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tteokdoroki · 1 year

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𑊡˚+₊🍼✦ — hi hi, pussy drunk!denji who has a habit of repeating and slurring his words when he fucks you.

૮ ͈>◡< ͈ა warnings — smut, nsfw, mdni 18+, aged up characters, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, kinda ?? forced orgasm, unprotected sex, breeding!kink, cumplay, no pronouns, reader has a pussy, afab!reader, denji fucks like a rabbit slay!!

“oh fuck…oh fuck baby,” denji whines into your neck, teeth making pointed indents against your skin as pins you to the sheets below. there’s no room for you to move underneath him, no room for him to pull out of your quivering cunt with every thrust— lewd squelching noises from his cock plunging deeper and deeper into you tangling with the kinetic energy dancing in the sex tainted air between your bodies. “i want’cha t’fuck me, want ya to fuck me. fuck me baby…please—oh god!”

nothing makes sense to the chainsaw devil when he’s doped up on your creaming pussy like it’s the best kind of drug you can offer to an addict. he’s too pussy drunk to realise that he’s the one fucking you, his balls slapping hard against your ass, pelvis smooshed against your sticky and puffy clit and his cock coated in a frothy mix of thick white cum. you’re so warm and wet, so inviting like denji’s dick has a home within your walls.

“i wanna get fucked, want this pussy sprayin’ all over me— wanna be covered your cum. please baby, fuck me,” denji slurs pathetically, brown eyes frenzied and eyelashes fluttering against your shoulders softly in contrast to the way he humps at your sex like he’s chasing his own lifeline.

maybe it’s his devilish appetite, maybe it’s the way you look so cute underneath him— skin shining with sweat and your eyes glassy and your lips swollen from all the kisses you’ve shared. whatever it is, you drive denji up the wall, have his cock twitching and leaking along your velvety insides, opaque white pouring from your tiny abused hole but only serving to make it easier from him to slip into you.

“d-denji!”

so that’s it, that’s the spot that makes you freeze up and your eyes roll back and your pussy squeeze down on him so tight you make him fill you up with another load— but that doesn’t stop denji, he’s not had his fill yet. “mhm…yeah, baby? y’like it like that?” he asks, gripping onto the headboard while anchoring you down onto his dripping rock hard cock. “you like it like that, don’t you? oh yes y’do, god you do.”

every roll of his hips is premeditated to give you the best pleasure, to have you selfishly lock him within the heaven of your salacious sex, to have you squirt so hard that you force him out of you until denji himself is forced to slap his seedy and sensitive cockhead against your clit so that he can cum again. he scoops up his orgasm, fucks it back into you and repeats the process so that you’re both trembling and overstimulated messes

because pussy drunk!denji has a tendency to repeat himself, until neither of you can go on any more.

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digitaldolll · 7 months

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FREEK N’ YOU + YOUR FAVORITE

SYNOPSIS// hot business man x needy housewife!

CW// nothing really.

a/n: my old work being revamped 🤭

He was a man of strictly business, nothing more and nothing less but to you… he was your husband, and you were willing to do anything to please him even if that meant going the extra mile.

“Baby, are you listening?” The man stood over you as your eyes stared at the new suit that you bought him for his birthday. His hand caressed your cheek. The smell of your favorite cologne that he had on snapped you out of your daydream.

Looking up, you see him loosening his tie “Sorry love— I was lost in my thoughts”. Those thoughts were rushing through your mind. Letting that man ruin you in that suit, the thought of him choking you with the tie, and his voice! All that made your body feel hot. “What was it about?” his confused look made you a bit frustrated “Well you know”, “I don’t though, so why don’t you tell me?”

He leaned down closer as his hands touched your body “Don’t be shy I won’t bite… not yet” he was doing things to you, things that no other man could do.. “well- I want you to ruin me… please” your tone was low while your eyes looked away from his face, “ah, no look at me and say it louder.”

So demanding… so demanding your fingers wrapped around his belt “I said I want you to ruin me.” “Ruin you?, so it’s okay if I do this?” he slid his right hand down your body while his fingers toyed with your clit, “or maybe here?” and his other hand was now lightly fondling your breast. When you opened your mouth to say “yes” nothing came out except for small little whimpers, “Shhh just lay down and let me take care of you”.

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captain-hawks · 6 months

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ADVERSARIAL APPETITES

♡ — aki hayakawa x f!reader

The only thing worse than accidentally running into the Lust Devil is having to call Aki fucking Hayakawa for help.

18+ ONLY

wc — 1.9k

prompt — coming in pants, praise kink (requested by @antique-remains)

additional content — enemies to lovers, edging, masturbation, phone sex, light brat taming, light dom!Aki vibes, voice kink, mentions of anal sex, coming untouched, dirty talk, anal fingering

╰┈➤ kinktober masterlist

“Hayakawa.”

“Yeah?”

His voice is slightly muffled, and you know there’s a cigarette tucked into the corner of his mouth, burning orange embers dangling precariously as the white stick shakes with the slight movement of his lips.

Pinching the bridge of your nose, the back of your head thuds against the creaky motel headboard as you close your eyes and exhale noisily before muttering, “I need your help.”

Later, you’ll look at your call log and be horrified to find that you called Aki fucking Hayakawa to grovel for assistance. Like this is your first goddamn day as a Devil Hunter. Like he’s not the most insufferably broodish bane of your existence.

You may never forgive yourself for this temporary lapse in judgment, though that will ultimately be a problem for Later You.

Later—when you’re not stripped down to your bra and panties in a dingy motel room with a questionable smell lingering in the faded brown carpet, your blood-stained button-down shirt and pants carelessly tossed over the back of a half-busted chair, filthy knives left discarded on the nightstand where they’re sitting precariously close to a well-worn copy of the Bible.

When the metallic taste of blood isn’t still lingering in your mouth from your split bottom lip.

When you’re not about to crawl out of your skin with arousal because your simple in-and-out solo assignment was interrupted by an accidental run-in with the fucking Lust Devil.

The Lust Devil, who had laughed with an irritatingly melodic voice as you tried and failed to decapitate her. Your knives sang through empty air with each swipe as she repeatedly disappeared into a cloud of hazy, pink vapor, the sickeningly sweet smell of which left you doubled over gagging and gasping for breath.

She’d kissed you on the cheek and tapped your nose with a deceivingly girlish little giggle before taking her leave, ominously lilting, “Good luck with that, love.”

You’d hardly made it to this shitty, back road motel with the dredges of your self-control intact, almost orgasming from the mere feeling of your car bouncing with the bumps in the road, scraping your thighs together as you floored it. Abdomen pressed desperately against the edges of the dubiously stained sink, you’d scrubbed your hands raw with scalding hot water thrice in the cramped bathroom before unceremoniously stripping down and flopping onto the bed.

After an hour of trying and failing to bring yourself over the edge, your sticky, arousal-soaked fingers are now cramped and sore from repeatedly plunging them in and out of your aching cunt. Try as you might, every time you reach the precipice of release, your pleasure evaporates in an instant, leaving every nerve ending in your body painfully ignited with need. Pathetic tears prick at the corners of your eyes as you desperately hump your hand, powerless to expel the insurmountable lust burning inside of you.

Clearly, masturbating isn’t the solution to the Lust Devil’s little game.

And Aki says as much after you finish explaining yourself through gritted teeth, fighting for your life to stave off the embarrassing urge to dip your fingers between your thighs again while the call is still active.

“Then what the hell am I supposed to do?!” you cry out in frustration.

“Her power is fuelled by the fear of something, remember. But it’s not the concept of lust.” He pauses for a moment. “It’s the fear of lusting after someone that you shouldn’t. She feeds on the shameful feelings of acting on inappropriate sexual desires.”

You raise an eyebrow, even though he can’t see you. “So you’re saying I should come back and seduce Kishibe sensei.”

“You’re fucking shameless.”

“I like a quick solution.”

You can hear his exasperated sigh on the other end of the line. “From what I’ve been told, it’s not about physical consummation. It’s a mental thing.”

“So I just need to think about a dirty little secret while I’m touching myself, and then I’ll finally be able to orgasm?”

“Essentially.”

Twenty minutes later, half of the pillows and bed covers have been angrily tossed to the floor in your attempts to touch yourself in every position you could possibly think of—sadly to no avail.

“Yes?” Aki sounds bored when he answers your next call, and you make a rude gesture in the direction of your phone.

“It’s not working.”

“And?”

“And I’m two seconds from losing my mind. Can you put that stupidly smart brain of yours to use and actually help me?”

The other end of the line is quiet, so you add with an annoyed huff, “Please.”

You can hear the slight amusement in Aki’s tone as he asks, “What, do you need me to tell you how to masturbate?”

You pointedly ignore the odd feeling that zips up your spine at his words. “Wow, you sure know how to talk dirty to a girl, Hayakawa.”

He scoffs.

He fucking scoffs.

There’s a shuffling sound before he responds in a low, clipped tone, “Stop being a fucking brat.”

Everything is silent save for the ticking of the clock on the wall.

“I…” you trail off, not sure what kind of response you can formulate with the way your heart’s suddenly pounding in your chest.

“Tell me what you’re doing,” he intones smoothly, your toes involuntarily curling at the cadence of his deep voice.

“Laying in bed,” you reply, far shorter of breath than you were moments ago.

“And what are you wearing?”

“My bra and underwear.”

“That’s too much. Take them off.”

Your sharp inhale is your only response, and though Aki’s normally hard-pressed to even suggest you do something on a regular day without getting a snarky response in return, your hands are like phantom limbs as you comply with his request.

“Are you naked now?”

You nod, only to belatedly realize he can’t see it, so you reply, “Yes.”

“Good girl.”

Your back arches upward from where you’re lying face up on the mattress, those two words catching you entirely off guard.

Aki’s the bane of your existence most days, for reasons your foggy brain can’t quite remember now that you’re naked and dripping wet to the husky sound of his unfairly attractive voice in a shitty hotel room in the middle of nowhere. You’ll certainly hate yourself for this later, for shamelessly imagining the slightly bored look on his stupidly handsome face as you spread your legs wide, exhaling shakily while running your fingers over your sensitive, peaked nipples.

But oh, if it’s an inappropriate orgasm the Lust Devil wants?

It’s what she’s going to get.

(And if you’re silently moaning now in anticipation at the thought of Aki fucking Hayakawa murmuring dirty things to you over the phone to get you off, nobody else needs to know that.)

“I like you like this,” he murmurs.

“Like what?” you ask, as if you don’t already know.

He chuckles.

—

You’re insufferable.

Absolutely, positively insufferable.

You live and breathe to make Aki’s job far more difficult than it needs to be, with your snappy, headstrong attitude and your penchant for nearly getting yourself killed on a regular basis.

But right now?

Right now, that’s the last thing on Aki’s mind. Because all of your bristled, sharp edges have gone pliant on the other end of the phone, your scathing, impatient remarks replaced by the sound of your heavily aroused, labored breathing.

“I bet you’re already soaked,” he says, shifting slightly from where he’s seated on his couch as he feels himself harden in his slacks at the thought.

“I'm dripping all over the sheets,” you admit.

He bites his fist.

“Touch yourself for me then.”

You don’t hesitate—he knows that because he can immediately hear the lewd, squelching sound of you starting to pump your fingers in and out of your wet hole.

“Slow down,” he chides, just to be a dick. He can’t let you off that easy, after all.

“Fuck you,” you pant out with a whine.

“Maybe if you behave,” he drawls, clicking his tongue. “How many fingers are you using?”

“Two.”

“Put in another.”

He hears a strangled moan fall from your lips.

“S’tight,” you whimper.

“How do you expect to take my dick then?” he asks, the words past his lips before he can stop himself.

There’s a slight choking sound from your end. “How would you fuck me, Hayakawa?”

“Aki,” he corrects you with a slight edge to his voice, not sure why he suddenly feels compelled to do so.

“How would you fuck me, Aki?”

His dick is straining painfully against his zipper now, a dark spot of precum staining the black fabric of his pants. He presses the heel of his palm against his throbbing shaft to relieve some of the pressure as he hears the damp slide of three of your fingers plunging in and out of your cunt.

“Till you’re begging me to come.”

You moan for him.

For him.

He’s fucked.

“Would you fuck my mouth to shut me up?” you breathe out, words hoarse.

“I bet you’d look so pretty choking on my dick.” More precum leaks through, and Aki’s muscles tense.

“Would I look pretty with your cum all over my face?”

His dick is so painfully hard it feels like it’s going to fall off.

Aki’s going to kill the fucking Lust Devil with his bare hands.

“You’re filthy,” he comments, hips rocking upward to no avail.

“Rude,” you exhale between a moan and a whimper, and he imagines the way you’re probably teasing your supple breasts while fucking yourself on your fingers right now.

“That was a compliment.”

“I haven’t even told you what I’m doing now,” you tease.

He raises an eyebrow, letting himself run his hand over his throbbing shaft briefly one more time. “What’s that?”

A loud, broken moan follows. “Using what’s dripping out of me to finger my ass.”

Oh.

He’s really fucked.

Aki bites his lower lip so hard he tastes blood as he resists the urge to furiously fist his cock.

“How many?” he croaks.

“One.”

“Give me two,” he nearly growls.

“I can’t—“

“Prep yourself for me. Two fingers.”

Aki’s fairly certain he’s never been so desperate to fuck anyone in his life as he is in this moment.

He hears you gasp and whimper as you slowly ease a second lubricated finger up your ass, knows it’s shoved all the way in by the sobbing moan that follows.

“Okay,” you whisper shakily.

“Good girl,” he says again, because he could tell what it did to you the first time.

You keen at the praise, and he hears as you resume playing with your pussy while plunging in and out of the tight ring of muscle between your cheeks at the same time.

“I’m close,” you sob.

“Come for me,” he tells you, like he’s not on the verge of an untouched orgasm himself.

“Wanna feel you come in my ass,” you whimper.

Aki’s helpless to hide his answering moan, the mental image sending him reeling. But it’s the sound of you crying out his name as you come that’s his undoing—

“AKI!”

The coil in Aki’s gut unfurls like a whip, white-hot pleasure washing over his body as he trembles with the force of his orgasm. Cum floods his boxers, his hot, sticky seed leaking all over his balls and soaking through the front of his slacks. He gives in and roughly grasps his cock through the damp material, riding out the aftershocks as cum drips along his inner thighs, belatedly realizing just how loudly he’s moaning right along with you.

Then it’s quiet for a moment, save for the sound of both of you breathing hard.

“Did you—“

“Text me the address of that motel. Now.”

— likes, comments, &/or reblogs are greatly appreciated!

#aki hayakawa x reader #Aki hayakawa #Aki hayakawa smut #csm #chainsaw man #chainsaw man fanfiction #dee writes

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seraphdreams · 6 months

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aki is a man of heavy regulation, routine even. he does things the traditional, responsible way, so imagine his surprise when you suddenly ask him to do it raw this time. you’re laid underneath him, his usually gentle gaze sending daggers into you. because, never had you said such a thing before. but if raw is what you want then you’ll be sure to get it; he couldn’t deny how you pouted and pleaded, the very thing that made him harder than a fucking rock. he loves how you wince when he slips it in, when you instantly get all cross-eyed from the delicious strokes that force heady whines from your lips. he’s gentle, but only because he’s holding back. aki’s slow strokes formulate the sweetest friction within your gummy walls, a feeling that shoots up the both of your spines. it was as though he was much more sensitive in that his cock wasn’t clad by an annoying piece of fucking rubber. with his head tilted back and deep groans almost a bit too pitchy for someone like him, he does what he’ll regret later but not now, not in this moment — shooting ropes of his hot cum within your walls, cock nestled deep into your pussy, the tip kissing your cervix as if he’s never been that deep before. oh, he’ll definitely regret giving into temptation.

#𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑬𝑳𝑩𝑹𝑨𝑻 𝑾𝑹𝑰𝑻𝑬𝑺 ┆chainsaw man.#oh lord she’s writing aqui #aki smut #chainsaw man smut #csm smut #aki x reader #aki x reader smut #aki hayakawa smut #aki hayakawa x reader #csm x reader #csm x you #chainsaw man x reader #chainsawman smut #chainsaw man x you #chainsaw man aki #aki chainsaw man #csm aki #aki csm #hayakawa aki smut

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shiganshinaslut · 6 months

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18+||MINORS DNI

Thinkin about Kishibe fucking you for the first time,,,something about sleazy older men taking your virginity is just fndhgsgdhh,,,,,

“Fuck...you’re taking it so well for a virgin...” he rasps out as he slowly fucks into you, savoring the way you feel around his cock. It’s so sloppy, the way everything is so wet and your juices are coating his cock, practically dripping to his balls, but he doesn’t care. It’s so messy and it turns him on even more, not to mention how cute and embarrassed you are, whining and covering your face, unable to handle someone like him rearranging your guts like that.

#I want that old mans dick in me #I might write more abt this concept #bc I don’t really like what I wrote here #kishibe is so hot oh my god #kishibe thirst #kishibe smut #kishibe x reader #csm kishibe #kishibe x reader smut #chainsaw man thirst #chainsaw man smut #chainsaw man #csm smut #csm thirst #csm x reader

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gojoest · 6 months

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sfw but suggestive, gn! reader, no label relationship (well..), canon age kishibe (early 50’s), 0.8k, i love this old man a lot and i want to give him a home so this came out

you two were not a thing.

not quite, no.

neither friends, nor lovers — you didn’t have the deep bond between you that friends did but you shared some semblance of what only lovers could. it resembled both and yet — neither at the same time.

kishibe would talk to you about his day. well, mostly skipping the unpleasant parts relating to his job, the many tragedies he’d seen before his eyes, drowning them sip after sip from his drink, seemingly unfazed, into the depths of his mind, brushing them off with a flat “in the end — the hunt went well”. he would talk, quietly and sparingly, while caressing your cheek with his, brushing by to plant soft kisses down your neck. he would talk — but never really share of what was really seared into the wall of his consciousness, or in his heart even.

it was easier to let him come to you whenever he had the time rather than seek him out constantly — most of your phone calls would go unanswered and you would very rarely get a call back; same with your messages — they would remain unread for days, sometimes even weeks. you were aware of the dangers of his job. you also knew of his past, mainly his reputation though, not that he had ever paraded about it. it was easy to read between the lines — “i love booze, women, and killing devils” was what he said the night you first met.

so, with that in mind, you gave kishibe a spare key to your house that he, to your surprise, put to use — quite often at that. it didn’t weigh on you that way. in fact, you felt more at ease whenever he came back, even though you didn’t ask him to.

sometimes he’d come crash at your place after a mission, a bit sweaty and at times — a bit wounded and bloody, too. and you’d take care of him — patch him up nicely and take him to bed with you and there —he would take care of you. “as a thank you”, he’d say, “just putting the years of experience in good use.”

other times he’d drop by unannounced, in the middle of the night, with an excuse that he had a little bit too much to drink and the bar was closer to your place. and you’d take care of him again — fix him a snack, run him a hot bath; sometimes you’d join him, too. squishing yourself between his spread legs. “thanks”, he’d say, grabbing your shoulders from behind only to pull you with his calloused hands, pressing your back flat against his bare chest.

his visits were sporadic at first until, at some point, they became more regular. from once every other week he started dropping by every other day. sometimes a few days in a row you’d get to wake up next to him.

in the beginning you were thrilled upon hearing the door unlock. but now you wouldn’t budge, it felt natural.

tonight was no different — he came to you, again.

“you didn’t lock the door”, he said, in his usual monotone voice. “i knew you’d come”, you replied, lying face down on bed. you could’ve rolled over to take a look at him and greet him properly but didn’t, you knew he’d come to you himself. he always did.

“i have a key”

“i know you do — i gave it to you”

“you should be more careful”, he climbed on the bed slowly and hovered over you, planting a soft kiss on your cheek.

you brushed it off with a chuckled nod, his facial hair tickling the side of your face. “hungry?, you asked, “i can fix you a little something” — in an instant you felt his whole weight let loose over yours, pressing your body against the mattress, trapping you in place — meaning “no, i’d rather stay like this” but “maybe later” he whispered in your ear.

he wouldn’t say it out loud, he didn’t have to — you knew.

somewhere along the line it had become a habit of his to simply hold you like this, just a little bit before letting you take care of him or vice versa — his entire being would cup your frame from above, his tired hands would tenderly caress your skin, his lips would dance at the nape of your neck and across your shoulders, he’d take the scent of you through his mouth like he was inhaling a drag from his cigarette — deeply, as much as his lungs could take. and you would stay wrapped like this, in silent touches, just for a bit; until the sunlight creeped in through the blinds and it was morning again.

you two were not a thing.

not quite, no.

but you were something to him — a place that he loved to return to. it smelled like you. and a little bit like him. something like home; not just a thing.

#ઈઉ — ai writes #@kishibe #kishibe x reader #chainsaw man x reader #csm x reader

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spookyxcupid · 7 months

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𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐃~ ♡

cw: dom!afab!reader, ten year age gap, virginity loss, spitting, cowgirl, creampie, overstimulation, crying (in a good way).

word count: 1.1 k words

a/n: how do i keep coming up with toe curling fics in the middle of the night???

imagine being in a secret relationship with your father’s loser best friend, the man is thirty years old and has not had any experience with women besides jerking off to their naked pictures in pornos and lewd magazines. he only had one girlfriend in his highschool years, but it didn’t last long. he’s surviving off of two dead end jobs, and spends his free time alone in his one bedroom apartment playing video games and watching romcoms, wishing that he could be the main character who gets the girl. but all of that seemed impossible, until you appeared in his life.

his best friend invited him after what felt like forever to his house to celebrate his daughter’s twentieth birthday (although you never knew he was coming), and the lonely loser agreed in seconds.

he was mostly just there for the free food, and didn’t bother with talking to anybody. but what he didn’t know, was that his best friend’s daughter was eyeing him like candy the whole time. he felt the urge to take a piss and quickly got up, and you followed him behind. you waited outside the bathroom until he opened the door, and he was surprised to see your face for sure.

but you being the kind (horny) soul that you were, approached him and started small talk. while you were talking, his eyes couldn’t help but stare intently at your lips, they were plump with a pink gloss shimmer to them; the way your dress hugs around your figure and makes your chest pop up, your squishy.. soft chest… oh god, he could feel himself getting hard. he shouldn’t be feeling this way, you’re his best friend’s daughter for star’s sake!

you seem to notice him staring at your physical features because your eyes darkened slightly with lust, and your lips curled into a knowing smirk. “you know, i’m getting pretty tired, i wanna go to my bedroom but i don’t wanna go alone. do you mind coming with me?” you wrapped your hand on around his own, and he flinches. is this real? are you suggesting what he thinks you’re suggesting?? this has never happened to him in the history of ever!

as if you could read his mind you lean towards his ear and whisper, “i’ll show you a good time that you’ll never have again~.” all the blood from his brain is escaping down to his shaft that already straining against his pants. he gulps and quickly tries to think, this could be his only chance of having a fuck, but on the other hand your party is still going on, what if someone got worried and started looking for you?

“don’t worry your brain too much, i told them was going to take a little nap. that’ll give us plenty of time to.. get to know each other, if you want to,” you look up at him with those pretty eyes of yours, his friend downstairs was in charge and he agreed with no second thought, and that was the best decision of his life.

he had never felt so euphoric than right now, his hands held onto your waist for dear life as you roughly moved your hips up and down his cock. his hands and fleshlight could never compare to your warm, sponges walls strangling the life outta his member. your childhood bedroom was filled with the stench of sex and sweat, labored breaths and moans suffocated the room. your tits and thighs bounced along with your movements, he let out a whine when he came for the third time, at this point you were milking him dry like a hungry animal. overstimulated tears welded up in his eyes, but he doesn’t dare try to stop you for the pleasure was too great.

you moaned in his ear when you felt his dick hit your sweet spot, and your hips moved faster. “fffuck! oh fuck- ahh! t-this is too much! so f-fucking good!” he rambled to himself when he felt your walls tightening around his, showing that your climax is near. you hold face and kiss him, catching him by surprise but he melts into it immediately. when you pull back, a string of saliva catches between your tongues, and you get an idea. “open y-your mouth for me, baby,” he complies, then you gather up your remaining saliva and spat into his mouth. his eyes glaze over as he cries out, releasing his hot load inside your stuffed pussy. you followed after him and bit onto his neck as your mixed releases escape your cunt.

he collapses onto the bed as you remained up, your handed placed onto his chest for stability as you pant into the humid air. you at your father’s best friend’s neck in pride and lust, you had marked him as yours. his glossy eyes stare up at the ceiling, your bedsheets were dirty and have been gone for too long than expected. you lean forward to pat his cheek to which he finally seemed to snap back.

“t-that was, so so amazing,” he said breathlessly, he stares at you with longing as you smile down at him. “you’re so adorable when you cum, i think i’ll keep you,” you say as you caress his face. his face erupted in red, “k-k-keep..?” you giggle under your palm as you nod your head, “as much as i would love to keep going until you can’t cum anymore, i’m afraid we’ve been gone for too long,” he lets out a hiss when you pulled yourself off his soft sensitive dick, but his eyes lingered on your cunt that was overflowing with his cum. damn, did he really cum inside you four times before you could? ugh, so embarrassing.

“hey pretty boy, are you gonna keep staring at me or are you gonna join me in the shower? we can’t show up looking like we ran a marathon,” you winked at him with a grin as you walked inside your personal bathroom and turned on the warm water. he had never gotten up from a bed faster in his life. after cleaning yourselves up and tidying up your room, you and your lover joined the party once more, except that you didn’t leave him alone for one second. you introduced him to your friend group and participated in party games all day until it was over.

you gave him your number and a smooch on the cheek in private and set off inside your home. since then, you’ve been treating him with dinners, friend hangouts, picnics, mind blowing sex (obviously), just overall treating him better than anyone else in his life.

being yours was amazing~.

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iridescentscarecrow · 1 month

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like these 2 panels are everything to me. oh my god.

#THE BLUSH? SHE'S PROUD OF IT!! AAAH #katana man diligently buying every chainsaw man poetry book that comes out to hateread them.#can you imagine him following the latest releases? he's hooked. he probably writes a few too #csm 160 #chainsaw man

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craisinsensation1029 · 2 months

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You Better Tr(eat) Her Right

Kento Nanami & Kishibe

saw a Kishibe and Nanami art by Yuana and it made me bite a wall. im a TsudaKen slut so ig thats also fitting :p

fem reader, smut, established relationship w Kishibe, voyeurism, cunnilingus, praise kink

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The soft material of the velvet couch sinks softly beneath your weight as you squirm slightly.

The stubble on Kishibe’s cheeks drag along your skin as his lips suck on the most sensitive part of your neck. The prickling sensation is nothing compared to the pleasure his suckling provides, the perfect amount of pressure applied as he nips at the column of your throat, one of his large hands kneading a nipple between his fingers.

“K-Kis—“ you start to moan out, craning your neck to give him more access.

“Don’t be rude, baby.” His voice is muffled against your neck as his tongue licks a stripe from the base up to your earlobe. His breath tickles the shell of your ear as he speaks again, “We have a guest, don’t make him feel unwanted now.”

The guest in question is the younger blond man between your legs, the palms of his large hands finding their home on the top of your thighs. Much like your lover his hands are rough, callouses contrasting the softness of the skin he’s grazing.

“Go on, Kento,” Kishibe encourages, breaking his attention away from your neck to urge the younger man’s face closer to your heat. Kishibe’s hand finds home on the back of Nanami’s neck as his nose brushes against your clit that’s bared to him, making your breath hitch. “I promised her that you would be a good time.” You feel your heart hammering in your chest as Nanami nods, his tongue darting out experimentally lapping at your slit.

His warm tongue against one of your most sensitive parts makes you writhe as your mind starts to wander to a place far off from reality, a plane where pleasure is the only thing that exists. Kishibe though, is pretty positive it can feel even better for now. “Don’t be all shy now,” Kishibe chastises, forcing Nanami’s head even closer to your cunt. “Eat her pussy like you mean it.”

“Fuck,” Nanami moans, palms squeezing the tops of your thighs tighter as your scent invades his nostrils, your taste beginning to ease the ache of his desire.

Kishibe is a prideful man, you see. He isn’t shy to boast about his strength, his wisdom, his most prized possessions. And you—his perfect, pretty little girlfriend and the treasure between your thighs always is incredibly important. So of course when he asked Nanami if he wanted to taste, he found himself agreeing, knowing that Kishibe wouldn’t settle for less than the best.

“O-oh,” you moan softly. Nanami really was being too conservative before, but as he moans against you and lets his tongue explore every inch of your slit, he realizes that he shouldn’t have tried to hold back in the first place. He sees why Kishibe can never shut up about your cunt.

“That’s it,” Kishibe praises, feeling much more satisfaction when he hears consecutive moans escaping your lips. He’d be damned if he shared with someone that wasn’t going to shower your heavenly pussy with the attention it deserves.

His palm moves from the back of Nanami’s neck to your inner knee, coaxing it open more as Nanami continues letting his tongue lave over you; slow licks as his tongue flattens completely against your slit, fast licks as he lets the warm muscle dip shallowly into your hole. “That feels good, doesn’t it baby?” But the answer is obvious from the way your back is arching off the back of the couch, from the way his hand is the only thing keeping your legs open.

“S-So good,” you manage to say through bated breaths, body trembling with the utmost arousal.

“Tell him.”

“A-Ah,” you breathe out, your hand taking the spot where Kishibe’s just were, urging Nanami’s head even closer to you as your hips begin to gyrate. “K-Kento that’s s’good.”

“Good girl, fuck his face just like that.” Kishibe looks down at Nanami as his tongue continues to work at you. Nanami truly does resemble a man starved, his eyes closed as his face stays buried between your thighs, the motion of his pleasing movements seeming like the most autonomous thing he has done. “Taste good, doesn’t she?”

“Mhm.” Nanami shameless moans against your cunt, uncaring of his struggle to breathe as he continues to lasciviously please with with his tongue. “So fucking sweet.” His other hand moves to to push your other knee outward, your cunt completely at his mercy as he continues to letting his tongue explore every inch of your cunt, wanting the taste to be forever engrained in his mind. The movement of your hips against his face fuels him further as he starts to feel your little hole quiver. “Fuck, she’s so sensitive,” he murmurs, every single one of your pants and moans making his cock confined in his slacks throb.

“Ain’t she?” Kishibe slings his arm around your shoulder, using the palm of his hand to make you look at him. It’s hard to even keep your eyes open, but the sight only makes Kishibe smile. Your glazed over expression is one he can’t really see in full when he’s pleasing you himself, and fuck is it an erotic sight. “Kento,” he says, eyes still on you while yours are fluttering shut. “Suck her clit.”

Nanami doesn’t bother to reply, silently doing as instructed as he closes his mouth around your clit, sucking the engorged bud into his mouth. Your hips writhe as your teeth sink into your bottom lip. Stifled moans aren’t what Kishibe is interested in hearing however as he frees your lip, running his thumb across it. “Come on baby, you’re better than that,” he coos, still watching you struggle to keep your eyes open, your body vibrating with pleasure. Yet, he continues his taunts. “What did I say before?” he tsks. “If it feels good, tell him.”

Your eyes widen, though its hard to discern if its from the electrifying sensation of Nanami’s warm mouth sucking on your clit like its a never ending piece of candy or from Kishibe’s insistence of you praising another man in front of him, but it doesn’t matter. He always gets what he wants. So of course his own cock throbs when you cry out, “K-Kento, fuuuuuuck.”

Nanami releases the bud from his lips to lick a stripe up your heat before sucking your clit into his mouth again, one hand rubbing over his cock as bottom half of his face gets drenched in your essence. “K-Kento, fuck, ‘M s-s’close”.

“That’s better, baby.” Kishibe leans in, pressing a rough kiss to your lips, content with swallowing your moans this time around as he lets his tongue barge into your mouth. The lingering taste of beer and nicotine parades across your tastebuds as your eyes fall shut, the bliss of two tongues dancing over different parts of your body, making their claim brings you close and closer to the edge.

Your legs shake almost violently as the coil in your stomach begins to rapidly unwind. It’s like a freight train hitting you, Kishibe’s tongue bullying your mouth as Nanami’s does the same to your cunt. “Fuck,” Kishibe groans against your mouth only pulling away enough to ensure that his words are audible. “Gonna come on his face aren’t you?”

“God, ye-yes,” you whine, hips still moving with a mind of their own, legs stretched open beyond what you truly think your flexibility is capable of. “K-Kento, gonna come, go—"

To your surprise, two fingers quickly plunge into you and curl against your g-spot, literally pulling your orgasm out of you. A long strong of moans leaves your lips as your back arches again, your walls spasming around Nanami’s digits as he begins to lick your cum. “So sweet,” Nanami murmurs, squeezing his cock through its confines once more.

“Tight too,” Kishibe chuckles, watching as Nanami doesn’t miss a single drop of you. “But you’re about to find out.”

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esha-isboogara · 2 years

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✦𝓷𝓼𝓯𝔀 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓸𝓷𝓼✦ aki & denji

this was originally going to be just denji but i think aki deserves a bit of love too!! i really love these two so much

apparently someone plagiarized my work so if you’ve seen this before that’s why :)!

made a part two

denji ♡

•oh such a sweet boy. he’ll hold the door open for you , pull your chair out before you sit down-he’s offering to help you in anyway he can. anyway.

•compliments you all the time! especially in bed.

• “god you’re just so pretty”. “f-fuck you feel good”. “how can i keep it together when you look so gorgeous”? things like that

•as badly as he wants to dominate you and take control he’s a helpless sub🥺 he just can’t help melting into your touch. how can he control himself when you smell so good and your skin is so soft ?

•has a mommy kink!!! this is pretty obvious from the first time he met you. you made him breakfast and he was just head over heels.

•please please touch him when others are around. he loves the thrill of getting caught. if someone were to see you two then they’d know who denji belonged to. and he is just fine with that

•is not necessarily opposed to being pegged. his body is just so sensitive.

•let him lay on your chest please ! he will try his best not to make it sexual but being so close to your boobs…

•it doesn’t take much to get denji going. everything about you turns him on no matter how simple.

•loves it when you degrade him and then praise him right after. he just wants to be your good boy.

•love bites >>>>

•fuck makima he’s you’re dog now. he will wear a leash and a collar if you asked

•nothing beats having you ride him. absolutely nothing. the feeling of helplessness he gets is second to nothing.

aki ♡

•a gentleman of sorts in his own way. he’s not as driven to help as denji but whenever you need something he’s there in an instant.

•most def a power top. he likes to be in control a good percent of the time. he’ll let you ride him and make you think you’re in control. don’t fall for it y/n aki is always in control.

•often comes home exhausted so there’s lots of late night lazy sex.

•cock warming as well!! he’ll be sitting at his desk filling out boring paperwork as you’re doing your best to keep your cool on his dick

•he is so good at eating pussy it’s almost insane. this man knows his way around down there.

•unlike denji he does NOT get a thrill from public sex. he much prefers to do it in the privacy of his own home. though if he’s drunk enough he won’t turn down a quickie in the bars bathroom

•it takes a bit for aki to get comfortable with degrading you fully. he doesn’t want to hurt your feelings :( he loves you y/n you’re not a stupid slut unless you want to be

•most definitely has a power imbalance kink. call him master/sir in bed.

•is hesitant about sex after denji and power moved in but once he received a few dozen blowjobs under a blanket during movie night he warmed up to the idea

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tteokdoroki · 9 months

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Denji blushes when you hold his cock hand

☆༉ — DENJI. pretty boy.

about. let’s pretend this ask isn’t years old but yeah actually he does omg :( !! started writing this ages ago but finished for @miguelism mwah <3

warnings. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact. characters aged up to 20s, smut, nsfw, handjobs, exhibitionism, praise kink, college!au, gn!reader, roommate!denji.

“denji…”

“uhuh— i mean, uh, yeah?”

“has anyone told you, you’ve got such a pretty cock?”

you feel the entirety of denji’s length twitch within your hold— his head full of sunshine blonde hair falling back on the wall you’ve caged him against. your fingers are soft, pillowy around his thick shaft and your thumb presses to his leaky slit curiously, watching his face for a reaction. “y-you’d be the first…ah—fuck!” denji whimpers, golden brown eyes falling away from the world as you give your wrist an experimental flick, testing the waters on what you can do to him. “that’s nice…that’s real nice.”

you giggle, his precum oozing into the seat of your palm the more you start to jerk him off in the right space of aki’s bathroom. “yeah? i want you to feel good, denji.” you doubt that your roommates would want to be woken up by slick sounds and whiny whistle tone moans, so you step forward and reach out into the dark— pressing your lips against your boyfriend’s in a slow, syrupy kiss.

it’s adorable how he chases the warmth of your mouth, like a moth drawn to a candle flame, when you pull away to check the door only briefly. “come back, baby…please,” he pleads while he feverishly fucks your hand as if he’ll never get the chance to do so again. “feels good when you’re close…when you kiss me ‘n you use…shit, y-your t-tongue on me!” pleading turns to soggy, pathetic whimpers that are muffled by your tongue as you push your way back into denji’s mouth to shut him up.

you make denji feel like he’s going fucking insane, desire ripping through is chest, lewd squelching noises from his cock bleeding arousal all over your hand overlaying his soundtrack of moans and tongue lapping over tongues. opaque white slings around your knuckles as it drips from his creamy tip, only serving to guide your fist up and down his throbbing a little easier — as if it were a makeshift flesh light.

he really is so cute like this — pliant and needy underneath you, his body seizing up at your sensual ministrations and his skin shiny with sweat under the moonlight. the chainsaw devil can’t help but hiccup loudly despite how you pacify him with sweet, loving smooches. tears slip down the apples of his cheeks and track salt along your tongue too where they land at the corner of denji’s mouth. “you look so pretty with your cock in my hand,” praise for denji comes easily to you — he deserves to be cherished, to know that he’s good and loved. squeezing the base of his length, you push your thumb through his seedy slit just to see him cry, circling his bright red and mushroomed cockhead in order to lube him up more.

a pink flush blossoms across the expanse of his milky skin with every pump of his dick and his his head falls back against the wall with a dull thud. you lick your lips at the sight of his adam’s apple bobbing and his body shuddering, revealing to the naked eye just how desperate denji truly is.

“do you think you could cum for me, denji?”

the stutter in his hips tells you the answer, but you want a verbal one anyways — so for a moment, you stop palming his dripping wet cock and wait for his response.

“well?”

“please, i can do it,” he pants, eager to please — his honey brown eyes crazed and delirious. “j-just call me pretty again. ‘nd i promise i’ll—“

even with his back pressed right up against the wall and his shoulders quivering in anticipation of his impending high — denji still towers over you. so you stand on your tippy toes, languidly flicking your wrist to get him off, in order to whisper your command into the shell of his ear. “make a mess for me, pretty boy.” you simper, mouth falling open to mock his moans like you’re right on the edge with him.

denji cums with a shout and his release spills into your spoiled palm like a stream of molten igneous rock, painting your knuckles a gooey white. you have to cover his mouth with your remaining hand, muffling any sounds that escape him since his brain quite literally short circuits, reducing the poor blonde to nothing but tears and brainless babbles.

you do your best to keep him quiet while he twitches through the aftershocks — after all, it would be a shame if some else got to see your pretty boy blushing with his cock out.

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