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thefallofruins · 2 months

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“𝑨𝑭𝑭𝑰𝑹𝑴”— [𝑹𝒀𝑶𝑴𝑬𝑵 𝑺𝑼𝑲𝑼𝑵𝑨]

Synopsis — being Sukuna’s favourite subjects you to relentless bullying. Sukuna reminds you of your place. As his Queen.

Minors DNI Requested by anon. Part of Sukuna x concubine! reader series

Tw: smut, mentions of multiple orgasms, belly bulging, passing out, violence and bloodshed (it’s Sukuna, duh)

Sukuna is a completely different man the day he sees your tears. Ordinarily, he would have laughed at the sight of a human crying, it seems to annoying pathetic when they do so— a sign of weakness, a sign of helplessness.

But not you, no, none of these rules apply to you. You are exempted from it, he doesn’t know why, but the sight of you crying fills him with rage. Maybe because you were his, his property, his precious concubine.

“T-They said that you’ll… discard me off someday.” You sob. The cruel and neglected concubines, though envious, had spoken the truth. He had done that to a lot of others. They held no meaning to him.

But you? You’ve grown too attached. But how could you not? How could you not when this absolute monster, this terrifying being had given you everything the world hadn’t? Affection, pleasure, love?

He had no value of lives that were of no use to him. If they served him no purpose, they would meet death. But how could he discard you? You, who belongs to him, and rightfully so?

“I hold no such intentions.” His voice is stern, he wants to rip those vile wenches apart for causing you this distress. “You…” he lifts your face, squishing your red hued cheeks “…Are mine. I don’t intend on discarding you for this eternity.”

His voice is a low growl as his grip tightens. “You are mine. For this life and the many more to come.”

He lifts you by your arm using his other hand, crouching down to your height. “Do you understand? Only you have the privilege of having me. Not those insects, and you say I’ll abandon you?”

His fingers play with the obi of your loosely held kimono, eliciting a gasp out of you. He buries his face into the crook of his neck, inhaling your scent. “To abandon you will be an act of utter foolishness, and I am no fool.”

He presses a soft kiss to your neck, followed by another on a lower spot. Your kimono slides off your shoulders and onto the ground below.

“Mine.” He growls into your ear, a hand moving to your breast, fitting perfectly into his hands and he kneads it. His other hand finds your cunt, pressing upon the sensitive nub and causing you to gasp softly.

“M-My lord..”

Your sweet voice only gives him a reason to proceed further, pads of his fingers prodding upon your entrance, your juices slowly flowing onto his fingers and he teases your entrance.

“I have made you the sole object of my pleasure and affection…” he says, hearing your sweet noises as he plays with your clit. “…and you dare insinuate that I will abandon you?”

Your wetness flows down his fingers. He knew exactly where to touch you, something he wouldn’t even try to do to the others.

“I’m sorry, m-my lord..” you speak between soft moans. His words filling you with such great pride. He had so excellently removed the doubts plaguing your mind. “I w-won’t assume such trivial things again—”

He chuckles, slowing down his movements to slow circles around your clit. “Mmh— my lord, p-please forgive me.”

A deep chuckle escapes him again, as he speaks, “that I will. Now lay down.”

Without a moment to waste, you do, skin shining under the pale moonlight as you lay on his bed, legs as he strips off his own clothes, his cock standing hard, drops of precum beaded at the tip. He teases your entrance with it, causing you to groan.

“P-Please, my lord…” you whimper, causing him to chuckle again. “Very well.” He answers your plea, slowly entering your tight cunt that welcomes the entire girth he slowly pushes into you. You gasp as you feel the tip nudge your cervix— he was too big, but you always took him so well.

“So tight.” He groans, slowly bringing himself to thrust in and out of your tight heat. “You’re made for me, aren’t you?”

“Y-Yes, my lord!” Your moan as he fastens in his pace, hands wrapping around his neck. He is merciless in pounding into your cunt, nudging your cervix till your eyes roll back and your nails dig into his skin.

“Look at you.” He chuckles darkly. “You’re truly mine. Taking me so damn well, aren’t you?” Any other would have crumbled under how relentless he is, but you take it so well.

Your moans echo in the chambers as you receive the treatment only his favourite deserves. And by the end of it, you are left in a mess. His cock and loads of cum stuffing your poor cunny full, your moans raspy and he releases load after load into you, his thumb playing with your sensitive nub occasionally, his other hands fondling your breasts and toying with your sore nipples.

You’ve lost count of how many orgasms he had pulled from you, and you don’t know how many more are to come. You simply take it, drool dripping down your cheek, nails dug into his skin, cunt pumped full, and brain numb from pure pleasure.

When he finally does stop, a stream of cum runs down your entrance, loosening the bulge in your tummy from the excess of it. He brushes strands of your hair back with surprising gentleness before he captures your lips with his and parts.

“You truly make a magnificent sight, my Queen.”

Queen. Your heart swarms with a warmth. Eyes pricking with tears. You have so much to say but you’re so incredibly worn out you can barely lift a finger.

“Shhh..” he mutters, sensing a towel between your thighs, cleaning the mess up. Then , covering your bare form with the warm blanket, he kisses your forehead. “Mine. My Queen. For all eternity.”

“Rest now, my Queen.” He leaves you be in the chambers, you want him to stay. To hold you and say it again. And again. To call you his Queen. But for now, he has something more important to attend to.

When he returns, you’ve already passed out from the tiredness. He chuckles softly, kissing your forehead. “My only one.”

Too bad you couldn’t see the sight of his bloodstained kimono or hear the screams of terror. But that was a small price to pay for hurting the Queen of Ryomen Sukuna.

#sukuna x you #ruins posts #sukuna x reader #sukuna x y/n #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader

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giuliettagaltieri · 4 months

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Giggles and Wiggles

Pairing: Husband!Gojō x Pregnant!Reader

Chapter Synopsis: Gojō Satoru vs. a pregnant woman's hormones.

Warning: pregnancy, mood swings, flirting, suggested misogyny, jujutsu society stigma, implied cunnilingus

Word Count: 973

7 of 9

It was difficult for Gojō to understand how much strength your body has to be able to carry all that weight.

He was aware of his physical stature, a hundred and ninety centimeters tall. He knows he is not exactly small, and with his genes growing inside your cute belly, he worries your pregnancy will be difficult.

And there you were, rounded and full, and you were only seven months pregnant.

The day started quiet and warm. You in his arms, sighing softly in his chest.

And then your son decided it was a good idea to send a power kick through your belly.

Your eyes pop open, watering immediately at the impact.

Gojō cradles your belly as he hushes you, his lips pressed in your temple.

It took a while to calm you and even after that, you were already grumpy, lips turned upside down as a frown pinched your brows.

Gojō knows better than to bother you further so he started the day on his own. He padded to your shared closet and selected his clothing, eyeing your heavy kimonos with much contempt. He was in the middle of a big yawn when your distressed cry reached his ears.

His clothes were dropped on the tatami mat and he rushed out of the walk-in closet.

And there he stood at the foot of your bed, watching you. Just…watching you.

You had tears streaming down your cheeks, your temples beaded with sweat as you made grabby hands at him.

“I-I can’t get out of bed, Toru.” You whimpered.

It made his cock strain. He clears his throat and quickly supports your back as he lifts you off your bed.

Your warm bare thigh brushes against his manhood and you cry harder. How could your suffering arouse him! How dare he!

“‘S all your fault!” You cry on his chest and Gojō bites his cheek to stifle a snicker. “You did this!”

He simply nods as he strokes your hair, peppering your head with kisses.

“Of course. Mmh, yes. Yes, it’s all my fault.” His arms were wrapped around you as he swayed you from side to side.

After a gentle bath with you, with Gojō doing everything for you, your hormones decided to take a break.

And you were smiling up at him again as he brushed your hair, you were lavishing your skin with the moisturizing creams he bought for you and kept asking for kisses.

Gojō was happy to do so. He liked seeing you happy.

But your sweet spirit slowly dissipates with every layer of clothing you wear. Formality returning as you become what is expected of a Gojō lady.

Your husband did not like that. He liked being playful and endearing to you, and he was almost grateful for the change that your pregnancy did to your emotions.

Although, he was still always careful with the boundaries he crossed.

It is just, there are moments in which he loses himself after catching sight of your bare skin.

A soft moan has Gojō’s eyes traveling to his right, there you sat, your face in a twist as you stretched your back. His eyes followed your hand as you rubbed your waist.

“You alright?” He asks before sipping his tea. His hands glided the fountain pen faster in the paper to finish his work. He enjoyed your company when he was at home, but being stationary in your seat, despite you almost drowning in cushions already, might be causing a strain on your pregnant body.

He caps the pen and places a paperweight on the documents.

“Wanna take a walk?” He asks as he stands up to stretch.

“Oh, yes.” You say softly. He slips his hand under your forearms and helps you up with a soft grunt, your cheeks warming at the sound.

Gojō places a hand on the small of your back as you walk and immediately feels how stiff your posture is. He might need to get serious about those stretches you do, maybe he can join you more often to help.

His eyes glance at you as you sigh and attempt to subtly roll your shoulder.

“You should probably take those clothes off.”

Your hands fly to your chest, one on top of the other as you look at him in pure horror.

“N-not in that way.” Gojō scratches his head, a small smile playing on his lips as he watches your reaction. “Still acting like a maiden when you’re heavy with my child?” He rubs his knuckle on your cheek and your hands cover your flushed face.

Gojō guides you forward to continue your walk.

“I meant, you should reduce the layers you wear. Your belly is heavy as is, you don’t need to carry unnecessary weight.”

You frown at him. “I don’t mind. The lady of the house is expected to wear such clothing.”

He clicks his tongue. “I don’t care what’s expected of you. I say you should wear comfortable clothing. And whatever I say, goes.”

You choose not to speak further as his tone turns to a more assertive one, and you are reminded that the man you are walking next to is the head of the clan. His word is law in this house.

The elders seem to have a difficult time understanding that.

So Gojō Satoru brought it upon himself to wage war with your closet.

One by one, your pretty kimonos started disappearing. Your tight obis vanish along with them.

After some time, the clan elders simply had to raise their concerns as the wife of the clan head was no longer wearing the appropriate clothing.

Gojō started a bonfire that night. The pretty silk being fed to the blazing fire that was shot from the fingertips of the man who has his head buried deep between your thighs.

Where the Blue Roses Grow

#gojo satoru x y/n #gojo satoru x reader #gojō satoru #arranged marriage #jujutsu kaisen #dad gojo #gojo fluff #gojo smut #gojo x pregnant reader #where the blue roses grow

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awearywritersworld · 2 months

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the man who embraced wickedness and the woman he used to know

sukuna x reader summary: sukuna is reunited with the only person who ever showed him kindness w/c: 1.25k tags/warnings: heian era!sukuna. angst to fluff. fem!reader. me trying my best to channel an 1800s romance novelist a/n: part 2 to the boy spurned as evil and the girl of his youth. i am once again asking that people check out the artwork by @demonzaemon that inspired these two fics. they also made some artwork inspired by part one, which makes me scream and cry and yell bc it's so wonderful. masterlist

it isn't until nearly two decades after your last encounter that sukuna finally musters the courage to return to the riverside. as he listens to the rush of the water, he hates the way it makes him feel— like the scared, powerless boy he once was.

he won't get too close. instead he stands at the edge of the forest, as if he can hide from his past among the trees.

he decides he must be dreaming when he spots a woman approaching the river, because even though he can see little more than her silhouette, he has no doubt that it's you.

he'd know you anywhere, in this life and the next.

he has no idea how long he stands watching you before he finally gathers the nerve to take a step in your direction.

you look over your shoulder and meet his eye once he's only a few yards away.

the expression that crosses your features is not unlike the one you wore when you first saw him— an earnest sort of wonder.

"it's you," you state as if you've been waiting on him to appear.

"you... remember me?"

"how could i forget?"

you approach him without fear or apprehension, and having you so close after all this time makes his heart race uncomfortably in his chest.

"are you well?" he questions, his eyes trailing down your body before flicking back up to yours. "you look it."

a smile tugs at the corner of your mouth, your gaze falling to the ground bashfully. you rock on the heels of your feet before answering.

"i am well enough... and what of you?"

he's not sure that he's being entirely truthful when he replies, "i can say the same, i suppose."

"it pleases me to hear that you have not been suffering all this time. i must admit, i find that my thoughts still wander to you with remarkable frequency."

you laugh lightly at your own confession, fearing he may regard you as strange for it. on the other hand, he's thinking about how the sound of your laughter is the most beautiful thing he's heard since... well, since he last heard it.

"it is not rare for you to occupy the space of my own mind," he returns honestly.

you grab one of his hands, turning his palm up and running your thumb over the faint scar you find there. he hates the way it makes your face fall.

"i am sorry about that night, for what my father did to you. it was my fault for falling asleep—"

"don't," he stops you. "the fault lies only with me. i shouldn't have let him steal you away. i shouldn't have been so utterly weak—"

it's your turn to interrupt him and you press the pads of your fingers to his mouth to keep him from saying anything more.

"that is the farthest thing from the truth. you didn't deserve that. you deserved not one bit of the cruelty the village mercilessly showed you. you were only a boy, sukuna."

when your fingers fall from his lips, he doesn't try to speak. he doesn't trust that his voice won't betray him.

he can't remember the last time he heard his name spoken so familiarly, so warmly. it makes his throat feel tight.

the silence gives you an opportunity to take in the ways in which he's changed over the years.

his kimono and haori are pristine, a far cry from the rags he used to wear.

his frame is more than double the size of your own, and you know he's no longer living on scraps.

he stands tall, his posture straight and self assured, not that of someone who is feeble and frightened.

but you're not referring to any of those things when you point out, "you're different now."

and of course you're right, he just doesn't know how to tell you that the boy you used to spend your days with is gone. that the blood on his hands is no longer his own. that the person standing before you is nothing more than the monster the villagers always claimed him to be.

so he just nods in agreement and your eyes sparkle as you regard him with curiosity.

"i loved you, you know," you tell him sincerely.

your confession is painful to hear, because it reminds him of everything he lost that night.

"i could love you now, too." you reach up and caress his cheek, trying desperately to read the expression he's wearing. "if you'll let me."

for a moment, you think he might agree to your offer, but your hope is short lived.

"this... this was a mistake."

he turns to leave, intending to retreat to the shadows of the forest, but a small hand wraps around his wrist.

"no." your tone is forceful.

if only you knew what happens to most people who dare speak that word in his presence.

he doesn't say anything, so you add, "the only mistake you've made is waiting so long to come back to me."

he's surprised upon seeing the frustrated tears that well up in your eyes.

"we are but strangers to one another." his reminder stings and it shows plainly on your face. "and that is for the best, i assure you. you don't want to know me— to know the things i've done."

"i care not what you've done!" your voice is so loud, it sends a flock of birds fleeing from a nearby tree. "i care not what horrors loneliness may have driven you toward, because when we belonged to one another you were good. you were kind. you were—"

"stop." each of your words is like a knife in his chest, and his voice cracks from the ache of it.

"i will not! if your only intention was to reject me, why come here at all?"

"i don't know—"

"precisely! you want me, just as i want you. my devotion is yours, sukuna! there is no reason for you to reject that which i willingly give—"

"enough!" he barks at you, grabbing you roughly by the shoulders. you don't shy away from him, even in spite of the way his fingers dig into your flesh and his nose flares angrily.

"you believe that because you showed me a sliver of kindness when we were children that i should throw myself at your feet? your devotion means nothing to me! it does little more than inspire my disgust!"

the words taste like poison on his tongue, but he needs you to believe them.

he needs to believe them himself.

he pushes you away, and while it's not harshly enough to send your body flying to the grass, it does make you stumble backwards.

ire burns in your eyes and he thinks he's succeeded in his endeavor, but once he turns to leave, you're grabbing his wrist again and launching yourself against him.

your hands find his face and you pull his lips to yours despairingly. your bodies move together as if you've spent a lifetime in one another's arms.

then, he's pulling away from you. he's calling you a pathetic fool. he's looking at you with animosity.

but just as quickly, his lips find yours again and he grabs at the fabric of your kimono in an attempt to bring your body closer to his own.

you swear his hands tremble as they find a home on the curve of your hips.

once your lips part, he holds your gaze for what feels like an eternity.

resignation seems to dance across his features, but there's something else there too. desire? hope? longing?

you really can't say for certain.

"i am yours, and you are mine."

you're not sure if it's a question or a statement, so you offer him a slight nod of your head. "today and always."

#m!writes #sukuna #sukuna x reader #sukuna imagines #sukuna fluff #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu imagines #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jjk #jjk x reader #jjk imagines #jjk fluff

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mysicklove · 7 months

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𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

DAY 9: CORRUPTION

With: Tanjiro Kamado

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: afab! + fem! reader, sub! tanjiro, hand jobs, tanjiro has sexual fantasies, reader is a tease/has experience, mentions of pee, tanjiro fondles boobs lol, brief mention of sexual harassment

A/N: i wanted to have go the full penetrative sex route, but it was 3k words done after the handjob, and we are on a TIME CRUNCH. so. maybe I'll do a part 2 one day.

Tanjiro tried to ignore your teasing. Tried to ignore the way your hands would linger on his skin for a second too long or the way you lightly touched his hips when you walked by and pretended that nothing was amiss. Tried to ignore the way your words seemed to be so much more than light-hearted compliments.

But he couldn't. He began to daydream about you. First just simple romantic situations. Going on a picnic together, holding your hand, sharing secret kisses in the night. But soon, he began to imagine something more. Something he shouldn’t be doing. He turns your sweet compliments into something lewder, and by each night, his fantasies began to progress into something unimaginable.

He felt ashamed of these thoughts. He has never had sex before and honestly, up until recently he hadn’t even thought of it. In fact, he didn’t even know what it was until Zenitsu got a little too detailed about his lusts. He explained that you are only supposed to do it with someone you love, especially your wife. (The blonde also teased the living hell out of him for being an adult, and still not knowing what sex was).

That was only two weeks ago. A week after you started your teasing, and his whole world has shifted.

At first, the thought of sex grossed him out. But slowly, as his mind traveled back to what the blonde said, his dick got hard. He had seen this before in the mornings back when he was a teenager and when a pretty girl from the village would bend over, giving him a slight view of her breasts. With time, it goes away. Cold showers also do the trick. But now it wasn’t going away, and even worse, he couldn’t stop thinking about you in these moments.

He would grip the sheets and rub his thighs together to help ease the ache until he eventually passed out from exhaustion. He has kept up the routine for the past couple of nights, and by god it was driving him insane. He also can’t bear to face you in the morning. He is too ashamed of his body and mind.

Last night he didn't just think about your teasing and soft caresses; he daydreamed about you touching his cock. Before, it was just kissing, maybe with just a little too much tongue, and maybe your kimono slipped past your shoulders.

But never has he gotten so deep into the fantasy that you would ever touch him in a place so dirty. The guilt he felt the second he imagined it made him soft again. He clutched onto his pillow sheet to try to forget about it.

He was growing exhausted. The lack of sleep was really taking a toll on him. He pads his way over to his room, fresh out of training, with lidded eyes. Without really thinking about it, he opens the first door in front of him.

It wasn’t his room.

He stumbles through a door a little clumsily, and immediately pauses in shock. His breath catches when he finds you in the room, and undressing. Your back was facing him, and you had just taken off your shirt, leaving you in your black lace bra. You turn around at the noise, eyes widening with shock. Then, when you process who it is, you begin to laugh lightly at him, unashamed at your lack of a top.

Tanjiro turns bright red and he frantically waves his hands in front of his face. “S-Sorry!” He yells, bowing his head quickly and slamming the door shut. He huffs to himself and uses his hand to cover his mouth. He has to forget that image, has to or else he is bound to never get any sleep.

“Tanjiro?” You call from the other side of the door and he tears his hands from his mouth, cringing from pure embarrassment.

“Yeah, Y/N?” His voice came out a pitch higher with nerves. He grips his kimono, trying to pull himself back together.

“Can you come in here? I need some help.”

He pauses for a moment. This was a test, it had to be. You were without a shirt in there; why would you need his help now of all times? But still, this was a once-in-a-lifetime experience. He wasn’t about to let this opportunity slide. So, he nods to himself, taking a deep breath to calm his nerves and focus on trying to calm his dick down. He can do this. “Yeah, of course!” He chirps as normally as he can and gently opens the door again.

There you stand with your back to him, still in the same bra as a couple of seconds ago. He freezes, and blood rushes to his face. Maybe he couldn’t do this.

“It’s stuck. I can't unclip it,” You whine, craning your neck to look back at him. His heartbeat begins to pick up and he subtly moves his hand to try to hide his growing cock. This was bad. Really bad.

His mouth goes dry, but he nods. “A-Alright.”

You smile to yourself and turn around again. Shaky hands come up to your bra, and he struggles to unclasp it. You hum to yourself, intrigued. “It’s difficult, isnt it?”

He nods his head and stares at his fingers. It wouldn’t be if they werent trembling. “Yeah, but I’ll get it off, don’t worry.”

“I wasn’t.”

The tips of his ears burn, and he tries his best to ignore it. He gulps and finally with much struggle, manages to unclasp it. His hands drop immediately, and he stares at your bare back. He wants to touch it. Tanjiro takes a step backward and rests his hand carefully in front of the slight bulge.

You moan and stretch your arms. The sound goes straight to his groin. “Ah! Feels good,” You say, listening to the sound of your shoulder popping. He watches your back muscles contract, and he lets out a shaky breath.

“Well, if that’s all you ne–”

You turn around, and Tanjiro’s eyes nearly pop out of his head. His face turns a dark shade of red and he is left speechless. Your bare chest is on full display for him, and you seem to be smiling like you didn't have a care in the world. He was struggling to look at your face though, too enamored by the sight in front of him.

So pretty.

“Thanks Tanjiro!” You chirp as if nothing was amiss. It seems to snap him out of it, and he tries desperately to focus on your face. Your face. Your nose. Your lips. Anywhere other than your breasts, because that was rude. You were a lady and he was raised correctly.

“Ah–Yeah,” He whispers and then notices your questioning face. “Um y-yeah! Of course…Um…I guess I will be going now…” The boy stutters out, feeling like an awkward teenager. His eyes seem to find the walls to be strangely interesting. Two hands now are being held in front of his pants.

You pout at him, and tap on his chest. His eyes flicker back to you, and he tries his hardest not to look farther down than he should. “So soon? Aw Tanjiro, don’t be so mean! Y’know I don’t like being alone.”

He gulps, and holds back a whimper. Do you not even realize how hard you are making this for him?

His eyes, without meaning to, trail back to your breasts. He startles himself by doing this, and he immediately snaps his eyes back to your face. The poor boy internally begins to panic. You totally saw him do that. You were going to deem him a pervert. He basically sexually harassed you. Would you still want to be friends with him? And why the hell is his dick twitching now of all times.

“My my! Tanjiro you have some wandering eyes,” You purr, a grin plastered upon your face. Your hands move closer to one another, and by doing so, the plush of them seem to get bigger. You are killing him.

He pales and immediately takes a step back from you, waving his hands in front of his face for the second time tonight. Then, he bows at a full 90 degrees and squeezes his eyes shut. “I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to. Please forgive me, Y/N! I-Ill leave then,” He scrambles out, immediately turning to race out the door. To deal with his problem alone, and rightfully so for what he did to you.

“Do you want to touch them?”

He stares at the door, eyes wide. “What did you say?”

“I’ll let you feel them. I mean I saw that look in your eyes. You want to, yes?”

His mouth goes dry, and everything goes blank. His eyes drift back to his hard on, and he subtly readjusts his clothing. Then, with much hesitance, Tanjiro nods. “Um…Can I? If that's okay with you of course…”

You let out a giggle. “Well, I did just offer, silly.”

He flushes red, and nods again. Then, he slowly turns back to you. He makes sure to stare at your face this time, even with the newfound approval. He tried to maintain some sort of respect. The nervous boy pads over to you, and finally, when he stands merely inches away from you, he stares at the floor. Now what.

You sense his nerves immediately, and bite your lip to hold back another giggle. Then you reach your own hands out and grab onto his. He jumps a little, startled by the movement, but ultimately allows you to hold them. Your hands hold onto his wrists, and bring them to your chest. A hand on each tit.

Tanjiro stares, his mind going blank. He doesn’t dare to move his hands, afraid that he might hurt you. They are warm. Warmer than he thought they were going to be, but that makes sense, considering they are mounds of fatty tissue. He doesn't think about the logistics of it.

The two of you stand in silence, and honestly, although Tanjiro may be enamored, you are feeling a little awkward. He hasn't moved an inch. “Are you frozen or something?”

He finally breaks his trance to look up at you sheepishly. “Oh! R-Right. Yeah…”

The hands finally begin to move, and he squeezes the skin, ever so gently. His eyes widen at the feeling, and he gulps. “Soft,” He mumbles to himself, giving another testing squeeze. You hold back a giggle. He really seemed to be enthralled by them.

“Have you never seen a woman's chest before?” You question, already knowing the answer. He was very easy to read.

The boy shaked his head, slowly, as if embarrassed, and you smile, reaching up to pet his head. Then, you lean forward, close to his ear. “Have you seen a woman naked before?” You whisper, the heat of your breath making him shiver.

He catches his breath, and pauses his movements again. This time he answers out loud. “N-No.”

“Do you want to?”

He gulps and goes silent for a second. His dick was already hard, and it was beginning to be uncomfortable. It wants nothing more to see you naked though.

But, logically he knows thats wrong. He already walked in on you changing, is now touching your breasts, and is unbelievably turned on. It was borderline disrespectful to you. Not how he should treat women.

He opens his mouth to apologize and leave, but you stop him. Your pants fall before he could say anything else and Tanjiro is at a loss for words. You weren't wearing underwear.

A woman is naked in front of him. He is touching a woman, and in a way that was not brotherly or platonic like he was used to. He is standing in front of the girl he has been having wet dreams about for the past week.

“Oh wow. Wow. You are beautiful,” He breathes, mesmerized as he takes in your bare appearance.

You smile at him, and glance downward. “And you are hard.”

Tanjiro pulls his hands away from you so quickly, you don't even have time to react. His hands are in front of his pants in an instant, and his eyes are wide with panic. You watch the way his mouth begins to open, obviously about to stutter out some sort of apology, but you are quick to cover it with the palm of your hand.

He stares at you with owlish eyes, but doesnt dare to move, afraid of the consequences. “Can I touch you?” You purr, gently pulling away his hands from in front of his uniform. He lets you, nodding his head hesitantly, but you can tell he is nervous, flushing red and trembling slightly.

The boy forces his eyes shut so he doesnt die from embaressment. The movement causes you to chuckle, but you dont mind too much, focusing your full attention on the sight below his pants. Your hands make their way to the cloth, and the second your palm grazes it, he is moaning out from behind the hand.

You raise your eyebrows at the noise, but continue to gently palm at it. “Sensitive?”

His whole body jerks and he nods profusely under your hand. He begins to talk from under your hand, but it comes out muffled, so you are quick to remove it. “Wh-What are you doing? It feels weird!” He stutters out, confused and overwhelmed, but not daring to pull away.

You pause for a second. He seems to be shocked at your antics. Too shocked. “Tanjiro, you have touched yourself, correct?”

“What do you mean?” He whimpers out when your hand movements get rougher, almost dragging itself up and down his length. It feels strangely good.

You slip your hands inside his pants before he can protest, and begin to trace your fingers over his cock. The boy yelps in shock, and his eyes widen impossibly so. “What are you doing?” He repeats, more frantic this time. “That's dirty!” His cry is cut off by a breathless moan, as his eyes slightly roll back.

“Your dick,” You deadpan, ignoring his previous two statements. “Masturbated?”

He goes silent for a couple of seconds, eyes shut, and shivering under your touch. The poor boy's brain hasn't caught up with him. “Masturbated?” He breathes in question, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. This was all so new to him, he didn't know what to do or say.

Your eyes widen, and you have to hold back a laugh. This was something you have never encountered. You have met virgins, but someone who has never explored their very own body? Never. Though, it did make sense, considering how busy he was during his adolescence.

You pull his dick out, sliding his pants down his hips. He covers his face with his arms, not wanting to see the whole thing. Nobody has seen his full body, other than his friends when he went to bathe. But this was different. Completely different.

“Aw poor baby,” You coo, and he whines out at the nickname. “What do you do when this happens? You have gotten hard before, right?”

He is struggling to speak. Your hands have picked up their pace, and Tanjiro feels like he is on cloud nine. If he just did this all this time, would things be easier? “Cold showers work and–ngh, s-sorry sometimes I wait a bit…Or rub my thighs together to…to….oh that's so good–ease the pain!”

It was all so endearing to you. You have been in Tanjiros group for a year now, but you would have never guessed he was so innocent. You are surprised that Zenitsu, the little perv, hasn't taught him any of this. He must not have known either. I mean majority of the people find out on their own.

“Oh Tanjiro, you must have had it so hard. Don't worry I will–”

“Wait! Wait!” He screeches, cutting you off, and grabbing onto your shoulders and resting his head on them. You immediately pull away from his cock, but he whimpers and shakes his head. “No. No. No. Dont stop,” He basically begs, voice high in pitch and whinier than you have ever heard. “Just s-something happening.”

Your hand goes back to their movements and you sigh in relief, knowing exactly what the boy is talking about. “Are you going to cum?” You ask, and he doesn't say anything, most likely confused again. You feel his warm breath on your neck. “Sorry, that was a stupid question. You are close to orgasming. It's supposed to feel good, really good. So just relax, okay ‘jiro?”

The slayer nods, tears building up. He feels a strange sort of tightening in his lower stomach, and it feels pleasurable, but all and all, strange. His moans become louder, and he grips onto your shoulders like he is afraid you'll somehow disappear.

The boy takes your advice, and tries to relax, but his whole body twitches whenever your hand grazes the tip. It's unbelievably sensitive there, and it honestly scares him a little bit.

Suddenly his eyes fly open and his whole body tenses up. He grabs onto you in panic, wrapping his arms around you, practically engulfing you. “Oh no. No no no. S-Somethings coming out. Oh my–I'm going to pee. Y/N!” He yelps, panicking, but not wanting you to stop. It's all so confusing and he feels like he is losing his mind, but one thing he knows very well is that he really does not want to pee on you. Tanjiro would never recover from something so horrific.

You giggle at him, and use your other hand to pet the back of his head, hoping to comfort the startled boy. “You are not going to pee, relax, yeah? It's called cum, or semen I guess. It's a liquid, but not pee, I promise. Every male does it when they orgasm.”

He visibly relaxes at this, and you smile at him. Once again, he focuses on the build up of pleasure, shutting his eyes and groaning into your neck. He even has gotten confident enough to begin humping into your hands. The movements are shaky, like he is driven upon instincts alone, but cute.

Your thumb run over the tip and it spurs him to his high. His hands once again come gripping onto you, and his body caves in over on itself. “It's coming! Please, please, please!”

You hum at him, and continue to stroke him off, glancing down to watch the way it shoots out of him. It's strong, and the white liquid stains your stomach. You eye it with amusement, and slight shock, and how much he is letting out. I mean that makes sense though, he has had it stored up for many years.

Tanjiro, on the other hand, is experiencing the best pleasure he has felt in his life. His abdomen tightens, and he accidentally digs his fingers into your back. His legs are shaking and he feels on the brink of collapsing. He doesn't breathe – he can't really, everything was too intense. Oxygen was the least of his priorities right now. But his mouth was hanging open, and occasionally letting out loud whimpers and groans.

The whole orgasm took around thirty seconds. And you only touched him for about a minute. It was the most pleasurable minute and half of his life. He wished he could go for longer.

When he comes down from his high, he pants into your neck, catching his breath. His dark eyes flicker to your hand, and he screeches, panicked and pulling away. “Oh my–Whats that? I’m sorry, ew, ew, ew.”

You laugh at the frazzled boy, surprised to see him like this. He was always the calm and composed one of the group, it was endearing to watch him so frantic and panicked. His wide eyes stare at his own cum on your hands and now bare stomach.

Then, much to his horror, you bring your hand up to your mouth, and kitten lick it. He stares at you in pure terror as you swallow it. His brain finally catches up to him after a couple seconds go by. “No! Don't do that, Y/N. Its dirty, so dirty!” He scolds, pulling your hand away from your face and scanning the room for a towel of some sort. When he doesn't find anything, he is quick to use the sleeve of his uniform to wipe off the substance, not caring that he will have to wash it later.

You ignore the slayer, but wait until he is finish. Then you push on his chest, with an incredible amount of force, considering how sturdy he was. He stumbles backward, hitting the edge of your bed, which sends him falling back onto the soft sheets.

He is quick to assess the situation, looking around in mild shock from it all. But, he doesn't have time to really think about because your still bare body climbs over him. He watches the way your breasts hang, and gulps with a small squeak before looking up at your face again.

You grab one of his hands, and place it in between your thighs. Tanjiro does his best to not panic too much.

“Well, now that we explored your body, dont you think its time to return the favor?” You say, grinning feralishly, while the blushing boy lets out an audible gulp, whines, but finally nods. He feels himself growing hard again.

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ೀ ׅ ۫ . 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑, 𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐔𝐌 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐊 ! (𝒵𝐸𝒩𝐼𝒩 𝒩𝒜𝒪𝒴𝒜)

zenin naoya x f!reader ﾉ 18+ content. ﾉ nsfw + unprotected sex / raw sex ﾉ size kink ﾉ breeding kink ﾉ multiple orgasms ( f ) ﾉ oral sex ( f receiving ) ﾉ fingering ﾉ choking ﾉ spanking ﾉ degrading kink ﾉ dirty talk ﾉ mdom + fsub ﾉ not proofread ! ૮꒰◌ .๑. ꒱ა

i dnt think 've ever spoken about how much i love naoya . . liek i kno most people hate him but 2 me he is just ? ! ? ! so irresistible 'n so perfect ? ! art credits go to the wonderful @/sso_s__ on twitter ♡ + ↻ are rlly appreciated ! !

Naoya's calloused hands traced your curves, the pads of his fingers leaving light touches across your skin. His breath tickled your neck, the warmth of his exhale making goosebumps rise across your body, tingling sensations rippling down your spine. "Naoya.." You breathed, your voice low and soft, a breathless sigh escaping your lips. His touch was gentle, almost feather-like, a stark contrast to the way his hands usually roamed your body. His fingertips were rough and dry, his palms calloused and coarse, but they felt good against you, the friction leaving trails of heat wherever they roamed. He knew where to touch you, what buttons to push, how to make you writhe in pleasure beneath him and beg for more. He was an expert when it came to your body, and he relished in the knowledge. He reveled in the fact that he could bring you to orgasm so quickly and easily. He adored the fact that he could make you scream his name and cry out for more. And, god, he loved the way you looked when you came undone. His fingers dug into the supple flesh of your hips, his mouth trailing up and down the column of your throat, his lips brushing over your pulse point, his teeth sinking into the skin. He sucked and nibbled on the area, the sounds of his ministrations echoing throughout the room. It was a symphony of lewd noises, the melody of his breathing mixing with the sound of your soft gasps and quiet moans. The music was a melody to his ears, a harmony of passion and lust, and it only served to fuel his desire. You could feel his erection pressed against you, the bulge throbbing and twitching, the outline of his cock clearly visible even through the fabric of his kimono. He was hard and eager, the tip of his member dripping with precum, his body hot and feverish.

His tongue licked a trail up the side of your neck, the muscle swirling around your earlobe, the sensation causing your back to arch, a loud moan slipping past your parted lips. "Fuckkkk.." He growled, his lips capturing your own, his teeth biting into the flesh, his tongue pushing its way into your mouth. The kiss was messy and wet, his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth, tasting every inch of you, his fingers digging into your hips, holding you firmly in place. His mouth left yours, his lips dragging across the line of your jaw, his tongue tracing the shell of your ear. "Mh.. wanna fill you up with my seed, doll.." He mumbled, his breath hot against your skin. He sucked on the skin behind your ear, his teeth nipping at the spot, his hands sliding up your sides, his nails digging into your ribs. "Wanna breed ya s' bad.. fuck.." His hands found their way under your shirt, his palms pressing against the flat planes of your stomach, his thumbs stroking the smooth skin. His fingers danced across your chest, teasing the mounds of flesh, pinching and pulling at the pert buds, the sensation making your head spin. His hands were all over you, groping and squeezing, his fingers tweaking and teasing, the sensations making your core burn, desire pooling between your legs.

"God, the way ya squirm is s' fucking sexy.." He purred, his tongue flicking over the shell of your ear, his breath tickling the sensitive flesh. His teeth tugged at your earlobe, his tongue darting across the cartilage, his hot breath fanning across your cheek. "Such a naughty little whore.. S' needy for me.." He cooed, his voice dripping with honey, his hands sliding down your stomach, his fingers ghosting across the surface of your skin. "Want me to fill ya up? Want me to breed ya like a bitch? Hm?" He hummed, his hands palming the mounds of flesh on your chest, his teeth sinking into the curve of your neck. "Yeahh, gonna stuff that hole.. pump ya full of my cum.." He breathed, his hips rutting against you, his length grinding against the fabric of his kimono, the friction driving him wild. "Bet you'd like that, wouldn't you, baby girl? Bet you'd fucking love it." He growled, his hands roaming up and down your body, before scrunching up the material of your shirt, tugging it upwards. He pulled the article of clothing over your head. "Y'look so fucking beautiful like this, y'know? With yer tits hanging out, s' fuckin' delicious." He purred, finally deciding to shed his clothes. He untied the sash holding his kimono together, the garment quickly tossed to the floor, revealing his sculpted figure, the toned muscles rippling underneath his skin. Your eyes widened, taking in the sight, your core throbbing, a familiar ache forming in the pit of your stomach. You needed him. You needed him now.

He took notice of the way your pupils dilated, your gaze fixated on his toned abdomen. "See something ya like, doll?" He asked, his voice dripping with amusement, his cock twitching beneath his pants. He pulled the fabric down, his length springing free, the swollen tip slick with precum. You could feel his erection rubbing against your clothed core, the head brushing against your entrance. He pressed his palm against the apex of your thighs, the heel of his hand grinding against the damp fabric of your panties. "God, you're fuckin' soaked.." He grunted, his fingers sliding underneath the material, his digits pressing against your slick folds. "Bet you'd take my cock like a pro, huh?" He mused, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit, the pad of his finger moving in small, teasing motions. "Mhm.. so wet.. so needy.. S' pathetic, really." He teased, his fingers parting your folds, the tip of his index finger circling the entrance of your hole. "You want this?" He asked, his voice husky and deep, the sound sending shivers down your spine. You nodded, a soft whimper leaving your lips. "Y-yes..please.." You breathed, the word leaving your mouth in a whisper, the syllables barely audible. "I'm sorry, doll, I can't hear ya.." He teased, his tone taunting, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "P-please, Naoya, I want it.. please.." You pleaded, your voice wavering slightly, the desperation evident in your tone. His expression changed, his eyes darkening, his lips curling into a smirk. "That's more like it, princess." He chuckled, his fingers thrusting inside you, the digits curling, his knuckles pressing against the top of your walls.

His movements were slow and steady, his rhythmic pace building up the pressure inside of you, your body aching with need. Your hips rocked against him, your body grinding against his, your folds sliding against his skin, the friction causing the muscles in his stomach to tense. His fingers moved deeper inside you, the digits hitting a certain spot within you, the sensation causing your back to arch. Your core pulsed and clenched around his fingers, a moan escaping your lips, the noise echoing through the room. His fingers curled inside of you, his digits curling and uncurling, the feeling making your eyes roll back. The tension within you grew, your muscles tensing, your nerves screaming for release. He knew exactly what he was doing. He was bringing you to the edge, pushing you closer and closer to the precipice, his movements never ceasing, his fingers pumping in and out of you, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit. Your breathing grew ragged, your chest heaving, the sound of your labored breaths filling the room. The coil in the pit of your stomach tightened, the pressure building, the sensation becoming overwhelming. "N-Naoya.. I-I'm close.." Your voice trembled, words barely able to leave your lips. "Yeah? You gonna cum for me, doll? Already? Must've been desperate." He cooed, the corners of his lips quirking up into a smirk, his tone teasing. You nodded, the movement making your vision blur. "C'mon, cum for me.." He ordered, his voice stern and firm, the authority in his tone causing a spark to shoot up your spine. He crooked his fingers inside you, the tips rubbing against the walls of your core, the pads of his digits brushing against your sweet spot. Your body tensed, your muscles seizing, the tension within you reaching its peak, the coil inside of you snapping. You came undone, your juices coating his fingers, your eyes rolling back, a loud moan tearing through the room. "Good girl.." He praised, a sudden loss of his fingers leaving you feeling empty. "Ya taste s' fucking delicious, doll.." He moaned, lapping up the juices on his skin. The sight made your core ache, your body still riding out the aftershocks of your orgasm. Your chest heaved, your body quivering, the feeling of ecstasy washing over you, the euphoria clouding your senses. "Mm, gotta give my favorite bitch what she deserves, don't I?" He said, a low chuckle reverberating through the room. His fingers hooked onto the waistband of your panties, the fabric slipping off, his hands groping the supple flesh of your hips. "Fuckin' love the way you feel in my hands, y'know? S'like yer made just for me."

Naoya's thumbs pressed into the curves of your hip bones, his fingers digging into the mounds of flesh, the feeling making your back arch. His hands roamed up and down your body, his nails raking across the smooth skin, his teeth biting into the plump skin of your inner thigh. His tongue darted across the surface, the wet muscle sliding across the expanse of flesh, before dipping between your folds. The action made you gasp, the feeling foreign and unfamiliar, but it wasn't unwelcome. "Gotta get ya nice and ready for me, princess.. You outta everyone should know how big I am.." He murmured, his breath fanning across the surface of your core, the warmth of his exhale making your stomach tighten. "And, fuck, yer already so tight.. Don't want ya to hurt yourself, do we?" He questioned, the statement laced with mock concern. His mouth was inches away from where you needed him, his tongue tracing patterns on your folds, the sensation making your body tingle. Your hands tangled in his hair, the locks threading through your fingers, the strands surprisingly soft. Your thighs wrapped around his shoulders, the movement pulling him closer, the tip of his nose nudging against your clit. "Ah, you want this?" He questioned, the words muffled by your sex, the vibration of his voice making you squirm. "Yes..p-please, Naoya, please.. need you.. you always make me feel good.." You whined, your hips rocking against him, your thighs squeezing around his face. "I'm gonna ruin ya for anyone else, doll.." His tongue flicked at the juices pooling at your entrance after he spoke, his mouth closing around your clit, his lips wrapping around the swollen bud. Exquisite bliss washed over you, the feeling almost too much to handle. His tongue was relentless, the muscle moving with precision, his teeth grazing against the sensitive skin. Your toes curled, your back arching, a whimper slipping past your lips. "So fucking tasty.. shits fucking delicious.."

Mumbles and mutters left his lips, your body buzzing with the need to cum again, the sensation growing stronger and stronger with each passing second. His tongue slipped inside you, the appendage moving in and out, his jaw flexing with each movement. He tasted every inch of you, his lips suckling and his tongue swirling, the movements making you dizzy. "N-Naoya! Gonna cum, I'm gonna- a-ahh f-mmm..!" You cried out. The pressure in your abdomen snapped, your walls spasming, your juices gushing into his mouth. His tongue glided over the expanse of your folds, lapping up the fluid, his eyes gazing up at you. His irises were filled with hunger, his pupils dilated, his jaw clenched, his lips coated with your essence. His bare cock was flowing with precum, the veins throbbing, the tip flushed red. The sight alone was enough to make you come undone once more. He licked his lips, his tongue swiping across his skin, before pulling away, the feeling of his absence making you shiver.

His hands gripped your thighs, throwing one over his shoulder, the limb shaking. He positioned his length at your entrance, the head nudging at your folds. He looked up at you, his expression smug, his lips twisted into a smirk. "You ready, princess?" He asked, his voice taunting and teasing, his tone playful. "P-please, I-I can't take it anymore, Naoya.." You breathed, the words coming out in a strangled whimper. "I-I cant.. I-I need it, p-please.." You stammered, your body trembling, your hips rolling against his length, the tip slipping between your folds. "A-ah..!" You gasped, his member stretching you, the feeling foreign but not unpleasant. His hand came up to grip the base of your throat, his fingers pressing into the skin. "Look at me." He squeezed your neck, the pressure making you lightheaded. "Keep your eyes on me, got it?" You nodded quickly, your mind in a haze. "Yes, s-sir.."

Naoya then pulled his hips back, his length slowly entering you, the thickness spreading your walls, the stretch burning. "F-fuck.. s' so fuckin' tight.. swear ya get tighter every time.." " He muttered, his jaw clenched, his teeth gritted. His eyes met yours, his gaze unwavering, his brows furrowed. His thrusts were slow and steady, his shaft moving in and out of you, hips rocking forward and back. "M-mm.. f-faster, p-please.." You begged, the words leaving your lips in a desperate plea. You couldn't bare the slow pace, your body aching for more. He obliged, his pace increasing, his cock ramming into you. You couldn't help the moans that spilled from your lips, the noises echoing through the room. "Greedy, greedy girl, aren't ya? Always wantin' more.." A loud slap echoed through the room, a sharp sting radiating from your thigh, the impact leaving a bright red mark. "F-fuck, yer pussy's so tight.. feels like heaven.. Fuck.. S' a fuckin' masterpiece, a work of art.." He groaned, his hand gripping your thigh, the nails digging into the supple flesh. Your walls clenched around his length, the action drawing a gutteral moan from his throat. "Y-yeah, squeeze me, doll.. show my cock how much you need it.." He grunted, his hips slamming into yours, the tip of his member hitting the sweet spot inside of you. Your body wracked with pleasure, the feeling almost overbearing, your entire being on fire.

"G-god, I'm so close.. G-gonna cum inside, doll.. gonna fill ya up.." He panted, his thrusts becoming erratic and sloppy, his movements losing their rhythm. Your muscles clenched, your walls pulsing around his shaft, the coil inside you threatening to snap. "Naoyaaaa, p-please, please.. cum in me, breed me.. fuck me full.." You whined, the words tumbling from your lips in a broken mess, your vision blurring. Your climax approached quickly, the world around you becoming a blur of sensations. You felt as of you were on cloud nine, fucked out of your mind, your body tingling with craze. It wasnt until your insides were filled with his sticky semen that the world finally returned to focus, your walls fluttering around his cock repeatedly. "Yeaahh, take it.. take Naoya's cum.. 's perfect, you know? Made for each other." You moaned in response, your mind swimming in a sea of pleasure, your body limp. Your heart raced, your breathing heavy, your entire being numb. Naoya was quick to recover, his stamina unwavering, his length still hard inside of you. He smirked down at you, his gaze filled with amusement, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Think ya can go another round, doll?"

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y’all horny.

Enjoy a cut smut scene from The Great War, featuring Giyuu’s unlocked creampie kink.

MDNI. Explicit sexual content below.

His eyes fixed hard on the single bead of white that dribbled out of her sex, trailing down the curve of her backside before staining the silk of the kimono spread out below her. Curious, he traced the path it left with his finger, smearing it against her skin.

“Can you feel it?” He sat back on his knees, eyes still glued to his fiancé’s glistening core. “Can you still feel me inside you?”

Her eyebrows drew together in concentration, and she shifted her legs, slowly relaxing one to lay flat on the floor, the other still bent at her knee.

Her eyes widened. “Yes,” and Giyuu felt something smug and prideful roar to life in his chest as he watched her thighs tense. “It’s warm; very warm.” She bit her lip. “But — I think it’s leaking out.”

“Does it — do you like it?” Giyuu’s gaze dropped back down to where another thin stream of milky white escaped down the underside of her thigh. “Do you like how it feels?”

He knew he most certainly liked how it looked — a corporeal reminder that she’d chosen him, waited for him to return and allowed him to make her his once more.

That she’d accepted him — all of him — without reservation.

Greedily, Giyuu danced his fingers along her inner thigh eager to seek her out once more. He glanced back up at his fiancé and saw that her cheeks had turned bright pink.

“Yes,” her eyes did not dare leave his, even as she mashed her lips together as Giyuu pressed the pads of his fingers against her entrance in an effort to keep his seed inside her. “It reminds me this is real, and not just some desperate dream I’ve conjured.”

“It’s real,” he covered her body with his, catching her lips in a feverish kiss, savoring her responding moan. “It is real, and we are here, together; and I will never part from you again.”

Against her hip, Y/N felt his cock begin to stiffen once more. “Let me show you,” he implored her, his hand skirting down the outside of her thigh, coaxing one of her legs to hook over his shoulder, before stretching to do the same with the other.

With his weight pressing down against the underside of her thighs, pushing her knees nearly to her chest, Giyuu reached between them and gripped his hardened length.

“Let me show you,” he repeated again. “Let me fill you again, my treasure. I will do it as many times as necessary — even if it takes all night — if only to show you how real this is.”

He pressed the head of his cock against her entrance, and Y/N cried out, her hands flying to grip his hips as she urged him closer. Above her, Giyuu shifted so his weight pushed her legs flush against her chest, her hips lifting off the floor of his engawa. With a small whine, Y/N’s hold on his hips tightened and then she was pulling him into her once more, the slickness left behind by their previous climaxes allowing her to take him to the hilt without resistance.

Once he was fully sheathed within her warmth, Y/N adjusted her hold on him, moving her hands from their place at his hips to behind him, letting her fingers dig into the firmness of his backside as she held him flush against her.

“Fuck.” Giyuu moaned, bracing his arm against the wood over her head. Y/N’s knees were almost resting near her ears, yet she only pushed harder against his rear, her nails sinking into his skin in a silent command to move.

His groin pressed flush against her core, the former Water Pillar began rolling his hips, each movement pushing his cock deeper and deeper into his beloved’s euphoric heat.

“I’ll show you,” he promised her, their foreheads pressed together. “I’ll show you how this is real.”

He ground against her, hard, prompting a stifled squeak from the Shrine Maiden below him, her eyes large and locked with his.

Giyuu’s voice dropped to a growl. “And I’ll show you how you’re mine.”

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Hantengu clones x fem reader on her period!

Y’all are getting fed early because the female anatomy is fighting me. Warnings⚠️:period stuff, swearing, nicknames, (let me know if I missed any!!!)

Aizetsu

He would hold you close and comfort you if you wanted

He will not leave your side during this time of the month

He will know when you start your period because he can smell the blood

He won’t bring it up unless you do (the first time he smelt blood he was concerned but once you told him he was out at ease and learned your schedule)

He will get you all of your cravings and more

He will baby the fuck out of you

If you bleed on the bed, couch, etc he will take care of it and tell you to change and get cleaned up without hesitation

He will not embarrass or tease you about it he just wants you to be as comfortable as possible

He is understandable about your mood swings because your dealing with a lot during this time of month and it must be hard

He doesn’t know what it’s like but he knows your in pain when you start groaning or just holding onto your stomach/uterus

He will massage your cramps if you want while you rest on him

”Darling…..rest for me okay?” “O-oh you want me to massage your stomach?…..come on lay down……*he pats his chest*” “You must be so exhausted go lay down while I take care of everything my precious human…….”

Sekido

He finds it to be such an annoyance don’t we all

He questioned you the first time it happened to make sure you weren’t doing anything concerning because he smelt blood

He will be soft with you during this time of month

He will sigh and scoff when you ask for stuff but he will do it

If you want him to cuddle you he will

Take advantage of this because this is one of the only times he will cuddle you a lot

You will get your cravings because he doesn’t wanna hear you bitch about how hungry you are that’s how he sees it

You won’t be babied but you will be taken care of

If you bleed out he will sigh very loudly and start changing the sheets, cleaning, etc with his normal angry expression while you change but in reality he is very caring and wants you to be comfortable

He will go out and buy you a teddy bear so if he had to leave for any weird reason you would have the bear the bear has a kimono like his

He will get annoyed if you get really bad mood swings but he will comfort you or leave you alone if you want

He will massage your cramps but he will complain about it

”*sigh*………go fucking change and lay down……I’ll clean this mess you made up….” “You want to lay on my chest again……why are you so needy?!” *he lets you lay down anyways*

Karaku

You will be teased

He won’t tease you if you do get really upset and uncomfortable with it though

The first time he smelt blood he was confused on why and asked you very concerned but understood after when you told him

He one time came up behind you and squeezed your uterus and called you his little ketchup bottle…..

He won’t do it again don’t worry……..he learned……

You will get all of the cuddles and kisses you want because he is more than willing to give them to you

He will get very scared at your random mood swings

One second your crying and the next your screaming out of anger

He will get you what you want for cravings

If you ask him to buy you pads/tampons he will buy the wrong one almost every time because in his mind they are all the same

You will get carried everywhere

He will happily massage your cramps away

If you bleed out he will clean it but he will most likely tease you about it

”Awwwwww…..princess you bled a little didn’t you….?” “What do you mean they’re not the same and that every brand is different!?!?” “YOU CAN GET AN INFECTION IF THEIR SCENTED!?!?!?!”

Urogi

He is so confused

Your going to have to explain it to him a million times because he’s so confused on how you can bleed from down there just so you can have children

ANYWAYS

You will get even more cuddles than usual and he will cling to you even more

He will warm you up with his wings so your cramps ease down that’s his way of massaging your cramps because he can’t what is talons

He won’t take you flying that week just so you can relax

He will go out and get your cravings for you without hesitation

He is very very terrified of your mood swings

You will get a million kisses if you start crying

If you bleed out he will not know what to do so you will have to show him

Don’t worry the next time it happens he knows what to do!

Bird boy might not be the smartest but when it comes to you he listens

He will get you the wrong brand a few times but then after he will get you the right one

He tries really hard it’s just heard for him to understand

“Baby bird……it’s okay don’t cry I got you!” *he nuzzled into you neck pulling you close as you cried from the stress and pain* “Baby!!!!! I think I got you the right one this time!!!!!!”

#demon slayer #hantengu #hantengu clones #kny #kimetsu no yaiba #aizetsu #sekido #karaku #hantengu x reader #kny urogi #urogi #urogi x reader #urogi x y/n #urogi x you #aizetsu x reader #sekido x reader #karaku x reader #period comfort #period

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nymphoheretic · 3 months

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In His Clothes

Nymph: After months of waiting, drama, losing my sweet anon babies, seasonal depression, I've finally finished one of the NSFW fics of Wearing their clothing headcanons. These were not supposed to be fics, but c'est la vie. I hope you all enjoy!

Synopsis: You should have known better than to wear their clothing. The possessive looks should have been enough, but their clothes were so big and comfy....

Warnings: 18+ explicit smut, degrading, biting, blood, marking, bondage (sekido binds the readers hands), knotting, cervix kissing, dry humping, squirting (let me know if I forgot anything)

Special shoutout: Thank you @unknownspecies and @suyacho for beta-reading this!

Sekido didn't know what to expect when he came into his room to find you trying on one of his kimonos – the large fabric nearly swallowing your frame as the long sleeves hid your hands. The open neck shows a line of your abdomen down to the lacy black underwear you wore. The sight of your nipples straining against the material made his mouth water and cock hard.

"Little brat...."

The sound of his growl startles you. "Seki..." you whisper, starting to close the open gap of the kimono, but Sekido was fast. Faster than what your eyes comprehend as he already wrestled you onto his lap – his hands cupping your breasts.

"Look at you, nasty bitch. You know what wearing my clothes does to me." One hand leaves your breasts to grab the fat of your hip, bringing you to a slow grind over his lap. "Feel what the fuck you do to me. Feel exactly what I'm going to fuck you so stupid with." His cock twitches as your dampening core rocks against the swelling length.

Your hands move to grab his shoulders as you loll your head back to the rhythm of his grinding, but Sekido had other plans. Taking the obi from the kimono he was wearing as he took your wrists. At your gasp, he uses the sash to tie your hands up in a tight knot behind your back, the position, making your breasts jut out from the fabric of the kimono you stole.

Carmine eyes lock with yours as a dark look enters their depths. “Naughty sluts like you don’t get to touch me.” His voice was deep — rumbling in his chest. The rough pad of his thumb brushes over the hardened peaks of your nipple as the other hand grips your hip tightly to rock your throbbing pussy over his achingly hard cock.

“ kido...” You whimper out, back arching further into his touch and rubbing your dampening cunt of the hard length, trying to gain some type of friction to your burning clit. A scream bubbles up in your throat when his fangs graze the tip of your nipple, “Ah~, Sek-Sekido.” You cry out, your fingers flexing with the need to claw at him, to bring him closer, to touch him.

Sekido swipes his tongue over your nipple, tasting the salt that coats your skin from the sweat that forms. He had half the mind to just leave you all tied up and needy for his dick as punishment for daring to steal his clothes, but the way you were grinding your hips, rubbing your needy pussy over his length made him rethink that decision. “Tell me, little slayer,” his voice rumbles in your ear as he calls to you, “Do you think you deserve my cock, my knot? Have you earned that right?”

You struggle to answer as his claws dig into the fat of your hips and drag your drooling panty clad cunt over the swell of his cock in a hard grind, the friction causing your mind to go blank. It was only when his fangs bury into the junction of your neck and shoulder, warm blood spilling down your chest did you open your mouth. “Please! I don’t deserve it, but I need it.” You buck your hips, your damp panty clad clit catching the tip of his cock and sends a jolt of pleasure down your spine.

A dark chuckle leaves him as Sekido watches you with darkening red eyes. His hand tightens on your hips as he makes you rock faster, grinding harder against his cock as he bucks his hips into yours. “You’re right. You don’t deserve it. So you’re going to cum without me even touching this slutty cunt of yours.” His lips turn up in a mocking sneer as your honeyed cries reach his ears as your feeble attempts to get him to stop fails.

Digging your nails into the material of the sash tied around your wrists, tears burn in the corners of your eyes as Sekido continues to rock you over the hard muscles of his thigh, pussy clenching around air as your mouth falls open in a silent scream. You want to weep, beg and sob for his fingers – his cock. Something to fill the burning ache that settles in your core. But you know better, Sekido trains you well. He gave you an order to cum untouched and that was what you were going to do. No matter how much you plead with the demon of rage.

Sekido groans as he feels your slick drenching his thigh, his cock twitching to life and causing a tent under his own robe. A growl vibrates in his chest as he stares up at you, biting back the love sick smirk that wants to curl at his lips. He would never let you see exactly how much you affect him – how much you manage to worm your way into his anger-induced heart. “Cum, whore. And maybe I'll be nice and let you sit on my cock.” He moves on hand from your hip to the apex of your thighs, thumb circling your clit in rough hard circles that makes your head fall back and a scream bellows from your chest.

Your pussy spasms from the stimulation, cum dripping out of you as your hips continue to rock over Sekido’s lap and grind your slick over him. “‘Kido...I-” your words are cut off as he spins you around so that your back is facing him, claws shredding the thin material of your panties. You watch with bated breath as Sekido bunches the fabric of his kimono up under your breasts as he frees his dick from the confines of his restrictive clothing.

Biting down on your lip, a low hiss leaves you as Sekido lines his thick mushroomed head at your drippy little hole, swiping it over your clit and tapping it on your entrance. His voice rumbles in your ear before his fangs graze over the fleshy shell. “You dirty slut. Cumming untouched and making such a filthy mess. Looks like I need to plug up this nasty pussy. Don't expect me to be gentle either.”

You didn't want it anyway else as the demon of rage pulls you down onto his heavy dick, bottoming out in one single thrust as his claws dig into your bound wrists. Another scream is torn from you, but it was cut short when your lover wraps his hand around the back of your neck, long fingers pressing firmly on your arteries while his thumb rests on your vocal cords.

“Shut the fuck up.” His voice rumbles in his chest, vibrating against your back as he speaks. Sekido thrusts roughly up into you, heavy balls clapping on the skin of your ass as he fucks you hard and deep. “You don't get to say a word.” He applies just a bit more pressure to your neck, his other hand digging into the fat of your hip. An idea forms in his mind as a slow smirk tilts at his lips. “Hn.” He lets out a small chuckle, his thrusts slowing until he stops completely.

Sekido growls when a whine escapes you and the flat of his fingers smac loudly against the mound of your cunt. “Stop whining like a cock hungry whore. If you want my cock so badly, do it yourself. Fuck yourself and make yourself cum.”

You gasp at his words. Sekido has never let you have control like this before and honestly you didn’t know if you wanted it. You want him to drill up into you until you’re a sobbing, cumming mess. “Seki—” You words are cut off when the hand that he has wrapped around the back of your neck tightens just enough to make your head swim from the lack of oxygen-rich blood to your brain.

“Are you fucking deaf, slayer? Or are you too cockdrunk already?” He growls, slapping and pinching your sensitive nub repeatedly. Over and over again until you were damn near screaming and shaking from the intensity of the orgasm that washes over you. “Now, fucking bounce on my cock. That’s the last time I’m giving you an orgasm. The next one is on your own or I’ll fucking edge you all night long.”

A soft whimper leaves you at Sekido’s promise — he never makes empty threats. With your hands still tied behind your back, you use your legs to lift your body, pussy squelching as his cock drags slowly through your folds. You start off slow, the muscles in your thighs burning and screaming from the overusage, but you don't stop as you rise and sink on his thick cock. The bulbous tip pressing against that sweet spot that only he could reach. You bite your lip, so hard that you nearly break the delicate flesh and spill blood.

You toss your head back, mouth dropping open as you take in more of his length. Your eyes begin to water as you feel the slow swelling forming at the base of Sekido’s cock. His knot. There was no way you would be able to sink down far enough without his help. “Pul-please, daddy...” You whisper softly, hoping the name would shake your demon lover.

And it did. Sekido’s eyes snap open, glowing lustfully as a growl falls from his lips. “Desperate slut. Calling me that, knowing the effect it has.” He sits up, his wide chest against your back as his arm hooks under your thigh. Lifting his hips, he fucks into you with brutal, punishin thrusts, grunting as he slowly forces his knot deep inside your tight little hole. “Ha~ Nasty bitch. Needed her fucking daddy’s help to plug up this cunt with his seed?”

He doesn’t give you time to answer as his fangs bury themselve into your shoulder, blood swelling up in the punctures. Sekido’s greedy tongue laps at the spilling crimson as he knocks into the swollen spony spot, his knot swelling to its fullness inside you and plugging up your hole. “Cum, you greedy slut. Cum for me so I can fill ths unworthy pussy with my seed.” He gives you harsher, deeper strokes — fucking his knot in deeper as his hand circles around your waist to nestle between your slick thighs to rub hard, tight circles on your swollen clit.

“Fuck! Daddy ‘Kido...” You whine out as your body convulses, your pussy tightening around his cock and fluttering as you cum hard. Squirt gushes from you and soaks his balls in your essence. You could feel the way his cock pulses inside you, throbbing and swelling even further as Sekido nears his high.

A grunt is all he utters as he locks his hips, pulling you down as far as he could onto his cock until the swollen tip was pressed so snuggly against your cervix. Sekido’s dick twitches as his cum spills over, hot and thick, flooding your womb and painting it white. His knot holds steady as you slump back against his chest, completely spent and he could not help the small chuckle that vibrates in his chest. “Idiot. Wear my clothes again and I’ll fuck you twice as hard.” He wraps his arms around you, his knot still holding tight as he rolls onto his side. Gliding his palms over your curves in what he thinks is a soothing manner as he laps at the nasty bleeding bite mark, he says. “Sleep, slayer. You’ll need your strength because if you’re still wearing my kimono when I awake, I’m fucking you all over again.”

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godbirdart · 9 months

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Congrats on your soon-to-be titlessness! If you don't mind my input I've got some advice on recovery based on what I've found docs don't always tell people.

-get a shower chair. Even a plastic lawn chair will do, but showering after major surgery is SO tiring

-drainage is gonna be so much grosser than you think and that's cool and fine and normal

-the padded wrapping that goes under the compression vest to keep things clean can be kind of expensive? So if you don't want to buy them, clean menstrual pads are actually a completely fine alternative

-wear button ups and kimono type robes during recovery, cause you won't be able to lift your arms for a really long time

-major torso surgery leaves people bloated for up to a month. Pair that with no tits when you're used to seeing tits and you're gonna feel really dismorphic for a while. Like the bug worm guys from MiB. This is also normal so no worries 👍

-I don't know your personal support system so if you don't have family or friends who can take care of you in the couple weeks directly after the surgery, you should stock up on ready made meals. Everything is exhausting after surgery.

Enjoy your flat chest and best of luck!!

!!! MANY THANK YOUS FOR THIS i hope it's okay i go ahead and post this for anyone else that might be goin through tiddy-b-gone surgery in the future!!

didn't know about the bloating so i will keep that in mind!!! cannot wait to be a WORM for a bit

#i wear jinbei around the house all the time so i am Set to GO for post-op clothes #need to get myself a nice Long robe for winter though #also moment of silence for my best friend who is going to be putting up with my stupid ass for a week post-op #and she will have to endure me going: HEY CHECK OUT MY COOL DRAINS #i owe her so much dfjhdjkgfhdk #top surgery

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zen8works · 2 months

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Zen Dot Pattern ICHIMATSU grey/light grey Desk Mat

Contemporary design of dot patterns created from traditional Japanese patterns that are typically found in kimonos and vintage textiles.

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succikko-draws · 4 months

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My two pieces focusing on Amegakure and the Ame trio for @narutoversevacation

I wanted to show happy scenes under the rain - in a happier timeline.

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The first image is a digital drawing of the ame trio fishing in the swamps, Yahiko in the center holding a big fish with the other two hugging him from both sides. The three of them are standing knee up in the water, wearing their training kimonos, covered with swampy water and mud. Nagato is holding a net behind Yahiko's back. Ther's a frog on a lily pad. The three are smiling wide, wearing matching nailpolish.

The second image is a digital drawing of an older ame trio in an alternate universe where Yahiko lives. They all are wearing the first akatsuki uniforms. The three of them are flying/floating over Ame - Konan flying with her paper wings while Nagato floats with his rinnegan, both are holding Yahiko's hands to make him fly by their sides. The three of them have visible piercings, and all their outfits match. They are all smiling happily, Yahiko with his eyes closed while the other two look at him lovingly. /.End ID]

#narutovacationwinter2023 #konan #nagato uzumaki #yahiko #ame orphans #ame trio #nagato #amegakure #nagayahikonan #yahiko akatsuki #konan akatsuki #naruto #naruto art #naruto fanart #naruto shippuden

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poetryincostume · 8 months

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With life and a back-breaking work schedule for a couple of years - until now, thank you greedy film studios - I have barely undertaken, nevermind finished, any personal sewing projects. This meant that when Star Wars Celebration returned to my neck of the woods this year I had no costumes to wear even if I had the energy to spend a day sweating and Uncomfy. But I needed something swarsy, even if just for a minute!

That led to me bashing this jacket together so I could put together a vaguely Hera Syndulla inspired look. The franchise and I may be at odds, but my general will always have my heart. Draped on the Tuesday night, made on the Wednesday, slip-stitched the lining in on Friday night after a day at the con and worn on the Saturday. I think the end result was quite lovely!

I called this a ‘doodle’, as I was effectively sketching the idea of a jacket with only a vague idea of what I wanted to achieve: a short cropped jacket, possibly a grown kimono collar and power shoulders since I already had XL raglan pads pinned to my dress form for the Arcane jacket I’ve been tooling with for a year and a half (and finally finished a month ago.)

The drape evolved into panels as there is one thing I love: unnecessary panelling. This also felt appropriately Swarsy. To lean into that Her Syndulla pilot/70’s workwear vibe I wanted a back yoke and vent. (You can tell this was a super quick project bc it has a side seam and these days I am morally opposed to side seams.)

Some semblance of shaped achieved I dove straight into smashing a pattern together from the drape, and decided that I would work out any issues as I went.

The main fabric is a coated scoured cotton I bought several years ago for a Hera jacket (inspired by the Lego series) so it’s come vaguely full circle back to it’s original intention. Ish.

As I was cutting I decided it needing piping! Yes! Piping is very fun and rebellionish, and another of my favourite things. It adds a lovely definition to panelling whilst also adding support to the fairly exaggerated silhouette. The piping was made from a stretching cotton twill that I dyed several years ago for an(other) abandoned Hera project.

The piping led to an abundance of topstitching as a lazy way to keep all seam allowances in place, and then becoming a tribute to Jyn Erso and her topstitching.

The jacket was then lined in a brown fine grosgrain that I inherited from a job, which was quickly slipped stitched in. I faced the cuffs with the wrong side of the main fabric to have a featured turn back.

The final look thrown together at the most exhausted, low-effort Celebration. I was aiming for cool modern Hera Syndulla but the end result was much more April O’Neill.

There are a number of grain issues, particularly with the back panels and vents that I didn’t particularly bother to finesse from the drape to the cutting. But it’s fine! It’s a funky little jacket for one event, no one got what I was going for but I did get some compliments. And most of all I got the satisfaction of actually making something from beginning to end in a period of exhausted personal sewing drought.

#project: celebration jacket #project: Hera syndulla #extant projects: 2023 #media: Star Wars #media: original #cosplay #bounding #sewing #poetry in costume #project: doodle

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sirphrogington3rd · 10 months

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𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄ɞ- Douma x Follower reader

Rating: 18+

TW: afab reader, profanity, p in v s*x, oral f receiving, fingering, crying, overstim, and power imbalance

Disclaimer: I do not own any of Demon Slayer or its characters. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

Comments like, and reblogs are never required but are appreciated ❤️

You joined the Eternal Paradise Faith when you were just a girl, no more than 15. You've been here for some years now, you had never been noticed by Lord Douma, just some girl in his eyes. You though were dutiful and sweet, doing everything needed of you and more, hoping for Lord Douma to take notice of you. Unbeknownst to you he has, stealing glances, and watching you unnoticed.

You had Finished your chores and gone out to the garden, you walk along the stone path, the long grass just outside it. Wildflowers and weeds sprinkle the tall grass. You breathed in the evening air. You walked over a bridge listening to the river run.

The buzz of bees and other insects calming you, you stand in front of the tall grass closing your eyes and breathing deeply. You fixed your Kimono and raked your fingers through your hair.

"Y/n," Lord Douma's voice called to you

You turn your head with a sweet smile, "Lord Douma," you bow, "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

He looks down with a chuckle only to look back up at you, "You've been pulling more weight than you need or require," he said with his silk voice

You blush, he's noticed you, finally. You look down embarrassed, "Well, I try to not be a burden."

Douma had made his way closer to you by the time you looked up, you avert your gaze, but his slender fingers grab your face. He forces your eyes back onto him.

"You interest me, girl," He said

You turn even more red, "My Lord--"

His lips press onto yours quickly, for just a moment, and he pulled back waiting for you to pull away or express disinterest in his advance. You didn't, you've actually wanted this or something like it. Douma is handsome and quite charming.

You look away again a shy smile on your lip, Douma's strong and surprisingly cold hand grabbed your wrist and quickly pulls you into the tall grass. You gasp as he tugged you deeper inward.

He took your hands pressing his lips against the knuckles in the cover of the grass, you were getting weak in the knees with every sweet kiss and touch.

"I've noticed you," he said leaning into your neck, his breath like ice on your skin, "I've noticed everything you've done."

He placed cold kisses on your neck, holding your hand, and pulling on your Kimono. You weren't wearing anything especially hard to get off but it would still take a minute. He started fiddling with your clothes, them becoming looser but you didn't mind nor care as Douma's lips moved back to yours passionately. You held his face as his hands got off your obi efficiently opening your kimono, you pull away.

"Douma what if someone catches us?" you ask looking down

Douma kissed your jaw, "They won't if you're quiet," he threatened grabbing your face with a smirk, "You'll be quiet? right?"

"Yes," you nod

He kissed you again, his hand reaching into your kimono, squeezing your breasts. Douma pushes you backward, and you slowly ease onto your ass. Douma unbuckled his belt, slid it out and tossed it to the side, and pulled down his pants. You look down. This was the first time you've seen something of this nature. Douma's head nestled itself between your thighs

"My Lord this doesn't seem appropriate."

He looks up at you, "It is," he says, grabbing your thighs roughly

Douma pressed the pad of his tongue onto your pussy, ravaging the flesh with passion. You cover your mouth with both hands, as his finger pushed its way into your hole, and your back arched at the feeling.

"I must ready you," he says against your folds

You nod holding back the moans that push against your lips. Douma pushed in another causing a muffled shriek from your lips, he glared at you, and you shush up. His tongue was working against your clit and around his fingers, you couldn't hold out much longer. Your legs clench and relax as your core loosened, you spill yourself onto his fingers, an into his mouth. He pulled out his fingers and you moan quietly behind your hand.

"I'll stretch you but it should be pleasurable," he says nonchalantly and his hand stroked his dick, till hard.

you nod as Douma eased himself into you, causing you to squeeze your eyes shut and bite your tongue. You feel your cheeks glow red and tears run down your flushed face as his hips became flush to yours.

"Douma," you whimper softly, weakly

Douma placed a kiss on your forehead sweetly, "so cute," he cooed

you close your eyes as he begins to move, slowly dragging out his cock before pushing it back inside. Douma compliments you on how well you're taking him before speeding up. He was shameless in expressing himself, bringing his mouth to your ear so only you could hear his moans and gasps of pleasure. You were beet red as Douma's hand moved the one over your mouth to hear your voice quietly beg him to slow his thrust. He did not, only getting faster with every beg to slow.

"Please, Douma," you plead softly against his ear, you held his head, your finger in his hair

Douma rose to look at you, "Not until you finish," he said

You whine and Douma's hand covers your mouth roughly, his nail cutting your cheek, blood oozing from the cut. Douma dragged his tongue across the bloodied gash, and you kiss his hand as an invitation to kiss him. He removed his hand kissing you with bloodied lips, your back arched pushing your chest against his as you reached your climax. Your eyes flutter shut as Douma continued slowly overstimulating you with his icy finger onto your swollen bud rubbing it in circles. You started to tremble, Douma bit down on your lip as he reached for your breast with his free hand he rubbed his thumb against it. You hold onto his back and he looks up at you in enjoyment, your core aches for your orgasm. You looked down at him with pleading eyes.

"How does it feel?" he asked with an amused smile

You couldn't form a sentence but your lips parted letting out something similar to a "good". Douma smiles kissing you again, You then felt him twitch as the warm substance pooled into you. He pulled out his seed still oozing out the tip.

"Now get yourself dressed," He said disinterestedly

"Yes, Lord Douma," you mumble sitting up

He leaned down kissing you sweetly, "Maybe we can do this again," he said

#demon slayer #kny smut #kimetsu no yaiba #douma x you #smut #uppermoon two #kny douma #Cult #x reader #female reader

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peachdues · 8 months

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*flops into the asks*

For the 2k requests again! may I request the fluff prompt of: Late-night pregnancy cravings

For: Kyojuro, Giyu, Sanemi, Tengen, Obanai and/or Yoriichi? 🥰

I'm a sucker for cute sweet paternal/pregnancy moments 🥹🥰😅

Thank you for the request!

PREGNANCY CRAVINGS

♧TENGEN UZUI♧

Peach's 2.k Milestone Event

CW: none, just fluff

The estate of the Sound Pillar was silent, save for the occasional faint snore of Suma, near your ear, as the young woman’s arm was draped snugly around your middle.

Your growing middle, that is.

You were the first of Lord Tengen's wives to fall pregnant, and the Estate was abuzz with excitement over the prospect that in just a few, short months, a tiny little bundle of joy would arrive for all of them to dote on.

Of course, none was more excited than your dear, Lord-Husband, who had dropped to his knees and sobbed upon hearing the news, tears of happiness nearly dampening your hair as sure as any rain shower as he'd tugged you in close to his chest. Once Suma had joined in on the tearful party, you looked as though you'd been dunked thoroughly in the Estate onsen.

You were far enough along that your kimonos had to be loosened to accommodate your growing belly. Truthfully, you didn't mind so much that your attire had seemed to shrink overnight, as it was far preferable to the first few months of your pregnancy, where you'd spent most of your time hunched over a bucket, unable to keep down even the soothing miso and ginger broth that Hinatsuru had labored over making for you.

In fact, you'd lost a bit of weight during those first couple of months; so much so, that Lord Tengen had been ready to haul you to his comrade's estate for an evaluation, when, just like that, your stomach stopped rioting against you and instead, you found yourself situated with a hunger that could not -- would not -- be tamed.

Speaking of said hunger, you thought as you tried to roll out of your wife's comforting embrace, gently, so you wouldn't stir her, you were starving. And you had the strongest craving for...well, you couldn't quite figure out what you wanted, but you were sure a quick perusal of the food supply at the other end of the estate would solve all of your worries.

Though pregnant, you still retained your kunoichi reflexes, so as swiftly as a fox, you slid out of Suma's arms, stuffing a pillow between them before the young woman realized she'd lost her cuddle buddy. With a deft silence, you padded over your other two wives, both sleeping soundly in their futons, and made your way on your tiptoes towards the kitchen.

Dawn was still over an hour off, and your husband had yet to return home from his latest mission, though you were not worried too much; he'd said not to expect him for at least another couple of days.

The estate kitchen was silent as you slid the door open, though, as if the child in your womb could sense where you were, your stomach rumbled so loudly, you were shocked that your wives didn't appear behind you, thinking a small earthquake had shaken them awake.

"Oh, hush you," you chided gently, pressing a hand against the growing swell of your belly. "I'm working on it."

You began to sift through the cupboards and ice box, searching for anything that would soothe the nagging hunger in your gut. Your eyes had just landed on a small glass jar of pink, pickled onions that made your mouth water when you felt a slight disturbance in the air behind you. You tensed only for a moment before relaxing, recognizing the musky scent of your husband's sweat, mixed in with the faintest hint of cherry blossoms.

"I didn't expect to see you up so early, Mama," the rich timbre of Tengen's voice was soothing as his warmth approached you from behind. You turned right as his hands found either side of your hips, your husband kneeling down before you to press his ear against the gentle curve of your stomach. "How are my girls this morning?"

You snorted, carding your fingers through the sweat-dampened strands of his silvery hair. "You don't know for sure whether it's a girl, husband."

Tengen's lips grazed over your belly button as he rained reverent kisses against the swell of your womb. "I'm tellin' ya, the heartbeat sounds like a girl's." He grinned. "Strong, too, just like her parents."

Tengen rested his forehead against where you grew his child for a moment, before standing, towering over you, though the hand he brought to rest against your cheek was gentle, as though you might break beneath his touch. "Now, why're you out of bed, gorgeous? You need your rest."

You nodded to the jar of pickled onions that had caught your eye the moment before the Sound Hashira had breezed into his home. "Baby's hungry, I'm afraid."

Tengen hummed in disapproval, as he began moving amongst the cabinets and pulling out various dishes and ingredients. "Why didn't you wake one of the other girls? You know they'd bend over backwards to help ya out -- you need your rest."

Your hand tugged on his sizeable bicep, trying to get him to put down the wok he'd produced so that he could go rest. "For the same reason I don't want you cooking -- you all need your rest. I'm fine."

But your little tugs had no effect on the man as he turned away from the iron stove to kiss you, once on the nose. "Hey, if my girls' are hungry, it's daddy's job to provide."

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