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dollwrites · 10 months

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𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐢𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 — 𝐣𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐮𝐫𝐨 𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐰𝐚

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), in bloom!reader, au is about sex work, mentioned somnophilia, neck grip, rough sex, creampie, mindbreak, womb flooding, size kink, all characters featured are aged 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ the inspiration behind hana!reader herself, miss guro is the one to thank for this fic. please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading < 3

“What’s the matter, little girl? Getting sleepy? Am I wearing you out?”

Jinkuro was crooning in your ear as he ruts into you, pinning your much smaller frame against the bedding underneath you. the soft sheets were already drenched in the sweat mixture you shared with your benefactor, doing little to muffle your flustered whimpers when his large hands wrapped around your waist. he interlocked his fingers at your belly, feeling that familiar bulge in the shape of his cock as he rammed himself home, and used his strong grip on you to jerk you backwards to meet his fervent thrusting. it was all too overwhelming, so you’d slumped your upper half forward, burying your heated cheeks in the pillows as you squealed and gushed.

a pathetic, shy half a nod is what you can muster, along with a string of needy pleas. it was difficult to focus on an answer with Jinkuro in your guts, plowing deep and hard.

“Aw, my hana, can’t even hold her cute, little eyes open anymore.” he coos, deviously. you can feel one of his hands snaking upwards, creeping between your breasts in the warm ocean of bedsheets, “But you’re the one that woke me up, remember sweetheart? You’re the one that wanted my cock so badly you couldn’t wait until morning. Isn’t that right?” you manage another nod before you feel his fingers wrap around your throat. he wouldn’t dare squeeze too hard, but he pulls you from your slump on the floor with the leverage provided by his new grip.

“L—Lord Jinkuro..!” you gasp, eyes widening as you’re perched on your knees, but you can’t find the strength to reach up and hold on to his arms, your own hands flopping limp at your side as he pounds his hips into you at this new angle, “t—that—!!”

you wanted to tell him how good it felt to get ruined from this angle, the sensation of one hand digging into your soft belly while the other cradles your neck, trapping you against his bestial fucking, but you couldn’t form the words. you couldn’t do anything but listen to the sound of his wet skin slapping against yours, and the way your cunt squelched as you took him in.

“I’ll be damned, little one, you really are getting all cute and dizzy, aren’t you?” you can feel his lips on your cheek, smearing tender kisses over the heat there, an affectionate juxtaposition to the way he decimates your poor, weak body. your eyes struggle to focus on him, bouncing haplessly against his movements, impaled and stretched by his throbbing cock. “Hmm, I like that cute look, watching your eyes roll back and your mouth hang open as you take every inch of my big cock in your itty bitty tummy. Does it feel so good? Is it putting you to sleep, just like a sweet little lullaby?” Jinkuro grunts, snorting through flared nostrils, feeling you tighten up with each syllable spoken, “Ah, haha, oh god baby, you may be cockdrunk, but you’re still so fucking tight.” he emphasizes the word by giving your throat a gentle squeeze, a growl of pure pleasure rumbling in his throat. “Yes, little girl, you like this a little too much, don’t you? Being impaled on my cock, fucked until you can’t even lift a finger to stop me… good girl, good baby,” Jinkuro pants like a wild animal, the fingers on your belly seeming to shape around the bulging imprint of his cock on your belly and rub it back and forth, using your body to jerk himself off.

“Haaaa!! Lord J— Jinkuro!!” your head falls back against his chest, lolling around the expanse of it, your eyes rolling behind your fluttery lids. you wanted so desperately to look up at him, to see the dusky tint of lust on his cheeks, and the way sweat stuck his unruly bangs to his forehead, dampening his mauve hair to a color rivaling maroon. if you caught a peek of his bedroom eyes, you’d be able to see that they were almost black— pupils blown out with nothing but unbridled ecstasy. but you couldn’t force your eyes to open. even if you could, they were glazing over to the point of your vision blurring, you knew that. it felt too good for you, you were going crazy.

“Keep calling for me, little girl,” Jinkuro moans, kissing your forehead. his tongue drags along the sweat-shiny skin, tracing his name as if branding you as his own, “I love that little sound, so needy and all for me! Tell me, pretty baby, are you going to cum for me?”

yes.

you couldn’t say it in time, because your cunt was already clenching, tightening around his cock. you could swear that you were so tight that he couldn’t pull out, even if he wanted to, but you know he didn’t. as soon as you started to spasm, coming unraveled in his arms, he gripped you even tighter, and pounded into you harder— demanding your orgasm lasts as long as he could draw it out, until you’re screaming for him, tears on your face. the intensity of it overwhelming you all at once.

“That’s it, baby hana!” Jinkuro cries out in a rough bark of euphoria, his thick cock twitching deep in your belly, “Give me all of it, little baby! I’m going to give you all of me, too!”

and he does.

that’s all the warning you’re given before your belly starts to swell, spurt after warm, gooey spurt filling your insides. you gurgle a happy whimper at the familiar sensation of Jinkuro cumming inside you; that deliciously full ache that only he could deliver. he breathes, ragged, against your forehead, before pushing you forward, laying all of his weight against your back, his hips still bucking with erratic, aftershocks, thrusting deep and stuttered, as if trying to inject his release directly into your womb. each time, his swollen tip rubs against your cervix, you mewl and smear your face into the bedsheets, writhing underneath him until he finally breathes heavily and forces himself out of your trembling cunt.

the subtle drooling of his cum leaking out of you always felt so dirty, but you were addicted to it, whining for him even as your hole twitches and throbs, and you try to catch your breath, every muscle in your body on fire.

“There’s my pretty, pretty girl…” Jinkuro purrs, sitting back on his knees. one hand resting on your rump, his long digits spread your slick folds, and he admires the way he’s stretched your little hole, watching how she starts to close back up, your elasticity always aweing him. “Nice and fucked out. Happy now?”

you nod with a sheepish whimper.

Jinkuro chuckles, “Can you still talk, sweetheart?”

you shake your head this time, and he laughs louder— hoarse and pleased as he slides his fingers into your hole, feeling how frantic your walls flutter about him. “I think you’ll make this little mistake of waking me up with your mouth on my cock a lot more often now that you know what consequences await you.”

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angelltheninth · 7 months

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Edging Raizou Kurima as Revenger Training

Pairing: Raizou Kurima x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, edging, orgasm denial, creampie, teasing, constant erection, pussydrunk!Raizou

A/N: No one is writing for my man Raizou. He needs more smut on here.

With his hands tied behind his back Raizou struggled to keep his voice to himself as you bounced on his cock. He'd lost count of how many times he almost came in the span of a few hours. But this was part of his training, not to break, no matter what is done to him. Although he never expected this kind of training.

Confident that you would be able to break him you sat down all the way and stopped your movement, eliciting a deep, guttural groan from the samurai. Raizou looked at you from behind his wet hair, eyes barely able to focus on your naked body. You smirked when you felt his cock twitching inside you, drool dripping from the side of his mouth as he struggled to keep his hips moving but was constantly getting pushed back down.

"Just one word Raizou, if you can't handle it." You smirked at him, deliberately clenching around his dick. He shook his head, he was no quitter, and he wouldn't fail this test. "Such a strong spirit. I see why they chose you, a lot of our other potential candidates couldn't even last through a handjob. But you," Leaning in you gave him a brief kiss, "you've lasted despite wanting to come so badly. It's hard to believe you've only done this a few times before."

This was a test of his durability and his loyalty. Many others would spill secrets for one good night, but if he wanted to be a Revenger he had to learn to keep his mouth shut. But the catch was that almost everyone got a different test, so walking in here he had no idea what to expect.

He raised his head, his eyes glazed over but will still intact despite how his hips kept bucking into yours. "I can handle you. I can... fu- keep going..." You let out a delightful moan when he leaned in as much as his restraints allowed it, seeking the warmth of your mouth on him. He was someone who didn't seem to mind the taste of his own cum, it was arousing for him to see the corners of your lips still white.

"Oh I think you've more then proven yourself by now." You started moving on top of him again, savoring the way his cock pulsed and twitched inside of you with every bounce up and down. "Do you know what your prize is for that, Raizou?" He shook his head, a shiver running down his spine as you reached behind him and untied him, "You get to fuck me until we both finish."

A switch flipped inside him at your words. He locked his hands tight around your body and pulled you close, face hidden between your breasts as his hips began thrusting in and out uncontrollably. He's a samurai, prideful, skilled, honorable, in control of himself. But in a span of a few hours you were able to reduce him into a pussychasing mess of a man.

"C-Careful. You keep that up and I might get addicted to your-" Your breath hitched in your throat when you felt his cum shooting into your insides, stars dancing in front of your eyes at the same time but Raizou's arms keeping you grounded as your walls spasmed around his cock. "I was... gonna say cock but... your cum also." You hugged him close, hands cradling his head as his back rose and feel. A pleasant shiver passed through you when you felt his soft kisses, apparently he was into stuff like this. "Gentle too. Who would have guessed you have so many hidden sides."

Raizou hummed against your skin, not letting go of you yet. That was okay, you had time, no one will be coming into this room any time soon, but you'll be moving to the bed as soon as he can bear to let you.

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dollwritesarchive · 1 year

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𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬 — 𝐣𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐮𝐫𝐨 𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐰𝐚

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!sex worker!reader, obvious warning for sex work, shy!reader, oral sex ( f!receiving ), cuckquean for like a second, loss of virginity, use of the words lord, sir, little girl, age gap ( reader is 18+ but jinkuro is significantly older ), group sex, unnamed fem!characters, praise kink, reader is a pillow princess, all characters featured are 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ can i please PLEASE bribe y’all with filth to watch Revenger because i love it so much and nobody’s talking about it. do not repost or translate. please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading <3

“All she does is watch or something?”

your cheeks were on fire. eyes wide, watching every minuscule movement of muscle under his flesh as they contract. there was a rosy tint in his cheeks that seemed to spread over the expanse of his heaving chest, but it had mostly dissipated into his normal tan by the middle of his abdomen. his robes draped lazily down his arms and bunched at the elbows, but your gaze was sutured below that, watching a stripe of glistening hair below his navel as it danced to the rhythm in which he fucked the woman on her hands and knees in front of him.

you could’ve watched him disappear, inch by inch, into her and listen to the way she cried out when he stuffed her full, but you were much too sheepish for that.

she and the other woman, the one that sucked on Jinkuro’s neck, were both your senior by more than a couple of years, and had agreed to the Head Mistress’ request to show the brand new recruit how to please some of their highest profiled customers, including Jinkuro Isarizawa. you only thought you’d been brought along to watch and learn, but it wasn’t until they sat you on your knees on the floor that they presented you as a gift for him. Mistress’ graces, she would give your virginity away for free to the most influential man in the Pleasure House.

“She’s a little shy.” the woman crooned in Jinkuro’s ear, dragging her blood, red nails down his chest. “After all, she’s never seen a big, strong man fuck like you do. Let the professionals wear you down, Lord Jinkuro. We’ll have her finish you off?”

Jinkuro quirked a brow, slamming himself home in the other, and she cried out, grasping the cushion of the couch she was propped against, her knees scraping on the floor. you stared, nervously, hoping that your first time wouldn’t be nearly as rough as he was with her. but, you noticed her eyes crossing, a faint smile on her painted lips.

did it… did it really feel good?

his eyes burned holes in you, and you were tempted to shy away from his stare, both hands clasped together in your lap, pressing hard to keep your thighs from trembling.

“Are you jealous of her? Don’t you want to come over here?” he croons, tilting his head to one side as he takes note of the way you bit your lip. he thrusts again, this time the sound of his skin smacking against hers only barely drowns out her yelp of pleasure. “Don’t you want some attention, too?”

you wanted to nod immediately. the way your sisters had been moaning and dazed, worshiping his cock since the moment they could pounce on him, it made you curious. it made you wistful. you longed to know what magic spell he’d cast on them. but, you don’t answer just yet. your eyes raise to catch one of their gazes from behind his shoulder as if to ask for permission and she looks apprehensive.

you knew it wasn’t out of care for you, but rather, concern that you might not be skilled enough to please him. and would, in turn, sully their compensation.

“I’m the one speaking to you.” Jinkuro interrupts your silent communication, humming. he shifts to press his palm against the back of her head and guide it down the length of his abdomen, coaxing her to lick and suck on his balls while he stilled inside the other, leaving you without a senior to look to for advice on what to say or do. “You should be looking at me.”

“I—“ you couldn’t even think. you wanted to say something, but the moment you looked up into his eyes, you lost your breath. the other two were moaning, one pushing back to fuck herself on him, and the other slurping on the join between them. the room smelled like sweat, and he was waiting on you to answer, but his smile was simply too unarming. so, instead, you sink your teeth into your lower lip and nod, hopelessly flustered.

but his grin only widened to one of cheshire proportions, one eye peeking knowingly and glinting with devious intent from behind his unruly mop of dusky mauve. “Stand up, walk over here to me. Make it real slow and sexy for me, pretty girl.”

you wanted to please him. you didn’t know why, but you scrambled to your feet with a desperate urge to earn his praise, and with all of the self control you could muster, you sauntered over, your hands shaking at your sides so you grip the skirt of your kimono, instead. Jinkuro watched you the whole time, pupils blown out and hungry, his eyeline falling to your feet and back up again until you were within his arm’s reach.

he does, in fact, reach out and grab you. with one, massive paw outstretched, the officer tilts your chin towards him, pressing his thumb against your bottom lip. “That’s a good girl. You must be so desperate for a reward.” his grin was drooping into a lazy, lusty smirk that held its shape when he pried your kimono open, exposing your soft breasts. you gasped when the cold air swept over you, and his palm slipped underneath the material to press against your lower back and careen your frame closer; his parted lips latching on to your supple breast. “Mmm…”

“L—Lord Jinkuro!” it was a stanmer of surprise, that melted into a happy mewl, your back arching against his palm to rub your breasts against his face.

you were already wet; you could feel his teasing with teeth and tongue as he tested the sensitivity of one nipple, and then the other pooling in your lower belly, and you rub your thighs together to attempt to relieve the pressure building there. his hand was warm and big against your back, pushing you as flush with his face as he could, and when he sealed his lips around your bud and suckled hard, you felt your knees try to buckle underneath you. digging them inward to press into one another, you suck in a shaky breath, and one of your hands plants itself against his hot shoulder. you wanted to dig your nails in and hold on, keep yourself standing by gripping his sturdy foundation, but you aren’t sure if he’d permit you to do that.

his free hand, as if spurred by your awkward positioning and flustered panting, slips underneath what remains hidden behind the sagging fabric and worms between your thighs to feel how wet he’s made you. when you leave a slick coating on his fingers, he rumbles, happily, in the back of his throat. tilting his head back, he allows your breast to pop free of his mouth, and his heavily-lidded eyes peek from under his bangs. his cheeks were still red, and they matched the shiny, plush of his mouth as it curls into a devious smile. “I can tell you’re fresh,” he croons rubbing the pads of his fingers between your folds. they were rough, and he was pressing hard, and you loved every moment of it. you practically melt against his hand, whimpering and rocking your hips. “No other man has ever even seen this soft, little pussy, have they?”

your face is on fire. you’re humiliated by the idea that you’re not experienced, but something about the edge in his baritone and the excited twinkle in his eye gives you a rush. clues you in.

he’s happy he gets to be your first.

you shake your head, uttering a shaky, “N—no, Lord Jinkuro…”

but you needn’t answer at all, you realize, because he’s already acting. pulling his hand free, he uses both to strip you bare, before he grabs hold of the flare of your hips and sweeps you off your feet. both in awe and nervous of his strength, you whimper as you’re boosted into the air, bringing your knees up towards your chest when he lays you across the back of the woman on her knees. it was such a calculated move, you realize, because when you lay there, with your back against hers, he’s perfectly positioned to rest his hands on your knees and spread them open. you whimper softly, but comply with his strength, your hands sliding down to hold the backs of your thighs, keeping yourself wide and exposed.

“How do you like her, Lord Jinkuro?” the woman beneath you purred, shoving herself back against his groin. thus, pushing your exposed treasure closer as if offering you to him.

Jinkuro simpers, pressing his thumbs against your sticky lips to tease them apart. you squirm, toes curling, and whisper his name, but he’s already hunched over to get a better look. eye level with your cunt, his lips moving only inches away, you could feel his hot breath on it, and you shivered. “Such a pretty, little pussy.” he murmurs, ticking your lower belly with the ends of his wild tresses as he leans closer to drag his lips over your slick. “Can’t help but want to kiss it.”

“S—sir—“ you were staring, wide eyed, but nothing could’ve prepared you for the jolt of pleasure you felt when his tongue darted out from between the seal of his couplet and flicked at your clit. your hips rocked forward, humping towards his face, and he took the hint, nuzzling his nose into your clit so he could lick several, hungry stripes between your netherlips. the first moan you elicit is unsteady and overflowing with lust. both hands fell from your thighs and, as if on instinct, grabbed hold of his hair.

“It seems I’ve found what you like,” he rumbles against your flesh, peeking up at you from his new dwelling between your hips. you glance down, sheepishly scrunching your nose when you realize just how filthy the visage is, “you want to be pampered. Is that it?”

“Yes sir…”

“You want me to make you feel good?” with one hand resting on your lower belly, the other creeps up underneath his jaw as he asks you, slipping his middle finger into you. he groans out loud when he feels your walls spasm around the girth of his digit and you tug on his hair. “Want me to do all the work?”

even pursing your lips, you can’t help the pitiful sound that escapes them. your brows knit together; the sensation of his finger jabbing into otherwise uncharted territory had you utterly flustered.

“Answer him, sweetie.” the woman supporting your weight crooned, “Tell Lord Jinkuro how you want him to fuck you.”

“I— I want you to make me feel good, sir!”

Jinkuro was already back to it, his mauve mop bobbing as he licks you up and down, giving special attention to your hypersensitive nub when he could, and pumping his finger knuckle-deep into you. your back arches off of hers, squealing with an overwhelming wave of ecstasy, and the soles of your feet rest against his shoulders. he was devouring you like a man starved, slurping on your clit until the pressure had you seeing stars behind your eyelids, but you knew better than to try and push him away with your feet on him. so, you bucked and rocked and whimpered while he ate away, and before long, his middle finger joins the first inside, stretching you around their width.

it’s a gradual, manageable burn, but you whined nonetheless. it felt like ropes in your belly, tying knots and pulling them tight. “Gonna make you cum hard, little girl.” he muttered against your sex, twisting his fingers before they curl to scrape at an internal bundle of nerves. “Gonna give you your very first big one so you’re nice and tender, clenching air and begging when I want to put my cock in.”

“Lord Jin—kuro!” your stomach aches. the muscles in your thighs are tight and cramping. you know something big is churning and bubbling in your depths but the feeling is so new to you that nothing can prepare you for how hard it’ll hit. “I—I think—I’m… I’m going to…!”

you couldn’t say it before he ripped it out of you, and you’re swirling in a whirlpool of fierce pleasure, trapped with his mouth sealed against your folds so he can suck and nibble on your swollen clit. his fingers worked just as diligently inside, too, driving themselves relentlessly into the nerves that had you bucking your hips and yelping for him like a desperate pup.

“There she is.” Jinkuro hums as he finally pries his mouth from you, sitting up straight, he admires the way you hump, helplessly, into the air against his rough pumping. you could see your own juices dripping from his lips, smeared over his chin, sticking flyaway hairs to his cheeks, and you look away, bashful. “That’s a pretty sight. Got you nice and needy, didn’t I?” slowly, Jinkuro pulls his fingers out, and you whine in protest at the stomach-turning sensation of your walls gripping air. you call for him, sheepish, but he’s already wrapping his strong arms around your waist, supporting your lower back, and picking you up again. it was as if you weighed nothing at all to him, as he cradled you close enough to give you a sloppy kiss, allowing you to taste yourself in his mouth, before he lay you on your back on the floor.

the others, now out of his reach, clamored for attention, too. or maybe, he required them to be this needy, but you doubted it. because you felt the same urge to have his eyes on you. if he were to even look at either of them, you might pout. thankfully, he doesn’t. “Play with each other until I’m ready for you again,” he murmured to one that had slinked up at his side and leaned in to kiss him. “I want her to myself.” you were staring, lying on your back, trying not to thrust your hips into the air and beckon him to touch you again. you could tell by the reluctance on her features that she didn’t want to go, either, but she does, crawling over to the other and grabbing her, she plants a deep kiss on her lips. you find yourself watching them, and it wasn’t until you felt that familiar warmth of his thumb on your lip, fingers curling under your chin, that you follow his guidance and stare up at him again. “Look at me, pretty thing.”

his free hand slides over your belly, down to your cunt, and he allows the rough pad of his thumb to scrape over your clit, watching as you jolt upwards again. you were starting to think he was getting off on seeing just how much he could make you writhe underneath him.

“I bet you can feel those clenches,” he whispers, eyes tracing every inch of your sticky sex, “you can’t make them stop, can you?”

you shake your head, watching him hover over you. you were intimidated, but also excited. he was sparkling with sweat and bulging muscles, perched on his knees with his cock hard and pointing up against his bellybutton, dripping from the last woman he’d fucked. it was thick, and the thought of it pushing its way inside of you has your stomach churning. but you want it.

“That’s your sweet, little pussy begging for cock.” he hums with his signature, wicked grin. “My cock.” abandoning his rubbing, he grabs hold of himself at his base and guides the bulbous, red tip to your folds. you wince, preparing for a painful insertion, but he doesn’t push it in just yet. “I made you cum once,” he purred, swiping his head up and down between your netherlips, bumping your throbbing clit. each time, you twitch and gasp, watching wide eyed, “and you’re already so sensitive. It’s adorable. Once I slip it in, I know you’ll quiver on it and scream real sweet for me.”

“It’ll— it’ll feel good?” you whisper, watching as he positions himself at your hole once more. you remembered your sister’s face when he pounded her; that drunken, happy smile. and you wanted to feel that for yourself.

“You’re going to love it, little girl.” Jinkuro assures you, rocking his hips to shove the first couple of inches into you. you cry out, but it’s not in pain. he’s slick enough and you’re already wanton enough that even taking his size for the very first time isn’t uncomfortable. in fact, you’re in awe at just how incredible it feels for your elastic walls to stretch around him. both your hands flee to his abdomen, but you don’t try to push him away. you feel those solid muscles beneath your fingertips. “I can tell,” he coos, grabbing your hips with both hands instead and bucking his own, feeding another inch or so into you, “you’re already addicted to it, aren’t you, sweetheart?”

you nod, mewling with sordid delight, and push yourself closer to him in hopes to convince him to fill you fuller. you can’t help it— maybe you’re just overstimulated, but you hadn’t expected to like it this much. “Y—yes sir!”

“You want me to fill you up and fuck you?”

you were nodding before he even finished asking, your eyelids fluttering.

“How bad?”

“So bad!” you cry, digging your nails into his abs. you know you probably shouldn’t, but you can’t help it. “Please, please fuck me Lord Jinkuro!” your head rolls against the floor, and you arch your back when he falls into a steady, shallow rhythm, “I—I want to take it all—!”

“All of it?” he asks, incredulous but proud, and grunts when your walls spasm around his girth, as if answering him. his thumbs dig into your hips, pulling you flush to his groin so he can pound deep instead, and your legs kick haplessly on either side of him. he reaches a depth that could’ve been painful if you weren’t already blissed out, but the pressure it puts on your insides is astounding. “Doing— good, little girl…” he was moaning, holding you in place with your hips angled up off the floor to meet his to drill himself at that same, incredible depth over and over. each slam of his groin into you sends a ripple through you, jiggling your breasts, and threatening to send you sliding across the floor. but he had you. Jinkuro wasn’t about to let you move even an inch away from his ruthless pounding, and you were begging him for more each and every time he bottoms out. “Taking me like this, as deep and hard as I can fuck you in this tight, little cunt… fuck, you’re a greedy one.” he rasps, adjusting the angle of his jackhammering so he can rubs against your tender, inner walls. his eyes are on the join, where his cock has mostly disappeared, and he smiles wide and open-mouthed as he pants. he watches you grip him at his base, refusing to let him pull out. “I love it.”

your knees were shaking against his ribs, spurring into them until he leaned over, pressing his hot, sweat-soaked torso against yours, effectively pinning your smaller frame to the floor, and then they wrapped around his waist and hooked at your ankles. “Lord Jinkuro!” you cry, but he’s right there to stifle your sounds with a sloppy, open mouthed kiss, forcing his tongue into your cavern. you can still taste your own pussy on his breath, but he pries deeper and you also taste sake and tobacco. gripping his shoulder blades, you cling to him as close as he’ll allow you to, while he fucks you with reckless abandon. “Fuck me, please!”

there’s that damn bubbling. this time, it feels more like molten lava inching up towards the mouth of an active volcano. he’s battering your insides at such a pace that you’re certain to erupt. “Cumming—“ you manage to choke out into his mouth this time before you’re overtaken.

this time, your eyes roll back as wave after wave of furious pleasure knocks into you. Jinkuro is just as brutal as before, controlling the undertow of euphoria that drags you down by never easing up. he bullies you from the inside, driving himself to your limit hard over and over, because he can tell that’s what’s getting you off. “You certainly like being ruined,” he muttered, amusement trickling into his grunting and snorting, “for a shy, little thing, you’re whimpering and moaning like a bitch in heat. You love feeling me in your guts that much?”

you nod, but even with your mouth open, only half-coherent babbling falls out between strings of shrieking moans. you were squirming, now that you were starting to come down, now much too sensitive to handle another orgasm. “Y—yes sir, I love it. I… love… it…”

“Keep singing to me,” he groans, closing his eyes. his pace was becoming erratic, needy, and you could only imagine that he was in the brink, too. “Keep going.”

it was impossible to stop, because every inch of him was throbbing inside of you, and your walls were convulsing in protest, desperate for a break. you moan and purr and cry his name until he comes undone atop you. you’d never seen a man cum before, or hear the vulgar sounds he could make, or feel that release’s warmth spread throughout your belly with each spurt. but experiencing it all for the first time has your head spinning when he finally pulls himself off of you.

your entire lower half is sore by the time he plops down on the couch and exhales. you slowly pull yourself up on to your knees beside his feet and wiggle in that position, trying to find a comfortable way to sit, but it feels like he’s knocked your organs all out of place, so you ease up off your calves with a soft whine.

he hears it, and smiles lazily, reaching down to cup your face with one hand. “That pretty pussy a little bit sore?” when you nod, you nuzzle into his palm and he swoons in approval. “I can be gentle next time if you want me to.”

“I— don’t—“ you reply, your cheeks on fire with a humiliated blush. “I… liked it like that…”

Jinkuro stares at you for a moment, before slipping his palm around the back of your head. a gentle tug upwards encourages you to get to your feet before him, and you lean over as far as he guides with the pressure on your nape, until he can plant a kiss on your swollen lips. “Go find your mistress.” he instructs. you shift on your feet, nodding obediently, but you can feel the remnants of him oozing from your abused core, sticking your thighs together. “Tell her how pleased I am with her generous gift,” reaching into the pocket of his robe, he retrieves a handful of gold coins and holds them out. with wide eyes, you hold out both hands and he dumps them into your palms. there’s so many that you struggle to hold them all; much more than he would pay for any of the three of you in the room with him— more than the price of having the three of you together. you stare down at the shimmering in your fists and nod again. “And tell her that I want you under contract.”

“Contract?” you repeat, but your voice is barely above a whisper.

Jinkuro laughs, hearty and loud, at your naïveté and nods, “Go on. Your sister here can explain it.” with a gesture to one of the women who were both staring, agape, he released your neck.

she, on the other hand, jumps to her feet with your kimono in hand, and hurries over to wrap you in it. “Right away, Lord Jinkuro.”

you’re still watching him over your shoulder as she ushers you, and your two fists full of gold, through the screen door. “What sort of contract does he mean?” you ask, boggled by the word itself.

she practically pushes you down the hall. even though she’s smiling, you can hear an edge of envy in her voice. “Silly girl. You can’t even see how lucky you are with how much gold he put into your hands?” she sighs, and wipes the smear of cherry from your lipstick off of your cheek with her thumb. “He wants you under contract, which means he pays for everything. your food, your clothes, your makeup, the perfume you wear. your room in the brothel, every single thing. And because of that, no other customer can touch you.”

you look, wide eyed, back down the hall towards the door. you wanted to thank him for his generosity, but you realized you’d have plenty of time to do that, now that he owned you.

#Revenger #revenger anime #revenger x reader #Revenger x you #jinkuro isarizawa #jinkuro isarizawa x reader #jinkuro isarizawa x you #Revenger smut #jinkuro x reader #jinkuro x you #Jinkuro smut

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bishonenlover · 1 year

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Murakami Teppa - Revenger episode 02

#revenger #revenger anime #murakami teppa #anime #gifs #bishonen #:o

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babygray · 11 months

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I am in love with the composition of these two shots and the juxtaposition of calm, haloed Usui Yuen with the wild, deceptively chaotic Isarizawa Jinkuro.

Revenger, episode 6, "Adversary Advent"

#revenger #usui yuen #isarizawa jinkuro #making the slow move to the main blog....#seriously this show is really good and these shots!!!!!#that halo shot hit my happy points #and to have that followed by the chaotic foil!?! i had to stop and capture it

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mixedup-sideblog · 1 year

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OH NO….

PLEASE DON’T TELL ME I’M ABOUT TO GAIN TWO MORE ASSASSIN OBSESSIONS THIS YEAR….WHEN I ALREADY HAVE THESE TWO TO DEAL WITH 🥲:

Being real with myself it’s already happening….

Fair play, Revenger, Fair play…(I guess I have four hands now).

#buddy daddies #kazuki kurusu #kazurei #miri unasaka #rei suwa #anime #reikazu #revenger #kurima raizo #Yuen Usui

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sebfreak · 4 months

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2023 Character Wrapped

I was tagged by @blueemonday thank you so much. <3

9 characters I loved in 2023: first of all it was very difficult to reduce it on nine characters because yeah i watch around 15-20 anime per season and some donghuas. I have a lot of favourites in a year. So yeah i have to say that one character stands for one whole anime/donghua which has a lot more characters in it i really like. I was thinking about telling a few things about one characters but i think i will only write down their name here because it would be too long. but i´ll make a conclusion. So all these characters you are seeing (from left to right: Maomao, Shall Fen Shall; Draluc; Yuen Usui; Mitsumi Iwakura; Vash the Stampede; Diting; Kiyoka Kudou; Frieren) have an amazing personality and attitude. Some of them are funny and then we have Diting who is an amazing sword fighter and yeah I love his quiet attitude. He isn´t someone who talks a lot. Then we have some of them who have a burden they are carrying and yet they try to be a better person. Ah yeah I love them and I´m glad that i saw all of them in anime/donghua form.

i tag: uhm because i don´t know who did it already and who didn´t i can´t write down a specific name. but if you are someone who wanna make it, then feel free to do it. also you can draw if you would like.

#tag game #gifs #anime #donghua #kusuriya no hitorigoto #sugar apple fairy tale #kyuuketsuki sugu shinu #Revenger #skip to loafer #trigun stampede #blades of the guardians #watashi no shiawase na kekkon #sousou no frieren

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ydotome · 1 year

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Before the eyes of the holy Saint Mary, full of grace, for your sins and your misdeeds, repent. - Revenger - Episode 1

#Revenger #リベンジャー #Yuuen Usui #Usui Yuuen #revengeredit #碓氷幽烟 #my gifs #long post

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anime--food · 1 year

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Revenger - Episode 3

#revenger #anime food

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dollwrites · 4 months

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𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 — 𝐣𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐮𝐫𝐨 𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐰𝐚

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), in bloom!reader, basic in bloom au warnings like age gap, petite reader, size kink, corruption kink, sex work, oral sex ( f! receiving ), fondling, all characters featured are aged 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading < 3

𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝗰𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗺𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗼 ∣ @meloguro [ thank you so much for always being such a kind and soft light in my life :3 ]

“Ahh!” a hearty sigh of satisfaction erupts from Jinkuro’s throat, with the soft clink of his empty glass against the surface of the kotatsu following suit. his head thrown back as he thoroughly enjoys the sensation of the sake warming him deep in his belly skin to the smoldering embers of a freshly doused fire. this wasn’t his first drink of the night; in fact, his cheeks were adorned with a subtle rosy hue, but each time his cup tippy tapped on the table in front of you, you would look up with your precious, doe eyes at him, and know what he wanted. setting your steaming cup of tea aside, you promptly refill his drink, and watch his lazy, confident smirk as it pulls his lips upwards.

this time, however, he speaks before you get the chance. “My, my, it’s freezing out there!” he exclaims, with a flippant gesture to his environment, he refers to the sound of the snowy, winter wind beating against the outside of the pleasure house, begging to seep in and send a chill down your spine. resting his face on his palm, his elbow propped on the table, he simpers at you. with his head tilted ever so slightly, you are struck by the visage of his dusky, amethyst eyes, heavily lidded and deep with that same, unyielding desire he always holds for you. it causes your breath to catch at the back of your throat every, single time. “If the whole world freezes after tonight, you and I will be trapped in this room for God knows how many days.” he chuckles, reveling in the way that you seem to fluster when he taunts you. your eyes widen at the thought, attention snapping to the fierce winds outside. it wasn’t that you were afraid to be alone with Jinkuro, in fact, you preferred it, but the idea of being trapped frightened you.

“We’d run out of tea and sake, little hana,” it wasn’t that likely to be snowed in, but if he could, Jinkuro would make it so. just to be able to stay shut in the brothel with you. you hear the faint rustle of the blanket as his feet move inside the kotatsu, and a moment later the warmth of his large foot tickles your much smaller, delicate toes. “I’d have to keep you warm myself. You’re so small and fragile that you get cold so easily~” the lilting of his baritone always became more and more pronounced the drunker he got, brandishing his playful nature. the sole of his foot glides along the side of yours, allowing you to feel the sheer difference in size. both of your feet hardly equaled one of his, and if he wanted to, they could dominate yours easily. pin them down, and they might even hurt.

but Jinkuro never wanted to hurt you.

instead, his foot is gentle, sensual as it caresses yours, back and forth, slow and thorough. you can��t help the cute, sheepish sound that slips from your pout before you can nibble on the lower counterpart of your tiers, feeling warm from more than just your tea, now. there was a heated blush that tickled your face, and only grew when you heard your benefactor croon to you, “What’s wrong, little girl? Squirming in your seat like that, it’s so cute.”

your toes curl up, bashfully trying to hide from his game of footsie that had you so aroused. his own toes traced the shape of your foot, from heel to toe tip, teasing your tightly clenched digits by prodding them open, and you look up at him. your gaze has always been, and he suspects always will be, innocent, however there was no denying the sparkle of desire behind your deep in your eyes, telling him how much you wanted him. how much you needed him.

“D— do you want more sake, Lord Jinkuro?” you ask, trying to distract yourself, reaching for the bottle, but both of his large, powerful hands flee to grasp your wrists, instead. not the least bit painful or tight.

he shakes his head, thumbs running delicate circles over your pulse point. he swoons when he feels how rapid your heartbeat is. “No, I want my woman.” with a gentle tug, more of a suggestion than a demand, he guides you closer to his body. “I want to taste her sweet, soft lips. I want to feel her warm body that is all mine.” you eagerly scoot close to his side, nuzzling up under his kaimaki like a happy kitty that has found her place beside her owner, and breathe in his array of scents. tobacco, sake, musk, spices. it was such a familiar smell, one unique to him that brought you so much comfort that you often nabbed his robing once he left for the night and cocooned yourself inside it, giving you the security you needed to sleep soundly through the night. Jinkuro’s nose weeds through your tendrils, lips caressing the shell of your ear as he whispers, husky and wanton. “I want to make her cry out in pleasure, louder than the storm outside. Do you think I can?”

you could already feel his hands, moving to the knot that held your kimono on, untying it with ease and precision, as his lips travel down to pepper your sensitive neck with adoring pecks. you nod, embarrassed to admit that you could probably be louder than an earthquake and wetter than a tsunami as long as it were Jinkuro that touched you.

he chuckles, both hands enveloping your small, perky breasts once he peels away the pesky fabric and leaves you exposed to him.”We are already well on our way, it seems.” he murmurs in amusement, upon hearing your happy mewling, your back arching in response to his treatment. thumbs and forefingers seek your nipples, rubbing them between each other until they hardened under his touch, teasing them as he groped your chest. his hands were big enough, palms wide and fingers long, to cover from your ribs up to your collarbones, making it easy for him to swaddle you in a thick, firm blanket of warmth.

there’s a tightening in your lower belly, and a tingling, looking between your thighs as you clamp them tightly together, to keep any potential dampness from leaking out onto the floor and embarrassing you further, but Jinkuro notices this and allows one hand to slip down between your legs, urging you to spread them again. “Mm, is my little hanabira already needy and wet?” he teases with a wide grin, his mouth smearing against your pulse point. his teeth graze your flesh, sending you writhing and whimpering for him with a half-nod to his question. “I’ve only kissed your neck and played with your little titties for a few seconds, and you’re already dripping? Is this going to make you cum already, baby girl?”

you didn’t want it to be so, but you knew it was. your body was seemingly hardwired to cum for him, even from something as simple as kissing your neck and pinching your nipples. “Y-yes…” you answer, sheepishly, turning your head to one side. he has your body pretzeled— propped against his chest, your knees bent and spread wide. with one, massive hand on the inside of one thigh and the other still fondling your breast, he tugs at your earlobe with his teeth playfully, and you started to mew his name. “I— I’m—!”

he exhales, pleased with your trembling, excited and stuttering display when you come undone for him, but it’s only the first time. the first time tonight. the first of many, many more. the hand on your thigh tightens, fingers squeezing your silky, warm flesh. “There’s my good girl,” he purrs in delight, shifting to pull his legs up under him. you’re jostled about amidst your sea of pleasure as he gets to his knees, laying you down on the floor in front of him like a buffet table. “Cumming so easy for me, making me want to spoil you, it won’t be hard at all to make you scream tonight.”

on your back on the floor, you can feel the heat radiating off the kotatsu beside you, but the room itself was no longer cold. you were starting to sweat, every joint tingling with electric excitement when Jinkuro pins your thighs back, urging your knees to your chest. “Let me see your adorable pussy, hana. I want to watch her twitch.” you could feel it happening, your core clenching, wishing you could be milking his cock. Jinkuro leans down, so close that his breath was hot and heavy against your slick, and you squirm, reaching up to gently touch his hair. you want to grab on to it, to pull it, and your needy side wanted to try and smush his face into your cunt, eager to feel his tongue drive you crazy, but you would never have the confidence to be that dominant or demanding, so you sweetly pet at his hair and face with your trembling hands, attempting to show some bashful gratitude for the orgasm. “I know what you want, little girl.” Jinkuro chuckles, raspy, upon feeling your pleading caress, and his eyes twinkle with sordid delight as they flicker up to lock on to yours. “And don’t you worry, I’m going to tongue fuck my hanabira until you’re a squealing puddle.”

and he did just that.

starting with slow, long licks, Jinkuro flattened his tongue against your core, slotting between your weeping folds to drag his tastebuds along every inch of your sensitivity. it was a teasing, almost cruel slowness, but he grunted and groaned muffled against your skin with every swipe of his tongue, as if he were enjoying the most delicious meal he’s ever had.

“L— Lord Jinkuro!” you whimper, your small fist clenching on the side of his head, gripping his hair with more urgency. when his tongue would make it to the sweet spot, the tip would flick at your throbbing button, giving you just enough of a prod to have your thighs jump under his hands, and your breath catch in your throat. “P-please…”

“Please?” Jinkuro repeated, pulling his mouth away only for a moment to quirk a brow up at you. “Please what, baby? Let’s hear you use your words for me.”

but there was only one word that fell from your lips. a breathless, hopeful, “More…”

your benefactor smiled in satisfaction at your obedience, and his head dips, now licking and slurping with much more fervency. his tongue swirling around your clit until you’re seeing stars, both of his hands gripping the backs of your thighs to keep you pinned in place so that he may eat to his heart’s content.

it wasn’t long, however, before your hips began to jut forward, desperate for more stimulation, eager to ride to a second release, and you start to grind yourself towards his nose.

“Greedy, greedy girl.” Jinkuro chuckled in a small breath, before rubbing face flush with your cunt. he was willing to give you whatever you wanted, and what you wanted more than anything, he delivered without a care in the world. his nose bumping against your swollen button as he sucked and licked at your netherlips, before prodding your hole with his tongue, gargling happy, husky sounds the whole time.

“T-thank you! I- oh!”

your second orgasm crept up too fast, you didn’t even time to properly warn him before you were grasping at his hair with both hands, wanting something to hold on to, and trembling with excitement as you unravel on the end of his tongue.

“There’s another big one,” Jinkuro chuckles as he gives you a few, good laps with his tongue as a farewell from his mouth to your cunt, and releases your legs to allow them to drop, your feet finding the floor. he’s panting now, just as hard as you are, and when he sits up on his knees between your legs, he grasps your wrist and pulls your hand down the length of his body. “Look at me, little girl. I’m a fucking mess. Just licking your sweet pussy is enough to have me hard as stone.” your fingers loop into the loose knot holding his own clothes together, and as he moves your hand lower, the knot undoes itself and his robing falls away, joining yours like a pile of wilted flowers on the floor.

he wasn’t lying.

his cock was standing hard and proud, the curve in his thick shaft ensuring that the swollen, pink tip was pointed towards the sky. he wraps your hand around it, groaning as he feels the delightful sensation of your soft, gentle fingers trying to wrap around his base. they don’t reach all the way around— another testament to just how big this man is compared to you. “I want you to do it for me, little girl. Slide my cock into that tight, warm cunt of yours.”

your eyes widen, pouting up at him. you had never done this part before, and the last thing you wanted was your clumsy, innocent nature to ruin this wonderfully erotic evening with your favorite man. “B—but—“

Jinkuto reads the apprehension on your face, and chuckles softly, placing his hands on his hips as he grins down at you, cooing as if consoling. “Stop pouting, hana” before he murmurs, “Just scoot into it, hold me steady, and push up into it.”

it took a moment of inching closer, tentatively balancing on the balls of your feet to push your lower half up and towards him. your hand trembles a bit as you hold on to the base of his cock, less so guiding it to you and more so pushing yourself on to him like he instructed. either way, you manage to find the right position after an embarrassing amount of scooting and squirming, and upon feeling the tip worm its way inside, you both elicit a soft hissing noise.

“Good girl…” Jinkuro muttered, his hungry eyes glued on the tip of his cock when it disappears into you. “Now, let your man do the rest.” both of his hands wrap around your waist, nearly joining at your belly button, and he pulls you closer as his hips rock to feed you more of his cock. your body stretched, appreciative to the familiar intruder, eager to caress each and every throbbing vein as he fell into a steady rhythm. “Perfect girl. My hanabira…”

“Do you think you can give me one more, pretty girl?”

you’re already incredibly sensitive, but you can’t say no. not when he feels too good nested inside of you. so, you nod.

“Yes, sir…!”

Jinkuro gazed down at you as he fucked you, steady and eager to find your sweet spots in your tender depths, his mauve eyes full of love and adoration, his lips parted so he can breathe raggedly through his mouth, and his broad chest heaving, diamonds of sweat running down over each, taut muscle pad underneath his flawless skin. “I‘ll never get bored of you, baby. Never get tired of feeling your tight, little cunt take me so hungrily, milk me so eagerly. Oh, I could fuck you like this ten times a day for as long as I live, and I’d still be amazed at how good you feel.” his eyelids droop, a sign that he’s enjoying himself, and he throbs in your belly, each stroke calculated and skillful, his rhythm perfected. “How’s that, little girl? Feel good?”

you nod, your feet struggling to stay planted on the floor, your shoulders rubbing against it as he moves you back and forth. each time his tip pushes in deep, he batters an incredibly sensitive bundle of nerves, sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout your body and coaxing your climax to rear its head even faster than you thought. “F—feels good, Lord Jinkuro!!” you cry out, your voice cracking as your hands, desperate to cling to him, latch on to his forearms. you have to sink your nails into them to stay grounded. “O-oh, it feels good!!”

“I know, baby,” Jinkuro moans and nods, leaning over you, to press his forehead to yours, wanting to stare directly into your eyes as he took you so passionately. “It feels amazing, fucking you like this.” he whispered in a heavy breath, as if telling you a forbidden secret. “Loving you like this. Fuck, hana, I’m so close. Will you cum for me, little girl?”

you were already so close that you couldn’t say no. with a flustered, “Uh— Mhm!!” your back arches and you try to press your body into his, wanting to mold to his chest, melt into one, ecstatic entity, and your legs hook around his waist to ensure he was right there to hold you through this most intense climax.

“Come on, baby, that’s it, cum as I fill you up…” Jinkuro’s jaw works, gritting his teeth as he talks you through your orgasm, because he himself is having one, too. he’s putting all of the focus on you, on your pleasure, because that is the source of his own. “That’s it…!”

as soon as your walls fluttered around him just right, and your eyes crossed under the sheer weight of all of the euphoria you were experiencing, he couldn’t hold back for another moment. he erupted with a strangled moan of your name, and a familiar, seeping warmth filled the deepest section of your tummy. “J—Jinkuro!”

for several moments after you both finished, you lay there underneath him, panting. he was doing the same, his hands rubbing against your belly whilst he was still inside, feeling how full he made you, and how he still throbs against your spasming walls. his sweat drips down on to your body, and mixes with yours, but the amount of hot, heavy breath like steam in the atmosphere around the two of you is enough to deter you from being cold.

“L-Lord Jinkuro?” you ask, timidly squirming when he finally adjusts his body weight, sliding on to the floor and pulling you close to his chest, instead. you worked hard to keep his cock inside you while he did so, clinging to him as he kisses your forehead.

“What is it, hanabira?”

you weren’t sure if it was inappropriate to ask, but the memory of how full of love his eyes were only moments ago kept replaying over and over in your mind. you got butterflies every time you remembered how he stared into your eyes— admiring you as if you were the only thing in the whole world he’s ever wanted. so, you blurt out. “I- I love you!” and hide your face in his sweaty chest immediately after, half expecting a scolding for even daring to say such a thing.

but, he doesn’t scold you.

he doesn’t even tease you.

he lets out a tender sigh and kisses the crown of your head, mumbling into your hair. “I love you too, hana.”

you didn’t know it until now, but hearing those words was all you’ve ever wanted.

#jinkuro #jinkuro isarizawa smut #jinkuro x reader #jinkuro isarizawa x you #jinkuro isarizawa x reader #jinkuro x you #jinkuro isarizawa #revenger #revenger anime #revenger x reader #revenger x you #revenger smut

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angelltheninth · 5 months

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Accidentally Calling Teppa Murakami a Daddy

Pairing: Teppa Murakami x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, daddy kink, light spanking, teasing, size kink, soft dom!Teppa

A/N: Inspired by a discord convo. There is no excuse for this.

Teppa was big in every sense of the word. Big man, big heart, big muscles and big cock. All the things that made your pussy drool for him when ever you stood next to him, mission or not. Teppa noticed of course, being as observant as he was of those around him. So every night he had to relieve you of that, he was a doctor after all, making you feel good was part of his duty.

"Here we are again. When will this pussy of yours stop getting wet just from the sight of me eh? You've been coming... here a lot lately. My cock doesn't seem to be curing your problem. In fact it looks like it's making it worse. What do you think?" He looked at you from he top his glasses, his huge body pushing into yours while you desperately clung onto him like a koala bear. "This doesn't work unless you tell me how you feel."

"I feel so good Daddy." You didn't even realize it, you didn't care what you said because you've said it many times when you were alone. Your pussy was currently the one doing the thinking for you, so the only way your mind cleared up was when Teppa sopped fucking you and rose up on his hand.

"I'm Daddy am I? Heh." His lopsided smirk made both your cunt and your heart flutter. "Hey, it's okay cutie. I'll be your Daddy if it makes you feel good." Teppa's hands cupped your ass cheeks, lifted them up and then let them go. Every time he caught them it felt like he was spanking you, while also making your pussy roll onto his cock as he thrust forward with his hips. "I'm gonna take such good care of you baby." He grunted as he moved faster and faster until your tired legs clenched around his hips, your ankles crossed over the other and your mouth against his ear.

He was all too happy to let you drain him of his cum, softly rocking his body against yours as your orgasms started to fade into a pleasant soreness.

#revenger #revenger x reader #revenger x you #teppa murakami #teppa murakami x reader #teppa murakami x you #revenger smut #teppa x reader #teppa x you #teppa smut #smut drabble #x female reader

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animebw · 1 year

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Short Reflection: Winter 2023 Anime

Is it just me, or did this season of anime kind of blow? Yes, anything would be a step down after the absurdly stacked Fall 2022 roster- and in fact, two of my favorites this season were continuations of shows I already liked from fall (Blue Lock and MHA)- but man, there was just a stench of failure around so much of Winter 2023′s offerings. Not just in how many of them turned out to be disappointments, but in how many of them didn’t even get to finish in time! Barely a week went by without another show suffering long delays, production after production crumbling under the weight of mismanagement and corporate apathy that doesn’t care how many animators are worked to death for an inferior product as long as they can make some extra cash from rushing it out early. I mercifully managed to avoid all the victims of these delays (well, almost; RIP Kubo-san Won’t Let Me Be Invisible), but even existing in the same space as them felt like it took a toll on everything else. This was a rough one, folks. But there were still some gems worth highlighting, so after spilling my thoughts on Onimai, Trigun Stampede and MHA Season 6, here are my thoughts on the rest of the anime I managed to finish this season!

(Also no Vinland Saga review yet cause I’m waiting for the season to be over, but spoilers, it’s still really fucking good. You’re shocked, I can tell.)

Tokyo Revengers Season 2: 1.5/10

You know what? I give up. I gave Tokyo Revengers every opportunity to finally pull itself together and turn into a good show. But not only did it drop the ball so hard the shockwave registered on the Richter scale, it felt like it was actively going out of its way to suck as hard as it could. Every single plot thread in season 2 is bungled so horrendously, from Takemichi’s increasingly unforgivable stupidity to the insulting cul-de-sac fights that change nothing about the status quo to the truly infuriating mishandling of every female character (Hey, I know, let’s give Yuzuha a panty shot while she’s being beaten by her abusive brother! Great idea!), that there is no possible way this show can ever recover. Even if the next season is somehow a masterpiece that fixes all the series’ issues- which it won’t be, let’s be honest- it won’t change the fact that Tokyo Revengers has established a new low for lazy, intelligence-insulting storytelling in shonen. The only reason it managed to get so popular is that it keeps making you think it’s about to do something really cool and meaningful with its high concept. But at this point, it’s all but proven that it never will. Fuck this show, fuck the manga it’s based on, and fuck everyone who accepts this barely-animated hackjob slop as anything close to acceptable entertainment.

The Fire Hunter: 2/10

Between this and Mars Red, I’m really starting to hate studio Signal MD. They’ve got a habit of turning fascinating highbrow fantasy premises into some of the dullest, sloppiest, most poorly produced pieces of pretentious dogshit that think they’re high art imaginable. And this one’s directed by Mamoru Oshii! He’s supposed to be a veteran director who knows his shit! How did he turn out such a colossal flop? Almost nothing in The Fire Hunter works on an audiovisual level; the animation is embarrassing, the direction is incomprehensible, the editing is somehow even worse (I have never seen such poorly timed painterly insert stills), and the whole thing is smothered under a droning soundtrack that drowns every scene in the same overbearing, tuneless sonic dead air. Even the best script in the world couldn’t survive this cataclysmically bad production, and suffice to say, this is very far from the best script in the world. It’s equal parts mind-numbing exposition, dull narration, and pointlessly mean characters with no interesting internal struggles or worldbuilding to justify the air of arrogance about the whole affair. The Fire Hunter desperately wants to convince you it’s art, but it’s just crap. Skip it.

To Your Eternity Season 2 (2nd Half): 3/10

I’ll give it this: the second half of To Your Eternity’s second season is unquestionably better than its first. Not a very high bar to clear, I realize, but after the utter slog that was Bon’s introductory arc, it’s good to have actually interesting things happen for a change. Unfortunately, for all the fresh air the siege of Renril brings to the proceedings- new characters, new kinds of stakes, a bonkers re-imagining of what Fushi’s powers are even capable of- it’s nowhere near enough to save this show from running itself into the ground. Whatever magic To Your Eternity once had is well and truly gone, buried under a flood of terrible production compromises and questionable story choices that have lead it down a path it can never recover from. No matter how much future arcs might try to turn things around, they’ll never escape the lesson this show has somehow forgotten it used to preach: when something dies, it can never truly return. To Your Eternity is dead. It’s over. Let it rest in piece while it still has some faint shred of dignity left.

Giant Beasts of Ars: 3/10

Did someone open a time portal to 2006? Giant Beasts of Ars feels exactly like the kind of original fantasy anime that studios were pumping out two decades ago- and unfortunately, that’s not a compliment. It gets off to a good start with a strong introductory episode that sets the tone well for a fun magitech adventure with some giant monster fighting, but the second that adventure gets under way, pretty much everything goes to shit. The characters are bland. The world itself is dull and uninspired. The action is lifeless thanks to a weak production that can’t give these fights the oomph they need. And the plot escalates from understandable low-key stakes to some of the most asinine “suddenly we’re fighting god now” swerves I’ve ever seen. Seriously, the way this story loses all sense of scale in its final episodes as it barrels head first toward a climax left me stunned in disbelief. Never mind the fact it ends on an asspull cliffhanger that’s almost certain to never get resolved because nobody’s going to want a second season of something this limp and underbaked. What a waste of time.

Kaina of the Great Snow Sea: 3.5/10

I was really excited at all the fantasy anime coming out this season. After being swamped in the isekai sewers for so long, it was such a relief to see the industry remember they could tell stories about actual fantastical worlds and not just, you know, reskinned Dragon Quest knockoffs. So imagine my how immeasurable my disappointment was when one by one, all these promising series let me down. Kaina’s Naussicaa-inspired world of snow seas, giant spire trees and steampunk skiffs navigating an allegorical prayer for co-existence with nature and rejection of militarism should have been an easy slam dunk, a new Miyazaki for a modern landscape. Unfortunately, as beautifully realized as the world is- Polygon Pictures is no studio Orange, but their impressive background art and environmental storytelling continue to make a strong case for CG anime- the writers forgot to populate that world with anyone worth getting invested in. The characters are the stockiest of stock archetypes, photocopies of photocopies of tropes that have already been worn to the bone by decades of misuse and overuse alike. If you’ve seen even one generic fantasy anime, chances are you’re already sick of these characters, and there’s nothing fresh or particularly meaningful here to make up for the lack of originality. Don’t get me started on how poorly the princess is treated, yegh. Is it too late to unplug the concept of fantasy anime for a few years and hope it recovers some steam before we plug it back in?

High Card: 3.5/10

There is no excuse for High Card being as lame as it ended up. A Kingsmen-style goofy gentleman spy action comedy written by the author of Kakegurui in which secret agents in dapper suits fight with the power of magic transforming playing cards? And the entire world is themed around cards and card games (the country is Fourland, the spy organization is Pinochle with its office on Old Maid street)? This should have been a camp masterpiece every bit as delightfully unhinged as Kakegurui. This should have been the most gloriously Anime Bullshit (affectionate) experience of the year. But instead, it was mostly just Anime Bullshit (derogatory). It takes so little advantage of its concept, wasting episode upon episode on trite plotlines and cliche developments, jumping between so many tones and focuses without ever settling on a single one. I came here to see Twink Bruce Wayne summon bazookas out of thin air with the power of Instant Interdimensional Marketplace, not slog through the umpteenth iteration of “the stoic katana girl needs to open up to her male colleagues” or “tragic little sister with an incurable illness.” The bouncy ED, which sees the main cast all singing together in the car, was the one consistent bright spot, and even that started feeling more and more like an insult as time went on. If only the rest of the show were as loose and freewheeling as those painfully short 90 seconds per episode promised.

Don’t Toy With Me, Nagatoro-San Season 2: 3.5/10

Look, I’m no prude. I’m not above trash. Nagatoro’s first season was far from a masterpiece, but it had enough actual charm and character depth that I didn’t mind coming along for the ride. But the thing about trash is that just like every other show, you still have to do it well. Nagatoro wasn’t ever entertaining because it was a shallow wish-fulfillment rom-com for masochists, it was entertaining because it found something recognizably human in spite of being a shallow wish-fulfillment rom-com for masochists. And sadly, whatever spark made that first season work didn’t survive the transfer to OLM studios. There are fun moments here and there, but the overall package is just too half-hearted to care anymore. Not even the introduction of Nagatoro’s sister keeps the proceedings from feeling increasingly mindless. What’s the point of this show, really? What does it offer that I can’t get better elsewhere? Because if the only appeal is the teasing gimmick, well, Teasing Master Takagi-san is right there, people. You could be watching an actual good show about a girl mercilessly teasing her crush instead of this flavorless assembly-line mushburger of an anime. Just saying.

The Tale of Outcasts: 4.5/10

There’s something strangely endearing about The Tale of Outcasts, despite its many flaws. Does it read like every thirteen-year-old girl’s embarrassing stash of unpublished Ancient Magus Bride fanfiction? Yes, unquestionably. But you know what? There are far worse things to be. Maybe it’s the isekai exhaustion getting to me, but there’s something so refreshing about a cringey wish-fulfillment fantasy adventure populated by stock archetypes and hacky plotting that’s actually, like, wholesome? That feels like it was made out of genuine amateurish love for Victorian splendor mixed with demon furries instead of incel resentment that the world isn’t catering to their every whim? Yeah, it’s still cringe, but it’s charmingly cringe, not revoltingly cringe. I still can’t really recommend it unless you’ve got a real soft spot for deep-voiced daddy beast people who can be your angle or your dveil, but out of all the bad shows I kept up with this season, this was the one where I never minded clicking on that next episode button, and that’s gotta count for something.

Urusei Yatsura (2nd Half): 5.5/10

I think it takes a change in mindset to really appreciate Urusei Yatsura. True to its 70s roots, this is not an anime to watch for a constant sense of forward progression. This is a show to be enjoyed as a reliable weekly comfort, 25 minutes of mayhem every 7 days with a familiar cast of characters bouncing off each other endlessly. If you come in looking for a tightly woven narrative that’s always driving toward a forseeable endpoint like most modern anime confined to single cours runs, you’re likely to be disappointed. But if you let yourself just enjoy the chaos and don’t worry about what might come next, I think you’ll find a lot to like here. If nothing else, I appreciate Studio David sticking to that old-fashioned spirit. But I have to admit, I might’ve preferred a more streamlined adaptation that doesn’t waste a second of runtime. What can I say, I’m used to modern anime pacing. Or maybe I’m just annoyed by yet another instance of a tomboy character who wants to be more feminine. Which, you know, not Ryunosuke’s fault that particular trope has gotten so beaten to death these days, but still. Sometimes making changes for modern times isn’t such a bad thing, you know?

Revenger: 6/10

So y’all hear about this Gen Urobuchi guy? Apparently he was pretty famous back in the day or something, IDK. He’s been plugging away at his goofy Taiwanese puppets show for the past few years and slapped his name on the story concepts of a few high profile projects for extra buzz, but now at last, he’s returned to grace us with a full story and script from his own hands! ...and apparently from 17 years in the past as well, because from what I’ve heard, Urobuchi originally wrote Revenger back in 2006, well before the one-two-three punch of Madoka Magica, Fate/Zero and Psycho-Pass that would make him a household name. And boy does it definitely feel like a trial run of those shows. Not that it’s bad by any means; it’s slickly produced, the cast has good chemistry, and the Booch is clearly having fun coming up with creative ways for evil bastards to be mercilessly slaughtered. But that’s really all it is, with little of the staggering depth and emotional complexity that would later earn him a place among the greats. It’s a first draft of basically all the thematic ideas he’d later perfect: the corruption of systems of power, the failure of blind heroism, the necessity of finding hope even in the darkest corners of the earth. I still recommend it for any fans of creative edgy violence, but don’t come in expecting another Madoka. It’s a bite-sized snack of an Urobuchi show, not the main course. And I’m totally fine with that; it’s entertaining enough on its own modest merits to be worth a look.

Play It Cool, Guys (2nd Half): 6/10

Yeah, I knew this one was gonna grow on me. There’s nothing like a really good low-key deadpan comedy to put me in a good mood at the end of a long day. Really, I think Cool Doji Danshi’s secret weapon is how much it appreciates the mundane awkwardness of everyday life. I have been in many situations much like its titular characters, little moments of confusion where the pieces don’t quite line up how they’re supposed to and before I know it I’m putting my umbrella in the fridge because I momentarily mixed it up with the groceries. And also like its title characters, I’ve learned just how damn important these moments are to my life. None of us are perfect meat machines 100% of the time; in many ways, our clumsiness is what makes us human far more than our accomplishments. And there’s something so wonderfully comforting about watching these boys (and men) come to appreciate their own imperfections much as I’ve done of myself. We need more shows that celebrate that simple silliness as well as this one does. So if you’ve been looking for something to lift your spirits in this increasingly grim world, I cannot recommend this show enough.

Sugar Apple Fairy Tale: 6.5/10

Do my eyes deceive me? A non-isekai, shoujo oriented fantasy that’s all about slavery being a bad thing? Stop the presses, we’re defying all the norms over here! Between this and the new season of Vinland Saga, it feels like we’re finally starting to push back on the noxious floodgates that Shield Hero pried open, and I could not be more thankful for that. Now, is Sugar Apple Fairy Tale a perfect depiction of the dynamics of slavery? Fuck no, it’s a young adult wish-fulfillment romance about a hot sulky fairy boy falling for the woman that was once his owner, this thing’s as problematic as an Antebellum-era Uncle Tom’s Cabin ripoff. But at least it’s actually trying to say something about the effects of dehumanization on a societal scale and how it manifests, and I’d argue it succeeds more often than it trips over itself. Plus, how fucking great is it to have an actual shoujo romance again? Set in a charming fantasy world with some actual originality? Sugar Apple Fairy Tale’s not perfect, but its charms are evident of a trend I hope to see countless other shows follow. The more fantasy anime looks like this instead of The World’s Strongest Necromancer is Reincarnated With a Cheat Skill In Another World Harem (I just made that title up, but admit it, you weren’t sure at first), the better off we’ll all be.

Ippon Again: 6.5/10

We seriously need more good female-centric sports anime. The guys have been dominating the field with their shounens and seinens while the girls are forced to subside on moeblob table scraps more concerned with being cute than actually telling a compelling sports narrative, or else being handed the absolute bottom of the production barrel (cries in Farewell My Dear Cramer). Ippon Again isn’t gonna right the ship all on its own, but it’s a damn good first step. The characters feel like believable teenagers, their judo matches are given genuine weight and strong animation, and while it suffers from some tired sports anime cliches, it always executes them with heart firmly on its sleeve. At its best, it captures the same freewheeling adolescent spirit that defines the likes of A Place Further Than the Universe, and I don’t say that lightly. It’s no masterpiece, but it’s a damn good time with no caveats, and hopefully it’ll only be the first of many great lady-centric sports anime to come.

Tsurune Season 2: 7/10

If you’ve somehow forgotten about the first season of KyoAni’s pretty boys doing archery show Tsurune from back in 2018, well, I don’t blame you. As a testing ground for the studio’s rookie talent to take their first crack at putting their own show together, it was by far the studio’s most workmanlike production, an all-around solid experience but lacking the insane polish and panache that defines the KyoAni brand. But my god, what a difference five years makes. Tsurune’s second season isn’t just a massive upgrade on the production front, it’s a complete overhaul on the show’s entire look and feel. It’s sweeping and elegant, it’s vibrant and explosive, it’s as expertly poised and shimmering as a bowstring drawn at dawn right before it releases a brilliant arrow. This show has gone from KyoAni’s simplest looking show to one of its most richly cinematic, complete with earthier color tones and revamped score from Fruits Basket composer Masaru Yokoyama. Yes, it’s ultimately still just a show about pretty boys learning to shoot bows well as they overcome their issues together. But with such a massive step up in its look and feel, it’s officially become just as much appointment viewing as any KyoAni masterpiece.

Blue Lock (2nd Half): 7.5/10

Now that’s more fucking like it. Last season I bemoaned the lack of edgy death game nonsense I was promised in this edgy death game sports anime, but once we reached the second selection, Blue Lock kicked into high gear and made good on its premise at last. Betrayals! Allies turned enemies! Enemies turned allies! Overcharged homoerotic rivalries and break-ups alike! Overdramatic shonen boys trying to crush each other underfoot to grow stronger! Self-actualization through rejecting the power of friendship and embracing the power of “Fuck this guy!” This is everything I wanted when I first learned about Blue Lock’s premise, twisting the classic shonen sports formula into an equally blood-pumping tale of clashing egos and selfishness as everyone fights to become the best player by embracing their worst selves. It might have taken a hot second to get there, but now that it’s arrived, this show has become some of the most deliriously entertaining chaos you’re likely to find in the genre. Well done, you mad genius.

Buddy Daddies: 8/10

Man, whoever’s making the decisions on what shows PA Works produces is really on a roll lately, huh? It takes a real genius to look at premises like Ya Boi Kongming and Akiba Maid War and see an opportunity to create something truly special. But even that pales in comparison to the brilliance behind Buddy Daddies, a.k.a. “Hey, so this Spy x Family show is about to take over the world, right? What if we made our own version of that, but mix in the homoerotic buddy-cop energy of Tiger and Buddy to make it stand out?” That’s the kind of galaxy-brain thinking that’s rapidly making this studio a personal favorite of mind. And it’s that kind of confidence and pure solid storytelling chops that make Buddy Daddies just as entertaining and endearing as its most obvious inspiration. It’s not exactly the same- it’s set in modern day, it’s more focused on the child-raising than the assassin stuff- but it’s every bit as good at nailing that specific sweet spot of deliciously entertaining spy action, wholesome family hijinks, and the bittersweet space in between trying to reconcile those two worlds. Heck, Miri’s a way more realistic four-year-old than Anya ever was; you can tell the writers really did their research on what it’s like to care for a child that young. The year’s still young, but I think this show is already a strong contender for the feel-good masterpiece of 2023. Just don’t go in expecting the hot guys to kiss, because you will leave disappointed if you do.

The Magical Revolution of the Reincarnated Princess and the Genius Young Lady: 8.5/10

We’ve done it, folks. We’ve finally cracked the code on how to make modern isekai great. Step One: Center it on a female protagonist with an actual personality instead of an empty self-insert male-patterned cooler full of stale oatmeal. Step Two: Make your story all about subverting the exhausting masturbatory self-centeredness of vanilla isekai in favor of a symbolic or literal revolution to give power back to all lovers of fantasy instead of pandering to maladjusted thirty-year-old manchildren. Step Three: As part of that progressive reinvention, make it GAY. AS. FUCK. The Executioner and her Way of Life was a strong step in the right direction, but as good as that show was, there was clearly still room to push things even further. But now, at last, that potential has been fully realized by the stunning tale of a reincarnated princess and a genius young lady coming together to revolutionize the world. Folks, MagiRevo fucking rules. The main leads are wonderful separately and even more wonderful together, the production is strong enough to carry the story’s soaring ambition, and it’s a genuinely powerful exploration of the harms caused by archaic systems of patriarchal power, and how difficult it is- but also how necessary- to change what’s been leading a society down the wrong path for so long. And while it drags a little in the midsection, it all culminates in a spectacular final act and a final episode that had me sobbing in my seat for 25 straight minutes. This isn’t just the best isekai since Re:Zero, this is a triumph of queer fantasy carving its own revolution through a genre that’s desperately needed it for far too long. So come join me and raise your banner with Anis and Euphie, because their journey deserves all the attention we can give. I promise, you won’t regret it.

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