I started reading this megop but also dpax fic where Megatron ,and Optimus get sent back in time. Thought like in a different universe to where it’s at the time when d-16 and Orion are still miners. In which this Optimus and Megatron try to prevent the fallout being their past different universe selves from happening. (Although in their own universe they’ve already ended their conflict)
Hellooo ! :D I hope you are doing well. I was wondering if you could do a Zankz x Gn reader when zanka allows them to hold his assistaff and some times whne training, they switch jinkis?
Have a good day/night and stay safe🩷
-🌻 anon
Hello sweetie, this took me a while bc I couldn't think in anything good, but I think It turned out well in the end. I hope you like this💕
The sun's rays beat down heavily on the training ground.
Training with Zanka always meant ending up with burning muscles and a ragged breath, but this time, the atmosphere felt strangely static.
Zanka drove the tip of Assistaff into the ground, resting both hands on the staff. His dark eyes scanned you with that analytical and severe intensity so typical of him, evaluating your posture.
"Your fluidity with your instrument is improving," he admitted, letting out a huff meant to hide his pride, "but you still rely too much on the weight of your own Jinki. If it's taken from you, you're dead."
You looked at your Jinki and then at the imposing Assistaff.
"Sometimes I wonder how you balance something so massive without losing speed," you commented, half-joking. "Will you let me check the weight?"
The request left the place in absolute silence. A Jinki was not a simple object; it was the manifestation of the soul. Lending it was like baring one's spirit. Zanka blinked in surprise and, for a second, averted his gaze while adjusting his jacket collar, visibly uncomfortable.
"It's not a toy," he growled. "If you drop it, I'll kill you."
He extended the staff toward you, and as your hands wrapped around it, a jolt of energy, rigid and astonishingly warm, climbed up your arms. Assistaff was ridiculously heavy. Your knees buckled from the surprise, forcing you to plant your feet firmly to keep from falling. Zanka let out a laugh, crossing his arms.
"See? You lack leg strength," he said. "Keep your center of gravity low."
"It's like lifting a concrete pillar," you gasped, trying to adopt a better posture. The metal vibrated beneath your palms, responding warily to a touch that wasn't Zanka's.
"Because you're not guiding it with willpower, you're only using brute force," he explained, taking a step forward. Without warning, he positioned himself behind you, his chest brushing your back as he extended his arms to wrap around yours.
The heat of his body enveloped you immediately. His touch was firm.
"Don't fight the weight," he whispered near your ear, his voice unusually low. "Let the Anima flow from your chest, pass through your shoulders, and fill the weapon."
Guided by his hands, you raised the staff. Surprisingly, it felt light as a feather. Zanka's Anima current intertwined with yours for an instant, and an intimate, overwhelming sensation made your heart race. Noticing how your posture tensed, Zanka stepped away, clearing his throat.
"Now, give me your Jinki," he ordered, holding out his hand.
You didn't hesitate; you handed him your precious object, and seeing it in his hands felt strangely right. Zanka felt your instrument, spinning it rapidly through the air.
"It's light," he commented. "Ideal for consecutive attacks, but you leave too many openings on your flanks. Come on, attack me with Assistaff."
"Are you crazy? I'm going to crush you," you warned, swaying under the weapon's weight.
"Try it if you can," he challenged with a smirk, adopting an impeccable guard posture even while using your Jinki.
The training resumed, but the rhythm changed completely. Launching strikes with Assistaff required a massive effort; every swing opened your defense, and Zanka capitalized on every mistake, blocking your attacks with your own weapon using short, fluid movements.
"You're using my weapon better than I am," you protested after dodging a blow and falling to the ground.
"I'm teaching you its potential," Zanka replied, sitting down in front of you.
You reached out to return his staff, and he handed you your Jinki. The return of your precious instrument brought a wave of familiarity, but now, your grip was firmer, unconsciously mimicking Zanka's technique.
Zanka took his staff, caressing her with his thumb before glancing at you sideways. His cheeks were slightly flushed.
"You didn't do badly," he murmured, looking away. "Your Anima left a strange sensation in Assistaff. It's... bearable."
You smiled, knowing that coming from someone like him, that was the equivalent of a compliment.
"We could repeat it next time," you proposed, tilting your head toward him.
Both of you remained silent for a few seconds. Finally, Zanka sighed, though the corner of his lips lifted just a bit.
"You better run ten kilometers tomorrow before touching Assistaff again. If you're going to use it, I need your arms to not look like jelly."
Thinking about how strange it would feel to a Cybertronian to have a human inside their altmode. They have these forms, but prior to earth, prior to us, no one would ever touch anything inside their altmodes most likely. Much less climb inside. Why would they? These surfaces are meant to look the part of the vehicle they’re becoming, but not really to be handled. How sensitive would everything in there be?
And you’ve got Cybertronians agreeing to take their human friend or partner for a drive. They might think it’d be fun to play the part. Or maybe they just don’t trust your own driving. But then you’re sliding into the driver’s seat and they realize how big a mistake they just made. You slide a hand against the inside of the door as you climb in and they sink down on their shocks at the unexpected touch to make you almost hit your head getting in. They can feel you, the weight and warmth of you cradled in their seat. Aware of you in ways they’ve never been before.
Soft hands caressing their steering wheel, playing with radio dials out of curiosity while this Cybertronian is fighting for their very life. You’re touching everything. Touching them in ways no one ever has. Your field is washing into them and they can’t get away from it, can’t block it out. Please, don’t play with the gear shift, they can put themselves into gear and it feels obscenely good when you do that. You have no idea what you’re doing to them and they’re too mortified to just tell you. They’re flustered, but loving that you’re tucked away inside them, trusting yourself completely to them.
And you’re asking them if they’re okay feeling them trembling around you, engine stuttering and almost whining. The more worried you get, the more tactile you are and they’re dying, almost taking out a mailbox because they’re so distracted with you and the intimacy they just got blindsided by. They barely get you where you’re going and they make a funny noise when you slide yourself back out of the driver’s seat. Alone and waiting on you to come back, struggling to get themselves under control as their fans cycle. Overwhelmed and aching because they’re missing the feeling of you safe inside them, being able to have you there scratching a protective itch they never knew they had.
I know we already have Fox!Kazuha buuut Imagine Kitsune!Kazuha
Like think about Kazuha creating wondereful illusions for his beloved to lose themselves in, or turning into a cute fox so his beloved could sneak him into places easier
ꫂ᭪݁ kitsune! kazuha who notices when you start to have a bad dream, a nightmare where maybe you lose him... those are the only times he actually uses his powers for anything. he isn't fond at all of using it on humans. usually deeming it immoral, especially on his partner.
kitsune! kazuha who unironically has turned into a fox so you two could get into no plus-one events. sometimes has used it in another to get information and reports it back to beidou who submits it to ningguang.
kitsune! kazuha who casts illusions only when he has people's permission. much similar to what yumemizuki can do in inazuma, instead of eating bad dreams, he gives good dreams. usually reserves that for you in more ways than one.
kitsune! kazuha who was able to hypnotize people, and reserves that ability only when it becomes a necessity.
kitsune! kazuha often represented ningguang when sending messages during times where she couldn't exit the jade chamber. he would travel with you :3
kitsune! kazuha who doesn't mind whenever you touch his fluffy features but turns into a fox and runs away from anybody else who tries to do the same.
kitsune! kazuha who curls his tail(s) around your leg whenever he starts to get jealous of whoever's been talking to you too long. same way his ears droop down while he leans against you from behind.
kitsune! kazuha who likes it whenever you massage his fluffy features
kitsune! kazuha who can actually transform into many forms, but stays in his original human form because that's what you prefer :3 nsfw content under the cut, mdni
warnings. hypnosis play?? orb... play? -> context: kitsunes are rumored to have lil orbs (called kitsunebi/tama) that give them power, improper use of kitsune powers, kazuha gender swaps (male and female), boypussy for some of these hcs, kazuha is mostly a sub here :p
ꫂ᭪݁ kitsune! kazuha who has given you dirty dreams on purpose whenever he felt too needy whilst you were away or asleep. yes he knows it's bad but it's hard to resist his own partner when his affection went way beyond infatuation. that's what his kitsune buddies usually had with humans, but he fell in love.
let's you feel your hands up, and down the little orbs he summons in combat, you never knew it actually affected his feelings directly. you didn't know how easily you could turn him on when you rubbed it against his body either.
has turned to female anatomy if ever there are fantasies you have any. like scissoring or if you wanna eat him out, he's already spread for you on the bed.
one time when you felt really dirty, you'd rub the same orbs against his hole, feels guilty whenever you mention it. not cause it feels nasty, it's more on he feels bad for the things that holds his powers xd
sometimes like to fuck in public so he has an excuse to use his orbs to light up dim places. loves to place illusions in the mind of innocent passerbys, little visualizers for their eyes that barely gets you two from getting in trouble when you're between his thighs.
oh but, if you don't have any interest in body swap, that's fine too, it's honestly the same thing even if you're riding him in public. very dimly lit areas that usually scare off humans from taking that path, it turns him on when you make your hips louder the closer they get.
has kind of hypnotized himself to lasting longer when you two first started actually making love. he wasn't able to handle the overstimulation sometimes, and you'd have to tell him around the fifth time he'd done it that if he wants to stop you could stop :<
sometimes changes the weather based on his feelings, and it gets a bit chilly whilst raining whenever he starts to feel horny LOL
How about headcannons for Lohen and Kazuha with a stronger partner
Like imagine Lohen planning on fighting another Ruin Guard and to stop him his partner just picks him up and throws him over their shoulder and carry him back to camp
Or Kazuha tired from training so his partner just carries him bridal style
ꫂ᭪݁ if you think lohen would be opposed, he's literally all for it, literally head over heels for you. especially when he sees you fighting for him or in place of him, he's your little cheerleader !!!
sitting down by a rock you placed him at, he was just waving and cheering you on while he makes small talk with some nearby hilichurl. "mhm, yeah, see my s/o right there? they're on the way to beat your ass next."
before the enemy could think of reaching for its weapon, lohen already started to tilt it away from raising it. "look behind you."
it's cute really, he's just fawning over how good you look when you fight, to the point he doesn't care about rushing into a duel with you, as long as he gets to see you fight- he's already falling... both onto the ground and for you.
ꫂ᭪݁ kazuha is kind of just accepting of it. also really 'nonchalantly' admires you when you fight by his side (just plays it off really well even though he looks away and can't hold back a smile).
"i... i can no longer keep up, love..." - "oh no worries, c'mon, beidou was looking for us anyway!" lifting him up off his feet, he let out an audible gasp for a moment before shyly placing his arms around your neck.
he lowkey flexes about having you in lil haikus he writes. that and literally doesn't hesitate when you make calls in combat, not to mention how much trust he has in you to keep going in fights that seem impossible. he loves it, all of it. and he's glad you're with someone like him :3
summary: honestly folks no plot or build up lmfao he’s just rlly hot and there is an unfortunate lack of gn/masc reader. i imagine with his limited time as a human, and a miserable one at that, he’d be eager to experience any sort of enjoyment, so… also reader has a dick so that’s fun!
cw: NSFW. no plot, sub!muzan, human!muzan, ‘hate’ sex, degradation…
this is absolutely not allowed.
you thank the god’s above that you’re in complete privacy the more you curl your fingers, lord muzan’s voice keening down the hallways, his delight on display for the world. your arm is starting to hurt— the man had been as taut as a bow before all this— but he’s almost ready for you. despite the soreness and muscle burn you could honestly do this for another hour you’re enjoying it that much. lord muzan, however, is not nearly well versed in patience as you are. he grumbles and pouts, rolling his hips onto your hand, bleary eyed and quivering with need. despite his condition he’d ordered that you not treat him like he’s frail and you remind yourself of that as you slap his inner thigh, eliciting a meek cry from his lordship.
“relax, my lord. you’re going to hurt yourself,” you say, watching the welt you’d left immediately darken on his smooth, porcelain skin. he groans as you deepen your reach inside him and press down on his stomach, arching his back and tossing his head to the side, panting open mouthed into the futon. you can’t see his exact expression under the shadows and tousled raven hair sticking to his forehead, in bundles of ribbons framing his complexion, but what you can see is his desire for carnal pleasure. lord muzan was ill and didn’t have the privilege of time or the luxury of choice. you had come to him with the offer, after all, and he’d leapt at the opportunity to forget his troubles for one night.
“if we do this, my lord,” you’d said into his ear, biting back a smile at the way he’d shivered and gasped under you as you slowly pushed him onto his back, trapping him underneath you and daring him to protest. “we’ll be doing it on my terms.”
he’d been rigid with the shock and possibly fear. had anyone ever treated him this way? had he ever been told what to do? you thought for a moment that you’d overstepped. you were only here to serve, that was all, to alert the doctor if something went wrong and to follow his every flight of fancy to the best of your ability. suddenly you’d felt silly, but before you could take it back you’d felt him nod against your shoulder, a single clumsy dip of the chin .
“yes.” he’d whispered.
he’d grabbed at you then the way he grabs at you now, a sense of urgency behind his touch, desperation surfacing. “i want it, i…” he moans loudly, throwing his arm over his ruddy face. “oh, enough… i’m ready!”
you continue spearing your fingers into him, spreading them as far apart as you can, over and over as you scrutinise him. you’re unsure if he is fully prepared or if he’s just that wanton. he looks at you from under his bicep and must see how indecisive you are for his already strained expression twists into one of despair, like he’ll start crying if you don’t give him what he wants. lord muzan understands that he doesn’t have the final say here, that he will do nothing but lay there and take it when you give it, if it’s even to be had at all. it’s upsetting him almost as much as it’s arousing him.
even as you make the decision to stop teasing you draw it out for another minute just to watch him genuinely tear up as he re-realises his utter lack of control over the situation, turning his face away once more with the shame of it all, fisting his hands in the futon to stop himself from reaching for his erection. you can bet he’s wishing he were not so weak, so maybe he could flip you over or forcibly pull you on top of him. realistically he knows that it’s wiser to be safe rather than sorry. he does need gentling, no matter what he has to say about it. he was sickly and that was that. unluckily for him his reality is not so forgiving and he can do nothing but simply lay there, eyes fluttering and toes curling, least he completely tire himself out and end the fun before it truly begins. he’s unpleasant enough that he’s acting like being serviced burdens him. he’s a nasty, spiteful, arrogant little man— it’s a lot of fun to grab him and handle him how you please, to listen to him stutter and pretend he doesn’t like how disrespectful you can be to him. it gets you off to put smart mouthed, cocky pricks like him in their rightful place— and he had been a nightmare for you before you’d seduced him. it was nice to watch him squirm.
he leans up on shaky elbows as you finally get on with it and tug his lower half onto your lap, his backside flush against your crotch. he licks his lips in anticipation, looking up at you behind his lashes, stuck together in wet tufts. he’s devine. you had heard that when you met the devil that it would be beauty unlike you’d ever seen. you slide your hand up his thigh, the once white canvas of his skin littered in your affections, using your other to position yourself at his raw entrance. “shall we use our manners?” you murmur, transfixed by the view.
he shudders and bares his teeth as if he had fangs to show, defiant as ever. “you would subject me… to further torment? know your place.”
“i deeply envy you for thinking this to be torment… you spoiled, wretched thing. i know my place, muzan-sama. matter of fact, i have a spot waiting to be filled right now, if only his lordship would behave himself and do as he’s bid.”
he clenches his fists in anger and attempts to slow his ragged breathing, his infamous temper rearing it’s head. “i am not some… whore that you can order about. you worthless commoner...”
“you really do want me to treat you roughly, don’t you?” you laugh. he splutters to form some feeble excuse or insult you care not for. he gasps and is effectively silenced as you let yourself breach him, just a small bit. not nearly enough to satisfy but enough to burn a virgin like himself.
“you have no discipline. it’s no surprise. that’s a little taste of what you want, muzan-sama. i’ve serviced you well, so i’ll tell you just this once more… to be polite to me.”
you wonder if he’s hearing you at all as he bites his lip to restrain himself, craning his neck to gawk at where you’re connected, like he can’t believe what he’s seeing. you’ve got him hook, line and sinker. “uh…”
“i’ve been good to you. so you’ll be good for me, won’t you? does his lordship find these terms agreeable? or shall we stop so i can show him what happens to ungrateful brats like himself?”
“you… you scourge…” he whimpers, falling back onto the futon, weak as a lamb. “fine. will you just… ugh… please?”
“better,” you purr. what goes around comes around and you are determined to teach him this, so you reward him and slowly push in. his jaw drops as you do, his eyes squeezing shut. you barely stop yourself from cursing at the heat of his insides— it’s like hot iron, no doubt an effect of his own fever and sickness. when you’re finally fully sheathed inside him you grip onto his hips hard enough to bruise, hunched over him and taking a deep breath as to not lose yourself to this insidious pleasure. you’ve fucked a few people before him and not once did it feel this good. you need a second.
you’re kissing him before you can think better of it. at first he wrenches his head away but you insist, you follow him and he has nowhere to go. he has to give up the play, allowing you to lick into his mouth with a groan. he submits and embraces it, letting you ravage the kiss and have your fun. it’s easy to let everything else fall away and inevitably he does start to writhe, panting and whining like a dog, bucking impatiently. you don’t begrudge him for his unbecoming behaviour— frankly you’re just happy he didn’t bite you. feeling like you can move without orgasming humiliatingly early after all your talk, you plant your forearms on either side of his head and get serious. it takes all your focus and you can kiss him no longer, the two of you only moaning into each other’s mouths as you thrust into him, staring into each others eyes.
you’re holding back. he had told you to not treat him like glass and everything in you is compelling you to go faster, harder— but you know it would be too much. muzan is practically sobbing under you from this alone, having taken hold of your arms to ground himself, his nails digging into your tender flesh. whilst he’s not as fragile as you thought he’d be his condition doesn’t exactly leave room for how rough you’d like to be with him. he can’t even keep his legs around your waist and the man can barely walk on a regular day— there’s no way he could handle the brutal fucking you want to give him, no matter how much he deserves it.
still, slow does not equal gentle.
you intently watch his expression as you snap your hips into him, each thrust jerking his entire body, eliciting sharp cries. he looks like he’s in pain despite all else telling you otherwise and before you know it he’s been shoved halfway off the futon and onto the hard flooring. that will not do for his lordship and you have to stop to his utter dismay. “no, no,” he begs. “keep… please, please don’t, i’m—“
“enough of that,” you hush him and he whines as you situate yourself back onto the soft mat, guiding him back into position. you’re his caretaker before anything else so you ensure he’s comfortable before continuing and you decide that you want him on his side. his back could probably benefit from a break anyway. nothing is stopping you, least of all him, so you keep him where you want him, hoisting his dangly leg over your shoulder and pushing back inside him without flair. it’s possible this is a better angle than the previous, his hairless chest and nipples peaking out of his bed clothes, skin slick under the faint rays of moonlight. he’s entirely pliant now and buries the sounds he’s making into the mattress, clawing weakly at it. you fuck him nice and steady, sweat dripping off your chin. his dick is rock solid where it lay between his thighs, ruddy and wet with neglect. you wonder if you’re fucking him that good that he’s forgotten about it all together. if the way he shouts when you play with it has anything to say about that he most absolutely did.
“yes, yes, yes…” he chants between gasps of your name, his entire being gaining a frantic edge to it. “keep… yes, keep doing that— yes!”
“muzan-sama, someone will hear…!” you laugh breathlessly under his increasingly frenzied yelling, feeling embarrassed at the mere idea of someone rushing in to his aid only to stumble upon this scene. you’re still delighted that he’s become so vocal, thanks to you. muzan’s hand shoots out to grip your wrist and his insides tighten like a vice around you, so abrupt and unexpected it proves too much and it’s your turn to be way too loud for this hour of the night as you snowball into what might just be the best orgasm of your life. you grunt and swear as it seems to go on and on, draining you for everything you’ve got. if muzan struggles to get around on a good day he was going to be royally screwed tomorrow. his release has him dead silent, his pretty eyes rolled back into his head in rapture. a near scream comes out of him as he snaps out of it and quickly comes down from the peak of ecstasy, his body rattling in the aftermath. he gawps up at you like you hung the moon and stars in the sky, cheeks tear streaked and awe etched in his features. you’re still not finished, you have another few thrusts in you and he encourages you with his body, through the steadily increasing overstimulation. muzan gave himself to you and demands the same in return, doing what little he can to coax every drop of pleasure out of you, to take it all for himself. he can be a right little incubus when he wants to be.
“you must… stay with me,” he tells you after you collapse on top of him, voice hoarse. you hum your agreement into his neck and lazily lavish on it, sucking on it like a leech, listening to him hiss and keen. whether he’d wanted you to stay or not you would have been laying with him for at least five recovery minutes anyway. you’re still inside of that hot inferno and when you make an attempt to pull out he sucks in a sharp breath and latches onto you so tight it startles you. “no. stay, just… just a little longer.”
muzan certainly doesn’t have to beg or convince you. you settle back between his legs and go back to marking him up, feeling how he softly sighs and sags in sheer relief underneath you. your duties, your family and the entire village has completely left your thoughts. making muzan happy is all that matters to you in this singular moment. he’s the worst of the worst, in every capacity… and it doesn’t bother you at all.
“i’ll stay until sunrise, if his lord asks it of me.” you admit.
muzan wraps his arms around your shoulders and cards his trembling fingers through your hair, pulling you up to face him. he’s smiling at you for the first time and his touch cannot be described as anything other than possessive. “you will, then.”
Househusband! Izana who decided to stay home and take care of the house when you got a promotion at your job.
Househusband! Izana found all the tasks complicated, and had to perfect his culinary knowledge to make dinner for you.
Househusband! Izana who wakes up a while after you leave work, and already puts on the pink apron with frills that you had given him as a joke, but he was actually wearing.
Househusband! Izana who calls you desperately when something goes wrong, and then starts whining and apologizing.
Househusband! Izana who keeps bragging about you to his old gang members, saying how amazing your wife is and he found meaning in life with you.
Househusband! Izana takes advantage of the weekends to stick to you like chewing gum, it's the day to order food by cell phone, and watch movies cuddling with you.
Househusband! Izana who is very needy, and keeps asking for your attention and touches when you get home from work
Househusband! Izana was browsing the internet on another one of his lazy afternoons waiting for you to arrive, and came across an article talking about pegging, and decided to research more.
Househusband! Izana who started fingering himself after he asked you to buy a strap-on for the two of you.
Househusband! Izana who got addicted to the Strap-on quickly, you fucking his cute ass, while he moaned being a handsome pillow prince, with totally messy white hair.
Househusband! Izana who had thoughts of having a family after a walk in the park, his procreation bar was sky high.
Househusband! Izana who casually mentioned this one night, but didn't expect you to show up with a squirting strap-on.
Househusband! Izana getting fucked by her toy, his head was blank, and the sensation of the dildo creating a soft bulge on his previously flat belly, and when you pushed the strap-on's air pump in, oh, he was in heaven feeling that fake cum filling his tight insides.
Househusband! Izana nods shakily when you whisper sensually that you would fill him up with a baby in his belly. He was already so happy and shaky, but he definitely wanted more.
Hatefucking with Sanemi? Hashira reader and Sanemi have a history of tension between each other and reader challenges that he wouldn't be able to handle the strap. He's confident, but by the end of the night you have him flat on top of you with his tongue lolling out while he sloppily rolls his hips into your length
Dammn- alr let’s go I did learn to appreciate him, somehow (also the sub kny fandom is still alive?)
Dom!hashira!reader x sub!sanemi - reader is gn
Warning: pegging (I use dick to refer to it), taking virginity, teasing, a tiny bit dacryphilia, cursing, mind break, I got lazy towards the end
His bad attitude was as infamous as his strength, his very own trademark, a huge part of his image. He was disrespectful towards everyone except the master, and frankly, he seemed to hate you to most. That was half justified, since you’d always bicker with him, taunting him by calling him weaker. Whenever the two of you met, a fight would break out while others shake their head. Today was no exception.
“Fuck, why do you have to keep bothering me?” Sanemi yelled, his hand on his sword, ready to pull it out at any moment. “Bothering you? I just happened to head to the same direction!” You sneered back, pulling a grimace. It was time for another hashira meeting, and just as fate wanted, you bumped into him on your way. “If you want to fight just say so.” The wind hashira glared at you, a vein forming on his forehead due to his anger.
You rolled your eyes, you weren’t in a mood for a barking dog like him, deciding to just ignore him and walk away. To your dismay, he shouted again and grabbed your wrist, “hey! Don’t you fucking ignore me!” You got pulled back by him. Agitated, you decided to not let this slide and yanked your wrist back, causing him to fall into your arms. “Let’s not fight like some brute animals today.” After catching him in an embrace, you clenched his shoulder with one hand.
“Suddenly acting so proper, aren’t you?” He snarled, letting go of you and pulling his hand back. “I just don’t want to cause troubles. How about, if you can take me, I’ll humble myself and apologise to you?” You suggested, then stopped squeezing him and raised both hands up into a surrender position. Sanemi stared at you suspiciously, but this idea of yours wasn’t unattractive in the slightest.
He wasn’t sure what you meant, even so he agreed without a second thought. “Don’t you dare go back on your words.” A cheeky smirk appeared on your lips as you said, “same goes for you.”
Maybe he should have asked what you had in mind despite his temporarily clouded judgement, because this was the absolute opposite of whatever he thought of. And that was very apparent on his face. You did tell him he can still back out and you wouldn’t tease him about it, since you didn’t really expect him to actually heed the promise. But, he was as hot-tempered as he was stubborn and insisted on continuing, mocking you by saying, “are you getting nervous or what?”
Fine, if he really wants to, who were you to stop him. That’s how the two of you got into this mess, this hot and filthy mess where both of you were striped bare on top of the bed, with him straddling your lap. You laid down comfortably while sanemi hovered above you. The deal was for you to not use your hands while he rode you, to see who would give up first. A faint blush covered your cheeks as you stared at him, at his firm muscles and pretty scars. Instead of being intimidated or even repulsed, you’ve always found them quite endearing.
Then your eyes darted back to his face, watching him with the utmost concentration. You were going to savour this moment to the fullest. His eyes were clenched shut, lips pressed into a thin line as he furrowed his brows. In comparison to your face, his was as red as it can be and sweat rolled down his cheeks. With shaky hands, he grabbed the shaft and tried to line it up with his hole, the other hand was clenching your shoulder for support. Slowly, he lowered himself onto your dick, gritting his teeth at each inch.
“You are doing great, sanemi.” You decided to give him an award praise, since you were pretty sure this was his first time. A kind of guilty washed over you for taking that from him over some measly bet. Instead of being thankful he snapped at you, mumbling, “shut up, I don’t need your compliments.” Before sticking the tip inside. And dear lord, the moan that followed was the lewdest thing you’ve heard up until now. “Ah-aAnnNG♡…?!” Loud, high-pitched and sharp, the little tremble in voice as he trailed off was just as lovely. He underestimated how painful it would be, feeling an indescribable pain course through his body along with something akin to lust.
Now he was shaking even more, slumping forward as he gripped your shoulders with both hands, using enough strength to leave bruises. He was thinking about whether or not he should continue, when his body so desperately wanted to take it out. “Uh-urghhh… d-damn it..” sanemi groaned, taking a few minutes to get used to the stretch. In the end he decided to suck it up and keep going, clutching you so roughly that his knuckles turned white.
You hissed slightly at the pain, closing one eye while bearing it. After calming down a little, you joked, “Don’t break my collarbone.” Your own hands were bawled into firm fists and kept next to your body, itching to touch and to feel him. He didn’t react to your little joke, in contrary, he was focused on taking you whole, trying to protect his pride from taking hits. With a swift move, he went down on you. “GuuUUhh..! Ah- y-y/n..” subconsciously, he called out for you, taking his sweet time bottoming out. Your ears perked a little when he used your proper name, surprised at the sudden change in character.
Without much to say, you stayed silent as you watched him pushing the entire length in, observing him overcoming his struggles. His bangs stuck to his forehead due to the amount of sweat coating him, he was still clenching his eyes shut as of now. You traced the scars on his body with your eyes. There were many large ones, turning his entire body into a patchwork. Some were even on his thighs. How you wanted to draw the outlines of them with your fingers and note gaze, how you wanted to tug his hair behind his face, so many things you wanted but couldn’t.
You gulped loudly, swallowing the lump inside your throat as he took half of your cock in. At this point he didn’t seem like the same he was moments ago. All of his movements became sloppy, clumsy even. Everything about him was shaking and you could tell he was at his limit just by his expression. The way he bit his bottom lip didn’t reveal if it was because of the pain or other reasons, but it was very likely. And the desire to just grab him by the waist and have your way with him was strong, but you decided to dispose of that thought.
After a few more minutes, he eventually sat down completely, one hand rubbing his tummy as he felt you deep inside him. “F-fuck…” He whispered through gritted teeth, instinctively trying to close his legs. You could feel his walls clenching down on you, holding you in a tight embrace. His face had a hint of struggle to it and he stayed completely still, probably adjusting to the stretching sensation. With your hands still rendered useless, you waited, observing him and noticing how he got hard.
His precum dripped down onto your stomach, creating a small puddle of fluids. It somehow put your mind at ease, to think that he was enjoying this and not just cursing under his breath. Then you teased him, “oh sanemi~ I didn’t know you liked getting fucked? Do you use your hole often?” The way he tried to slap you but stopped mid track was kind of funny. Due to him moving so suddenly he also moves his hips, causing him to inhale sharply as the pain spread again. “UrgHhh..!” He immediately covered his mouth with his palm, shoulders raised to his ears as he looked away.
“This won’t do, you have to move sooner or later.” You sighed as another idea popped up, raising an eyebrow at him before chuckling, “or is it too much for you? Do tell, I won’t force you.” The playful tone you used ticked him off so badly that he moved up, trying to keep down the embarrassing noises as he said, “you are getting rather impatient, don’t tell me it’s a ploy?” Then he slammed himself down again, and moaned loudly, “ah-aaAAAhH… w-wait..?” The tip hit something inside him that send chills down his spine, making his blush darken by a few shades. “T-the heck was that…” sanemi mumbled, he was kind of curious now, because that feeling was strange.
After that weird sensation coursed through his body, it didnt hurt anymore, instead he only felt a hot, burning sensation spread from there to the rest of his body. Not long after, he began chasing that feeling, bouncing up and down as more perverted noises escaped his tightly sealed lips. “Mhhmm..! Ngh… ah, y-you.. don’t you dare tell a-anyone about it.” He glared at you, don’t wanting others to find out about him enjoying this. Yet it didn’t feel intimidating considering the state he was in, and how adorable his face was.
At this point he was riding you with such fever that the slapping sound of skin against skin filled the room to the brim, echoing off the walls, reaching your ears. The rather lewd squelching sounds that erupted whenever he took you deep inside was not any better. He bit his bottom lips again, opening his eyes as he stared down at himself. This messy appearance of his made him feel humiliated, since he was showing this vulnerable side to you. You could also say he felt ashamed.
His dick twitched happily, bouncing against his own belly at times, creating sticky strings that connect the two parts. You could hardly contain yourself, keeping the promise seemed harder than ever before. Why did you have to propose a deal like that? And his waist seemed so tiny and grab-able in that moment, this was pure torture. Because you couldn’t contribute to making a mess out of him, you resumed to using your words to have some fun, smiling as you asked, “are you enjoying this? Or do you feel like giving up?”
“H-haah… Never, not against you.” He scoffed, giving you a challenging smirk before throwing his head back. Hot and warm walls squeezing you the best he could, tears collecting in the corners of his eyes. Though he didn’t cry, he held himself back from doing that, only whimpering more and more with each passing second. “Aw, how cute you are, putting on a show like that.” You continued, meaning every word you said. “But it looks like you are doing it because of self fulfilment instead of the bet?”
He stopped abruptly, feeling his body shake at the sudden loss of pleasure. Wait, pleasure? So he was enjoying it. He did like whatever was going on, with him on top of you, riding you like some cheap whore. A wave of embarrassment washed over him before he craved in to his desires and yelled, “urGhhh!! Shut up! I-I do what I want uHhnng, you hear?!” That boy only raised his voice because he finally noticed, how he fell into your trap. Even if he were to win and you to lose, you wouldn’t have really lost. How sly of you.
“Oh, so you’ve noticed?” You laughed, and put your hands on his hips. “?! W-what are you doing! That’s- hGhhh, again the d-deal!” His voice turned a pitch higher as he felt your hands squeezing his sides, whining quietly. Having you touch him so intimately sure was something new. Without any hints of sadness, you explained your actions. He instantly understood what it meant for him, and he gulped loudly. Though he’d never admit it, anticipating and excitement filled him from the inside. He felt himself on the verge of cumming when he heard you whisper, “I surrender, you’ve won, alright? So, time to get to business♡.”
Needless to say, you two had a great time together.
By the end of the night, you’ve turned him into a complete stranger. Eyes rolled to the back of his head, little pleads for a break and fore more slipping past his previously foul mouth. Body twitching occasionally and limp from overworking himself, slumping down against your chest.But you weren’t quite done now, were you? All you had to do was change the position and command him to spread his legs. Of course your personal fuck toy would listen without hesitation, tongue hanging out as he eagerly waited for you to fuck him senseless. The once proud and snarky wind hashira has been reduced to a little slut. To your good boy.
Hii could you please write upper moon 0 reader ((like just above Kokushibou and just below Muzan))abusing their power to (consensually) fuck the other moons lower than themself? Any character of your choice
Dom!uppermoon!reader x sub!kokushibo - reader is gn
Word count: ~3.7k
Warning: teasing, calling Kokushibo an old man, handjob, marking, nipple play, dacryphilia, men whimpering <333, mention of blood (little bit)
AYOOOO??? *rubs my hands together and giggles like some pervert* I think I picked the most difficult character for no reason-
This was ridiculous, nothing more than a joke. He was the one who received the most blood from him, he was the one honing his skills for centuries. So obviously he was supposed to be the strongest, second to none but that man alone.
Then how did you get here? Appearing out of nowhere, causing an uproar in the ranks. You were only a few decades old, too green behind the ears for your position, not to mention too obnoxious and childish. At the same time you were undeniably talented, climbing the ranks like nothing, surpassing others whose had way more blood than you, eaten way more people. Surpassing even him.
It reminded him much of a certain other person, which was not helping your image. How was this even possible? Is this what pure talent and sheer luck looks like? He was frustrated beyond words, and to some degree, he envied you. Jealous of how a snobby kid like you could have beaten him by miles, taking his rightful place next to the lord as one of the strongest. No, never, he wasn’t going to be satisfied with third place.
That mentality of his paired with his disapproval of you is what caused your current situation, it was the root of this shaky relationship.
“Hey, old man! You’ve gotten better since last time!” You commented in a sarcastic manner, sitting down on a fallen-over tree trunk. That indolent tone of yours again, you had no respect for your elders. On the other hand, you were stretching your body and twisting your wrists, as if you didn’t even get to warm up, eyes sneakily darting to the demon in front of you.
A man with long hair and a slightly torn purple kimono was kneeling on one knee a few meters away from you, his grip shaking around his weapon. “…but you might wanna work on your endurance, I can’t work with that.” You smiled innocently, jumping to your feet again. With leisure steps, you walked closer to him, grabbing his chin and making him look up at you.
His six eyes all glared at you, a red glow of fury radiating off him. You weren’t intimidated though, maybe you were when you used to be a lower moon, but not anymore. “After experiencing it firsthand, no wonder I managed to become an uppermoon so soon. You bunch are weaker than I expected.” That taunting voice of yours, paired with that mocking smile, you really knew how to provoke someone.
Kokushibo grabbed your collar and lifted himself up, “really, you should learn when to shut up.” You let him do it, not resisting while asking, “hmm? What’s gonna happen if I don’t listen? What, you gonna fight me?” An uncontrollable series of laughter escaped your throat, “and you always stressed the importance of respecting the ranks~!!”
His fist clenched around your clothes, and you smirked once you noticed it. Your words were getting to him, despite his indifferent facade. Good, how fun. You had him exactly where you wanted, any second from now he should— “let’s have another duel.” —aha, there it is. “Well that’s certainly not a problem, but I’m kinda getting bored over here.” You slapped his hand away, then straightened out your clothes, “I mean, why should I keep wasting time here? It’s not like I get any benefits.”
No matter how annoying you were, and how much he hated to agree with you, you were right. Since he just lost, it was pretty unreasonable to wish for another duel so soon. “What are your conditions.” Kokushibo said in a low voice, still glaring, not bothering with keeping a calm facade with you anymore. He brushed off the dust from his shredded kimono, which revealed little snippets of his muscular form, ranging from his biceps to his abdomen.
“If I win…” You crossed your arms in front of your chest, then pointed at him with your index finger, “I want you to do whatever I want for today~” judging by the way your voice got higher towards the end, you were clearly enjoying yourself. How irritating. Its to be expected that you are a little screwed. A normal person- demon -wouldn’t be able to climb the ranks like you. But he still agreed to your condition, because his priority was to beat you and have things return to its original state. “I accept.”
This poor thing and his inferiority complex, his vulnerable little heart with that frail ego of his.
You weren’t sure what he was expecting, considering you’ve just beat him a couple minutes earlier. While he was a tough opponent, who improved drastically in a short period, it wasn’t enough to sweep you off your feet. The result was set in stone the moment he agreed. A part of you was actually hoping he did it on purpose, because he wanted to know what you’d do to him. Though obviously that was just wishful thinking, there’s no way this man would do that.
No matter how often he lost, he’d never get used to the humiliating feeling, the awkwardness that followed. Especially now, since on top of losing, he owned you something. Maybe he shouldn’t have made that bet, he kept thinking, but he was too stubborn to back out now. “What do you want me to do?” Kokushibo sighed, eventually facing reality and lowering his head with a scorn. You couldn’t hold back a smirk and said, “first, promise you won’t get too~ mad.”
He knew he promised, well, you basically forced him to, but still. For him to run out of patience and get angry so soon, only you were capable of doing this to him. “You are shameless.” The male groaned with furrowed brows, his wrists straining against the rope tied around it. You could see him tensing his muscles, did he hate it that much?
All you did was tie him to the bed and loosening up his kimono, positioning yourself between his legs. Maybe slipping a hand underneath his clothes to grope his chest, it’s not your fault he looks so inviting. The rope was already making snapping sounds, even though you told him to control his strength. “Geez, and why did I went through the trouble of learning bondage again?” You clicked your tongue in disappointment, but untied the rope.
“It was a stupid idea to begin with. Why do you even want my body?” Kokushibo frowned, trying to sit up, thinking you finally gave up on your goal. But you grabbed both of his wrists instead and pinned them over his head, “what kinda question is that? Isn’t the normal conclusion that I find you attractive?” You chuckled a little, as if surprised by such a naive question.
He flinched when you suddenly yanked his arms up, and asked in a rather hesitant voice, “wait, why are you still..?” You tilted your head to the side, acting a little cheeky, “what, you thought i was done? I haven’t done anything with my price yet.” A moment of silence passed, all he did was focusing his eyes on you, in search of any hints that you were joking. There was none, despite you smiling brightly.
“…you still want to keep going?” The way he couldn’t even fathom the words that came out of his own mouth. Just, it was too out of place. I mean, you- with him? Have you always had such intentions towards him? “Kokushibo, you are acting as if you’re an old man. Oh wait, you are.” You teased, pulling at the waistband of his pants. “Ah- wait—” he felt a weird tingle spread where your fingers touched his skin, he brushed it off as him being irritated.
Seeing him so embarrassed at the smallest exposure, you decided to do him a favour and simply slipped your hand inside. At the same time, you whispered sickeningly sweet, “just relax, alright? I will do my best to make you feel good too.” The hand that was clumsily messing around finally found a starting point, and was slowly caressing his inner thighs. You didn’t need to probe long to find out he was muscular, not that you doubted it for even a moment.
“Say…” with a little more assertiveness, you pushed your head into the nook of his neck, mumbling against the part of his neck right under his ear, “won’t you allow me to?” About half of his eyes were closed and the others half-lidded, but he was definitely avoiding your intense gaze. How did you say such things with no shame while keeping eye contact? He gulped loudly, bawling his hands into fists above his head, “now you are asking…”
“Hmm? Don’t want to?” You tilted your head, to mutter directly into his ear, blowing air at the shell. The man flinched at the notion, and he groaned, “I already agreed since you won… what more do you want?” Such a temper, he was acting more like a cat than a demon. “Let’s see, how about you being honest with me?” Without any warning, you let go of one of his wrists and brought the other one to your lips, placing a kiss to his palms.
“You-!” He jumped at the sight, finally looking at you again. Never in his pretty long lifetime has anyone behaved like this towards him. At this point, he didn’t even know what he wanted. It was only because of the bet, that’s the mindset he had when he entered this room at least. But would he have the same one when he leaves? “…I’ll tell you when I hate it.” And that was it with the eye contact, with his pupils rolling to the side again. Seriously, what was so interesting about starring at walls?
“So you are tolerating it until then?~” you sighed, acting as if you were hurt. While he was distracted by your acting, you wrapped his arm around your neck and leaning down to pinch his cheeks. “Don’t be shy. Tell me, doesn’t this feel good?” You clasped your hand around his half erect dick, measuring him with your fingers. For no particular reason, you just wanted to keep your hands busy. He hiccuped at the friction and twitched, unable to keep his hips under control. “HnnG..?! Ahh…”
Gosh, his moans were really addicting. You almost lost your reason there. Moving the hand on his face a little to tilt his head, making him look up at you. “Tell me, kokushibo.” Hearing you say his name like that felt strangely foreign, you were really putting your all into this. He clenched his eyes shut as his blush darkened, squeezing out a quiet, “feels good..” What a relief it is that he doesn’t know the power his voice has over you, that little confession was enough to make you beam with delight. “Seriously, why do you keep seducing me~?”
Seduce??? He couldn’t even argue with you before you suddenly pumped him up and down, causing him to jump a little. “Ugh..!” After getting his consent, you weren’t holding back as much anymore. Pulling his pants down to reveal his groin without a second thought. His arms clawed at your back instinctively, and despite him expecting this to happen, he couldn’t hide how ashamed he was.
“My my, you are pretty wet down here.” You commented, noticing the way he kept leaking precum. Soon it covered your entire palm, and you used it as lube to spread it evenly around his sex. “Haaah… what do you mean wet…?” Ah- right. This man, even if he looks young it didn’t mean his mental age is the same. But explaining it would kind of ruin the mood…
“I mean, look how much’s comin’ out.” You rubbed his tip, turning your hand around as he shuddered, arching his back off the bed. Once you were satisfied with the amount of pre you’ve collected, you proudly displayed it in front of him. He shot one quick glance at the thick fluid coating your fingers and squeezed his eyes shut, whining out a “stop that.” For some reason, you felt offended by his reaction, responding with a “why do you look disgusted? This came out of you!”
“No need to shout it.” One of his hands moved to cover his face with the back of his palm and he clenched his teeth. Really, what were you going to do with this overly sensitive man? “Aren’t you hard to please.” You rolled your eyes, but ended up giggling over it. “Fine I’ll stop.” In return, you moved the hand on his cheeks down to grope his firm chest. The texture was softer than you expected, considering it was pure muscle.
After uttering that, you wrapped the dirtied hand around his shaft again, and jerked him off slowly. Due to the awfully slow motions and the fluids, it created filthy squelching sounds that bounced off the walls. His breath hitched at the sudden rush of pleasure, and his toes curled into the bed sheets. The way his chest heaved and his breathing quickened was too cute, not to mention his melting expressions mirroring the bliss he was experiencing. “Ah- ahhh…” even the way his lips parted was cute, what to do?
You noticed how his hips were jerking, dick twitching in your hand. That, paired with the erotic view laid out before you, manifested your desires even more. It was as if you were in a trance, unable to peel your eyes off him, staring at him like a hunter at its prey. His hair was spread out on the bed so beautifully, and you were ecstatic to see his body tremble with pleasure. You subconsciously quickened your pace, wanting to see more of his debauched state.
“Hnngh,,,Y-y/n, wait.. ah, just- s-slow down… a bit..” he had a troubled expression now, cheeks flushed red as he clawed at your back, trapping you in his arms. When the burning sensation in his core didn’t stop but intensified instead, he accidentally dug his nails into your skin, leaving behind some scratch marks. “Please, y/n…” the male begged in a gentle tone, lowering his head as the embarrassment finally got to him.
Isnt this the first time he used your name? …haha, this isnt fair, he moaned out your name in such a lewd manner, who wouldn’t fold instantly. This time you were sure, if he knew the power his voice had over you, he’d win every competition between you two. You chuckled awkwardly and mumbled something under your breath. He couldn’t quite catch it, because he couldn’t focused on anything else but the drag of your hand across his dick. The agonising tingles that made him go mad, the warmth and comfort of your touch.
“Nghhh- mhm!!… y/n, y-y/nnn…♡♥︎” he slurred over his words, hands fisting and pulling at your clothes. All these sensations were too much for him, the last time he felt anything remotely similar to this was when he left home. No, even then, it was never this stimulating. The way his entire body was like on fire, shaking with the overwhelming amount of raw arousal flooding his senses. Every single touch, every sound of your voice was messing with him.
You swallowed the lingering hesitation down, and circled around his nipple with your index finger. It didn’t take long before it hardened, quivering shamelessly. All while you moved the other hand up and down his sex. The more noise that movement made, the louder and more frequent his moans got, and it all mingled together into a lewd melody reserved for your ears only. It seems he knew how loud he was, because he suddenly bit down on his bottom lip, enough for it to swell and bleed.
“Now now, don’t hold back your voice. I wanna hear you callin’ my name for everyone to hear.” The vibrations of your voice tickled his sensitive skin, and he turned his head to the opposite side, granting you more access to his neck. His heart pounded in his chest, skipping a beat at the thought of others hearing his pathetic whines. Causing him to react with sealing his lips shut with more fervour, body flinching at every seductive spell of yours.
“I thought I told you to call my name? Aren’t you gonna do it, kokushibo?” You asked, placing gentle kissed from his jawline down to his collarbone. Not enough to leave marks, you wanted to take it one step at a time. “Come on~” you placed your thumb on his slit and rubbed around his tip, ending up with him leaking even more.
He tried to clench his thighs together but to no avail, it was as if his muscles couldn’t respond to him. Going limp under your actions. “Y/n…” he eventually groaned out. After hearing him say that, you bit down on his shoulder, leaving your first visible claim. Though he could heal it in a second, you still loved the thought of leaving bruises on him. “Good boy.”
Muffled groans and whimpers spilled from his sinful lips, his brain was too mushy to function coherently. Everything was too much for him to handle, and he felt tears streaming down his face. From the upper eyes to the lower ones. It was quite the weird feeling, so he blinked the tears away, trying to control his sobbing as he chirped, “y- hnNghh…! Y/n..?” How could he let himself be ruined and reduced to such a pathetic mess? Breaking down in tears at such an insignificant thing, letting you take charge like that…
The way his tone drifted off to being unsure and questioning was so adorable, you basically grinned from ear to ear. “Look at you, crying so prettily. It hasn’t been that long since we began.” He must have been so touch starved, to become such a cute mess because of a handjob, that was the downside to being at the top. You finally flicked and played with his nipple after teasing the surrounding area for so long. He cried out like it was the last straw of his sanity breaking, turning him into nothing more but a blabbering wreck.
“Ah-arghh…, I ca-can’t.. haah, urgh..! I’m close, y/n, p-please..” where did he learn to plead like that? It gave you goosebumps due to how erotic it was. “Aww, gonna cum? Go on, let it all out~” you kissed him, using his shock to your advantage and sticking your tongue inside his mouth, tasting the faint metallic taste of blood. At the same time, you fastened your pace on his cock, making him shudder and wither into the kiss. He continued to weep, to hold onto you desperately while he squirmed around, wriggling his hips as if he wanted to escape the pleasure. Your tongue fumbled around with his, drinking up his moans.
Though muffled, your ears picked up the bits that did seep out, and he was chanting your name like a prayer, just as you wanted. His eyes were glazed over and unfocused, sweat and tears were now mixing with drool as well. And the blush crept onto his cheeks has spread like a pest, to his ears and shoulders, as well as his chest. Slowly, he felt the strength leaving his limbs as the ecstasy threatened to consume him whole. He’s been teetering on the brink of release for a while now, the building anticipation was agonisingly slow. “Mhmmff- uhhh, hmm~!! ♥︎♥︎♥︎”
Suddenly, his back arched off the bed, and his nails dug harsh enough for your skin to tear. You pulled back once he started choking, and he immediately lunched at you, to hide in the nook of your neck. “Haaa-hah, hnghh- hmmff…” that’s when he caught you off guard by biting into your shoulder to keep his voice down. “You surprised me there.” You flinched before running a hand through his long hair, stroking him. The wound was nothing serious anyway.
“Haaah… y/n, y/n, ooOhhh, y/ny/n y— hmmnfff~~♡♥︎♡” he moaned out one last time as his release washed over him. Soon a sticky white fluid spurt out of his aching dick, coating the entirety of your hand to the point of dripping down his own shaft. It pooled around his pelvis or flowed all the way down his thighs. Once your hand separated from him, strings of cum connected the two. Even after cumming, he was breathing heavily, mumbling your name softly while catching his breath.
You slowly guided him through his orgasm, cooing at him, “good job, such a pretty thing, aren’t you.” His body was still shivering in the afterglow, but he managed his breathing pretty fast, and thus the hiccups got better. It didn’t take long before the high washed off, and while he was still disoriented, he was already starting to feel ashamed again. Pulling back as he tried to blink away the shame. This was so humiliating, how could he cry in front of you- At least his crying stopped now.
Then he flopped back onto the mattress, turning his head to the side to hide it behind the fluffy pillow, as well as using the back of his palm to cover his face. A few minutes of silence passed, where he was busy shorting out his thoughts. He really did that kind of thing… with an inexperienced brat like you… “a-are we done now?” Once he was certain he could speak coherently again, he spoke up. “Well…” in the meantime, you’ve spread his legs apart and used the cum-covered hand to reach to his backside. “…it’s time for me to have some—“
Before you could end your sentence, you noticed him drifting off to a peaceful slumber. “Kokushibo? Hey, kokushibo??” You rubbed his cheeks, wondering if he really just passed out like that. “…hah!” You couldn’t hold back your laughter, one orgasm and he’s knocked out cold? Hilarious. “I told you to build up some endurance, old man.”
Hi , i hope your doing well , i had a little idea of fluff hc abt muichiro , it would be about how he would react to the reader casually kissing him on the cheek / lips ? Thank you for reading , have a good day 🙌
Yes, the request is really cute and thank you! I've been alright and i hope ur doing well too. <3 I redid my blog theme again LOL
Muichiro Reacts To Being Kissed Headcanons
༄ Genre: Fluff
༄ Summary: How Muichiro reacts to you kissing him randomly, as well as in different spots on his face.
Randomly:
If you kiss Muichiro randomly, he will go still for a second, then fidget with his shirt or sleeve. If it's on the lips, he'll still freeze, but he'll kiss you back shortly. Muichiro might act like this even if it's not random too.
On top of the head:
His reaction to being kissed on top of the head is really adorable, and being kissed on top of his head is probably his favorite spot. He'll stand on his toes to try to push his head more into your lips if that makes sense, and if you're shorter than him, he'll lean his head down.
On the cheek:
Since cheek kisses tend to be quicker, he might not realize, but he'll know something happened and his cheeks will go pink where you kissed. If he does realize, he'll blink, and then hold your hand or fidget with your fingers. He'll be a bit flustered. His cheek would be a bit squishy beneath your lips, since he's only 14.
Forehead:
Similar to cheek kissing, but he likes forehead kisses a bit more.
Tip of the nose:
He'd get a bit confused and squint like an angry kitten. After he processes it, he'll get embarrassed and stare off into space. He might hold your hand.