She whimpers, helping herself to caress his hips, wanting him back where she could touch him. Stroking the heavy rod again, following the rhythm that he was touching her.

With a smile on his face, Sanemi was happy to know that his wife was ravishing his form with her eyes, watching him intently, barely blinking as she bit her lower lip. Though he had to admit, he was also liking the view in front of him much more than he anticipated.

She arched her back and placed her head back on her pillow, forcing him to swallow his saliva as he inserted two thick fingers back inside her. Picking up the pace, fingers curling as he drew them out and spreading them wide when they were in.

He saw her legs quivering against his thigh and used it as a cue to speed up, pounding harder while thumbing her clit.

"Hmm... No." She shakily exhales, on the edge of using her other hand to nudge Sanemi closer, much to his confusion.

She didn't waste any time staring up at her lovely husband's eyes as she bent forward to the throbbing member, lapping around the leaking tip like it was her favorite lollipop, bobbing her head down till she was halfway down.

That was enough for Sanemi to not be able to hold back, a moan slipping out as he used his free hand to cover his mouth, slowly a blush crept across his face all the way down his neck.

As her eyes were slowly crossing, from the sensation of Sanemi’s thick fingers scissoring her greedy cunt and his musky scent, which she had never really liked until Nemi’s.

Was he working out before all this?

She just hoped he was by himself and not with some other woman, because if so, she’d seduced him to not go back, suck his dick every morning before he left, and greet him when he came back with a nice proper pussy fuck while praising him for all the hard work he'd done and afterward, a nice home-cooked meal.

What is wrong with her? The once 'I hate him’ demeanor quickly changes when he kisses her.

Was she always this desperate?

Drawing away with a strain of saliva connecting her luscious lips to his fat tip, she stares at Sanemi while fondling his fat balls.

“What with the pout?” He hissed out, his balls tightening from how sensitive they were.

“I wanna kiss.”

“Is that so?” He snorts, watching her tease his length before he draws away. “Then beg for it.” He groans, gazing at her lips that were practically almost touching his.

“No…” She moans as he stares at her seductively.

“I’m not going to kiss you unless you beg for it like a good spoiled brat does.”

“You’re so mean...” She pouted, clinging to his body while tucking her head between the crook of his neck before the words slipped from her lips, saying what she craves.

“Please, kiss me. Sanemi.”

“Again.”

“I-I can't. It’s embarrassing…!” Right as she finishes saying those sentences and plans on clinging to him more, she feels him cup her face, squishing her cheeks together.

“Again.” He emphasizes, moving his face closer to her with those signature eyes of his.

God did he look hot.

“And why don't you also say, my love, just like you did at our wedding.”

‘Ah, he remembers~<3’

“Kiss me, m-my l-l-ove.”

“Hehe, good job.” He said, his breath brushing against her lips as she trembled from the sensation.

"And now for your prize." He slammed his lips against hers. As his tongue wrapped around hers, sucking the wet muscle, her mind began to go blank. She pulls away, lightly pressing Sanemis' shoulder, a strand of saliva linking them as she hurriedly whipped her mouth, unaware that her nose was bleeding.

“God, you're so cute…I could just eat you out.” He smirks while wiping the trail of blood from under her nose.

“Don't you mean you could just eat me up…”

“That too.” Surprised by her husband's words, he kissed her again while bringing her legs together.

“Hm…look at you. I’d say you want more, don't you.” He slips out hurriedly from his pants, shifting her legs upward as best as he can to her chest as she grabs Nemi’s pillow.

“Yes,” She sluggishly said, too drunk on pleasure to care what was happening.

“Just kissing wasn't enough?” He snorts, slapping his length between her slick folds before putting pressure against the entrance.

“No.” She sniffed, burying her face in his pillow. Deliciously inhaling his manly musk that lingers on the pillowcase.

“I should’ve known I would have my hands full with you. A spoiled brat, who's gonna get the worst punishment yet...” He teased, smearing his length with her leaking juice before drawing away, much to her dismay.

Sanemi drank in every soft moan she drew out when thrusting between her velvety thighs. His nose nestled in the crook of her neck, her scent invading his nostrils, not being able to control the moans that slipped out of his mouth.

Jealousy alters his entire evening solely to exemplify to his wife who she should be craving. Just the thought of her calling that damn Sound Hashira’s name while touching herself pissed him off. He was such a hypocrite to say they are nothing but strangers yet the moment her eyes begin to wonder, Sanemi’s has a whole hissy fit for her attention. Which he would never say out loud.

His cock throbs with every thrilling protest and moan she dares muster in an attempt to escape his grasp. She was well aware that it was meaningless. Leading her into a moaning frenzy, absorbing anything Sanemi decides to offer her.

Until she had enough, in a desperate need of release, whining feverishly his name and running her hands up his scarred arms and down his back, tugging him forward in a tight grip.

“Quit whining,” Sanemi hisses, taunting her as he grabs hold of her arms, pinning them over her head to stop her from touching him.

“I-I wanna cum...” She whimpers.

Sanemi nibbled at her earlobe as he continued to thrust between her thighs, his rough thrusts becoming more irregular and uncontrolled, pushing all of his weight down onto her.

His girl, his spoiled little brat, belongs to him and no one else.

“That’s not gonna happen.” Grunts filled her ears as those rough, thick fingers of his gripped her chubby cheeks again, wanting—no, needing—her to make eye contact. Before sliding the other down to her soft tummy to pinch and squeeze her chubby side.

She mewled, as her gummy walls contrasted around nothing, not finding it fair that he was having all the fun while she was suffering.

“No…!”

“Shut up, this is your punishment. You wanna call out another man's name while touching that sluty whole of yours. So you don't get to feel your fat cock brush against your insides. -Hm? You like when I said your cock? Seems you like taking ownership of your things. Too bad that is not going to happen. This cunt is MINES -this whole body is.” He growls lowly, digging his fingers in her soft flesh, making her yelp in protest.

Sure, he was mean to her, but she couldn't help but agree with what her husband said.

I mean, the first time that she met him, she instantly fell for him. She just couldn't help it, wanting to smother this man with love and affection when she saw his scarred body and those enchanting eyes of his.

Her body belongs to him and she hopes his body belongs to her.

Getting a better angle between those doughy thighs of hers, Slinging her thighs over his flushed shoulders. Shit, it felt like Sanemi was on cloud 9 with how soft her body made him feel. It almost feels like he was humping a pillow (forgive me for this imagery).

Her eyes slowly flutter shut as she allows her body to submit to the pleasure, pussy clenched around nothing as his cock slipped between her slick fold, brushing against her clit over and over again until her cunt couldn't help but squirt like never before. She whines and babbles uncontrollably, as she shyly covers her face, embarrassment waves through her when she hears the sound of Sanemi laughing. Making her spam so hard as her thighs grasp around his member while she grips the bedsheet under them.

"What's the matter, princess? Your pampered cunt can't control itself? What a pity. You just look so stupid right now." He breathes heavily against her ear. Submitting to his obnoxious words and brutal thrust, his pre-load dripping dick threatened to burst at any moment until she fell limp, surrendering to the sensation she was feeling.

She gazed into her lover's eyes, resting both her hands tentatively upon his cheeks. Catching Sanemi off guard.

“What are you looking at, brat.”

"You, my darling, I just love you so much," She says breathlessly against his lips, tears welling up in her eyes as she draws him close and glances into his eyes, stroking his damp locks away from those gorgeous eyes.

She slams her lips against his, slipping her tongue into his mouth, enjoying a full-fledged make out session with a stunned Sanemi.

Pulling away from her, he blushes and discreetly wipes his lips before spewing stuttering curses while pumping his cock.

"Tsk- don't say such foolish things so easily, Dummy." He muttered it, hips stuttering, stomach tightening as he kneaded the throbbing red tip over her soft tummy, shooting his load all over her soft skin, seeing his cum reach her swollen breast and over her chin.

“Fuck… As much as I would love to cum in that greedy pussy of yours, I don't plan on taking care of another brat when I have my hands full with one already.” He pants, kissing the leg resting over his shoulder while watching his curvy beauty touch her chin, taking some of his cum on her finger before moving it close to those luscious lips of hers, sucking her cum smeared fingers as she looks up at Sanemi.

Shit was that hot what she had done. Swallowing his saliva, he was too bewitch to say anything for a moment, only staring at her sexy sex-dazed face and those sinful lips of her that he not to long ago seen wrapped around his length.

He was hook. She finally gotten him wrapped around her finger.

“It’s ok. I know you’re a really busy man, so I won't pray you about it. Though maybe next time we could try, you know, so I won't get lonely.” She said, sitting up to clean herself off however right as she spread her legs, showing her soaked cunt Sanemi couldn’t even help himself.

“Hmm…yeah, next time…” He murmured, grasping her hip and pulling her right underneath him. Eagerly stroking his member again, before lining it to her opening.

“Nemi? -Ah!” She jolted, arching her body while gripping the pillow under her. “But, B-but-“

“Shh... there you go princess, in it goes. I know I said I wouldn’t knock you up but I think this is better for the both of us. G-Given ya a kid of your own just might tame your dumbass for the better.” He lolled out, surprising her with a loving smile as he leaned down and took her lips once again as he wrapped her thighs around his waist preparing her for what he had in store.

He struggled with expressing his feelings, especially after what happened to him and his brother when they were young. But it still didn't give him the right to be so cruel to the curvy beauty that actually wanted to be there for him. Maybe as a way of apologizing, Sanemi would have a family with his curvy wife. Hopefully, she’s down for it.

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plussizeficchick · 4 months

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Men that still get shy when you tell them how attractive they are to you :((

Their cheeks get all hot and flushed, they still get a weird, funny feeling in their tummy. They still try to cover their mouth to hide the bashful smile that makes it’s way to their face, but it’s fruitless because you’re always pulling that hand into yours, lacing your fingers together.

They still get flustered when you tell them that you want them to fuck you, that they’re so hot and you’re so wet, even though he hasn’t done anything to warrant such a reaction. He’s simply manspreading on your living room sofa, mindlessly scrolling through channels when you make yourself known on his lap.

It’s subtle, at first. You press innocent kisses to his cheek and he can’t help the quirk in his lip. The smile itching its way. You trail to his neck, kisses getting a bit slower, wetter. He’s not so sure it’s innocent anymore. You start sucking on his jugular and he has to grit his teeth to prevent the groan that’s aching to come out. And when you add teeth? He’s gone.

You don’t even have time to register before he’s got you pinned underneath him on the sofa, veiny hand gripping your throat to suck his own marks into the skin. “Can’t even relax on the couch without you trying to fuck me.” He tuts, annoyed, though you know he’s anything but.

He grinds his hard length into you and you can’t help but moan at the delicious friction. “You just looked s’good. I can’t help it!” You whine into his neck, and he’s thankful you can’t see the slight blush that makes its way to his face.

He composes himself before deciding to take pity, pulling his shorts halfway down his legs while you pull your panties to the side. You’re both too eager so you settle for rubbing against each other. The head of his cock brushes your clit just right, and you’re so wet, he’s sure he could just slip in.

It doesn’t take long before you’re both cumming, your clit throbbing against his cock, while he paints your cute, pudgy tummy white.

It’s just not fair, you make him feel like a schoolboy.

— TOJI, NANAMI, YUUTA, Geto, BAKUGO, Iida, Izuku, AIZAWA, Enji, LEVI, ERWIN, Reiner, Armin, IWAIZUMI, Ushijima, OSAMU, Tsukishima, RINDO, Draken, Giyu, SANEMI, ILLUMI, ZORO, Ace, LAW

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merakidoll · 7 months

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warnings : camboy! tengen x black fem chubby cam girl! reader ( mouth full lmao ). use of toys, dom tengen, rough tengen, penetration, squirting, painting the body with cum, daddy kink !

the bright light shined down onto you capturing your slutty form. from the too small top that your boobs spilled out of, to the thong skirt that your pussy pushed through. your legs were against your chest shaking, as the big beefy man held the badazzled vibrator to your clit chuckling at the sounds of money flowing through.

“look at that babydoll, they love this” tengen kissed your forehead making a long moan stretch out of you. your eyebrows where knitted together, nails clawing into the bed sheets, and toes curled in the knee high socks, vision beganing to blur from how close you were.

“m-m’closeeedaddyy—“ tengen was close to say no but when your bright colored thong grew dark from you squirting, the fun playful tengen was long gone. standing tall he pulled you all the way to the edge of the bed. his back hid you from the camera that had yet to stop making “ching” noises from the gifters. pulling the lose fitted sweats down and your thong to the side he slid right into you grabbing your neck and digging his teeth into his bottom lip.

“can’t. fuckin. listen” he captivated dominance making you forget about the camera that could hear all of your begs for him to slow down and sorry’s. “slobing on daddies hand like a bitch in heat, s-so pathetic” tengen took shaken breaths, his balls jumping from just how close he was. he tuned out how you begged to be stuffed - breeded like a good little girl. but instead as soon as his cock started to let out the thick cum, he pulled out letting it fall all over you painting your boobs, face, and pussy.

moving from the camera, tengen zoomed in on your shaking teary eyed fram laughing ()to himself. “s-supposed to be in me!” you cried out pussy pulsing in the worst way. “bad girls don’t get rewards mama and you know that”

#tengen x black reader #tengen x reader #tengen x chubby reader #tengen smut #tengen uzui x black reader #tengen uzui x reader #demon slayer tengen #tengen uzui smut #kny smut #kny x black reader #kny x reader #demon slayer x chubby reader #demon slayer x black reader #demon slayer smut #anime x chubby reader #anime smut #anime x black!reader #anime x reader

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demiesworld · 8 months

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thinking about men who are obsessed with big girls.

☆ — men who love the stretch marks on your hips, thighs, tummy, ass, tits, and arms. you call them weird when they plant their face in between your plump breasts as you're cuddling. but the affection they show towards what you call "flaws" is genuine and heartening.

☆ — men who makes it their habit to help you apply your lotion to your body after your shower. they have you laying on a towel on your stomach and they rub it all over your skin. "i like it when your skin feels soft and smooth." they answer when you ask them why they like to put lotion on your body. in reality it's because they want to explore your chubby body with their hands. fingers rubbing circles onto your skin and groping on the fat flesh on your love handles.

☆ — when they get agitated by something and you're near by them, they wrap their arm around your waist and squeeze your tummy. jiggling it in their hand as they're trying to assess a problem that's making them irritated in their head.

☆ — men who love it when you wear crop tops that show off your tummy, shorts that barely go over your ass and leave some cheek hanging out, and body hugging dresses (without the shapewear). especially when you're at the pool wearing a two piece swimsuit.

nsfw under the cut!

☆ — men who can't control themselves when you ride them reverse cowgirl and your round ass cheeks are recoiling each time you slam your pussy down on his dick. his eyes are darkened yet focused on your ass because, fuck, the sight of them jiggling and clapping when they hit his skin is mesmerizing. "god... you do that so good baby. riding my cock like that, oh fuck." there's sticky strings of white attached to your pussy and on his cock. your head is tossed back and mouth is singing a chorus of squeaky moans from his cock ramming into your sweet spot. he smacks you on your ass repeatedly till the skin is stinging and it gets sore.

☆ — men who like to fuck you when you're on your stomach. this position is their favorite because they have control over the pace and they get a view of your body jiggling by their hard thrusts. he has his right arm wrapped under your tummy and gripping the fat on your waist. the left one is squeezing your breast and pinching your nipples. he likes that he could toss you around on the bed and fuck you hard enough that you're seeing stars. "can't talk anymore baby eh? did i make- fuck- make you go dumb?"

☆ — men who get excited when you get on your knees and take his big cock into your mouth. your fingers can barely connect around the base of it and you make an effort in swallowing his full length down your throat. your head tilted back shows him the bulge and it drives him crazy that you could do that. "mmm, fuck, mm, just like that. i love that shit baby." he thrusts his hips forward and bullies his dick in your mouth like he does when he's in your pussy. your head game has his legs shaking and balls tightening up when he's getting close to cumming. he tells you stop so he could come on your face, but you hold him by his thighs and lower your mouth on his shaft. your throat flexes around his dick, and he breaks, he releases a heavy load down your throat. just when he thought you couldn't get any nastier you swallow it and fondle his balls.

☆ — men who want for you to sit your pussy down on their face when they eat you out. their pointed nose rubbing at your clit with their long tongue wiggling inside of you. you're going numb when they jostle their head around. he gives your ass gentle smacks as you slowly start to rock your hips on his face. you can't help yourself though, it just feels so good. he makes a gesture for you stop, and he lifts the hood of your clit up, then his tongue flicks rapidly to the hard bud. a shudder crashes through your body, as you whimper and tangle your fingers in his hair. pulling at the strands when you bring his face closer and grind your hips again on his face. "daddy, daddy, i'm going to cum, daddy! m'ohh, ahh, hm!" you whine. you feel a tightness in your stomach at the same time your body is lifted up and you're on the bed with your head on the mattress and rest of your body hoisted up in the air. your feet are touching your shoulders. you look up to see him fucking his tongue into your pussy. in between short breaths, out of his mouth are the words, "come on baby, make this pretty pussy come on my tongue." and your hole clenches around his tongue, a stream of your juices spurt onto his face and drip down your body. his mouth pulls off from your mound smacking his wet lips and tasting yourself on his mouth.

☆ — men who after they're done fucking you they cuddle with you on the bed and just feel all over your body. their hands caress your soft skin and grope on your breasts. his deep voice is whispering praises, appreciations, and assurances into your ear. "i love you so much baby," "you're so fucking beautiful." "don't worry honey i'm not going anywhere." no matter the size of you, they carry you into the shower and help you wash off the body fluids. still they murmur appreciation for your existence as they clean you.

(jjk) gojo, TOJI, NANAMI, geto, choso, sukuna, (kny) TENGEN, RENGOKU, sanemi, (aot) jean, EREN, ERWIN, connie, (tokyo rev) mikey, kakucho, DRAKEN, HANMA, TAIJU, baji, ran, rindou, (marvel) MIGUEL O'HARA, steve rogers, bucky barnes, any of your favs! ♡

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subbmissivesuccubus · 8 months

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Gyomei X Chubby fem Reader~

Content: Fluff and smut <3

Himejime Gyomei is the type who finds plump women more attractive, their soft bodies incredibly soothing for his heightened senses to enjoy.

You might have gotten a comment or two from previous partners that you're too heavy to do couple things like being carried, or sitting on their laps, or even cuddling up against them which led you to have some insecurities about your body and how you shouldn't bother your partners. But when you and Gyomei started falling for each other, you couldn't even bring yourself to voice out these insecurities. Not because Gyomei wouldn't be respectful of them but because...well... it seemed silly when you were with him.

How could you worry about being 'too heavy' when you know there's nothing too heavy for this giant hunk of man? He can push boulders across villages with his bare hands- do you honestly believe your weight would be an issue? Being as tall and muscular as he is- well deserving of his title as the strongest Hashira- just being with him made all those insecurities vanish, or, at the very least, made them something you can laugh at. You love being with him as you can comfortably relax and not have to worry about your size. He can easily lift you up and carry you around with one hand, which he has done, multiple times.

His favorite way to spend time with you is to lounge around with you on his lap, holding your chubby, soft body against him as he rests his head against your own, humming in content as he listens to you talk about anything and everything. His big hands will squeeze at pockets of your body, his favorites being your plush thighs or your waist, smiling as he squeezes at your pudgy love handles. You could sit on his lap for hours and he wouldn't complain, asking you to continue sitting even if you suggested to move off.

(NSFW warning. 18+ Only)

But nothing beats making love to you. This was the only time Gyomei would curse at his blindness as he wishes he could see your beautiful body writhe in pleasure underneath him. Gyomei could be so gentle with you that it would make you cry or pound you so hard you...would cry anyway but for a different reason. His favorite way to take you would be missionary as it allows him to press his body flush against yours, feeling your softness against his own hard and toned body. He lowkey has a size kink, loving how your shorter, rounder body is such a contrast to his own hulking figure. His fat cock bullies its way into your pretty pussy, back bending so he could mouth at your supple breasts, all while your sweet moans echo through the room, his name like a prayer on your lips.

His other favorite way to take you is in a mating press, never able to deny the sensation of pushing your big thighs against your chest, the position making your tummy bulge out a bit which made his cock instantly hard and rearing to unload inside you. The clap of your body against his, the rippling of your ample flesh each time he fucks into you would have made him cum embarrassingly fast were it not for his impressive stamina due to his years of demon slaying.

So yeah. Gyomei is a sucker for cute, chubby girls~

#subby writes #kimetsu no yaiba smut #demon slayer smut #kny gyomei #himejima gyomei #gyomei himejima #kny himejima #himejima gyomei smut #gyomei smut #gyomei x reader #chubby reader #chubby reader smut

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bwabys-scenarios · 2 months

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please do my husband rengoku baby bun

Note: Send me an adult HXH/JJK/Demon Slayer character and I’ll share my thoughts on them! Requests are open if you get inspired by my thoughts and want more :3

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Out of all of the demon slayers I think Rengoku is the most husband material. Devoted, kind, thoughtful, and absolutely SMOKING HOT.

You just made dinner? He’s devouring it then devouring YOU after to thank you for working so hard.

This man eats pussy like he’s STARVING. Ends up sucking on your clit until you’re a stuttering mess, too overstimulated to even speak. And he’ll whisper words or worship and adoration the entire time, telling you how sweet you taste and how pretty your pussy is. He’s a service dom, he wants his baby to feel good!

You are absolutely his stay at home wife, and he is determined to pamper and spoil you as much as possible.

Every time Rengoku has to travel while working he brings home sweets and trinkets from that region for you. Often times he’ll come back with new kimonos and dresses for you, making puppy eyes and begging you to try them on, all so he can rip them back off and pounce on you later <3

Oh my god, the pampering is intensified when you finally get pregnant. Rengoku can’t keep his hands off of you, wanting to feel your baby bump or finger your pretty pussy. He’s just so in love with you, all he wants is for you to feel happy and satisfied, ESPECIALLY when you’re doing all the work carrying his child!

He gets hard just from hearing you mewl with satisfaction when he rubs circles into your clit. You always get to cum first with Rengoku <3

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bimbosandbubbles · 11 months

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God I’m just thinking about men who don’t mind hairy pussy—men who love hairy pussy! Men who still spread your cheeks apart and lick from your pussy to your crack even if the inner cheeks are littered with hair. Men who just love to inhale the scent stuck to the thick pubes—men that just get high off the sickly natural smell. Men who love to see your cute hairs get stuck to your wet pussy once he’s got you warming his thick cock. Men who encourage you to not shave—loving the feeling of the pads of his fingers grazing against the pokey follicles.

Men who are obsessed with seeing the bush once you take off your panties. Men who just can’t get enough when they feel the sweet wet slick that coats the tips of the hair once they put their big fingers in your cunt. Men who just love to see your ample form—tummy sticking out and his long extremities gripping the soft flesh,watching the skin peek out from the gaps of his fingers—while eating you out. Men who don’t care about getting pubes in his mouth while his tongue is flicking against your clit,only caring about the pretty pussy he’s drooling all over.

Men who’s dick gets rock hard when they see your pussy spread and thick pubes being all around the mound.

The men I’m talking about are….

Clark Kent,Miguel O’Hara, Bachira,Shidou, Okuyasu,Ciocolotta, Kira, Denji,Kishibe, Sukuna,Toji, Nanami, Luffy, Doflamingo, Shanks,Sanemi,Gyomei,Tengen,Akaza,Douma, Rengoku, Takemichi, Taiju, Sanzu.

There’s more buttt these are my fav examples🤭

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shaisuki · 9 months

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men who loves the idea of tying you up.

you're standing bare and naked in front of them. watch as they grab the rope. coiling the strands in their fingers as they struck the rope in their palms. the contact of the rope in their hand makes a resounding thud. they are walking towards you. their eyes rake in the sight of your plump body as they encircle you.

"stay still for me, pretty girl."

they would murmur. drags the rope in your skin. you can feel the roughness of the rope, sending tingling sensations throughout your body. strikes the rope in your skin, your flesh ripples at the contact. goosebumps rising to the very edge of your existence. they watch in astonishment at the reaction your body speaks for you. licking their lips in excitement. you were perfect for this and so they began entangling you with the ropes.

"such perfect body you have, baby."

he says, you only reply with a "thank you, sir." it's still difficult to receive the compliments when you're away from what a body should be deemed by society but still, in their eyes you're body is perfect to them. perfect for them to manipulate and mold into what they desire. you, being bounded by ropes is with a hidden agenda for them. appreciating the art they are creating with your body as the canvass and the paint. they are the artist.

"be an obedient girl for me."

they would compliment as they ran the ropes around the expanse of your flesh. fingers ghosting through the bare flesh, sending shivers down your spine. you can feel the rigid texture of the rope biting at your flesh when their deft and skillful fingers tightens around your skin. flexing your muscles bound and the rope would only get tighter.

"you're a fucking art, baby."

he can't help but to curse under his breathe. admiring the masterpiece he created with you. your soft tummy hanging, tits spilling in the confines of the rope. hands tied back. your stretch marks and the scars in display for him to see. you're a masterpiece yourself and his ego couldn't get any bigger than seeing you bounded by the ropes.

"say the word."

he tells you. it's not only his pleasure but yours too. say the word and he's stopping. replying with a assurance that you're going to fine, he raises the cloth. covering your eyes as he tied a knot behind your head. surroundings turning black and you can hear your breath, the beat of your heart and everything.

"good girl."

praising in his hot sultry voice that leaves you bothered and hot. he smirks at the effect he have on you. sweet little thing you are. his fingers already making it's appearance in your skin. he can finally worship his art. he has you under his control and you can't deny him nor hide from him. you're all his to manipulate and the exploration begins.

his thick fingers plunges in your tight hole. it's only for a brief moment before his hands splays over the flesh of your thighs. slaps the skin there making it jiggle and god did he love hearing you moan. your little gasps escaping in your pretty lips. he's not done with you yet. his fingers catch your sensitive buds, rolls it between his index fingers and thumb. suckle into it, like you have milk for him to taste.

it would be no fun if he doesn't tease you and so it begins the sweet torture. leaving you begging and crying for him.

"make me cum, sir." you beg, your body shaking from the high he doesn't grant to you. leaving you sopping wet but you can't do anything.

"patience, baby. will you do that for me?" he assures you and you nod. "yes, sir." swallowing the sobs, confident he'll give you the high you're chasing for.

true he is to his words but not this time. he needs more. your body is a wonder and it needs to be explored. he got all the time in the world for this. let him control you for all you're worth and guaranteed he will give you the pleasure you're begging for.

𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎, 𝐭𝐨𝐣𝐢, 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎, 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈, 𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐘𝐀, 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨, 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐈, 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐧𝐚𝐨𝐭𝐨, 𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐉𝐔, 𝐁𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐔,𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐭, 𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐔, 𝐀𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐖𝐀, 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐮, 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐨, 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐈, 𝐑𝐄𝐎, 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐚, 𝐄𝐆𝐎, 𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒, 𝐲𝐮𝐤𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐲𝐚, 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐌𝐀, 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐞, 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐍, 𝐌𝐔𝐙𝐀𝐍, 𝐇𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐙𝐔𝐊𝐀, 𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈, 𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐔, 𝐤𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐨, 𝐌𝐈𝐘𝐀 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐒, 𝐎𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐖𝐀, 𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐀, 𝐬𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐚, 𝐈𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐌𝐈, 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨, 𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐒𝐀 [𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬]

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kakushino · 7 months

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Giyuu gets a cramp in his thigh while training and needs a massage. He's in too much pain to do it himself... but there's this Kakushi nearby... 👀

Flamey, you made me choke on my saliva when I read this. Please, give me more

And with the girls in our discord feeding me... I could not resist. My brain went brrrrrrr

Word count: 0,7k this is filth, also chubby fem reader

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"I-is this good?" she asked, massaging his left thigh with careful strokes.

Giyuu was sat in one of the rooms of Water Hashira estate, the shoji doors leading to his training space open. She had had to strip him of his hakama, leaving him only in his fundoshi and a thin training kimono top.

"Yeah..." he muttered, closing his eyes. More than once he had been tempted to fake a cramp just to get her to touch him like this, but logic won every time. A kakushi's job was endless, especially when attending to a slayers' needs day in, day out.

But this?

Giyuu hoped it never ended.

Her warm hands, softer than his own, kneading his thigh oh so close to his crotch-

He moaned when her fingers dug into a particularly hard knot in his muscles. A light blush dusted his cheeks.

"Sorry..." she apologized, soothing over the spot with her thumbs.

Really, he should make it up to her - for putting up with him.

And, as he felt his cock stir in his pants, he knew just the way both of them could relax.

"S-slow down- ngh!" she tried to muffle her cries of pleasure, but each slam of his hips against her ass stole one from her throat. He was so impossibly deep it felt as if he was pushing on her lungs from the inside.

Giyuu could not slow down if he tried, the ripple of her body when he thrust into her hypnotic. He was lost in the motions, his left thigh still sore from his earlier cramp though he cared little - what else could he care about but the way her snug cunt gripped his cock?

Though he was silent, he was not quiet. Breathless gasps and choked moans left his lips, adding to the wet pap pap pap symphony of their fucking, the only witness to it being their discarded clothing.

His hands gripped her plush hips tightly, flesh spilling between his fingers, making him admire her sturdy frame.

He had to see more of her.

Giyuu withdrew from her to turn her onto her back, her mewl of disappointment only urging him to be quick in slamming back inside of her. This time, he got to see her deliciously big tits bouncing with each thrust; his mouth watered at the sight.

“Giyuu~” her voice was strained, whiny, as she tried to grab at anything and everything in reach.

He leaned forward, the need to be closer to this hidden pearl of a woman winning over the enticing movement of her body against his. His arms caged her in, their breaths mingling and she finally found purchase - clawing at his back desperately, and the pain only served to make him slam harder into her, urging him to chase their pleasures quicker.

The new position allowed him not only intimacy but also to grind against her puffy clit with each roll of his hips, her moans and cute squeaks rising to a crescendo, her tight pussy clenching around him, making him choke out, “Where-”

Her thighs tightened around his hips, the answer as to where an obvious one, even to one as lost as him. A few erratic, disharmonic thrusts, and they were both gone.

Her throat failed her, her mouth gaping open, eyes closed and brow furrowed. If Giyuu could paint, he would immortalize the sight to come back to - to come to. Alas, the only thing he could paint were her insides with white.

His breath stuttered as he stilled as deep as he could, a shaky groan leaving him as he hid his face in her neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses to her skin, as they both slowly calmed down.

“That was…” she started breathlessly, unable to finish her thought, fireworks still shooting up her spine every time Giyuu shifted a little.

He knew he had to leave her warmth eventually, but he also really really wanted to snuggle into her arms properly. He started to pull out with herculean effort, when his right thigh spasmed like a bitch.

“Fuck-” He slipped out and flopped onto his side gracelessly. “Another one-” A blush of embarrassment took over his face, the pain and humiliation all adding to his frustration at the situation as he hid his face in his hands.

The Kakushi giggled, “I guess it’s time for round two.”

Oh, he’d give her round two, as soon as the pain passed.

dividers made by the amazing @benkeibear

#desi's moots time uwu #desi's ask box #giyuu x reader #giyuu x y/n #giyuu x you #tomioka giyuu #giyuu smut #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #smut #IM NOT OKAY THIS IS PURE HORN #chubby reader #sub!reader #sub reader #kakushino

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flametrashiraarchive · 8 months

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No one asked but...

SHINJURO RENGOKU X Chubby Reader.

(He's yelling at you to love yourself)

NSFW below the cut. GN!Reader.

It takes a long time for Shinjuro to accept that his feelings toward you are okay and not a betrayal, but the former flame hashira finally opens up to love again.

You don't look like Ruka and that helps so much. When he looks at you he isn't reminded of the love he lost.

He just sees you,

Soft, full, and sweeter than a ripe peach.

You don't belittle him for his past mistakes but you expect him to atone for them, and he respects the hell out of you for that.

Shinjuro doesn't really have a type. You and Ruka have completely different body shapes and they both turn him on.

He likes your soft, round cheeks (ahem... all four of them) and desperately wants to squeeze them (still all four)

But he's on his best behavior while courting you; incredibly respectful, hoping you can't tell he's blushing when he talks to you (you can- it's obvious)

Once Shinjuro is in love he's a goner. He will do literally anything for his SO.

Shinjuro isn't some clueless young buck turned on by the slightest thing you do...

The fact that you carrying the firewood basket on your full hip gives him an erection harder than nichirin doesn't count.

Nor that fact he damn near came on the spot the time you jumped up to swat a cicada off the ceiling with a broom and he saw your chest bounce...

He's so fucking hot for you it hurts

He's in complete control of his urges.

Except the first time you fuck, when he sinks his cock into you and his hardened body presses against your softness...

He doesn't even get one decent thrust in before his cock erupts inside you.

What follows is a flurry of apologies and promises that it won't happen again. It's just been so long... and... gods, you felt so good...

He's so embarrassed.

It doesn't matter how many times you say it's okay, (and that it's actually incredibly hot) he's going to make it up to.

The man goes down on you like he's starved, wrapping his arms around your thick thighs and dragging you down the bed toward his greedy mouth.

Gods, the growls.

They vibrate through you as he tongue-fucks you. Rengoku men are voracious.

And after you've cum he'll beg you to ride him, his voice rough and breath hot against your neck after he's kissed his way back up your luscious body.

Shinjuro is a consummate pillow princess for about the first half. He'll lie back and watch you like he's in a trance, biting his lip, squeezing your thighs with his big hands, murmuring words of encouragement for taking his dick so well.

His grip slides to your hips and he thrusts up into you like his life depends on it. And the filth that emerges from his lips... Gods.

But then he starts to get a little louder, a little more restless, until his tether frays and snaps.

Shinjuro loves to talk dirty.

Stretchmarks, cellulite, loose skin, rolls... he does not give a fuck.

You're his, and you're so damn perfect. He'll lay his head on your chest and listen to your heart and the sound of your breath.

It means the absolute world to him to hear those sounds. The ultimate privilege.

Your heart. Your breath. You.

#shinjuro x reader #shinjuro rengoku #shinjuro x chubby reader #shinjuro x yn #shinjuro x you #demon slayer shinjuro #kny shinjuro #rengoku shinjuro #shinjuro smut

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dolliestfairy · 9 months

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Tw : Roleplay, Dubcon, smut, and maybe a lil of innocent kink? idk. lmk if i miss anything. Chubby Reader Fics With No Skintone Of Reader Mentioned. 𐚁

ׅ𝅄ֹ ׅ Minors Do Not Interact 𝅄ֹ ׅ

Currently thinking about men who loves Roleplay. men who loves dressing you up, men who love seeing you in those cute, fancy, frilly clothes that compliments your best feature, and then fuck you in it until you cant think straight. men who loves seeing the makeup become messy from all the kissing and stuff, men who loves to fuck you in stockings and heels, seeing those thick plush thighs of yours tracked all over it. men who is thrilled enough to fuck you in a ripped clothes, while saying you're all his and his, and nobody to have. those are the type of men who just love to see you dressing all pretty for him, no mather if the theme is cute, soft, dolly fairy, or even goth, vampire and stuff, the only goal you're gonna achieved is by getting your cunt full of his cums for the rest of the day, while witnessing your wigs and makeups go messy like hell, your pretty clothes are teared up, and your legs are soaking. and at the end, it was all just for him and him only ♡.

ׅ𝅄ֹ ׅ The Men that I'm Talking about are ; TOJI, SUKUNA, HOSHIGAKI KISAME, GOJO SATORU, Geto, MADARA, MIYA TWINS, Tsukishima Kei, KUROO TETSURO, CHILDE, Scaramouche, Kaeya, OIKAWA, Qin Shi Huang, ALEC, Lev Haiba, HATAKE KAKASHI, HIDAN, DOUMA, Tengen, Suna Rintaro, JIRAIYA, Eren Yeager, Dazai, Simon 'Ghost' Riley, SASUKE, Miguel, Itoshi Rin, Sae Itoshi.

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plussizeficchick · 7 months

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Men who kiss you slow>>>

They start with a few pecks, testing the waters to see what you’re comfortable with. They notice the way you bite your lip when they pull away slightly, the glassy look in your eyes.

So they take it a step further. They rest a hand against your cheek, brush their thumb across the soft skin before cupping your chin between their thumb and forefinger, guiding you to their plush, wet lips.

They do a slight brush of their tongue against your bottom lip, coaxing your mouth open to tangle their tongue with yours. It has your stomach turning the way they work their mouth with yours. They relish in the sharp intakes of breath you take, the warmth your body radiates. Groan at the soft moans you let out when they suck on your tongue and nip at your bottom lip.

They up the ante by wrapping a dominant hand around your throat, soft enough not to hurt, but firm enough to turn your head to their desired position, a searing kiss being placed on your neck. Your thighs unconsciously rub together when they nibble and suck hickies into the skin, press soft wet kisses to the bruising marks before making their way back to your swollen lips, a delicate kiss being placed on the tender flesh.

— GOJO, Toji, Suguru, Nanami, KIRISHIMA, DABI, Shinso, KUROO, OIKAWA, Atsumu, Mikey, DRAKEN, BAJI, Sanzu, RAN, EREN, Jean, TENGEN, ZORO, Sanji, CHROLLO

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merakidoll · 8 months

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he loves your stomach. this is for my chubby girls! but specifically, chubby black women <3

he absolutely adored everything about you. from the top of your head, to the tip of your toes. but what he loves most was your stomach. the softness, how warm it was and pretty. your little pudge he would call it even tho it was far from little, he always found himself gripping the extra meat whenever he was sleepy, or anxious. but most of all when he would fuck into you.

“p-pretty baby, daddy loves you” he would whisper into your ear looking at you through the mirror. he large veiny hand gripping and tugging at your stomach, making him go faster because honestly, it turned him on.

he always would be messy when his hand found it’s way to gripping you fullness. always filled your hole with more cum than he ever has before, whimpering like a bitch in heat and growing hard from the deep heavy breaths you would take. “j-just one more. t-then m’done”

let’s not forget about the nights where your legs would lay mindlessly over his shoulders while his face was shoved into your tummy. licks, bites, sniffs. he did it all falling into a deep space of comfortability just from the the squishy-ness. without realizing, he would move down from your belly, to your thick thighs. kissing and sucking, leaving hickeys over your stretched mark skin and licking up the slit of your pussy, spitting out a glob that had your toes curling and nails gripping his hair.

eren, ghost, alejandro, zoro, tengen, kazutora, toji

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msneedful-ispleaseful · 7 months

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Sugar!Daddy! Nanami!

(owe y'all five stories- my bad)

Sugar!Daddy!Nanami who takes you to lux brand stores and buys you all the shoes, jewels, dresses, lingerie and anything else you want. The only rule being you have to show him everything you buy.

Sugar!Daddy!Nanami who always reassures you no one's gonna question him coming in with you, watching you slip in and out of tight fitting dresses, feeling his bulge grow with each one.

Sugar!Daddy!Nanami who you love to tease, slowly sliding off clothes, swaying your hips and bending lower then needed, fat pussy lips poking out from between your thighs as you hear low growls from him.

Sugar!Daddy!Nanami who pins you to the wall, back arched legs apart and dripping pussy on display for his tongue to have an onslaught of slurping your juices up with a torturing rhythm, three flicks to your puffy clit in figure 8's before moving to suck at your entrance.

Sugar!Daddy!Nanami who eats you out in there dressing rooms like it's his birth right, him pausing every now and then to make you switch dresses, testing the the easy access of each dress and tossing the ones that give to much struggle, him wanting to to ensure he can have access to his sugar baby's cunt at all times.

Sugar!Daddy!Nanami who eats and eats yet stops and stops making you change into new skirts and dresses in shaky legs,

Sugar!Daddy!Nanami who does this every time and usually each one, you never get to finish from his torturing methods of discipline.

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bwabys-scenarios · 11 months

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Douma SFW+NSFW HCs

Douma x afab!reader

Warnings: cockwarming, scratching/biting

background: you are douma’s wife and one of the only people that knows of his demon nature.

SFW

-so in love with you

-I’m not kidding he would do anything for you, talks about you constantly when you’re not around

-way too clingy. will not leave you alone when he’s around, if you want to do anything he does it with you. had to fight him to not follow you into the bathroom

-you’re the only person he has ever truly cared about, so please be tolerant of his touchy and clingy behavior, he’s trying to figure things out

-if asked by you, he will not eat in front of you

-you have to be firm with boundaries because he will try to push them, whether it be to figure out how much you are about it or just to see your reaction.

-watches the way you react to things, tries his best to replicate it so he can relate to you

-enjoys just being near you, sometimes will just hover around you as you go about your day

-you’re never truly alone, either he or a trusted member of his cult is with you at all times. even when you think you’re alone, he’s there watching from a distance

-not the best at problem solving but will listen to your problems none the less!

-out of the upper rank demons he will spend the most time with you, with akaza and hantengu close behind

-is genuinely trying to be the type of husband you deserve, although he is still a demon that eats humans, so he isn’t always the best

NSFW

-definitely the type to love cockwarming

-is very touchy, feels you up constantly 🙏

-he is not shy at all, will bend you over and fuck you anywhere

-can make you cum with his fingers alone

-will cum instantly if you bite/scratch him!!!

-he’s weirdly inexperienced when you first have sex, you figured being surrounded by women he’d at least have on encounter, but no! he didn’t have the urge before he met you

-doesn’t jerk off, why would he need to if you’re around? <3

-switch energy, but leans more towards dom

-cannot focus on anything when he’s horny so he will seek you out

-sometimes if he’s just insatiable he’ll have you cockwarm him while he goes about his duties

-“sweet thing, all wet just for me, only me”

-favorite place to cum is on your face, he thinks you’re so cute all covered in his cum

-super loud, will whine and moan all night

-he’s 8 inches long

-favorite position is missionary and cowgirl

-is rough, will leave you bruised but satisfied!!

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chaibewriting · 5 months

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A DOLLAR MAKE 'IM HOLLER (pt. three)

yandere! gang leader! sanemi shinazugawa x chubby! black! fem! reader x yandere! gang leader! katsuki bakugou

masterlist. part one. part two.

-> NOTES: my bad y'all, didn't mean to take so long with this part, but life was happening, however, i'm somewhat pleased with the way that this turned out and I hope that this chapter was worth the wait, the next chapter will be even more of a conundrum. be on the look out for that one soon because I've already started writin' it. -> WARNINGS: threatening messages, unknown numbers, stalking, manipulation. -> WORD COUNT: 5.2k

FALLING asleep after such experiencing such a terrifying chain of events was no easy fret, however, you managed to somehow fall into a dreamless sleep. Perhaps you were outwardly glad to not be back alone at your apartment and your long time best friend sleeping beside you managed to put you at ease. You were grateful for her and Tanjiro, they had come rushing to your aid as soon as you’d called out for them. Asking for assistance or help of any kind was a bit of a struggle for you at times, especially considering how you were raised.

As the sun began to rise, revealing itself through the window of Nezuko’s bedroom, you stirred in your sleep and slowly opened your eyes, lids fluttering as they adjust to your surroundings. To your surprise and sudden realization, Nezuko had scooted closer to you in her sleep and wrapped an arm protectively around your waist with her cheek squished against your back, effectively spooning you from behind. Fortunately, it was a rather cold season so the extra warmth was welcomed, even if it was by surprise. Then again, Nezuko always had a tendency to be a bit of a cuddle bug in her sleep, you had learned to live with it, finding it somewhat endearing.

Carefully, you lifted her arm just a smidge, enough to slip from her hold and sit up, then carefully tucked the pillow you’d been laying your head on under her arm, which she immediately cuddled to her chest.

When your feet touched the floor on the side of the bed, you sighed, reaching up to rub at your temples for a moment of clarity. The memories of the previous day were coming back to you slowly, but still all equally frightening. Suddenly, you look towards the nearby dresser where you recently left your phone and something /told/ you to get up and look at it. Your intuition screamed for you to, and so, you do exactly that, relatively slowly but you still manage to stand up and shuffle towards the dresser. Sharply inhaling, you snatch up your phone, and thanks to oh-so-wonderful technology and its ability to detect motion, your screen flashed on and previews of notifications appeared, one new message waiting to be read. After unlocking your phone you hesitated for a moment's time, but your finger betrayed you as you opened the message to full-screen and nearly vomited after reading what you’d been sent. Squeezing the device in your hand, you were sure that if you were any stronger you would have crushed it in your hands.

Nothing had prepared you when there was a sudden blare of an alarm behind you, causing you to yelp and nearly jump a foot off the ground, dropping your phone in the process.

Fucking Apple alarms…

Rising like a vampire from a coffin, Nezuko sits up straight in her bed and yawns, scratching at the back of her neck and grunting when she realizes some hair had slipped from the bonnet she was wearing (something you had so graciously gifted her last Christmas). You were frozen, still processing the threatening message and calming your racing heartbeat after being frightened by Nezuko’s alarm, and when she finally turned it off, your shoulders drooped, followed by a silent sigh.

Once she finally took note of your standing form, your back still facing her, Nezuko squinted and rubbed her eyes with the back of her hands before she said your name, voice laced with worry.

“Y/N…? What are you doing standing up? Did something happen?”

Her question brings you back down to reality enough for you to finally squat down and retrieve your unscathed phone from the floor, silently moving to her side of the bed to hand the device to her.

Fortunately, the screen hadn’t locked and the message in its entirety stayed clearly displayed and allowed for the brunette to read what you were showing her. There was nothing but silence on her end as she stared down at your phone, gripping it nearly as tightly as you had when you’d first read the text. The silence was deafening as she did nothing but stare at your phone for a few minutes, obviously deep in thought seeing how her brows were knitted in the middle of her forehead and her lips were pursued in a focused pout.

When she finally did something, she inhaled sharply and turned your phone screen off, setting it face down on the bed while she pinched and massaged the bridge of her nose.

“You’re staying with me until things blow over, and I won’t take ‘no’ for an answer, Y/N. This has just gotten a whole lot creepier.” She finally said, dropping her hand and turning her head to look at you. Staring back at her, you pondered her words, rubbing at your arm in a moment of deep thought. Once again, you didn’t wish to be babied but right now, you were glad that she was offering for you to stay with her. You weren’t sure if you’d be able to step foot in your apartment right now, let alone go back to staying there /alone./

Nezuko promptly waited for you to start putting on a strong front, ready for a debate about your safety, but she was surprised when you slowly nodded your head, no words leaving your mouth. Your reaction caused a frown to appear on her face as she stood up and walked towards you, opening her arms and beckoning you to her. Carefully, you went to snake your arms around her waist and she hugged you back, squeezing you in a gentle way that always had the tendency to make you feel safe.

…

Thanks to this new development, you didn’t feel up to going to work today which led to you having to call your second-in-command at the restaurant— Pony. You didn’t give too much detail, knowing that she would start to worry for your safety, and instead said you just needed a couple days to break. Luckily, she understood and said to take all the time you needed to before the phone call had ended. Now, you were seated at the dining table in the kitchen of Nezuko’s house, slowly consuming the breakfast that she and you had conjured up together. You’d showered, done your hygiene routine, and got dressed before coming out to eat, even if your appetite was nowhere to be found. Nezuko soon joined you and took a seat across from you at the table, eager to start scarfing down the food in front of her, she always did have quite the appetite.

“Wanna come to work with me?”

Your friend suddenly asked, shifting some rice and rolled egg around on her plate. You looked up from your plate and thought about her suggestion. If she were to leave the house, you’d be left alone again. To your thoughts, to your fears, and to everything in-between. Such thoughts caused you to start chewing at your bottom lip, nearly ripping some skin off in doing so. It took a bit of arranging of said thoughts before you were able to exhale before nodding your head, finally speaking up for the first time since you’d woken up.

“Sure… I don’t think I’ll be able to stay here alone all-day, at least if I go to work with you I can help around and keep my mind busy.” It sounded more like you were trying to convince yourself than giving reason to her but she simply smiled and nodded at your words. But then a thought came to mind on your end once you realized a bit of an issue that made the hairs stand on the back of your neck. “I think— I’m gonna have to go back to my apartment to pick up some more clothes, I didn’t pack much.”

Such words caused Nezuko to pause and stare down at her plate for a moment, tapping the ends of her chopsticks against the porcelain while she thought. And then she seemed to have a plan come to fruition as she went back to eating nonchalantly.

“We can just call Mirko then, I’m sure she’ll come running if we tell her what’s going on.”

“Ugh, and she’ll probably come with a lecture about me missing her and Mitsuri’s self-defense classes.” You murmured, already hearing what the woman would say to you as soon as she caught wind of what was going on in your life currently.

This caused your best friend to only laugh and shake her head, deciding that she should finish off her breakfast before the day would continue on.

Nezuko was the one to make the call since you didn’t have any desire to touch your phone at the moment, still a bit spooked by the threatening message, rightfully so. The two of you had plopped down onto the couch in the living room as the phone rang, waiting for your enthusiastic friend to answer on her end.

“Nezu? What’s got you callin’ so early? Need me to come and do some heavy lifting at the shop?” Her somewhat raspy voice asked, nothing but energy in her tone, along with the sound of something in the background. It sounded like she was lifting weights. Typical.

“Hey Mir'! No no, there’s no need for that, but I do have another request, or I guess I should say /we/ have a request. Are you busy right now?”

The sound of movement on the other end, as well as a groan was heard before Mirko sighed out a reply. “Nope. Whatcha need?” The brunette then looked at you, silently urging you to go on and say something. With a gulp, you mentally prepared for whatever Mirko would say next, and with a shaky greeting you gave a brief summary of the things that happened and what ‘request’ you were making for her.

…

Once you were done, probably putting in a few more details than necessary, the other line was silent, almost as if the woman’s brain was processing all of what you’d said—- which was more than likely the truth.

And then, with a sharp inhale she spoke up.

“Y/N…” She started by saying your name in a scolding manner, making you freeze up and squeeze your eyes shut, waiting for what was to come next.

“Why did you keep this a secret for so long?! You should have told someone! That’s so goddamn creepy and weird! Of course I’ll come and escort you too! I swear to Bugz Bunny if I get my hands on that stalkery piece of shit I’ll grind 'em into protein power 'n make them into a motherfucking shake. I’m comin’ over right now.” Mirko rambled, you could already hear her moving around swiftly, you could even hear people calling out to her when she shoved them aside to get out of her way.

“Gimme like ten— no, fuck that, give me five minutes.” She stated before ending the call, you could only imagine what kind of laws she would probably break to get there.

Mirko was right, it didn't take her ten minutes to get to Nezuko's place, in fact, it took her a record breaking amount of three..that woman is a terrifying force to be reckoned with. That was something unspoken but her getting here in such a short time frame further solidifies that fact. And before you knew it, she was sitting at the table with you and Nezuko, finishing off whatever the two of you hadn't finished eating. You still don't know how it happened, it was almost like she'd teleported into the dining room, but you knew better not to question it and just go with the flow.

"So, do you think you know the stalker? Maybe it's an old classmate or something." Mirko began, enjoying a spoonful of rice as she glanced between you and Nezuko with curiosity. "Classmate? Huh. That would make a lot of sense, there were a couple of weirdos that used to smell your hair and stuff when you weren't looking." Nezuko added, starting to sip some tea from her mug. You glanced towards her with a baffled look, this was the first time you'd heard of this. "Eh!? Since when?! You never told me that???"

The woman coughed nervously and waved her hand around. "I didn't wanna worry you, plus they only did it once, then I told Tanjiro about what happened and he took care of the rest."

Both you and Mirko stopped everything you were doing and looked at your brunette friend, staring her down as she smiled and continued to nonchalantly enjoy her tea. Then, you looked at one another before giving each other a look that spoke millions of words.

"Scary..."

...

Fortunately, Mirko's presence aided in soothing you both, she was a tiny little thing but had the spitfire of at least one hundred great beasts with a smile that often set your worries aside. And in no time, with her help and Nezuko's, you'd packed up about a week's worth of clothes for your stay at Nezuko's. It'd been a while since you had a roommate, but at least you'd feel a little safer and less at the mercy of whoever was trying to 'sweep you off your feet'.

After dropping your bag off at Nezuko's place, Mirko escorted the two of you to Nezuko's Flower Shop and she was on her way, repeatedly telling you both to call or text her if anything seems out of the ordinary or if either of you feel unsafe about something. Then, she left with as much enthusiasm as usual, leaving you and Nezuko to busy yourselves with the daily tasks of running a flower shop. Nezuko was glad to have you to help her along, making it easier for her to open a little earlier than usual. If there was one thing you knew for sure about Nezuko and her work was that she was very serious about her craft and she was constantly busy, all for good reason. You were glad you had her to keep your mind busy and away from staying back to the immediate danger that was revealing it's ugly head every time you thought about it. You'd even made it a point to tuck your phone away into one of the desk drawer's in the little office Nezuko had in the back of the shop. One thing you hadn't expected was for the shop to be so busy with people, which you usually didn't have a problem with. But you couldn't help the feeling in the back of your mind, what if you're stalker knew where you were right now? What if they were one of the customers coming in today? The idea made you anxious but you tried to keep your nerves under wraps, helping Nezuko wrap bouquets and ringing up customers at the register. Everything would be alright, nothing out of the ordinary.

...

"I can't fucking BELIEVE she's friends with a goddamn cop. You sure we don't have him in our pocket?" The passionate, browless man asked as he paced around the carpeted floor in front of his partner's desk, clearly irritated about the build up of recent events involving their romantic life. His blond counterpart sighed from where he was, looking at him blankly through the lenses of his reading glasses. "How many times do I have to tell you that I already had shittyhair check? Stop gettin' freaked out. This ain't gonna change shit. It just means we gotta put the plan into motion a lil' earlier than we anticipated."

Sanemi stopped his pacing at that, turning to look at Katsuki with his permanent wide-eyed gaze. "And how the fuck are we gonna get the ball rollin'? D'you got some kinda masterplan you haven't told me about, man?"

The short answer was 'yes.' Katsuki made a show of explaining the bare minimum of the first step he decided to take and upon doing so, Sanemi gave his partner the side eye, clearly trying to see who would be the one to start off the man's plan. And since Sanemi's overwhelming presence was guaranteed to make their beloved piggy hightail it away, Katsuki decided upon himself to be the one to set things in motion. It was for the best with all things considered.

When would the plan start? That would depend on the one they currently have watching Y/N's every move at the moment.

If there was one thing you could appreciate about helping Nezuko out, it was the difference in smells; compared to wings and dipping sauces, the smell of flowers was a nice welcome. Alongside the calm and relaxing atmosphere, it seemed to put you at ease, even if just a little bit. It had put you in such a calmer space that when Nezuko suddenly ran out of the specific ribbon she used to tie up her special bouquets, you were quick to offer your services. But of course, Nezuko was a bit skeptical and protective.

"I could just close up for now and we can both head to the crafting store, shouldn't take too long if we speed walk—"

You cut her off with a shake of your head. "The least I can do is do this for you. It'll be fine, store's not even that far from here. Should take me just a few minutes to get there and back here, plus, I don't want to let some stalker make me become a recluse."

Naturally, Nezuko frowned at this, seeming to ponder your words as well as your safety, causing her to twirl a strand of hair around her finger. It was her way of fidgeting when she felt a deep sense of anxiety. Instinctively, you gently grabbed her hand, squeezing it with your own. She stopped fidgeting and looked at you with a pout, before sighing, her shoulders slumping as she accepted your offer. "Okay, okay... you're right, but, I don't want anything to happen to you, y'know?" She then let go of her own hair and huffed, pulling a hand away from yours before making a fist at the sky in a dorky movement. "That bastard's gonna pay when the time comes... Let me go get my purse."

Turning on her heels, she stepped away from you and went into the back of the shop, soon coming back with her wallet and a fistful of bills, as well as the tiniest bit of ribbon she had left to make it easier to find in the crafting store. And with that, you were off.

You almost felt like Dora with Nezuko making sure you had your phone and shit before she let you go out on your adventure. Where was Boots? The thought seemed to cheer you up a little as you stiffled a laugh, unknowing of a pair of electric yellow eyes and another set of onyx ones watching you from across the street over a cup of coffee they were nursing. They'd heard the entirety of you and Nezuko's conversation, thanks to the little bug they planted in the shop when the two of you were busy, and they were already informing their bosses of your movements.

Perhaps, walking to the crafting store was proving to take a little longer than you'd anticipated, but, at least you had a second to just wander around, and you felt a bit safe since the streets were somewhat busy with a sprinkle of traffic here and there, in the street and on the sidewalks. At least if your stalker *was* watching you right now they would be unable to do anything with all the witnesses around you, at least, you hoped that would be the case. Quickly, you shook your head, hoping a bit of physical deterrent would keep you out of falling into a pit in your mind, followed by a deep inhale and exhale.

With the crafting store in your sights, you picked up your pace, and much to your delight you were able to enter the store without any anxiety following in your footsteps. Entering, you chewed on your lip and debated on whether or not you wanted to spend a little time lollygagging in the holiday decorations or just go straight for the ribbons aisle. You chose the former, wandering over to the decorations to have a quick look around. It didn't hurt to start planning for decorating your franchise sometime soon, Halloween was coming up after all.

Perhaps... you got a little lost in the sauce as you were looking, giving a certain man ample time to speed his ass over to the crafting store you were located at and enter with a sense of determination in his stride.

How did you get caught in staring at a faux jack 'o lantern that lit up and sang a song from Night Before Christmas? You weren't sure exactly but it was mesmerizing enough for you to be oblivious to the threat that entered the store, clearly looking for something, looking out of place with his intimidating expression and permanent scowl. He began to slowly step forward, scanning the aisles as discreetly as he possibly could.

In that moment, you had finally tore your gaze away from the singing pumpkin and remembered your goal, you would come for decorations later. Stepping out of the aisle, you mindlessly started marching towards the general area of where the ribbon would most likely be, putting yourself in the sights of the man actively *hunting* you.

You had walked right past Katsuki and he instantly recognized you, his eyes following your every move as you made your way through the store. He soon followed in your strides, not even bothering to hide himself clearly following behind you and even turning to go down the same aisle as you. You'd yet to notice, too focused on getting the ribbon for Nezuko and then taking your leave.

As you headed down the aisle, you came across the section of ribbon and took out the sample Nezuko had given to you, making a quick scan around to try and find it as quickly as possible.

Now that Katsuki has found you, he paused, loitering about two yards away from you, staring at the abundance of yarn in front of him while still keeping you in his peripheral. He wasn't some acting fiend, but he knew how to speak to get things he wanted, usually with a bit of aggression but it always worked. Most times he would just swoop in and sink his claws into his desires, but he knew not to do that with you, he needed to truly think about this and not frighten you away.

After a moment of decision making, he plucked up some random skein of yarn and started casually approaching you, almost as if he was trying to get closer to get a better look at your features. Which wasn't hard to do considering the fact that there weren't many black people in this part of New Japan anyways.

“Knew I recognized ya. Long time no see, Miss /Hooters/.” The man says, standing behind you as you're squatted down and comparing the ribbon sample and another ribbon side by side. You paused what you were doing and narrowed your brows, obviously confused, before you stood up and turned to look at who was speaking to you. Soon, you came face to chest with the blond man who'd disrupted the peace at your restaurant some weeks ago. With a glance up, you were able to better recognize him, studying his striking features. It was difficult to forget his spikey, sharp hair and equally sharp carmine eyes, and you hated to admit it but he was attractive. You quickly raked your eyes over his form, taking note of his t-shirt, sweats, and sneakers. He was dressed casually this time around. Studying him further, you noticed the sleeve of tattoos on his right arm, along with the red yarn he had clenched in his hand, causing you to raise an eyebrow. He was watching you watch him, and you couldn't help but be suspicious.

"Is there a reason why you're talking to me right now? If you're looking for yarn recommendations, I can't help you. Sorry." You weren't really sorry, but you didn't know what this guy was capable of, something about him just screamed 'danger', not that you were the type to run away with your tail between your legs when threatened.

Even so, you looked away from him and glanced back down at the ribbons you were trying to compare. Nope. Wrong one. You huffed out of your nose and continued on your search, taking a few steps away from the man who'd decided to approach you. You plucked up another roll of ribbon and compared it to the sample, hoping to find it as quickly as possible so that you could leave and not be in the presence of this man anymore.

Katsuki continued to watch you, the gears turning in his head for a moment as he thought quickly on his feet. Slowly, he began to approach you again, keeping some needed distance between himself and you before he spoke again. "I know you'd rather continue with– whatever you're doin' but, I'm gonna use this coincidence to apologize on behalf of my friend. Didn't mean to disturb your place of work, he's just a piece of work and can be a little… *intense.*" He gruffly stated, watching as you kept up your search, back still turned towards him. That was one thing you weren't expecting from a man who looked angry all the time, an apology. Your brows furrowed as you looked back at him over your shoulder, thinking about what to do next. Then, you glanced back down at the yarn he was holding, deciding not to answer what he'd said, and instead changed the topic. Turning away, you nearly jumped for joy when you found the identical ribbon Nezuko used just in your sights, you grabbed the entire stock of them and sighed, standing up straight again.

"Do you knit or something?"

The question seemed to surprise him, and then he remembered what he'd grabbed as well as what aisle he was on. With quick thinking he answered.

"Nah, I'm more of a crocheter. Ran out of yarn so I came to stock up a little."

Glancing at him and then the singular skein, you looked back up at him and raised an eyebrow. "You came to buy just one skein? Hm. That's pretty goal-oriented, I respect your self-control."

He snickered at your comment (if only you knew) and then motioned to the numerous spools of ribbon you had in your hand. "Looks like you came to buy them out of their stock. You a ribbon dancer or somethin'?"

"Ha. Ha. No. I'm buying this for my friend's shop— which reminds me, I should probably get going before her hair turns grey from worrying." You'd stated, preparing to depart from the man and go pay for the ribbon. You commented and turned, beginning to head towards the check-out line, he fell in strides with you, not seeming to let you wander too far.

Noticing his presence, you look back at him and raise an eyebrow, with the spools of ribbon still in one hand, you put your free hand on your hip. “Is there a reason why you’re following me around like a puppy?”

“You should let me buy you dinner sometime. I don’t think it’s a coincidence that we’re both here. Might be fate.” He remarked, staring down at you with a gaze you couldn't read. The thought seemed to make you chuckle, raising an eyebrow at his cheesy words, though you somewhat admired his straightforward attitude. "If I didn't know any better it would sound like you're trying to ask me on a date even *after* you've already apologized. Is this how you usually pick up women?" Now, it was his turn to scoff and he flashed you a smile that regrettably caused your heart to flutter just a tad bit.

"Heh. Ya caught me. So… whaddya say?"

The person in front of you in the line stepped forward to start getting their things rung up and you stepped forward as well, pondering the man's offer before a realization came to mind. You were still on edge about having your apartment broken in, along with the weird messages, and this obvious gangster was flirting with you. Tanjiro was

going to do his job and you were safe for now, but what if… You looked at the unnamed man for a second, observing him a little closer as you thought things out. Maybe if you went on a date with this scary-looking gangster just once, the stalker would take a hint and go the fuck away. Then again, what if the stalker was possessive? That would mean, they would probably try and hurt this gangster guy in revenge, that would be a death sentence but it could work out in your favor, as dark and cold as that sounded. Perhaps the benefits outweigh the cons of going on a singular date with this guy.

"Next."

Snapped out of your whirl of thoughts by the voice of the cashier, you move to place the heap of ribbon onto the counter and the cashier starts ringing everything up. And just as you're about to use Nezuko's cash to pay, Mr. Carmine places his yarn down on the counter as well and holds his hand up to stop you from getting your cash. Instead, he inserts his debit card into the card reader before you can even protest. You could have stopped him, but you didn't, you simply tucked the cash away and gathered the ribbon after it'd been paid for. In silence, the two of you walked out of the crafting store side by side, and once outside, you finally broke the ice.

"Fine. Just one date though, and nothing else. And don't think I'll agree to anything else just because you paid for some ribbon." You shoved the spools into your pocket and then retrieved your phone from your other pocket. To your disdain, you had new messages from your stalker but you ignored them and opted for creating a new contact for him. "Give me your name and number. I'll text you later."

Your attempt to control the situation made Katsuki all the more infatuated with you but he simply agreed, giving you his full name, along with his number. Once you saved his information, you turned and walked away from him, heading back in the direction of Nezuko's shop, tucking your phone back into your pocket.

Katsuki Bakugou… seemed like a fitting name.

Katsuki watched as your figure became more and more distant before he chuckled, it seemed his plan was a success, and you were none the wiser. It was probably for the best that you remained ignorant, for now, that would just make things easier for everyone.

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