This is my secondary blog of my main @dontbeunraisonable. This will be where I post any and all NSFW content.
As such, this is strictly 18+. Minors, do not interact. I'm not sure the proper protocol for keeping children away from any mature content, but I will do my best to keep this a responsible place.
I'm still trying to figure out posting smut, so the content warnings will likely be updated/altered as I figure out what is important to note. Please comment or send me a messages if something is missing.
Note: Reader is a stand-in for Taomei, Gaoshun’s wife and mother of his three children. Implied that reader has had previous pregnancies, resulting in Maamei, Baryou, and Basen. Implied that reader may be able to get pregnant again. Implied previous consent towards somnophilia.
Content Warnings: AFAB woman reader (referred to as 'wife); consensual non-consent; somnophilia with implied previous consent; implications that reader may be able to get pregnant again; p in v sex; unprotected p in v sex; breeding kink; cumming inside w/ intent of pregnancy; some fuckin' pervert *points at my reflection in the mirror* wrote this freaky shit and forced me to post it
Dedicated to @asahisbunny for inspiring me to write for Gaoshun <3 love your works <3
It was late. Very late. More accurately, it was very early in the morning. But he had spent the past few weeks dutifully attending to the Emperor, to Master Jinshi, even the apothecary somewhat. Surely his wife was feeling neglected. Or maybe he wanted to be tended to, for once. This was selfish, but you wouldn’t mind.
He slipped in the front door of your shared home, finding it as well-managed as ever. With great care, he made it to the bedroom he shared with you without disturbing any of the rooms with your adult children or young grandchildren.
Gaoshun found you fast asleep, clutching a spare pillow to your chest. It was typical for your youngest grandchild to crawl into bed with you at night, but he was absent this night. Fortunate. He double checked the sheets and found them empty besides you.
A rare stirring in his sex. He was not an old man by most considerations. Not even 40 yet. But with the stress that was the Imperial Family of Li and the medicine he took to ensure his role as ‘eunuch’ was never questioned, it… it had been a while. Since he played the role of husband, had the time for it, or even the physical interest in doing so.
He sat next to you on the bed, brushing your face with the back of his fingers.
“My love,” he whispered, undoing the ties of your sleep clothes and opening them to his eyes. “My love?”
No response yet. You must have fallen asleep a while ago. Like he should have. Instead, he shed his own clothing and the cool night air almost stung against the heat of his erection.
He gripped the shaft and began swiping the head amongst your folds. Huffs of breath at the rare stimulation. Soon, your legs were closed, thighs wrapped around his length and sex gently grazing his cock. His arousal provided lubricant enough, and it began to trickle down towards the bed sheets. He swiped his fingers and brought the pre up to your clitoris, gently rubbing it.
After a few minutes, you seemed to be reacting to his ministrations and your breathing grew heavier. Like a teenager in a tryst behind his parent’s back, Gaoshun pooled saliva into the palm of his hand and coated his cock in it. The head of his cock prodded your slit and opening, and began to work its way inside.
He lowered himself onto his elbows, chest hovering over yours. “My love,” he repeated, his voice much changed from earlier. “I miss you. I hope you don’t mind me doing this.” The low, rumble of his voice brought more stirs from you, or perhaps it was the head of his cock sliding fully inside your cunt.
Your eyes fluttered open when his hips connected with yours, fully sheathed. A clench of your sex around him and a gasp of surprise. You grasped his arms and whimpered his name.
“Hello, my love,” he cooed, kissing your lips.
Little puffs of breath from your nose and mouth fanned his face, little whines and gasps at the movements of hips.
“Sorry to wake you,” he purred. “But I missed you so much.” His tongue ran up the blood vessels in your neck, your pulse quickening beneath it. “And I just can’t help myself around you.”
Your hand gripped his chin and pulled his mouth to yours. Tongues laved against each other, and his mouth muffled your whimpers. After a sharp thrust teased your favorite spot, your teeth accidentally caught his lower lip. You didn’t bite deep enough to draw blood, but his pace stuttered.
“‘m sorry, Ga-”
He cut you off with a whine of his own. The veins and muscles in his arms twitched and his eyes squeezed shut. With a quick pant he pulled out and shuddered, leaning back. “Shit-”
“Are you ok-”
“Shh, I’m trying not to cum.”
You clenched around nothing and looked up at him. After a few moments of him panting and clenching the base of his cock in his fist, he grabbed the underside of your thighs and tugged you a half-foot down the bed towards him. A few pumps of his cock and he humped back into you to the hilt.
He folded your legs to push you into a mating press and settled back down on his elbows, above your shoulders, thereby pinning you in place. Your nails dug into the skin of his back and tears of pleasure trickled down the side of your face.
“My love,” he grunted into your panting mouth. “Let’s have another.”
Your voice shook with each pump of his hips, blearily asking him what he wanted another of.
“Another baby. Another girl like you and Maamei. Or another boy like Baryou and Basen. I love them so much. Let’s try for another.”
The logic of this statement was shaky at best, which meant your husband was truly pussy-drunk on you. Your children were full grown. You had grandchildren who were walking and talking. He was taking medicine that was chemically… neutering him to a degree. And not to mention your age.
You brushed a strand of loose hair behind his ear and kissed him deeply. With a sultry whisper, you looked up at him with your best fluttering eyelashes.
“Then put one in me, husband.”
With a groan, his pace practically doubled and one of his hands slid to where you connected and rubbed frantic, harsh circles over your clit, which left you fighting for breath and shaking. Your orgasm fell upon you harshly and you dug your teeth into where his neck met his shoulders, drool trickling down as you tried your best not to wake everyone else in the house.
“I love you so much,” he panted directly in your ear. “I love you so, so, so much.”
One, two, three more thrusts and he shuddered. His hips stilled all the way inside you and you felt a rush of warm cum in your cunt.
Lips and tongues met again, and murmured praise, sweet nothings, and professions of adoration passed between you. He settled next to you, not leaving your cunt yet, and pulled the bedsheets back up to cover you.
“Let’s sleep in tomorrow, my love.”
“Good,” you chirped, wrapping your arms around him. “I wasn’t going to let you leave anyway.” A chuckle. There was his wife.
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Content Warnings: reader has AFAB genitals and is menstruating; upper body and gender identity purposefully ambiguous; playing with blood... literally...; reader receiving oral sex whilst menstruating; asmodeus is imbibing reader's menstrual blood; this is niche...; p in v sex; unprotected p in v sex; reader is receiving partner in penetration
Note: not proofread or edited yet. i will come back and tidy this up later. it is also *checks notes* 19 days late. idgaf.
You had mentioned it only in passing, declining his offer to join him in the bath not out of disinterest but out of courtesy. Asmo insisted you join him in the shower instead, which you accepted happily.
He did all the same bells-and-whistles, all the shampoo, conditioners, masks, soaps, scrubs. Gentle, teasing hands lathered your sex. Suds and water turned pink, rushing down the drain. He lathered and massaged until the water ran clear. You were breathing as slowly and deeply as you could, lightly aroused and, in the moment, pleased that Asmo wasn’t hesitant of your menses. You were unprepared for the monster you had awoken.
Asmo looked like a vampire right now. A sticky tongue lapped your nectar from his chin as he leaned back and looked down at your sprawled body. Your menstrual blood was printed upon his mouth, dribbling down his neck to his Adam’s apple.
And only a moment ago, with the obscene squelching, his growls and moans, and your sighs and whispers, it certainly sounded like a vampire feeding, too.
A beautiful, manicured finger slipped inside your cunt and swirled around before pulling back out as quickly as it entered. Your legs twitched at the brief stimulus and your eyes met Asmo’s. A jolt of that primal fear you knew you had no reason for. In his eyes, you saw the satisfaction of being served something you had forgotten you liked.
Your lover painted the symbol of his pact between your nethers and your navel in the warm mixture of blood and arousal.
“Mine,” he cooed, then cleaned his finger with his mouth.
Your hole clenched around nothing. “Yours.”
With perfect aim, Asmo spat a bloody glob of saliva onto the tip of his cock. “I won’t even need lube,” he chirped. “You’re plenty wet for me.” You were halfway through saying something profound, like ‘mhm’, when he was all the way in.
Amsodeus was always very vocal (to his brother’s chagrin), but his moans and wails had become growls and snarls that gave you goosebumps. Clots, blood, arousal, and pre- dribbled down onto the waiting towel. His cock was stained red. Your cunt was even warmer than usual. Even more blood pumped out of your sex as you came around him. With a long, deep moan, Asmo pulled out and pumped his cock, painting the bloody pact symbol on your belly with his cum.
“All fuckin’ mine.”
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Content Warnings: satan is drunk and reader is sober; established relationship between satan and reader; reader's gender identity, pronouns, body, and genitals are purposefully not specified; reader is the receiving/penetrated partner; unprotected intercourse w/ cumming inside; dominant reader and submissive satan
You squinted at the message on your screen. A string of baffling words, random letters, and unrelated emojis from Satan. After a moment of trying to read what he had sent, you had an epiphany and sent an emoji of a cat followed by a question mark. Perhaps he was out with Solomon at a cat cafe, and a cutie pie was making biscuits on his D.D.D. keyboard. Although it was pretty late in the evening for a cafe to be open…
He (or perhaps the cat) responded with more random letters. As you’re midway through texting him that he better send you a picture of the cutie texting you, he calls you.
You laugh to yourself and answer, expecting to hear a little lawnmower engine purring into the speaker, but instead you hear your boyfriend giggling.
“Why’dja send me a cat?” he slurred.
A beat of silence as you recover. He was drunk? That wasn’t typical of him. “Oh, well, you were texting a little funny, so I thought you had your hands full or a cat was swiping at your keyboard.” Another giggle. “How are you feeling, my dear? You sound like you’re enjoying yourself.”
“I miss you. Come to my room.”
“Alright, I’m on my way.”
You made the trek upstairs in your pajamas with a large glass of water.
Satan drank from time to time, but never more than a glass or two with dinner. Once, you had gone with him to a club where Asmo and some of his friends had gotten bottle service, and he had certainly drank more than his usual glass of ‘that which pairs well with dinner’. But he was only tipsy, not drunk. One of Asmo’s friends was holding onto the VIP room rug for dear life, eyeballs swimming in their skull, while your boyfriend was swaying to the music with his normal coordination and behaving as usual except for praising you more frequently.
You knocked on the door and the sound of a book pile toppling made you jump back. The door was wrenched open, revealing your scowling boyfriend. When his eyes focused on you, he beamed brighter than the sun and tugged you into his arms and into his room.
“My love!” he cooed into your ear, his hands roaming up and down your back.
Kisses peppered your neck, throat, cheeks, nose, and mouth. His breath and saliva was sweet with the scent of Demonus. The pair of you stumbled to his bed. His jacket, sweater, belt, and shoes were already discarded on the floor (another thing unusual for him) and his pants were unbuttoned.
“I missed you,” he murmured into your mouth, pressing his lips and tongue against yours in between huffs of breath. “And I need you.”
You pull back for air and laugh softly. “Need me for what, lover?”
He grabbed your hand and pressed it to the firm bulge in his pants. A gasp and your eyes shot down. The obvious print of his erection twitched beneath your warm hand, and Satan whimpered as you gripped the sides of it.
Your teeth caught your lower lip and the roles were switched. A devilish look of triumph was on your face, while he looked vulnerable, meek, and pleading. The demon was wholly at the mercy of your mortal whims.
“Need me for what, lover?” you repeated, squeezing his clothed cock infinitesimally tighter. “You’ll need to use your words. Tell me what happened and what you need me for.”
A whimper and Satan surged forward to combine your lips again. You let him, releasing your hand from the bulge and unzipping the fly of his pants. When your fingers grazed against the skin of his length, his hips bucked and he all but moaned into your mouth.
With shaky breaths, your boyfriend relayed his thoughts, interrupting himself with whines and moans as your hands and fingers worked his cock.
“I got a few bottles of the- um,” he gestured to the empty assembly of Black Rose Demonus bottles, “Demonus and drank them all. Had some dark chocolate, too.” A jerk and shiver as you spat on the throbbing head of his dick. “The tart and sweet and bitter was a nice combo. I was, um, reading all day. And I started re-reading one of the romance series I liked. But I was so tipsy by then… I was thinking about you and I when reading about the couple. And that chapter when they make love for the first time,” he wrapped his hands around yours and moved them quicker up and down his cock. “I just wanted to recreate it with you. I started reading all the other books and chapters with sex scenes. And I just got harder and harder. Can we please… May we please have sex? I just really want to be inside you. I need to cum with you.”
His head settled on your shoulder and he melted into a puddle of ‘please’ and ‘pretty please’ as you spread your saliva around his length.
“Show me the scenes you want to recreate, my love,” you whispered, lips brushing against the shell of his ear.
With the amount of pre dripping from Satan’s cock, you were sure he had cum the moment the tip was inside of you. You settled your hands against where his fingernails were digging half-moons into your hips, ready to assure him you found his eagerness sexy and you wanted to kiss him. Instead, he gripped your hips tighter and tugged you from your face-down, ass-up position to be on all fours. His lean chest and abdomen fit perfectly against the curve of your back, and his chin was on your shoulder.
Saccharine breath warmed your ear as he moaned sweet nothings to you as he bottomed out. “I fit against you perfectly. And I fit inside you perfectly. We’re perfect for each other.”
You unconsciously clenched around him and he wailed. Without moving from where he lay atop you, Satan pulled out and humped back in, dripping balls tapped against you lightly. Tears and drool tickled your neck as it dripped from his face onto you and onto the bed sheets beneath you.
Compared to his usual composed self, who recited beautiful passages professing love and lust to you whilst entwined, whose every move was perfectly choreographed, this Satan was a new demon entirely.
His vocal expressions of affection were whimpers, groans, moans, and base phrases: “Wanna live inside you. Squeezing me so good. Dripping. Dunno if I wanna cum in or on you.” His thrusts would stutter, vary in depth and speed. He’d shift around, changing his grasp on you. A perverse puddle gathered beneath where your sexes met. He had only rucked down his pants and yanked aside your clothes enough for his cock to push inside. His record player was silent, and the noise bouncing the book-filled room was the sound of flesh colliding with flesh and droplets of arousal and lubricant mixed splattering on clothes and linens.
One of his arms wrapped around your chest. “Please cum around me, my love,” he breathed. “I won’t let myself cum until you do. Please don’t punish me for too long.”
You huffed a laugh. “Lay me on my back. I wanna cum looking at your face.”
With surprising coordination, Satan pulled out and obliged, spinning and tugging your hips up to meet his again. You bounced against the mattress, and he was inside you to the hilt before you could hit the mattress a second time. A wail escaped your mouth and your hands scrambled for purchase of his arms.
“Kiss me, kiss me,” you demanded, pulling him close. His mouth was on yours, tongue lapping up the drool from your lips and teeth clicking against yours.
“Cum f’me.”
“Are you telling me what to do?” you said with a cruel grin, holding his jaw from yours and looking into his teary eyes.
“No, no, no.” His thrusts grew faster, and it was honestly impressive how you didn’t cave at how perfect he felt inside you. “No, I’m sorry. I mean, please cum f’me. Can you please cum for me. Please. I’m asking so nicely. Please, please.”
Your eyelids fluttered shut and you brought his mouth back to yours, swirling your tongue around him. The taste of Demonus had faded slightly, but the taste of him was intoxicating in its own way.
The heat in your belly changed, and you knew your climax was fast approaching. “Okay, my love,” you cooed. “Faster, and I’ll cum. Can you try to cum at the same time as me?”
A low groan, and you felt his grip on your hips strengthen. His thrusts changed to a perfect, punishing rhythm. Deep, and hard enough that it was hard for your lungs to hold onto any air. Your own tears and drool ran down the sides of your face, and you saw a flash of victory on your lover’s face. You let him have it.
Your entire body shuddered and you clenched like a vice around his cock. He could barely thrust in and out as you came. Hard. You didn’t even have time to cover your mouth before you wailed in ecstasy. Satan followed moments after you, humping into you as best he could as hot cum gushed from his cock. His body shook with blissfully agonizing overstimulation.
When he paused his movements, you gripped his jaw again. “No, no. Keep going until I say you’re done. You can go slow, but don’t you dare stop moving.”
It couldn’t have been more than a minute, but it was deliciously torturous for Satan. He whined and sobbed, whole body shaking and thanking you profusely.
Finally, you spared him, telling him he could stop. A few more thrusts, and then his body collapsed onto you, shaking and twitching. He refused to pull out, and the aftershocks of your near simultaneous orgasms kept stimulating the other till the pair of you finally stilled.
“Thank you,” he whispered.
“No, thank you,” you insisted, kissing the tip of his nose. “I enjoyed this very much. This side of you is… fun. Novel. I’m glad I got to see it.” With a teasing clench of your abdominal muscles and a gasp from Satan, you kissed his cheek. “And I’m glad I could make you feel better.”“Made me feel more than better. Made me feel amazing. You might be more intoxicating than all those bottles combined.”
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Content Warnings: finger sucking, licking of another's arms/hands
Surely there was no other way to eat juicy mangoes and nectarines. There was no other way to eat them besides thoroughly washing your hands, going outside, shucking off your shirt, hunching over like a gremlin, and digging in. Sweet juices ran down your chins and onto the lawn behind the House of Lamentation. Your hands were stickier than a toddler’s on Halloween. If anyone passed by the backyard, they would have thought that you and Beel had become zombies and were ripping and tearing into one of his brothers.
The pair of you had set a date to dig into some mangoes and nectarines when they were perfectly ripe. You had made a special trip to the Mortal Realm for the goods. It had been on the calendar even, which his brothers pointed at and laughed. But you could have sworn that there were eyes on your bare back.
You had tuned out whatever noises you and Beel were making, assuming the two of you were making ridiculous moans and sighs of sweet bliss.
“So good,” sighed Beel after finishing his pile of fruits. It was the first two real words heard in the backyard since the eating competition began. You moaned in agreement after a few moments, starting to lick your lips and chin clean. Beel was already down to his forearms.
Then you felt his eyes boring into your face. You glanced his way and waited for him to say something. He didn’t.
Instead, Beel grabbed your arm and pulled it to his waiting tongue. A sound of surprise came from your mouth, but his eyes were shut and his ears deaf to you. His tongue ran up the rivulets of mango and nectarine juice that had run down your arms, starting at where the beads had stopped moving. His mouth was hot and his saliva sticky. You had paid little attention to his similar state of undress, but now your eyes lingered on his toned chest and abdomen.
Your face and ears grew warmer when he reached your wrists and palms, where more juice lingered, and he began sighing in pleasure.
“Beel,” you whispered, your voice crackling.
He stopped and met your gaze. He suddenly looked abashed. “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t even ask you.” He offered your hands back to you. “Did you want the rest of it?”
A spark of heat in your belly. “Oh. No, that’s alright, Beel. You- you can have the rest. I don’t mind.”
He grinned and thanked you, his mouth and tongue already on the back of your hands and darting between your fingers. Your eyes were fixed on his blissful expression, his eyelids fluttering and breaths coming quick and heavy. When he placed your fingers in his mouth and began sucking, you almost lost your mind. He moaned around them and they tapped against the top of his mouth and back of his throat.
With one last groan, he pulled your fingers from his mouth and looked at you breathlessly. “Mangoes. Nectarines. You. All together. So delicious.”
You buried one of your hands in his hair and pulled his mouth to yours. He licked the inside of your cheeks, your tongue, and your lips, moaning into you. His arms wrapped tightly around you and tugged you till you were chest-to-chest. The backyard was still filled with quiet, slurred “so goods”.
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Voyeurism - Rengoku Kyojuro x GN!Reader, feat. the Uzuis
Prompt: Kinktober 2025 Day 4 - Voyeurism
Featuring: Rengoku Kyojuro x GN! Reader, w/ Uzui Tengen x Makio x Suma x Hinatsuru
Word Count: 565
Content Warnings: established relationship between reader and Kyojuro; reader's gender identity, pronouns, body, and genitals are purposefully not specified; reader is the receiving/penetrated partner; unprotected intercourse w/out cumming inside; not specified if reader and Kyojuro are aware of/arranged/consented to the Uzuis observing them;
Kyojuro’s hands were glued to your hips, guiding them to raise and drop against him at the pace he wanted. Your thighs burned with exertion. Sweat beaded your brow, and your vision was lightly blurred by the moisture gathering in your lashes.
The pair of you were in the guest house of the Uzui house, which you tried to be mindful of with your volume. Kyojuro’s giant smile had a little dent in the lower lip from where his teeth pinned them shut.
Your eyes flicked from your lover’s blissful expression to where your bodies connected. His hands squeezed your hips tighter somehow when he felt you clench around him upon seeing the delicious mess the two of you had created. Globules of arousal and lubrication made a ring around Kyojuro’s cock and dribbled down his balls onto a bath towel.
“Shit,” breathed your lover. One of his hands slid up to your shoulder and pulled you to settle your chest against his. His lips and tongue found their way to yours in an instant, and he sighed and moaned into your mouth.
The wet sounds of your dual couplings seemed much too loud in the near silent guest house.
“Please, my love.”
You pulled back an inch, a line of saliva connecting your lips. “Please, what, baby?” Kyojuro sat up, guiding you to a lotus-like position.
“Please,” he whispered, “let me hear you.”
Your cheeks warmed. “But I don’t want them to he-”
A surprise, strong thrust by Kyojuro elicited a gasp that had you throw your arms around him tightly and tuck your face into his neck. He lowered you onto your back and settled one of his elbows next to your head.
“C’mon, my love. We can risk a little noise. A man like Uzui with three beautiful wives? I’m surprised we aren’t hearing them.” A deep kiss, tongues swirling, and mutual moans of pleasure as Kyojuro began thrusting into you. With a particularly lascivious glance, he repeated himself one last time. “Please.”
A sliver of light fell upon four faces. Varying heights, varying eye colors, varying degrees of shame. But the same rapt attention. The four shinobi listened to the moans and sighs in absolute silence. Even as Makio tugged free her husband’s cock and stroked up and down. Even as Suma and Hinatsuru wet each other’s fingers and slid them amongst their glistening folds.
“Fuck,” groaned Kyojuro. His pace increased, and the sound of his balls slapping against you grew louder and more frequent. Your fingers dug into his hair and your legs wrapped around his hips. Your breaths and moans were a staccato at Kyojuro’s pace, and grew in volume. With one loud shuddering gasp, you came around your lover. He followed soon after, pulling his cock out of you with a whimper and painting your sex and belly with his seed.
He didn’t even catch his breath before melting into your arms and kissing praise into your face.
“Thank you, my love,” he sighed, curling up next to you and wiping you somewhat clean. “For letting me hear you. I’ll rub your back before bed after we bathe. Again.”
“Fair exchange,” you laughed, kissing your lover sweetly.
The shinobi and any trace of their presence were long gone by the time the pair of you were creeping out of the guest house and returning to the bath house.
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