I have been thinking about camboy!takemichi for weeks and i need to get these thoughts out before i forget.
TW/CW: MINORS DNI, use of sex toys, dick piercing, mommy kink, overstimulation, dumbification, humping, pegging, fem dom, dubious consent, and slight Tokyo Rev manga spoilers.
Camboy! Takemichi x Female!Reader
If anything needs to be fixed in the tags please tell me! And sorry for any typos this was barely proof read 😞
Word Count: 1678
Camboy! Takemichi who needs to find a different source of income, his job at dvd shop isn’t paying him enough and his landlord is only giving him two more weeks to pay rent.
He’s too embarrassed to go to his friends and ask them for help so he looks for different options. Nothing stands out to him until he goes on Twitter later in the day, one of his favorite...artists is promoting their Only Fans and cam-sites, that’s when it clicks. It all seemed easy, he could just make a video and post it on one of these sites, and someone would pay to see it.
Camboy! Takemichi who makes a new Twitter account to post a test video to see if anyone likes what he’s willing to put out. It’s a 2-minute video of him stroking his fat cock, it’s embarrassing the way he moans and whines into the mic, desperately bucking up into his hand. A cute piercing gets covered in his cum while he twitches in his hand. He has to turn off his notifications when he finally posts the video, not wanting to see any comments but he’s pleasantly surprised a few hours later. A ton of people in the comments and retweets asking for his site or Only Fans and he rushes to make an account.
Camboy! Takemichi who struggles with taking pictures and videos, people are sending him money and tipping him so much, that he feels disappointed in himself for having such amateur shots.
He practices different poses and camera setups before he gets the perfect angles. He’s so fucking slutty that his viewers can’t believe that he just started out, he wears a face mask that covers the lower half of his face. He even opens up a P.O. box because people want to send him stuff! He wears the pretty lingerie or the exposing costumes with a bright blush from underneath his mask.
Camboy! Takemichi who finally gets to move out of his shitty apartment and gets to move into a nice apartment complex, he doesn’t have to worry about rent as long as he spends his money wisely. His friends are so proud of him and they wonder what his new job is! He just laughs it off and changes the subject, he trusts them but he doesn’t want anyone finding those videos he makes.
Camboy! Takemichi who tries sex toys for the first time after a fan sent him some, is a mess the entire time he preps himself but the pings that signal tips coming through only encourage him to keep going. The first time he uses a dildo and a vibrator, the stream ends up being an hour longer than it was supposed to. The poor thing nearly passed out from overstimulation. His eyes rolled back, cheek pressed up against the mattress and his hand tried to push the bright pink toy deeper as he mindlessly babbled.
Black curls sticking to his sweaty forehead and his sensitive cock shooting out blanks. He smiled dopily through his mask after saying goodbye and turning off the stream. He was sore for the next few days but it was worth it. Being able to take his friends out for dinner and cover the bill, being able to pay rent on time— actually having the motivation to clean up his apartment. This was great. He loved his new job.
Camboy! Takemichi who starts talking to other creators idly, he mainly does it because he has no one else to talk to. He doesn’t expect to actually form a connection with you. You two start texting almost every day— you even trade numbers! No one’s seen Takemichi smile this much in a long time.
Takemichi didn’t think he would find anyone who would want him after he and Hina split. She seemed like the only person willing to deal with him..to be able to handle everything that came with him. Yet talking to you felt refreshing, not to mention how you always comforted him whenever he stressed over minuscule things. He couldn’t help but run to you every time, you always had an answer. You would take him out to lunch, go shopping with him— help him run errands, anything to ease his mind.
You were so sweet, so gentle with him. Something he needed after everything he went through, trying to fix everyone's problems— never getting to fix his own. You didn’t know the entire story..he dulled down a lot of things so you didn’t think he was insane but you still understood. You stayed up on the phone with him whenever he had a nightmare— sometimes you would even come over if things got especially bad.
You’d let him cry and cry until he eventually lulled himself to sleep out of pure exhaustion. When he woke up he was pleasantly surprised to see you still with him, a blush rising from the back of his neck to his cheeks when he saw how close you two were. He was practically tucked into you, your chin resting on his head while his face was buried in your chest, one of his legs tossed over yours while the other was bent towards his chest. He could get used to this.
Camboy! Takemichi who shyly asks you to join him on stream months later. You two only grew closer as time passed and you happily obliged, under certain conditions, you would be in charge. He had no problem handing the reins over to you for the night. He didn't expect to have cum this much in the last two hours, you really knew how to work magic— your eyes focused on him the entire time but moving so smoothly for the camera.
The only time you looked away was to read comments and thank people for tips since he could barely even talk with babbling. He lets out pathetic moans for his “mommy”, begging you to let him cum again and again.
Camboy!Takemichi who has his cheek pressed up against the mattress while you fuck him, desperate whines and moans escaping his lips as he begs for you to fuck him harder. He’s so close and he just needs you to brush up against that sensitive spot one more time. Your hand is wrapped around his sensitive cock, stroking slowly to match each of your thrusts while he grips the white sheets under you two.
Camboy! Takemichi whose whines quickly turn to tears while you suddenly pull out to try a new position with him. You lay back and he crawls into your lap, his eyes trained on your lips as you tell him to set his own pace and cum like a good boy while he rides you. He doesn’t think twice before sinking down onto your strap, his legs and arms shaking as he starts to move, every now and then you give a small thrust upwards that makes his entire body shake and writhe with pleasure.
He leans down and pulls you into a kiss, his thoughtful bouncing mow turned to desperate humping as he chases his high, cumming for the nth time and going lax against you.
Camboy!Takemichi doesn’t let you clean up right away, he pushes you against the bed before you can turn off the stream and nestles between your thighs. You’ve been taking care of him all night but you haven’t gotten off at all. He can't stand the thought of leaving you unsatisfied so he takes matters into his own hands.
His shaky hands push your lacy panties aside, his mouth practically watering like a starved man when he sees your pussy up close. God. You’re fucking beautiful in every aspect— he wants to scream. He never thought he'd be this lucky.
Camboy! Takemichi who makes the stream hours linger than it should’ve while he gets pussy drunk off eating you out. Your legs resting on his shoulders as he relentlessly sucks on your sensitive clit, his fingers working you open— curling inside of you. He’s not sure how many times you’ve cum but he can't get enough. The more you pull on his hair trying to get him to stop the more he wants to keep going.
He only moves his head away when he decides that he has to fuck you. His mind is blank with your slick dripping down his chin as he abruptly turns off the stream, closing his laptop and tossing the webcam aside before he’s in between your thighs again. He’s lining up his fat tip to your entrance and your whining for him to fuck you already.
Camboy!Takemichi pushes in real slow and takes your hands in his, pressing his body up against yours while he fucks you in a haze. Breathy moans escape both of your lips as you get lost in the moment. His hands only leave you so he can reach down and rub your sensitive clit, hooded eyes focused on you as you cum for the nth time that night. He cums one more time inside of you before pulling out and collapsing onto the bed next to you.
The two of you take a while before Takemichi gets up, going to his bathroom to run a bath and guiding you inside. He gets in with a mumbles a soft sorry and a string of apologies for taking it too far. His heart melts when all you do is smile and tell him that it's okay. He hums under your touch as you run your fingers through his black curls and press a soft kiss to his lips, telling him not to worry.
Camboy!Takemichi who curls up with you in bed— after you two change the sheets, your limbs tangled together and his head resting on your chest. He couldn’t be happier in this moment as you wish him a good night and press a kiss to his forehead. Your fingers rub small circles on the small of his back until he falls asleep.
Thinking about soft...soft Sanemi. Everyone thinks he’s rough and degrading in bed when really he just wants to take care of his perfect princess when he gets home. Being a demon slayer is stressful and when he gets home he doesn’t want to pretend like he likes to be mean to you. He likes to hold your face, press soft little kisses to your face, ask how your day was and play with your hair. He’ll give your sides and thighs a playful little pinch but nothing harder than that.
He really likes being in between your legs: sucking, licking, kissing and biting gently. He holds down your hips and barely pulls away even if it’s for air, he’ll only pull away completely when you tug on hair, babbling and whimpering his name, barely able to form sentences “Nemi, Nemi..please- need a kiss, please nemi, jus’ one.” He kisses you until you're breathless and you have to paw at his chest, pushing him away with a small laugh. You’re so full of life and he loves that but it still scares him. Being in a relationship still terrifies him.
He loves you so much and it’s hard to be in a relationship. Not because he doesn’t want to be in one but because of his anxieties of something happening to you. A relationship with him wasn’t stable with him being a demon slayer and he didn’t want to let you down. He loves you, he loves you so much that it hurts everytime he has to leave for an assignment or a meeting but being a hashira wasn't all sunshine and rainbows.
He feels lucky and grateful to know that he’ll come home and you’ll always be there, waiting for him, happy to talk about his day and how work was for you.
18+ only minors, ageless, & blank blogs do not interact.
wc 1.3k
warnings not sfw, unprotected sex, punishment (spanking, clit slapping, degradation), slight bimbo reader, brat taming, and because i like it, draken smokes cigarettes
notes gift for jes pes aka @animemenapologist!! the biggest draken fucker i know also this is the position but draken is standing bc he's big and strong and so so sexy i want him
nothing on the brain, just brat tamer draken and his bimbo gf <3
draken with a pretty, airheaded little thing like you just makes sense okay like he's sooo whipped - listens to you babble on for hours and hours, loves the little fashion shows you put on for him after you've been on a shopping spree. he'll wrap you in his jacket, throw you over his shoulder and carry you home, your heels in his hand when you complain about your feet being sore, whine about how cold you are (he told you to bring a jacket, told you not to wear those shoes but you never fuckin' listen)
he just loves his stupid little girlfriend, he really does, loves your silly outfits and thinks it's endearing how naive you are, too dumb to notice when someone is trying to get in that mini skirt of yours - thank god you have your big, strong boyf to watch out for you ("my girl can wear what she wants because i can fight" was about draken btw)
it takes a whole fuckin' lot to push him too far, he's usually so patient and sweet with you i mean Ken literally treats you like you hung the fuckin moon for god's sake but even he has has limits (and you know them well). sometimes he gets tired of the mindless chatter, the gossip, the needy antics - always so desperate for his attention. and the attitude, my god - you're acting like a child, he likes to remind you.
it's times like those he'll make you take his whole fuckin cock, pound you until you're cross-eyed.
"c'mere" you watch your boyfriend lower the cigarette from his lips with a puff of smoke and at the nod of his head, a gesture for you to walk over, you wince.
It's his tone - one he doesn't often take with you. It's cold, reserved for times you've really pushed him too far and you swallow drily, silently come to terms with what'll happen next. Accept whatever punishment he's planned with a shiver. You're fucked.
Maybe it was the dress you'd adorned yourself in - not exactly inconspicuous in the way you'd flaunted the teeny scrap of black silk around the bike shop. A triple threat accentuating the most immodest places, some of his favorite places, with it's too-short hem and criss-crossed spaghetti straps leading to the low, low dip in the back. It was a pretty little number that had his jaw on the floor when you'd first shown it to him, had him fucking you in the dressing room with a broad hand covering your mouth.
Maybe it was the lack of panties underneath. Or the way you'd pouted when he hadn't dropped everything to come fawn over you, his angel. Or the snarky little comment you'd fired back when he'd leaned down to grip your chin harshly, warned you to knock it off before straightening back up and returning his attention to the customer in front of him.
Maybe it was the glimpse of your bare cunt he'd caught with the sway of your hips, manicured nails pulling at the material, lifting it just enough, a flirty glance thrown over your shoulder (the one you'd accidentally allowed the strap of your dress to slip from) with a wink.
"palms on the wall." You obey.
You know better than to argue, to try and fight back. You're better off turning around and bending over, bracing yourself against the brick. He leans over you, hand placed above yours, so big that you feel him all over, all warmth and hard muscle pressed against you. Any comfort, any feeling of safety you'd normally derive from his body draped over yours now replaced with a sinking feeling of dread.
Ken can be so mean when you test him, when he lets his patience run out and he takes his frustration out on you. It isn't often he has to teach you a lesson, harsh enough to stick with you for days and weeks.
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Warm hands run up the back of your thighs, over the curve of your ass, dragging the silk of your dress up around your waist and pushing against your spine until he's satisfied with the arch of your back.
His hand comes down hard against the soft skin of your ass, enough to send you jolting forward with a whimper and you know the sting will be present in every attempt to sit down in the coming days, red tattooed across your skin in the shape of his palm. Another smack, then another. You lose count.
You whine a little and your thighs press together. It's hot in the shop, sweat trickling down the curve of your spine but it's nothing compared to the wet, sticky mess between your thighs. You're starting to throb.
"what's wrong baby? where'd that bratty fuckin' attitude go, huh?"
The tips of his fingers skim through your soaked cunt, not enough pressure to even part your folds to make way for his touch - then across the crease of your thighs to your other cheek - silky, unmarked. The same treatment - blow after blow until his palm burns and tears run freely down your face.
Draken continues until he's satisfied, placating by your begging and the heat radiating from your abused bottom and the slick dripping from your slippery cunt. He's sure it'll bruise, landing one final smack.
You're being lifted in his arms before your brain has time to catch up, back pressed to his chest, toned forearms slung under your knees. His cock, freed from his shop uniform (a pair of overalls covered in god-knows-what - you try not to think about it), presses into your cunt and you do as instructed, angling the tip to your greedy little cunt.
Takes hours of prep to take him all and he fucking knows it - makes it extra mean when he pulls you down on him, drops you to the hilt in one go, splitting you open without giving you the stretch of his fingers, letting you feel his tongue lap at your cunt until you're nice and sloppy and relaxed for him, ready for his thick, heavy cock.
Ken groans when he sinks into you, feels the warmth of your insides, extra tight in this position. It drives him insane every time - how you feel wrapped around him, how difficult it is to bully his cock past your entrance and how hard your body struggles to make room for him once he's fully inside because god is he big - he knows it, you know it - and he's always surprised your little cunt can take it all.
Your eyes roll up. It's so good, the way he hits so deep you feel it in your throat and his cock punches against your cervix. Slick dribbles out around the thick shaft driving into you with loud, wet squelches, so forceful your mind goes blank.
"like being treated like this? go on baby, make a mess on my cock. you wanna cum? earn it." He sets a hard pace, bounces you on his cock like a ragdoll to repetitive little hiccups of "ken!", strong arms wrapped under your knees, both his hands braced behind your head, blunt nails scraping against your scalp.
"show me what you're fuckin good for, both know it's this sloppy" - slam - "fucking" - slam - "cunt." - slam.
Every inch of your body stiffens, clenches as your vision, then your mind, goes blurs out to fuzzy white. You reach behind you, fingers digging into his muscular shoulder, fighting for something to cling to as you slip down, going limp in his unwavering hold and he fucks you through your high with another few shallow thrusts.
You're panting, senses clouded over in a pleasant fog and the vibration against your back is the only indication you have that he's speaking - "went easy on you this time, can't resist you in that stupid little dress."
Also if you ever gonna make another taiju thirst you can have taiju saying amen before the dinner table bc he is religous but the only meal he is eating is you splayed ontop of the table 😩🍆🤲
Grace.
Pairing: Taiju Shiba x F! Reader (18+)
CW: Biting, Breath Play, Choking, Cunnilugus + Face Riding, Kissing, Male Masturbation + Ejaculation, Nipple Play, Religious Praying, Slight Dacryphilia & Sadism, Smidgen of Fluff, (1) Spank, Spiting/Spit Kink, Squirting, Subtle Punishment, Penetration Talk, Vaginal Fingering. Taiju & Reader are Married. Minors & Ageless Bios/Blogs DNI!
Word count: 3.0k (HELP I GOT SO CARRIED AWAY)
A/n: YOU’RE SO BIG BRAINED TOSHII DHAHDHAVX. I know you sent something before this ask, but I just couldn’t hold back from finishing this literal fic- I mean thirst first. *hides* Taiju (eventually) eating out his wife on the dinner table below the cut.
“Thank you, God…” Taiju leans in closer, murmuring by your ear as his cheek pressed against yours. “Thank you for wealth and success. Thank you for blessing us with a house. Thank you for blessing me with a beautiful wife despite my wrongdoings in the past.”
You sit quietly, listening to your husband decompress and express gratitude. You knew better than to interrupt him as he said his routine grace. It was his way of winding down from a stressful day at work— and it was beneficial every time. He finds peace through this; deciding to give thanks no matter how his day ends.
He did the usual before you started dinner and he went to shower; lifted you up on the granite countertop with little effort; kept his eyes closed as he stood between your parted legs; placed both hands on your hips, slightly squeezing them tighter whenever he started to talk about you.
And you always did your part by welcoming him back home; allowing him to snatch you away from whatever you were in the midst of doing— as long as you were in the mood for him to do so.
It always started as something innocent, something sweet, something pure. You always support your husband in the best way you know how— and he does the very same for you as his wife.
But soon enough this time, things would quickly escalate— escalate beyond your control. All because Taiju decided to carry you from the kitchen to the center of the dinner table.
You didn’t question it aloud, but you still wondered why he decided to do something different today. Even so, you go with the flow— Taiju would soon be done within a few more seconds.
“She’s more than I could ever ask for,” his teeth softly nip at your earlobe. “She’s fuck- I mean perfect. She’s perfect. Amen.”
Oh shit.
You turn your head to the other side, hiding your face as you purse your lips.
Don’t laugh. Don’t laugh. Don’t laugh.
But the more you repeat it in your head, the more you feel compelled to do it. You couldn’t hold it back anymore; a small laugh eventually escaping past your lips.
Taiju kisses his teeth and moves his head from your ear to face you, the y-shaped vein on his forehead capturing your attention. Immediately, you clamp a hand over your mouth— eyes widening as you realize your slip.
“You find that funny?” a hand travels upwards from your hips, his fingertips deliberately ghosting over a hardened nipple through your silk shirt. His fingers reach their destination on your throat— the pads of his fingertips lightly squeezing at your pulse.
Things were starting to escalate.
“N-no,” you close your eyes, tilting your head back to expose more of your neck to him. “It's not funny.”
Taiju has you just where he wants you; your nails lightly scraping at the polished wood beneath your palms; the heat in his hold making your throat warmer; your breaths quickening as his grasp gets firmer.
“You’re in trouble now,” his other hand comes up to seize your jaw, fingers squishing your cheeks together. “Open your mouth.”
You obey, eyes opening to meet him as your lips part. He keenly watches your every move after that; the way your tongue seductively circles the outline of your lips; the way your tongue accumulates spit before you loll it out for him; the way your saliva steadily drips down to the tip of your tongue.
“C’mere,” Taiju brings his mouth to yours, pursing his lips as a sizable amount of spit hits your awaiting tongue. “Not laughing now, huh?”
You swiftly swallow without delay, the mess in Taiju’s boxer briefs only getting messier at the sight. The amount of pre-cum oozing from his tip starts to become apparent— a tinted spot on his grey pants growing larger by the minute.
“You’re right,” you bring your hand up to the wrist near your chin. You lick the dip in his hand between his thumb and index finger, slyly grinning as he watches you with parted lips. “Not funny at all.”
“Apologize to me,” his thumb soothingly rubs from right to left on your bottom lip, smearing some of your saliva on it. He knew what he was doing; tempting you to draw his digit into your mouth and suck on it.
“I’m sorry Taiju,” you murmur with lidded eyes.
“That’s it?” he briefly pushes his thumb inside of your mouth, retracting it when your tongue makes contact. “That’s all you have to say?”
“It was rude of me and I won’t do it again.”
Taiju smirks as he brings himself to your ear once more, the hand on your chin dropping to your ass. He abruptly squeezes a globe of flesh before resting his hand on it.
“Good girl,” he says in a hushed voice, readjusting his grip on your throat. “Cause the next time you pull a stunt like that, I might end up fucking you so hard, I break this table. And this table is expensive, angel… who do you think will have to replace it?”
“You would,” more heat rushes to your face and neck as your thighs instinctively attempt to clench together— several throbs from your clit causing you to shamelessly grind against his front. Taiju could never deny it even if he tried; you’re irresistibly sexy. And to top it off, you’re all his.
His cock couldn’t stop pulsating from the contact. The second he left his restaurant and got in his car, this very moment was all that he anticipated after he’d decompress.
“Right,” he brings his mouth close to yours, his heated gaze fixated on your plush lips. “Don’t provoke me if there’s a next time. I won’t hold back.”
“No promises,” you cup his jaw with one hand, the other clutching the back of his head. You pull him in, connecting your opulent lips with his soft ones.
The hand on your ass starts to grip and squeeze your cheeks harder, pressing you more into his bulge. You attempt to lift your legs at his hips, feebly locking them around him by your ankles.
Taiju’s lips slant over the entirety of your mouth, his tongue greedily sucking onto yours. You struggle to keep up— eventually permitting him to have his way with your lips and tongue.
As your husband’s teeth softly nip at your bottom lip, the hand placed on your throat drops to the front of his slacks. He chucks his belt, quickly hauling his zipper open before he was left in his boxer briefs. He recaptures your lips, his hand simultaneously returning to your throat again.
You can’t contain your high levels of titillation; your fingers frantically popping the buttons on his dress shirt. You feel him smile against your lips before he pulls away. He shrugs the white material off before his hands pull at the hem of your tank top.
You lift your arms as he slides the loose silk over your head, throwing it in the direction of his pile of clothes. Your husband could never grow tired of the sight in front of him; your hardened nipples no longer constrained by a layer of clothing; your chest slightly heaving as you catch your breath; your lips wet and swollen from him biting and sucking on them.
Taiju was brawling with his self-control in his mind. The urge to drag you down to your knees and use your throat at his disposal was starting to grow unbearable.
His gaze was starting to burn through your skin, making your hands grow clammy as they lay planted on the table beneath you.
You could tell what was on his mind. You prepare to get down, but Taiju’s hands gently grip your inner thighs— keeping you in place.
“Stay there,” he brings himself to your neck, lazily dragging his lips and nose against your skin. “I put you here… so I’ll be the one to take you off.”
He was slowly breaking you down; piece by piece; bit by bit. You’d soon forget what you were thinking about thirty seconds ago.
Your eyes flutter shut and you sink your teeth into your bottom lip, bringing both hands to cradle the back of his head.
What was I thinking about again?
“Mm,” you shrug off the thought, relishing the feelings of your husband's soft lips against your skin. “Ah.”
A cocky smile comes across his lips as he continues to kiss along your collarbone and neck. There was nothing wrong with Taiju kissing your body as he pleases— you always adored the feeling.
It was just the way he did it that inevitably had you leaning into his touch; your mind engrossed in the feeling of his teeth nibbling all over your neck.
And you regularly had to wrestle with your thoughts so that you could pull yourself together again.
You need to make dinner.
“W-wait, let me get off the table first,” your hands travel to his shoulders, nails lightly digging into the skin over his deltoids. “You still haven’t eaten dinner.”
You readjust your legs around his hips, the heels of your feet pressing into his lower back. You’ve prepared yourself for Taiju to pick you up, but he doesn’t help you— deciding instead to lift his head and talk in your ear.
“Thank you for the reminder, angel,” the hands on your thighs sliding up to the waistband of your shorts, pulling them down. He flings them across the floor— another addition to the pile. “I’ll be enjoying it now.”
You can feel yourself slipping away again as Taiju’s hands return to your thighs, prying them open with ease. With his eyes glued on the wet spot, he smirks, slowly lowering himself to his knees.
“Babe? I need to—”
“Our Father, who art in Heaven,” Taiju closes his eyes, blindly sliding your panties down your legs. You can’t stop yourself from letting him do it either. You enable it by elevating your hips, making it easier for him to finally have you fully naked. “Hallowed be thy name…”
Oh.
You’re trapped now. Just when you thought that your husband was done, he seemed to have something else in mind… or maybe this was his goal all along.
He was giving grace for a meal you didn’t even have the chance to make yet— or at first, you thought the dinner had to be made first.
“Thank you for providing the meal I’m about to eat,” he lubricates his lips, licking them as he inches closer to your cunt. “Amen.”
“This isn’t- ah, ah—”
“Don’t be disrespectful,” he mutters through harsh licks, yet you can still comprehend. “You know I didn’t ask.”
“S-sorry I—”
“You wanna get punished?” he encloses his lips around your clit, rigorously sucking the bundle of nerves. “Huh? You want that?”
“Tai—!” you jerk your hips at the electrifying feeling, subconsciously humping his mouth and nose. You throw your head back and your jaw falls slack as a result— a silent moan escaping your throat as your fingers rake through his semi-slicked back hair. “Fuck yes…”
Taiju’s hand slides up your body, seizing a nipple between his index finger and thumb. He rolls the nub before squeezing it; earning himself a strained moan from you.
His cock twitches and throbs at the sound; a new bead of pre-cum forming at the tip of his reddened head.
He couldn’t ignore the desire of his cock being engulfed by your tight walls; couldn’t ignore the desire to wrap his large hand around the girth of his cock as he savored your taste.
He was (more than) enjoying this moment; your hopeless body sprawled on the expensive table; legs resting on his shoulder; sounds escaping your mouth that only he could bring out of you.
He was (more than) impressed at this moment. He was proud of you for remembering about dinner— even as his lips invaded your neck earlier. He was proud of you for giving in to your wants instead of fighting them.
Taiju could feel you getting into it more by the way your grip on his hair tightened with every stroke of his tongue. He was beginning to feel generous, smirking as his rough licks softened and decreased in frequency— granting you permission to use his tongue however you please.
“Hey,” you swallow, chest heaving. “What’re you—”
“You know what to do, angel,” he flattened his tongue against your core before freeing his cock of its confinement.
His words had such an effect on you, that you didn’t even know where to begin. Did you really know what to do?
You start off slow; ensuring the end of every jerk of your hips is exaggerated. You gradually increase the pace at which your hips are moving— an electric feeling suffusing through your body each time the exposed part of your clit rolls against his tongue.
You’re lost in the sensations; your husband’s name freely escaping your mouth as he kneels before you, fisting his hard cock. But even so, you still wanted more— a hand leaving his head to toy with your nipples.
You knead your breasts with care, your fingers delicately pulling and pinching at the nubs simultaneously. You could feel the pressure in your core grow unbearable; an orgasm fastly approaching as you used your husband’s tongue to your advantage.
“Fuck,” Taiju grunts, stroking himself faster to the combination of your taste and breathy moans. He was dangerously close to cumming, but he needed something to set him off— something incredibly erotic.
He briefly pulls back and you groan in frustration. What was once within arm’s-length distance, was now miles away.
“Be patient,” his thumb circles your clit as he gathers saliva in his mouth. With his eyes focused on your cunt, he slightly lifts the hood of your clit before spitting on it— mentally cursing as it steadily trickles to your slit.
He was hanging by a thread the whole time you rode his face. He had multiple urges to push you down flat against the table— both hands around your neck as he plunges into your wet tight hole, gaping it to snug his girth. That thread eventually snapped once you clenched around nothing, drawing some of his spit into your cunt.
“Good girl,” he presses his nose and mouth back into your cunt, grunting as spurts of cum paint the floor below you white. Taiju recovers quickly, his tongue darting out to flick against your engorged clit.
“This won’t do,” he stands to his feet. “Let’s get you on all fours.”
Taiju supports you as you flip over, your incapacitated limbs making you waver— even as you prop yourself up on your elbows and forearms.
He pries your cheeks apart with two large palms, mouth salivating at his fresh view of your cunt. He licks the contour of your labia before using the tip of his tongue to repeatedly jab at your entrance— his cock hard all over again from the addictive taste.
“You must want me to fuck this pussy raw now, huh?” he kisses down your slit before licking his way back up. “You’re shaking, you know that?”
“Hurry up and—” you moan through gritted teeth, dropping your head to the table upon the entry of his middle finger.
“If I try to fit two inside,” his ring finger rubs against the underside of your clit. “My dick might get jealous.”
You whimper in response, fingers reaching for the edge of the table to cling onto. Taiju licks his lips, palming his cock at the loud squelches of his finger stimulating your walls.
“I wish you’d just put it in already,” you squeeze the wood between your fingers tighter. “I know you’re hard.”
“Shh,” his hand comes to your throat, slightly tilting your head back. “I took care of it.”
He wasn’t exactly telling a whole lie. Yes, he did stroke himself as he ate your pussy like a parched man. Yes, he did get off from doing so— your cunt sucking in his spit being what tipped him over the edge.
But now he was hard all over again— as if jerking off was only beneficial at that moment.
“I’m gonna cum,” you whisper, voice desperate as your palms grow sore from squeezing the table too hard. “Put it in— please.”
“You’ll take whatever I give you,” a palm collides with your rear, making you clench around the thick digit thrusting inside of you. “If you don’t like it, then don’t cum— simple.”
“You’re not…” you pant as his grip on your neck tightens. “Playing fair.”
“How many times are you gonna use that line?” he grins, continuing to ream your wet hole as his fingers brush against your ass. “You don’t get tired of asking the same question, angel?”
“Just— oh my gosh,” your eyes water as his finger hits a sweet spot. “It’s there— right there.”
“Yeah?” he bites his lip, feeling your tears trickle down his fingers. “Right. Here?” he roughly plunges into you with each word before returning to a fast pace.
“Be careful,” a hushed moan vibrates the back of your hand, Taiju’s finger still pumping into your sopping heat. “I’m gonna cum.”
He wedges his bottom lip between his teeth, watching your release drip to the floor— relishing the way your walls frequently squeeze his finger as if it were his cock.
You slowly drop your hips as Taiju withdraws his finger. Your back’s arch becoming dull; your chest heaving as you steadily come down from your high. You lowly groan and wipe your teary eyes, hearing (what sounds like) your husband sucking his finger clean.
“I’ll get takeout, so don’t bring your stubborn ass to the kitchen to make dinner,” he helps you turn over again before picking you up bridal style. “Let’s get you showered.”
“You know the drill,” your arms and eyelids grow heavy. “Be—”
“Be your pillow,” Taiju finishes your sentence with a smirk, pecking your clammy forehead. “Yeah, I got it, angel.”
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Manjiro “Mikey” Sano x GN!Reader, Hanma Shuji x GN!Reader, Taiju Shiba x GN!Reader, Kisaki Tetta x GN!Reader
TW/CW: 18+, MINORS DNI, MINORS DNI, yandere characters, manipulation, gaslighting, mentions of suicide, threatening suicide, isolation [if I missed any tags please let me know and I will fix it!]
WORD COUNT: 2764
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Manjiro “Mikey” Sano
For starters you have to do something to catch this guy's attention, even if it’s something small, the second his eyes land on you he automatically thinks you two belong together. Maybe it’s when you're all younger and you tell off middle schoolers for trying to bully a friend of yours. He’s instantly interested and enamored. You’re so pretty and brave, he approaches you with a bright grin and states that you two will be friends, there’s no really denying him, you’ll be his friend whether you like it or not. He doesn’t take no for an answer.
Jokingly said “mikeyssignificantothersayswhat” one day and felt his heart beat faster than usual when you responded with “what?”
As the years go by Mikey will slowly become more possessive, with everything that’s happened, all the death and violence he had to witness he felt the need to protect you. If he wasn’t with you then someone from Toman was tailing you. Only someone he trusted like the founders or Chifuyu or Takemichi.
He doesn’t realize the strain it puts on you when you go to hang out with friends. When you do bring it to his attention, he doesn’t care, if they were really your friends then they would understand your circumstances. He would convince you to cut them off (or do it for you if you disobeyed him), you don’t need them! You only need him and Toman. The years continue to go by and he refuses to let you go. He feels as though if he lets you live on your own you’ll be hurt, he loves you too much for that. He’s seen too many people get hurt because he loved them and he refuses to let that happen to you.
If he’s not with you then you’re in your room, if you’re not in your room then you’re in his office, if not the office then the kitchen. If he’s not around then there are always guards with you, they barely speak to you, on Mikey’s orders, he doesn’t want any of them getting the wrong idea and flirting with a pretty little thing like you.
Mikey is the isolating, obsessive and dependent type. If you try to tell him what he’s doing is wrong, flood gates will arrive. He never wants to hurt you but he needs you. He felt like he would die, break at the seams if you ever left him or died. The pain is too much for him and he knows he wouldn’t be able to handle it.
“I can’t live without you, you’re the only thing keeping me alive baby. The only thing I’ve got left.”
His face was red, office a mess and everything flipped or broken, you standing in the center of it. You flinched and held back tears as he begged for you to stay with him, holding a gun to his head and squeezing his eyes shut. His finger was hovering over the “I can’t..I can’t fucking do this. Can’t do this without you please. Please don’t leave me.”
There was a part of you that wanted to let him do it. Let him kill himself in this moment and walk out like he meant nothing to you but you couldn’t, even if you didn’t love Mikey the way he wanted you to love him, you still cared. You couldn’t break away from him no matter how hard you tried or wanted to. Instead you walked over to him, one warm hand on his face while the other shakily pulled the gun out of his grasp, tossing it aside as he clung onto you. Mikey let out sobs against your chest, on his knees, clinging onto you and thanking you as you hugged him back.
“Mikey, I’ll never leave, I’m sorry. We’ll be okay. It’s okay, I don’t need anyone but you.”
Shuji Hanma
Like Mikey you have to do something to get him interested, even if you don’t think it’s something that great, to him it is. If you can’t pique his interest then he won't put time into following you home, figuring out your schedule, where you work, your college classes and things you don’t like. When you do catch his attention, he introduces himself, makes himself seem like a nice business man. He pulls a few strings and asks for Kisaki to buy out the company you work for, that’s the day he realizes how much he loves seeing you cry, without the job you had you wouldn’t be able to pay tuition.
He sat with you in the cafe, listening to you cry about how you were fired, you didn’t understand. He simply nodded along as he feigned concern and bought you coffee with a pastry. Hanma was glad that he had a Kisaki as a friend when you mentioned that your rent had suddenly been raised as well and you weren’t sure if you would be able to afford it anymore. This was perfect, he could be your savior in this moment and that’s exactly what he was
You moved into him, it was so easy, you were so easy! He had you turn from a part time student with a stable job to a full time, online student who was completely dependent on him. You were so pretty and such a good significant other! Even though you had no solid income except for the money that he gave you for breakfast or clothes and you didn’t save it, he told you not to and you mindlessly listened. He loved you, he really did in his own cruel and twisted way! He never let the facade break, sometimes there were days where he would lose his patience with you and rub his tattooed hand over his face. He had done so much. You weren’t gonna leave him. You were never going to leave him.
He could go from sickeningly sweet to cold and demanding. He passed it off as he was stressed from work. What he was really stressed from was your annoying family and friends. Why couldn’t they take the hint and leave you two alone? Your friends were the most annoying. It was easy to have them removed just as it was easy to pay off your family so they would stop asking so many questions.
If you ever do try to leave him, he’ll throw you into the basement of his house. You two had something good going on and you’re the one who decided to ruin it by taking advantage of his generosity. Maybe you were too good to be true but he put so much time and effort into getting you to stay with him. He didn’t care about the money he blew through but he would make it seem like that since you had nothing and he had everything. You weren’t leaving the basement until you were good for him.
“Stop crying. You earned this baby. I gave you everything and you had the nerve to call me a dick? Just cause you were mad about something that wasn’t even my fucking fault. Darling. You have another thing coming to you.” He crooned out leaning down to where you were chained against the cold bed, deft fingers brushing hair out of your face and running over your bottom lip, dragging it down as he stared at you through the top of his glasses.
You finally stopped crying, he was a bit disappointed, he expected more waterworks when he came down here. Maybe that would have put him in a better mood, you were so pretty when you cried: eyes glassy, lips parted and nose flushed as you tried to choke back tears. So sensitive so you were never able to but there seemed to be a shift. It seemed as if you finally learned your lesson but he couldn’t be too sure.
“You gonna be good now? Gonna be grateful that I took you in, I just want what’s best for you baby so you have to tell me if you’re gonna be good or not. I don’t want you coming back to bed with me if you’re not gonna be good.”
There was a long pause. He wanted you to respond, he wanted to hear your broken voice say that you’ll be good and that you’ll listen to him. After a few minutes he got up and began to walk towards the door. His hand that had ‘PUNISHMENT’ tattooed on the back reached out for the nob, pausing when he heard your breath hitch.
“Wait. Shuji..” you croaked out, a sinister grin forming on his face as he looked back at you “M’ sorry. Please, I miss sleeping next to you. I'll be better, I promise just please bring me back up there with you.”
Taiju Shiba
Unlike Hanma and Mikey, Taiju doesn’t care if you do something big or small. If he believes that you have a pure heart or he sees you during service he wants to get to know you. He had no wife, no kids, no family. All he had was his work and religion, he wanted something more. Usually no one sat next to him during church, they were in the same row but never too close, he understood. He had a large body and a mean resting face. He didn’t expect for people to be jumping to sit with him. So imagine his surprise when you walk past him and sit right next to him, closing the gap that was usually there.
He doesn’t mean to become so obsessive. He really doesn’t. It’s just hard because you have such an amazing personality. You’re so understanding of his flaws and willing to stay with him— marry him despite knowing! The second he properly gets a taste of you on your wedding night, he’s hooked, for life.
He won't ever get physical with you whenever you get angry at him for being so possessive or obsessive over the things you do without him. He has other ways of keeping you in control, even though you work, he pays a majority of the bills. You pay for groceries only because you convinced him that you had to pay for something. He also shuts you up whenever you run your mouth too much with a kiss, everything leads to bed and the arguments are left un-talked about. If you try to bring it up again then it’ll lead to silence or angry sex, no in between.
You wouldn’t think twice about wanting to leave him, it would be so easy for him to catch you, he's bigger and stronger than you. If you do try to leave you’ll probably find him standing outside of your car or he’s in the kitchen waiting for you. Any sharp objects are locked over, how are you gonna fight a 198 cm man with a spoon? Don’t be dumb. You’re better off going to bed and acting the way you did before, if you know what’s good for you. Something about Taiju that never changed over the years was that he hated disobedience, he would never tolerate it no matter how much he loves you.
“It’s much better like this my love, you know I hate it when we fight.” He crooned, heavy hand resting on the small of your back as he led you back to bed, you were still shaking from when he grabbed you before you could leave the house.
You were terrified, you’d never seen him so angry before, the vein in his forehead was still bulging as he helped you change your clothes. He never put his hands on you like that, he was never so rough or so angry. You knew that he had a difficult past but he had changed— you thought he changed! Now you were realizing that he was just better at hiding his true nature.
Tears welled up in your eyes, you couldn’t hear him as he spoke, he was wiping your tears away. Probably trying to calm you down as he helped you into bed, you watched from where you laid on your side as he asked around the room, closing the door and locking the windows before getting into bed with you. A strong arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest and nuzzling his head into your neck, pressing a kiss against your temple.
“I love you, please don’t pull a stunt like that again, I love you too much to see you leave.”
Kisaki Tetta
ULTIMATE YANDERE! Lord this man— the second he gets his sights on you there’s no getting rid of him. No matter what you do or what connections you have. He will remove everyone from your life, making you completely dependent on him. Until you know nothing but being his pretty significant other. Keeps you around the gang, you’re always perched on his lap or sitting on the couch in his office. If you aren’t with him then you’re at the condo and Hanma was with you. Don’t bother asking Hanma for help. He thinks this is all really cute and funny to watch.
No one will help you no matter how much you beg and plead, you have nothing but Kisaki. What are you gonna do exactly if you do leave? Go to the cops? With what evidence, he never laid a hand on you, he had someone who did that for him. Get a job? With what experience, ever since he took you in you never worked. Get an apartment? With what money, he only let you use his cards, refused to let you one your own account. You didn’t need one as long as he was around. Go to your family? Baby they were either killed or paid off to forget all about you. So don’t try escaping. Without Kisaki you have nothing, you are nothing, you’re better off staying with him.
He loves to pamper you, dress you up and make you look good for him. You’re already so beautiful, he wants you to feel that way too. When he’s not being cold, cynical and manipulative he’s very affectionate, hand on your thigh or on your lower back. Always kisses your temple or cheek. Won’t force sex on you if you don’t want. Yes he wants you to be all his in all aspects but he wants you to trust him. If you don’t trust him then there would be no point in this.
He would never kill you or cause harm to you that would have physical or mental damage on you. A light smack, pinch or rough nudge from Hanma is enough to make you listen, Kisaki never likes going too far because he doesn’t want you upset.
“Yeah I know sweetheart, Hanma’s so mean. It’s okay. He won't do it again I promise, I won’t let him.” He tells you, he sounds so gentle and understanding, rubbing your arm from where Hanma had meanly pinched you. A sick smile painted on his face as he watched your interaction with the utmost glee.
Kisaki coaxes you into his lap, hand on your thigh and lips on your temple, he’s calming you down, you’ve been getting so overwhelmed lately. He thought about getting you a therapist, he didn’t want to believe that you needed one but your mood had been changing rapidly over the past few weeks. He walked in on your crying one day, your hands balling up the expensive fabric of his suit and begging to see your family just once. He wanted to be angry but he hated it when you cried.
Instead he comforted you before leaving to handle some business. Your teary eyes were on his mind all day and he could barely focus. When he got back to you, you were distant, Hanma complained that you didn’t eat and were ignoring him. You were moving as if you were on autopilot when he entered the move, reaching out to hug him and ask him about his day. You usually did this but not like this. Something was wrong.
He brushes those thoughts away and smiles up at you ”Why don’t we go out tonight? We haven’t been on a date in the while. How does a rooftop dinner sound, at your favorite place.”
Maybe he was delusional but he swore he could see your eyes light up slightly as you nodded and began talking about what you wanted to wear, a smile forming on his lips as he listened. Anything to make you happy.
synopsis — “He’s trying not to cum— fuck, he’s trying but your cunt swallowing his sensitive cock is the closest thing to heaven he’s ever going to get.”
Kazutora isn’t sure what he did to deserve someone like you in his life. It was a thought he had everyday— how a woman as sweet as you, as beautiful, as caring would be so sweet and doting on someone like him. Everything about you had his heart go crazy, triggering the butterflies in his tummy and the clammy palms that couldn’t ever truly be helped no matter how many times he wiped his hand on his jeans. All of it reminded him of the few grade school crushes he couldn’t look in the eyes once upon a time. You were perfect to him in every way.
Kazutora won’t ever forget that fateful day he met you. It was a regular Tuesday evening in Chifuyu’s shop. Kazutora remembers helping Chifuyu stock the shipment of pet supplies, his eyes on the clock counting down the hours as he was feeling particularly anxious that day. The light conversation with his friend helped ease his nerves for a bit, it also helped that the shop had been rather slow that day. That was until he got a soft tap on his shoulder and his eyes were met with you. The golden lighting bleeding into the store from the setting sun gave you such a beautiful glow. He didn’t know you but he was certain that the warm light was the color of your aura. In his mind it just made sense that somehow the energy from the sunlight somehow fed you like a plant during photosynthesis but only you got more beautiful. Kazutora remembers holding that eye contact with you for the first time, completely speechless as your lips moved but your voice wasn’t registering in his head. Everything was in slow motion from that moment on. A never ending dream that he didn’t want to wake up from.
Kazutora didn’t ever think that he would have a love or a “first time” with anyone if he was being completely transparent. He didn’t think he was exactly lovable to, well, anyone. Kazutora is self aware, he knows that he’s damaged goods. He can’t remember much of his childhood but he remembers his mother suffering from domestic abuse. It affected him more than he’s willing to admit. It wasn’t something that he liked to talk about. He went to prison at such a crucial age and had to serve his time through the years so many young people often have the most fun whether it be chasing dreams, making mistakes, or falling in love. Kazutora thought he missed out on all of it— that was until he met you.
He wanted to know how he got into the position he was right now: your naked body straddling his waist while you peppered kisses along his neck tattoo. The area still remains remarkably sensitive even today. As your lips left behind wet kisses, your hips simultaneously rocked against his hard cock. Kazutora’s hands were gripping the crisp sheets beneath him, his body squirming at your
“Touch me, please.” You whisper hotly against his ear. Kazutora doesn’t hesitate to rest his clammy on your waist.
“You’re shaking.” Kazutora can hear the smile worn on your lips through your sickeningly sweet voice. It melted into his ear canal as if it was a golden honey. He could visualize your smile perfectly. It was one of your entrancing smiles, the ones that were reassuring and comforting in a way he couldn’t fully explain. The one you gave him when he attempts to hide and suppress his pink dusted cheeks after you initiate harmless affection in public. Like when you drop by Chifuyu’s pet shop to surprise them both with homemade hello kitty bento boxes for lunch. You always greet him with a kiss on his cheek and part ways with him by a kiss. Or when you reach for his hand in the Boba shop while waiting for your orders. Kazutora always looks at you when you do, smiling when your smaller hand interlocks fingers with his and you pucker your lips in a cute manner silently asking for a kiss.
“I’m sorry.. I’m just really..” He can’t find the right words and it frustrates him. It takes him back— too far back to the dark times where he couldn’t communicate his emotions in an efficient way to cope with unhealthy, toxic, and dangerous behaviors. Kazutora doesn’t know if this is too much for him because his brain isn’t reacting as fast as he would like it to, especially now being plagued with memories from his past. He wants to communicate, he wants to so badly but he’s.. just having a hard time. It's not always easy. Kazutora feels disappointed and something similar to defeat when he gets like this. He feels like all the work he’s put in himself over the past 10 years is all put to waste when he’s not able to do something as simple as say what’s on his mind. He gets the urge to snap at the thin beige rubber band he has around his wrist, a habit he’s developed when he starts feeling big emotions he can’t quite grasp. Kazutora is suddenly craving the gentle sting of the elastic hitting the thin skin on his wrist.
“Hey, look at me.” Your brows are knitted upward in the center, concern written all over your face as you take his head into your palms, he’s not looking at you but rather the ceiling. The warmth from your hands is enveloped into the soft skin of his cheeks and somehow he feels better, more grounded. It's like your touch was a healing spell. Kazutora’s eyes trailed slowly from the ceiling to (color) irises. You spoke again. “We can stop. You know that, Kazu.. Don’t shut me out, okay?”
Kazutora shakes his head in your palms, his cat-like irises boring onto yours. You offer him a soft smile because he’s responsive but you can still see his eyes still zoning in and out of focus like he’s not fully there with you. His mind was racing, you could see it all over his face. It makes your heart ache. He's only a broken soul, but he was on his way to healing. Time was of the essence when it came to things like this and luckily you had all the time in the world for him.
“I need you to use your words, baby.” Your voice is so gentle with him. It almost feels like a language on its own when you talk to each other so intimately like this. When you two are together and looking into each other’s hearts like this, it feels like nothing else in the world matters— like there isn’t another world to worry about. A love between two being so strong that it almost feels otherworldly, like the energy wasn’t supposed to be discovered. There weren’t any words being physically exchanged but you felt him, and he felt you. “Can you do that for me? Please.”
“I..” And as Kazutora looks into your eyes that’s where he finds his peace. You are his tranquility. You’re the reason why he’s motivated to do anything really. In many ways Kazutora is envious of you. He wants to love himself as much as you love him. He wants the patience you have with him for himself. He wants to see the beauty you claim that he has everyday. Kazutora desperately wanted to see what you saw in him everyday. Just even once is okay, he wants to know what it's like loving him. Is it as great as you say it is? He doesn’t understand and he doesn’t think he ever will. He’s done horrible things in the past— things that he’ll never forgive himself for but here you are for some reason. He wonders if you’re a punishment. Something he’s blessed with that’s too good to be true, then have God or any divine being snatch you away from him when he least expects it.
“I love you and I want to feel you..” Kazutora lets out a shaky breath when he feels your thumbs softly at the skin of his cheeks. He’s suddenly aware of the given situation again from the intense aching coming from his cock that had been pressed under your weight. The only thing stopping the skin on skin contact was the thin layer of his boxers. His cock jumps when you shift the slightest bit above him. “Please, I’m begging you. Make me feel good.” He pleads softly. It sounds so good coming from him.
You waste little time trailing wet kisses down his neck, chest and past his toned stomach until you get to the elastic waistband of his boxers. Your eyes flicker up to meet his golden irises. He’s looking down at you with lidded eyes that say he’s anxious yet aroused-- almost helpless. You give him a soft smile before placing a kiss on his hip bone and your finger fingertips begin to pull down his underwear past his thighs. His cock springs free, defying gravity as it stands tall. It’s the perfect size. About six inches, a nice girth with a prominent vein running along the underside of his shaft. The tip was an angry red color, skin glistening from the smeared precum he was producing. The sight makes you squeeze your thighs, suddenly craving for it to be buried deep inside of you. Kazutora’s face is hot as he watches you fawn over his dick, your eyes wide and lips parted in delight at him. He’s impossibly turned on.
Your soft hand grabs the base of his cock making him whimper at the contact. At this point, Kazutora’s mind is running wild, no one has ever touched that part of him. No one but you.
“I’m gonna take care of you tonight, okay?” You reassure, his lips ghosting the tip of his cock. “Would you like that?”
“Yeah- yeah, I..”
“Take your time.” You say softly, giving his cockhead a kitten lick.
“I-! I would love it,” His voice strained when he felt your lips wrap around him, sucking gently. “I love everything you do to me,” He says.
“Yeah?” There’s a smile that ghosts over your lips before you purse your lips to land a glob of spit on his dick. You wrap your hand around his cock again, pumping at him slowly while you gauge his reactions.
“Do anything to me,” He’s looking up at the ceiling, his body squirming in your hand. “Tell me what to do and I'll do it because I belong to you..” He’s babbling, speaking nonsense because his cock is feeling the richest pleasure he’s experienced in a lifetime. It’s so different when other people do it compared to himself. You reposition yourself to straddle him again but this time you’re sitting on his thighs supporting your weight on the hand grabbing his shin.
“Watch, Kazu. Watch...” You say. Kazutora swore he could have died at the sight. Your glistening cunt on full display to him as you rolled your hips up and down the length of his cock. He could feel your heat and slick gliding effortlessly against his throbbing shaft. Kazutora wasn’t sure where to look. You were completely bare in front of him, showing him the most intimate and warm parts of your body to him. God, all of this was for him. It was so much to take in— every single inch of you is just simply breathtaking, Kazutora was in complete awe. He watched the way your head drew back in complete ecstasy while his hardened cock provided stimulation to your sensitive clit. The heavenly moans that escaped your lips made his cock twitch against your core, his balls clenching and relaxing with every stroke of your cunt.
Kazutora’s eyes wandered your body in what felt like slow motion—from your lips, to your graceful neck, down to your pretty collarbones, then to your breasts. They continued to move further south past the soft skin of your belly, then finally to the pussy currently responsible for his euphoria. Kazutora continued to watch as your hips raised further than they ever did— the flushed red tip of his cock prodding at your cunt. You felt him ogling you, choosing to loll your head to the side, resting on your shoulder as you looked down at the long haired man with a lazy smile.
“You feel so good, y’know that?” The smile from before never left your lips. “I’m gonna put you in now, is that okay?” You ask.
“Yeah-” He chokes out. “Yes.” Kazutora nods profusely against the fluffy silk pillow below his head.
You do the same thing as before, lining him up with your hole— making his drolly tip press into your cunt but only this time he watches his length disappear inch by inch the more you sink your weight onto him. The moan the two of you let out at the feeling of becoming one with each other is harmonious. Kazutora hasn’t felt anything quite like this before. His hand was nothing in comparison to your warm and plush cunt. Your walls wrapped tightly around his cock reminded him of a hug almost. All he can do is watch you bottom out onto his dick, your clit settling against his low trimmed bush. It doesn’t take long for you to start riding his cock like you were made for it. Kazutora’s eyes are glossed over with pleasure and need as he looks up at you, his hand massaging your tits as you fuck him.
He’s trying not to cum— fuck, he’s trying but your cunt swallowing his sensitive virgin cock is the closest thing to heaven he’s ever going to get. He isn’t sure how long he’s going to hold out much longer, his thighs are twitching, his legs are kicking and toes are curling. You know he’s close and you’re relishing in the sight below you as you bounce on his cock. Kazu’s plump lips are swollen, red and parted. You can see the slight indentation of his teeth marks on his bottom lips as he was trying desperately to keep his moans at bay. His long hair was sprawled out in all different directions on the pillow case while his cheeks were dusted heavily with a cherry red. Kazutora was so fucking pretty letting you fuck him like this. He’s so good.
“I love you.” Was all you said before he cried out in raw ecstasy.
“I’m- I’m cummi-!” He wasn’t able to finish his announcement before he felt the knot in his lower half erupt into his release. The later syllables in his sentence turn into a graphic yelp. His whole body stiffens as his balls tighten and he’s soon painting your velvety walls with his thick cum. You feel it flood your cunt, filling you up with every pump. You lean over to rest your forehead on his, the skin to skin contact of his and your chest touching felt sticky and hot, but still so good in its own right.
“Baby, I’m so close,” You whimper. “Just hold on for just a bit, okay?” He nods quickly against your forehead at your words. You two are holding the most intimate eye contact you’ve experienced yet-- fucking yourself wildly on his cock while you chased your own release. The overstimulation was being to get to Kazutora, losing his composure every time you slammed your hips on his overly sensitive cock. It felt too good.. It was too much.. It hurt but he couldn’t get enough. He wanted more. God, he never wanted you to stop. You sat up with your hands rested on his chest, your plush cunt tightening around his cock.
“Oh, fuck!” You wailed as your orgasm washed over your body. Kazutora watched you the whole time in amazement, studying your facial expressions and relishing in the way you felt contracting around him. The last waves of your high cause you to buck involuntarily. Your arms gave out and your upper body is once again resting on top of him, face resting in the skin of his neck.
You both laid there in the afterglow of your highs, your bodies regulating to their resting states as your breathing calmed down. Kazutora’s hands rubbed your back while your hand rested on the side of his face, snuggling into him harder. His cock was still buried in your pussy, essentially plugging you up so his cum stayed put. You both were happy and at peace.
“Are you okay?” You asked softly, voice slightly muffled.
currently want suna to put just the tip in and jerk himself off until he cums inside me as punishment for being a brat <3
god, he's just so mean when you act up. he's not one to warn you when you're pushing him too far, either - wants to wait until you've crossed a line just so he has an excuse to punish you. he just fuckin loves it, goes crazy for it, wants to edge and overstimulate until you're a wrecked little mess for him.
so when you follow him into the bedroom like a lost puppy and lay on your back at the edge of the bed at his command, when he pushes your thighs all the way to your chest and tells you to hold yourself open for him - you know you're about to get pounded into the mattress.
he eases himself into you with a sigh, slides the head right into your tight hole before he just......... stops
he stays like that - keeps your pretty little cunt just barely stretched open around his tip, clenching around him, trying to suck him in further - while he pumps himself with lazy strokes, ignoring the pathetic whines and the way you look up at him in confusion - eyes full of tears and bottom lip quivering because there's no way he's going to be this unfair, right? he just smirks down at you, tells you that if your greedy cunt wants more you'll have to learn how to behave.
and when he finally cums inside you? he pulls your panties back up around your hips and leaves you there without a word, even as tears roll down your cheeks and you make grabby hands for him, when you whimper his name and beg him not to leave you like this, promise him you'll be such a good girl for him, won't ever be a brat again.
you're forced to walk around all day with his cum soaking through the lace - wet, sticky mess smeared across your cunt and thighs. he doesn't have any sympathy for you either - bad girls deserve to get punished, after all.
TW: MINORS DNI, MINORS DNI 18+ only, stepcest, reader got implants, use of the word mommy, groping, teasing, face sitting, underwear sniffing, perverted natsuo, over stimulation, dumbification [If i forget anything please tell me and I’ll fix it!]
Tags: @httpxyeager & @garoswife
Also thank you @yungxinderella for elaborating/indulging with me on the fucked up Todoroki family!!
Natsuo is such a dirty pervert, ever since you started living at Enji’s place, your panties have been going missing! You know it’s him, Shoto wouldn’t steal from you and Fuyumi had her own panties! You decided to confront him one day while Enji was at work only to walk in on him fucking his fist with your panties. It made you mad! The delicate lace that you loves so much was getting ruined by his cum. What surprises you most is that fact that he doesn’t even react to seeing you! He just keeps on going while staring you straight in the eyes. You don’t know why you’re so aroused but your clenching your legs together while he’s pulling you onto his bed. Firm, calloused hands steadying you over his face, he took a sharp inhale before letting out a deep guttural moan, stroking himself faster. A mix of whimpers and grunts escaping his lips as he fucked his hand desperately. His grunts turned to moans when you slipped off your now damp panties, tossing the silky fabric aside, letting him eat you like starved man. He doesn’t stop even when you cum, just keep going and going until your mumbling and babbling like the dumb bimbo you are.
“One more.” Is all he can muster out against your gushing cunt, continuing to lap everything up, fuck his tongue into you and do the same thing to himself, he fucks himself dumb into his fist while eating you out. He was just about fuck you properly when Enji got home. You stumbled off of him, smacking his hands away and straightening out you skirt, so dumb you didn’t even bother to put on your panties, you just stumbled out to go greet your husband.
Things get worse with Natsuo when Enji buys you implants, he wanted your boobs to be bigger, to look more mommy like. You couldn’t resist him, he knew what was best for you! The only problem was the healing process, your step children were all over you, arguing over who would help you with your bandages and who would help you bathe, Natsuo being a medical major showed himself to be worthy of the one taking care of that. While your still healing he doesn’t do much but stare and actually help you take care of them but once you’ve healed he’s a menace. He gives you a ‘checkup’ whenever you come home, groping your breasts and pinching your nipples. He’s so condescending about it too, treats you like you’re stupid!
“Feels good? I bet it does, such a slutty mommy with big tits for her new kids, hm? Got these just for us? C’mon mommy let me squeeze em’ make sure you don’t have any pain. I’m the doctor here after all.” He would coo, groping your new large breasts with both hands, burrows his face in them and takes your nipples into his mouth. If he’s feeling mean he’ll bit done and listen to you fight back the urge to squeal since Shoto is in the next room studying. He fucks your new tits, and keeps stealing your panties, your step son is so perverted and mean. It’s not like you can do much after all, your just one of his dads new toys that he likes to use when he can.
This is my work for @katslutski PAWS AND CLAWS collab!
TW: MINORS DNI, 18 + only, hybrid reader (bunny ears, tail, paws), spanking, dumbification,overstimulation, use of the word ‘daddy’, face fucking, dacryphilia, gentle face slapping, breeding kink [If I am missing anything please tell me and I will add it to the tw’s]
The shelter was full to the brim. Dozens of cute cats and dogs, there wasn’t a big variation of hybrids from what Gojo could see as he walked around, he originally came for a cat hybrid but he couldn’t find one that piqued his interest. During his walk around a worker led him all the way down the hall where a figure was curled up in the corner of her cage. Her floppy ears were lowered and nose twitching at the sound of someone approaching. He watched as her head turned towards him, she had small scars littered on her legs but the rest of her body looked soft, his interest was definitely piqued now. The worker next to him didn’t seem too happy about this, he grimaced at the sight of the bunny hybrid, knowing her history and why she was all the way in the back.
“Sir if I may, there is a selection of cat hybrids near the entrance. Isn’t that what you first came here for?” His voice cuts through the silence of Gojo peering down at the cute bunny hybrid.
“I’ll take this one instead. Hm I didn’t think that I’d find a cute little bunny here, what do I need to sign?” He looked down at the worker through his sunglasses.
The worker opened his mouth to protest but soon rushed off to get the release forms due to the look that Gojo was giving him. As he rushed off for the paperwork, Gojo crouched down, tapping his hand against the cage gently. He watched with curious eyes as the bunny made sure the worker was gone before crawling over. Her floppy ears now perked up, nose twitching as she examined him and sniffed his hand that was against the cage. She seemed smart. Bunnies were typically more intelligent than other hybrids which meant that she should be fine when he left on assignments.
“Hi pretty girl, you wanna come home with me?” He asked, poking his fingers through the gaps in the cage, his finger tapping her nose gently.
Her hands shot up, he was right they were soft, she leaned closer and sniffed his finger trying to get more of an idea of the type of person he was. He smelled expensive and his fingers were warm.
“Yes. Wanna go home with you.” She muttered softly, nipping at his fingers and pawing at the cage.
She looked excited to get out as the worker came by with the paperwork. Gojo looked through everything before beginning to sign, asking the worker for a collar as he finished up. He waited patiently as the worker processed the paperwork and got out a cheap looking collar. That wouldn’t work, Gojo would just buy another one with better quality, he pushed that thought aside and smiled as she was finally let out of her cage. The worker was quite rough with her as he tightened the collar around her neck. His smile dropped and once the worker was done, he pulled the cute little bunny into his side.
“Have a good day sir and you’re welcome to return her anytime you’d like.” The worker said with a curt nod before walking off to tend to other customers.
Gojo rolled his eyes from under the glasses and led her off to his car, making sure she was comfortable before driving off towards his house, the windows were rolled down so that she could peer her little head out. Once they arrived he brought her inside and led her upstairs to wash her paws. He planned on buying her clothes online and getting a collar from a place that Nanami recommended. He wasn’t sure what he should give her to eat. Carrots? Bunnies like carrots, right? He decided to let her explore as he went downstairs to take a call.
Another assignment at the worst time possible being the strongest wasn’t easy. Luckily it was next month but why were they telling him so early in advance, he really hated the higher ups, old bastards seemed to be planning something. He tossed his phone aside with a frown and went upstairs, finding the cute bunny nose deep inside his closet, nothing was thrown or ruined but she was snooping. She was sniffing and pawing every article of clothing she could find like she was a dog hybrid or maybe she was looking for something.
“Honey bunny, I have to go out for work for the next month. I know I just got you but is that okay? I have a friend who can watch you while I go.” He cooed out from the closet doorway, laughing as she jumped from where she was. She dropped to the ground, looking up at him with big eyes as he spoke.
He crouched down in front of her, cupping her face gently, running his thumbs over her chubby cheeks. She felt warm and soft. He didn’t want to leave but he knew that he was the only person who could deal with the curse. His hands continued to wander, why would they put her in such dirty clothes. She had on a big white shirt that was torn and frayed in certain areas, there were stains from food or dirt from what he could see. He hoped they at least had the decency to give her some sort of underwear. He got up and led her to the bathroom where he ended up giving her a bath and tossing the cheap collar from the shelter into the garbage, soft hums escaping his lips as he scrubbed her clean.
Once he was done he dried her off and showed her how to put on lotion, making sure her body and face were moisturized before he brought her downstairs. He proceeded to teach her how to lock doors, heat up microwaveable meals, wash dishes, he was originally gonna have his friend come but his bunny was just so smart. She was catching on so easily she didn’t need anyone to take care of her. That’s what the rest of the day consisted of him teaching her how to do things before they had dinner and went to sleep on the couch, too tired and lazy to go to the bedroom.
For the rest of the month she gave him company through his daily routine and things he had to do for work. She tried her best to help, figuring out how to make coffee but she didn’t add any sugar, he still drank it though. He was dreading the assignment he had coming up, not because he was afraid of the cursed spirit he would investigate but because he didn’t want to leave her alone for too long. He only had her for a few weeks and she already trusted him so much. She was such a precious girl and he didn't want her hurt while he was gone. Originally his ‘friend’ was supposed to watch her, but he didn’t trust the bastard that much. By the time it was almost time for his assignment, he decided that he would let her stay in the house alone. After all, he had a good security system and could make sure that no one who wasn’t allowed would enter the house. When the next morning came by and Gojo left early after giving her a small lecture and breakfast, he left for the assignment.
He was gone for 4 days. He didn’t expect much to happen while he was gone, she learned so quickly and she figured out how to answer the phone when he called. So when he got home to his surprise, his room was trashed, he was shocked but not angry. After all he did read somewhere that bunnies could be..messy.
“Bunny? Pretty girl, where are you?” He called out while walking around the house.
He searched every room until he finally found her in the bathroom, she was in the bathtub with teary eyes, his pillow cover was tossed in in the corner and his pillow was torn up. He crouched down and pushed her hair out of her way. He tapped her twitching nose with a small frown.
“What happened pretty girl, I thought you were doing so well like a big girl.” He sighed, noticing that she wasn’t using any soap, just sitting in cold water. Her hair was clinging to her skin and she was shivering, teeth clattering together, droopy ears trying to cover her face. “Bunny. I asked you something, I’m expecting an answer, why is my room all torn up?” He asked, frown deepening as he watched her cheeks puff up.
Her head snapped to the side so she wasn’t looking at him and big tears rolled down her cheeks as her lower lip trembled, “You were gone 4 days, you said it would just be 2 days!” She cried looking back over at him, floppy ears now away from her face as she glared up at him.
Gojo tried not to laugh, covering his mouth to stifle his laughter, he smiled and pet her head gently, her cries and protests to the pets making him smile even more. “Did my pretty girl miss me? I’m sorry. I was buying some stuff for you, I got you clothes and a pretty collar.” He smiled, getting a towel, coaxing her out of the bathtub. Bunnies could be vengeful too it seemed.
She wasn’t crying but pouting and looking away as he dried her off, putting one of his sweaters on her, bringing her downstairs to see what he bought her. While she looked through the large bags he went upstairs to clean up. She really made a big mess but he was able to get it cleaned up rather quickly. He went back down and laughed at the sight of her with her head in the bag and legs on the couch. He sat with her, leaning back looking through his text messages while she looked through her gifts. As she stared at the clothing he got the box with her collar.
It was amazing quality pure leather with gold accents, it wouldn’t irritate her skin and he would be able to clean it easily. There was a small flat gold heart dangling off of it, attached by a secure chain, on the front it had her name and on the back it had his name and contact information just in case she ever got lost. He doubted that she would ever get lost, she was a smart girl, she learned quickly. Speaking of his smart girl she was now presenting her neck to let him clip the collar onto her. He tossed his phone aside and clipped the collar on, humming and grasping her chin in his hand.
“You look so precious, but I still need to punish you honey, you destroyed the bedroom and the sheets. If I didn't come home sooner you probably would’ve done the same to the living room and bathroom.” He sighed, lowering his glasses to get a better look at her.
Her eyes were wide, full in terror, floppy ears no longer perked with excitement instead lowered with fear. Her bottom lip was trembling and heat was steadily rising to her face. She looked shaken as soft sobs began to rake through her body “m’ sorry! M’ sorry master,I promise I'll be good— be good I swear! I promise I’ll be a good girl! Please don’t return me, I don’t wanna go back! It’s scary there, the workers are always so mean to me!” She cried out, hiccuping and sobbing for forgiveness.
She climbed into his lap, continuing to beg and clutch at him, even though he felt bad that she thought he was going to return her, god the sight of her tears made him twitch in his pants. Tears looked good on her, running down her chubby, flushed cheeks and her eyelashes clumping together. He rubbed her back gently and rubbed her shoulders with a sigh, adjusting her on his lap, groaning as he positioned her perfectly on top of him.
“I won’t return you pretty girl, I just need to give you a punishment, you understand that right?”
She sniffled, chest heaving as she tried to control her breathing, she nodded in understanding and wiped her tears away. She couldn’t help shed a few more tears, he thought she poked adorable all flustered and misty eyed. His bulge pressed up against her as he stood up, carrying her towards the now clean room that he fixed earlier, placing her down on the bed and sitting at the foot of the bed.
“Come, lay over my lap. It won't be a long punishment I promise.” He crooned as he took off his sunglasses and tossed them aside.
He watched with a predatory gaze as she crawled over, laying down over his lap as she was instructed on. He pushed the sweater up to her waist, looking down at the bare flesh in front of him. Soft, plump delicate skin, he would just eat her up right now if he had less self control. He rubbed his palm against her ass, his other hand reaching over to pet her gently, bringing his hand up and placing a gentle smack to her rear. He hummed in response to the small jolt her body gave in response. He continued with her punishment, his hand coming down increasingly harder each time as she squirmed and choked out apologies. After bringing his hand down 25 times, he sat her upon his lap with her shaky legs spread.
“You did so good, so good. Who’s my good girl?” He asked in a higher pitch than normal, watching with a grin as her floppy ears perked back up and nose twitched in response.
“Me-me right? M’ a good girl.” She sniffled, wiping her tears away as best as she could
“Yes you are! My best girl!” He cooed, cupping her cheeks and pressing a soft kiss to her lips, “I’m gonna give you a reward now, okay?”
She nodded and leaned into his hands, whining when one of his hands moved from her cheek. His hand trailing down to cup her dripping cunt. Long index and middle fingers spreading her puffy lips, middle finger dipping into her dripping slit, her moans and whimpers were like music to his ears as he pressed his thumb up against her sensitive clit. His other hand reached down to fondle with her breasts, alternating between the mounds as he pinched and twisted them between the perked nipples. “There you go sweet girl, like that? Like when daddy touches you?”
She could barely even respond, rubbing up against his hands and fingers, moving desperately through squeaks and whimpers. “Pretty girl, daddy needs an answer, wanna hear my good girl speak to me.” He mumbled, pinching her nipple in between his pointer finger and thumb, she jolted, letting out a cry.
“Feels good! Feels so good, thank you daddy!” She yipped out, clenching around his fingers with each jolt, eyes glossy and ready to fill with tears again.
Your little cunt was gushing, Gojo was relentless with stretching you out and groping your breasts, you weren’t sure how many times you’ve climaxed. Everything was so sensitive and he just wouldn’t stop rubbing and grabbing. His fingers were thick. Just them alone were enough to make you feel full. When he finally decided to pull his fingers out of you, he nudged them into your mouth and you sucked on command.
It felt weird to taste yourself, swirling your tongue around the thick digits, looking up at him with doe eyes. He pulled them out and tapped your cheek gently gently with a chuckle. “Good job, now get on your knees for me princess. Wanna see how much you can fit in your mouth.”
You hesitantly got onto your knees in front of him, your previous owner never did anything like this with you, he would occasionally use you but there was never any vigorous prep. One day he got tired of you and gave you to the shelter. You were glad even though it was a sad experience, Gojo was good to you and he’s taken so much care of you..despite you tearing up his sheets and throwing his pillows at the walls. He had forgiven you so it was okay!
You were snapped back into reality by him nudging his leaky head against your lips, blinking a few times before parting your lips and taking him into your mouth. This would be hard. He was big and your mouth could only stretch so far. He was only halfway through yet you were already drooling and gagging around him, jaw slacked, eyes full of tears. He cooed down at you and cupped your full cheeks, smiling as your little nose twitched.
“Bunny, bunny, bunny you’re so funny with your twitching nose.” He sang softly, pushing himself further into your mouth, groaning as he bottomed out. He held a fistful of your hair as he began to thrust into your mouth slowly giving you time to adjust before gradually picking up the speed. You tried to relax your throat as best as you could but you were overwhelmed by him, garbled moans coming from your lips and sending vibrations up his cock, teary eyes looking up at him. Both hands now gripped at your hair, pounding away at your mouth. You could tell he was relishing in this, through your blurry vision, you could see his head tilted back in bliss. His cheeks were flushed red, chest heaving and hips bucked up towards your mouth. A mischievous look behind his eyes as he slammed your face down against his pelvis, filling your mouth up with cracked out moans and the shake of his hips.
“Such a slutty fucking mouth, say ahhhh baby and don’t let any slip out. Wanna see that cute little mouth all full for me.” He coaxed, nudging your mouth open and chuckling softly as you obeyed.
Your mouth hung open, tongue hanging out, coated in cum, lips swollen and eyes focused on him. It tasted salty, you wanted to spit it out but it looked like he wanted you to swallow, his thumb hooking in her cheek and stretching it out, giving him a better view. “Now be a good little bunny for me and swallow, swallow it all.” He commanded, closing your mouth for you.
You swallowed hesitantly, grimacing at the taste but squealing softly as he picked you up, throwing you onto the bed. No matter how much you squirmed he was able to pin you down against the mattress with ease, pressing kisses to your neck and marking you up, pushing the collar up for more access. You rutted up against him desperately, whimpering and begging, pawing at his chest as he began to push his shaft inside, groaning at how tight you were. You felt like you were being split open when he suddenly shoved himself inside completely. “Fuck. So facing tight, your so fucking tight. Gonna fuck you til’ you fit around me like a glove.” He grunted out, his hips jerking and twitching.
He moved at a brutal place, whimpers and whines escaping your lips as his hand trailed down to rub your sensitive clit roughly, “fuck, m’ gonna fill you up. Gonna breed you til’ you can’t make messes anymore. Holy shit clenching around me so fucking tight, might just come before you.” He laughed breathlessly with each thrust, slapping your chubby cheeks gently.
You weren’t able to ask for permission, he was moving too fast, too much it was too much for you as he filled up your pussy. His hand slapping down on your clit and your walls fluttering around him as an instinct as you gushed around him. Your legs wrapped around him tightly, holding him in place so all of it could stay inside. You didn’t want it to leak out and make a mess. He barely even gave you time to recover, grabbing your legs and pushing them up. Your ankles next to your head as he bottomed out into you again, slamming relentlessly to fill you up again, fucking his seed back into you. All you could do was wail and paw at him desperately, your eyes rolling back and tongue hanging out of your mouth. He was so good to you, so good, you had to be better for him. No more messes as long as he stayed honest with you.
He could stare at you for hours while you were like this, fucked out of your mind and humping his leg begging for more like a silly little girl even though you both knew you couldn’t take more. You were such a messy baby and so desperate for him. “Tomorrow baby, daddy will fuck you again tomorrow, okay?” He cooed softly, tilting her chin up to look up at him with those big eyes.
She really was a gem. He was so glad that he picked her over a puppy or another cat, his large hands reaching down to still her hips. He cooed out soft praises and encouraged her to stop. He rubbed her back gently while getting her to sit still, bringing her to the bathroom, making sure she didn’t fall because of her wobbly legs. He drew a bath for them, the two of them getting to relax and enveloped by their shared warmth. She was so cute, pressing kisses to his face and babbling about how much of a good daddy he was.
When it was time to get out, he had to drag her out, patting her dry and massaging her body as she tried to jump on his bones. Luckily he put infinity down the second he got home, not wanting his cute bunny to be so confused. Once the two of them were in bed, he began to doze off until he felt something on his thighs, peering down and seeing his desperate bunny humping him. He chuckled and adjusted her, having her close to his body, urging her to go to sleep until the two of them finally fell asleep.
He was so lucky to have such a good, obedient, desperate bunny.
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