Leah Himejima

Hi there. I am a seasoned fan fiction writer who now dabbles in Demon Slayer Goodness. I usually write Fluffy and Smutty Romance. And I'd sell my kidneys for Gyomei

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ꜱʜᴀʀᴇᴅ ʜᴇᴀᴛꜱ, ᴏɴᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ

Sanemi x Tengen One shot

x Reader

A/n: ugh I’m actually so proud of this. I got this request and immediately started working on it. I hope it turned out how you wanted. 🖤

Setting: Takes place in modern day. Plot: You’re friends-with-benefits with both Sanemi and Tengen. But you’re hopelessly in love with one of them. When the secret slips that they’ve both been sharing you, jealousy explodes, tensions snap, and suddenly they’re both trying to claim you.

MDNI 18+

Cw: NSFW, Smut, threesome, mentions of orgy, degradation, praising, overstimulation, squirting, cream pies, double penetration, fingering, rough sex, light choking, light hair pulling, size kink, spanking. Angsty vibe, and possessive men.

Sanemi always touched you like he didn’t realize he was doing it.

A palm on your waist when he slipped past you in your kitchen.

A thumb brushing your knuckle when he handed you a drink.

His knee bumping yours under tables like muscle memory.

He’d sit so close your shoulders would press, breaths mingling, his cologne: clean cedar and storm.

His heavy air, pulling you in before he ever said a word.

Everyone around you insisted you were a couple.

Lovebirds and too attached to one another. You spent almost every night together, almost everyday.

Practically living in each other’s pockets.

Niether of you meant to catch feelings but it happened. But no matter how many “I love you’s,” escaped both of your lips…he still never committed.

And on softer nights, when the glow of streetlights leaked through your blinds and you could hear him breathing beside you, you almost believed it when he said those three words. That it meant something more than whatever messy thing the two of you had built.

But Sanemi never let them settle.

Never let them anchor you.

He’d say it with the same mouth that would shut down the second things got too real.

He didn’t sleep around.

He didn’t lie to you.

Didn’t give you less than he had.

But what he had was locked behind ribs made of barbed wire.

But, you did spend time away from him every week. You had to to keep your sanity. Tuesdays were quiet.

Laundry, errands, buying groceries you knew he liked even though you weren’t dating.

You moved through your apartment like a ghost trying not to haunt herself.

Fridays were louder.

Fridays were with your best friend Tengen.

Sanemi worked overnight shifts.

You and Tengen grew up together. You remember him before he became a man with endless charisma and sex appeal, with braces and acne. He remembers you, shy, quiet, and awkward.

Tengen’s place always smelled like incense and citrus, always had music vibrating through the walls, always had a softness to it because his three girlfriends, wives, or whatever label they wore, made everything feel like a sanctuary.

Makio’s sharp laugh.

Suma’s warm hands.

Hinatsuru’s calm smile.

Their affection wrapped around you like silk.

It was friendship wrapped in romance. They were there when you cried and showered you with compliments and gentle touches.

The first time you let yourself fall into their orbit, it was because Tengen saw your heartbreak before you ever said it aloud.

He’d cupped your jaw with his big, calloused hand and murmured,

“Come here on Fridays. Don’t be alone. Not while you’re hurting.”

And you did.

Week after week.

Warm meals, soft touches, heavy kisses, too many hands…

Borrowed intimacy that filled the silence Sanemi left behind.

You told yourself it was harmless.

You weren’t committed to anyone.

You weren’t claimed.

You weren’t chosen.

And you were comfortable with Tengen. You really trusted him with anything. Even your body.

And Tengen stayed true to his word. He never breathed a thing to Sanemi, even though they shared a workplace.

Until Suma showed up this morning.

She burst into their job bright and breathless, carrying a lunch box for Tengen, humming about how “she’ll be here on Friday again, right? We’re planning a movie night! And the bath—Makio said to heat the oils she likes—“

Sanemi froze mid-sentence.

He just listened.

His eyes narrowing, jealously hitting him in the gut.

Tengen said nothing until the end of the shift, then took one look at Sanemi’s expression. His tight jaw, fists clenched, breathing sharp as broken glass. Tengen finally broke the silence by asking him what was wrong.

“You’ve been sleeping with my girl, fucking her with whatever orgy shit you got going on.” Sanemi snapped.

Tengen shook his head in disbelief. “She’s not your girl. She’s free to do what she wants, when she wants. I can’t help that she wants me.” He snorted.

Sanemi went to swing on him but Tengen dodged it and dragged him straight to your apartment, practically shoving him into the car.

Which is how you ended up here now.

On your couch.

Body bracketed in heat.

Tengen sat on your left, massive thigh pressed to yours, arm draped along the back of the couch, close enough that every exhale ghosted over your shoulder. He smelled like sandalwood and expensive cologne and the faint sweetness of Suma’s perfume clinging to his shirt.

Sanemi was on your right, knee angled toward you, chest rising and falling too fast.

He radiated tension.

Like a storm that had been waiting years for a place to break open.

He smelled like soap and sweat.

The air between the three of you felt thick enough to wade through.

It was electric like the opening pulse of a Nine Inch Nails track, heat under your skin, bass in your teeth, a slow-building ache.

Sanemi leaned in, voice rough as smoke.

“You fuck around with them every Friday?”

You swallowed.

The room felt smaller.

Tengen spoke before you could.

“She doesn’t belong to you, Shinazugawa.”

Sanemi’s jaw flexed.

“Not what I asked.”

Tengen’s fingers brushed the bare skin above your knee.

“Maybe you should be asking why you care so damn much.”

Sanemi’s eyes snapped to yours.

There it was.

The jealousy.

The fear.

The longing he never let himself voice.

You felt it hit you like a spark to gasoline.

“Answer me,” he murmured, lower now, like your name was caught in his throat.

Your pulse skittered.

Both men were too close.

It was getting too hot.

You opened your mouth, breath shaky—

but Tengen leaned in at the same time, lips brushing your ear in the softest, most devastating whisper:

“Sweetheart…

tell him the truth.”

Sanemi’s fingers brushed your thigh.

The tension didn’t just ignite you, it consumed you.

And for the first time since this whole mess began, you understood one terrifying, exhilarating thing:

Neither of them wanted to share you anymore.

But neither of them planned to back down.

Not tonight.

Not with you sitting between them, trembling, lit from the inside with the kind of fire you couldn’t put out if you tried.

You finally forced the words out, voice tight in your throat.

“Every Friday I go to Tengen’s house… we aren’t a couple. We aren’t in a relationship. I don’t understand why it matters.”

Sanemi let out a low breath through his nose—sharp, disbelieving.

He dragged his tongue across his bottom lip like he was trying to taste the anger there, head shaking slowly, eyes burning into you.

“It matters,” he growled, “because I love you. You’re mine. What’s not to understand?”

Something in you snapped clean in half.

“Then you’d fucking claim me!”

Your voice cracked on the edge of it, too raw, too honest.

Tengen made a quiet sound—half sigh, half warning—leaning back like he could feel the night splitting open.

Sanemi didn’t hesitate.

His hand shot up, fingers wrapping around your jaw, thumb pressing into the soft space beneath your cheekbone. He squeezed just enough to make your breath hitch, to anchor you right there in front of him.

“Mine,” he repeated, lower this time.

A vow.

A threat.

A confession he couldn’t take back.

And then his mouth was on yours hot, urgent, claiming you like he’d been starving for the taste of you.

Tengen sat up and rubbed circles on your back.

Sanemi pulled away and lifted his shirt over his head revealing his toned abs and scarred body.

“Show me what you do with him. Show me what he does to you that I can’t.” He murmured.

You were frozen, trapped between the fury in Sanemi’s eyes and the steady warmth of Tengen’s hands. The air crackled, thick with unspoken words and the raw scent of two possessive men.

Tengen’s touch was the only thing grounding you.

“Go on, sweetheart,” he rumbled, his voice a low vibration against your skin. “Don’t be shy. Show him how beautiful you are when you let go.”

With a trembling breath, you turned to Tengen. He was all easy confidence, his large frame a welcome contrast to Sanemi’s tightly wound energy. You leaned into him, your hands finding purchase on his broad shoulders as you pressed your lips to his. It was familiar. Tengen kissed you with his tongue sweeping into your mouth, tasting you like fine wine. His hands roamed your back, pulling you closer until you were practically in his lap, your chest flush with his.

“Look at her,” Sanemi’s voice was a rough scrape of sound. “Already so eager for it. Such a fucking slut.”

But the tent in his pants was betraying him.

A whimper escaped your throat, muffled by Tengen’s kiss. You felt Sanemi shift, heard the rustle of his jeans as he adjusted himself, his gaze a physical weight on you.

Tengen’s hand slid down your side, gripping your hip and encouraging you to move. You began to grind against his hardening length, the friction sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core. He was so big, his thighs thick and powerful beneath you.

“That’s it, baby,” Tengen praised, pulling back just enough to speak against your lips. “Ride my thigh. Show Sanemi how wet you get for me.”

Heat flooded your cheeks. You shifted, straddling one of his massive thighs, the fabric of your pants and his pants doing little to dull the pressure. You rolled your hips, the motion awkward at first, then finding a rhythm. The friction was delicious. Your head fell back, a soft moan escaped your lips.

“Pathetic,” Sanemi sneered, but his voice was thick with arousal. “Getting off on his fucking leg like a bitch in heat. You that desperate for it?”

“Watch your mouth, Shinazugawa,” Tengen’s tone was sharp, but his hands were gentle as he guided your hips, helping you grind harder. “She’s not pathetic. She’s perfect. Look at her, taking what she needs. So fucking gorgeous when she’s chasing her pleasure.”

Your movements grew frantic, the knot in your stomach tightening. You could feel your slick soaking through the layers of fabric, proof of your arousal.

Tengen’s hand slid up your body, his fingers wrapping around the back of your neck, holding you in place as he attacked your throat with hot, open-mouthed kisses.

“Come on, sweetheart, give me one,” he murmured against your skin. “Let me feel you cum on my thigh.”

The command, combined with the sharp sting of Sanemi’s glare, was your undoing.

Your orgasm crashed over you, intense and overwhelming. A squeal tore from your lips as your body squirmed, your clit throbbing against the hard muscle of Tengen’s leg.

You collapsed against him, trembling, your heart hammering against your ribs.

Before you could catch your breath, Sanemi was there. He hooked a finger under your chin, forcing your dazed eyes to meet his.

“My turn,” he growled, and then he was kissing you.

It wasn’t like Tengen’s kiss. It was punishing, demanding. He bit your lower lip, drawing a small gasp from you before his tongue invaded, claiming every inch of your mouth.

In one fluid motion, he lifted you, his strength staggering as he manhandled you off of Tengen and onto your back on the couch.

He loomed over you. With a rough tug, he ripped your leggings down your legs, your shirt over your head, and your panties dangled around your ankle.

“So fucking wet for him,” he muttered, more to himself than to you as he gazed upon your heat.

He sank two fingers into you without warning, a rough and possessive gesture. You cried out, your back arching off the couch. His thumb found your clit, rubbing harsh, tight circles that had you seeing stars. It was too much, too soon after your first orgasm.

“Sanemi, please,” you whimpered, trying to squirm away.

“Please what?” he snarled, his fingers pumping into you, curling to hit that spot inside that made you see white. “Please stop? Or please don’t ever stop?”

He leaned down, his hot breath fanning your ear. “You’re gonna cum for me again. And this time, you’re gonna scream my name.”

Tengen watched, his hand slowly palming his own erection through his pants. “That’s it, Sanemi. Make her take it. Show her who she belongs to.”

The encouragement only spurred Sanemi on. His movements were relentless, his other hand coming up to wrap around your throat.

A possessive brand that stole your breath and made your head swim. The combination of his fingers inside you, his thumb on your clit, and his hand on your neck was a sensory overload.

“Mmngh—Ne—Nemi!” You squealed, high pitched.

Your second orgasm hit you like a tidal wave, even more powerful than the first.

His name coming from your mouth as you gushed around his fingers, your body shaking uncontrollably. Squirting, something you’d only ever done with Tengen, and now here you were, doing it for Sanemi too.

He pulled his fingers from you, bringing them to his lips and tasting you.

“Fucking mine,” he declared, his eyes wild.

Before the tremors had fully subsided, he was fumbling with his belt, freeing his cock. His head flushed and leaking. He notched himself at your entrance and, without another word, slammed into you to the hilt. The sudden, brutal stretch made you cry out, a mixture of pain and pleasure.

“Fuck, she’s tight,” Sanemi gritted out, his head falling forward.

He lifted to your legs up to his shoulders. He set a punishing pace, his hips snapping against yours, each thrust driving the air from your lungs. He was fucking you with a desperate, jealous energy, trying to fuck Tengen’s existence right out of you.

“Look at you, taking his cock so well,” Tengen’s voice was a low purr.

He moved, pulling his pants down and kneeling on the floor by your head. He took your hand and wrapped it around his own impressive length.

“You’re so good, sweetheart.” He guided your hand up and down his shaft, his own pre-cum slicking the way.

You were lost in a sea of sensation. Sanemi’s brutal thrusts, the filthy words falling from his lips. “Take it. Fucking take my cock. This is my pussy.”

Tengen’s thick, heavy cock in your hand, his praises a soothing balm to Sanemi’s harsh degradation.

Your pussy loudly squelched as you felt another orgasm building, a deep, gut-wrenching thing.

Sanemi’s rhythm began to falter, his thrusts becoming sloppy. “Gonna cum,” he growled, his grip on your hips tightening.

“Gonna fill this pussy up. Mark you so he knows who you belong to.”

With a final, brutal thrust, he buried himself deep inside you, his cock pulsing as he painted your walls with his cum.

The feeling of him filling you triggered your third orgasm, a blinding white-out of pleasure that left you gasping and limp, your hand shaking around Tengen’s shaft.

He collapsed on top of you for a moment, his heavy weight an anchor.

Then he was pulling out, and you felt the warm trickle of his release down your thigh.

But they weren’t done. They wanted to test your limits.

Tengen gently moved Sanemi aside and took his place between your legs. You instinctively wrapped around him. He was infinitely gentler, his hands stroking your thighs as he lined himself up. He pushed in slowly, letting you feel every inch of his considerable size.

“You okay, sweetheart?” he murmured, his eyes searching yours.

You could only nod, your body pliant and oversensitive.

He began to move, his thrusts deep and deliberate, rolling his hips to hit that perfect spot inside you every time. It was a different kind of pleasure, a slow, building burn that promised an even bigger orgasm.

He leaned down, capturing your lips in a tender kiss, a stark contrast to Sanemi’s bruising possession.

“Such a good girl,” he praised against your mouth. “Taking both of us so well.”

Sanemi watched, his expression unreadable as he stroked himself back to full hardness. The sight of Tengen fucking you slowly, worshiping your body with his, seemed to ignite something else in him. He moved behind Tengen, his hands running over Tengen’s back.

“Let me in,” Sanemi’s voice was a low command.

Tengen paused, looking back at him over his shoulder. A silent understanding passed between them.

Tengen shifted, pulling out of you just enough to create space. He settled lying back flat, his hands still gripping your hips that now straddled him and held you steady.

Sanemi shifted behind you and lifted your hips to his, both men gripping them hard enough to leave bruises.

The new position left you exposed, vulnerable, your legs spread wide for both of them.

Sanemi ran a hand down the curve of your spine, a gesture that was surprisingly gentle before it turned possessive. His fingers dug into the flesh of your ass, spreading you open. You felt the cool air on your most intimate place, and a fresh wave of shyness washed over you. You buried your face in the Tengen’s shoulder, a whimper escaping your lips.

“Don’t hide from us, sweetheart,” Tengen murmured, his voice a soothing rumble.

Sanemi smacked the soft skin on your ass, hard enough to sting. “What the matter? Thought your pussy was a naughty little thing? You don’t want to be stuffed with cock?”

Tengen stroked your hair, his touch a stark contrast to Sanemi’s rough handling. “We want to see you. We just want to see all of you.”

Sanemi spat, and you felt the wet warmth hit your asshole. He used his thumb to smear the saliva around, the pressure making you clench.

“Gonna fuck this tight little ass,” he growled, his promise making your entire body tremble.

“Gonna fill you up with both our cocks. You gonna be our little cumslut, huh? Gonna take everything we give you? Be the good girl he says you are.”

The filth of his words sent a jolt straight to your core. You were so full, so overwhelmed, and the night was far from over. You felt the blunt head of his cock press against your asshole. The pressure was immense. You cried out as he began to push forward, the burn a sharp, exquisite pain.

“Breathe, baby,” Tengen coached, his voice low and steady.

He leaned down, pressing kisses to your shoulders. “Push back against him. Let him in. You can take it. You were made for this.”

His praise was what you needed. You took a shuddering breath and did as he said, bearing down as Sanemi slowly, relentlessly, sank into your ass. The stretch was unbelievable, a fullness so intense it bordered on agony.

When he was finally seated to the hilt, his hips flush against your ass, you felt like you might split apart. You were trapped, impaled on two of the biggest men you’d ever known, their cocks separated only by the thin wall inside you.

“Fuck,” Sanemi hissed, his hands gripping your hips so tightly you knew you’d have bruises tomorrow. “Little asshole is —ah—squeezing the hell out of me.”

For a moment, nobody moved. You were all just breathing, the three of you connected in the most primal way imaginable. You could feel every twitch, every pulse of their cocks inside you. The feeling was indescribable.

Then Tengen started to move. He pulled out slowly, his shaft dragging against your sensitive walls, before pushing back in. The motion caused Sanemi’s cock to shift inside your ass, and a moan was torn from his throat.

“You feel that?” Tengen grunted, his rhythm slow and deep. “Feel us both inside you?”

Sanemi couldn’t wait. He gripped your hips and started to move, setting a brutal pace that was completely at odds with Tengen’s.

The friction and pleasure was incredible, their cocks moving against each other inside you, a delicious, overwhelming sensation.

One would pull out as the other pushed in, a merciless rhythm that stole your breath and shattered your mind.

“You like that, you fucking slut?” Sanemi snarled, his hand coming up to wrap in your hair, pulling your head back. “Like being fucked by both of us at once? Stuffed so full you can’t think?”

“Yes!” you screamed, the word ripped from your throat. It was too much. The overstimulation was a constant, thrumming current of pleasure.

You were being manhandled, used, degraded, and praised all at once, and it was the most intoxicating thing you had ever experienced.

“Look at her,” Tengen panted, his own rhythm picking up to match Sanemi’s. “So beautiful when she’s full of cock.”

The dual assault on your senses, and the loud, echoing, sound of skin slapping against skin, sent you hurtling towards the edge faster than you thought possible. The knot in your stomach tightened to an impossible degree. You could feel their cocks swelling inside you, their thrusts becoming more erratic and sloppy, less intune.

“I’m gonna cum,” Sanemi gritted out, his thrusts becoming shallow and fast. “Gon—gonna fill this ass up.” A broken moan left his throat between the words.

“Me too, sweetheart,” Tengen groaned. “Cum with us. Let us feel you.”

That was all it took. It wasn't a wave, it was a tsunami. Your entire body tensed up, a silent scream tearing from your lungs as your pussy and ass clenched around them. You gushed, your cum soaking Tengen’s cock and thighs, your vision going black as pleasure consumed you.

The feeling of your fluttering walls sent them both over the edge with you. You felt them throb and pulse, and then they were both cumming, hot and thick, filling you from both sides.

Sanemi’s loud moan and Tengen’s deep groan mixed with your own cries as they emptied themselves into you, marking you, claiming you, owning you in that moment.

Sanemi collapsed on top of you, a heavy, panting, sweaty heap of limbs. You were sandwiched between them, their combined weight pressing you into the couch, their cum leaking from both your holes. You were shaking uncontrollably, spent, and utterly, completely ruined in the best possible way.

The only sound was the three of you trying to catch your breath. Then Sanemi shifted, pressing a soft, unexpected kiss to the back of your neck. Tengen nuzzled into your hair, his arms wrapping around you in a protective embrace. They both slowly pulled out of you.

You were no longer just Sanemi’s, and you were no longer just Tengen’s comfort. You were theirs.

You lay on your back between them, skin still humming.

Tengen lounged on your left, one arm thrown behind his head, chest rising in long, easy breaths.

Sanemi was on your right, sitting up against the back of the couch, his hair damp and messy, eyes fixed on you like he was trying to memorize the shape of your face.

He leaned in first.

A soft kiss.

Slow and deliberate.

So gentle it didn’t match the intensity of anything that had just happened.

When he pulled back, his voice was rough around the edges.

“I don’t… want to share you.”

Your breath caught.

He swallowed, thumb dragging along your cheekbone like he was grounding himself.

“Not that I didn’t enjoy that. I did.” He shot Tengen a half-hearted glare. “Too much, probably. But—”

He leaned in closer.

“I want you to be mine. Only mine.”

Tengen let out a low laugh, one of those deep, unbothered ones that vibrated through you.

“I mean…” he stretched his arms over his head, lazy and smug, “who says we can’t do it again?”

Sanemi snapped his eyes toward him, glare sharp enough to cut.

Tengen only grinned.

You reached up and touched Sanemi’s cheek, brushing your thumb just under the scar near his lip. His expression softened instantly, shoulders loosening like you were the switch that controlled him.

[leahhimejima]

Because I love chibi Inosuke sooooo much

[leahhimejima]

Fix Me

Title: Fix Me

Pairing: Sanemi x Fem Reader

Summary: Sanemi responds to your spicy video

Notes: NSFW - MDNI - Romance - Told in Sanemi's POV

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Her breath catches in the back of her throat and she whimpers loudly at the first swipe of my tongue between her soaking wet mounds. I smirk at that, loving the feeling of her trembling thighs against my cheeks. I have been teasing her for too long, and she’s either going to shatter for me, or her thighs are going to shatter my face. Either way, I win. 

Another whiny whimper escapes her lush lips when I lightly ghost the tip of my tongue against her clit, barely touching. Her hands immediately tangle into my hair as she tries to pull me closer to her center, but I don’t allow it and I pull back, my teeth sinking into the fleshy part of her inner thigh.

“Sanemi, please,” she breathily begs, fingers raking desperately through my hair. I do love the way she plays with my hair, especially when she yanks it hard in the throes of passion. “Nuh uh, not until you’ve been punished,” I huskily tease her and the whine that follows causes me to chuckle against her skin. She’s always been impatient when it came to foreplay, whereas I live for it. 

“But I’ve been good,” she gasps when the tip of my tongue teases her clit again for a second. “I’m always good,” she pants in a high pitched tone when the tip of my tongue teases her clit again. I smirk against her skin, loving the reactions my ministrations award me with. Every little reaction of her body sends my own into overdrive and if it wasnt for my military training, I might have already blown my load. But now isnt about me, it’s about her. 

“Good girls don’t tease their man when they are on a mission with videos of them riding their fingers to kingdom come and then licking it all up baby,” I playfully scold as I give her one long lick where she wants. Her breathing becomes erratic and she bucks her hips. 

“Say that again,” she whispers.

“Say what?” I tease, my teeth sinking into her inner thigh again before kissing her bruised skin softly.

She whimpers before biting her lower lip, looking almost hesitant before she finally speaks. “That you are my man.”

A smile crosses my lips and my heart does a little flutter in my chest at her request. God, I love this woman. I’ve loved her from the day I laid eyes on her when she moved in to our village and worked in the medical corps but have never been able to say those three little words. She has managed to crawl into my heart and bring so much joy to my life and I cant imagine living a single day without her. One day I will properly be able to express it to her, but for now all I can do is show her how much I fucking desire her. 

“I am your man, and let me show you how a man devours HIS woman,” I growl before latching my mouth to her soaking center. Y/N screams out as my tongue relentlessly and aggressively penetrates her before my mouth latches on to her clit and sucks hard. She bucks her hips back and forth, riding my face like a bull. I fucking love it when I make her go wild, completely different from her usual demure and inhibited nature to others. Her uninhibited side is for my eyes and mouth only. She’s mine. 

My hands grip her ass cheeks, roughly kneading them as I pull her impossibly closer to my mouth. Her trembling thighs and alarmed breathing make it known to me that she is close to the precipice, but I don’t let up. On the contrary, my tongue strokes her harder and it earns me some ragged cracked screams of pleasure. 

“Sanemi, I can’t, it’s too much,” she whines but her hands have abandoned my hair and are now clasped around the back of my head, keeping my head in place. Another roll of her hips into my face cause me to moan and the vibrations of it cause another unexpected tremor to course through her body. 

My teeth clamp down on her clit and she screams out, one of her hands now roughly pinching her hard nipple. Fuck, I love watching her touch herself, maybe a little too much. That video she sent me last week had me jerking off like a teenager multiple times a day for a damn week. 

“That’s it dollface. Touch yourself while you ride my fucking face,” I roughly command. She makes a moan of protest but doesn’t stop her actions, on the contrary, adds her other hand and she pinches her nipples so hard that it makes her back arch. 

“Right there, right there,” she desperately pleads and as if waiting for that plea, I warp my arms around her waist and yank her closer to my face, devouring her with my lips and tongue while my fingers rub and pinch at her clit. Y/N screams out her orgasm, her thighs clenching roughly around my face. I drink in all of her orgasm, moaning at the taste of her ecstasy. She sighs  as her orgasm ends and lays back flat.

But I don’t give her a breather. Releasing her from my grasps, I climb on the bed I pull her forward so that she straddling my hips and in one swift motion I impale her. She lets out a silent scream, her nails digging in my shoulder as she desperately tries to keep herself upright. 

“Too much,” she gasps, her eyes nearly rolling to the back of head. I pull her flush to me, her bruised hard nipples pressed hard against my own chest. God, I love her breasts. “With you, never enough,” I breathe against her skin before kissing her chin and then nudging her chin with my nose for her to look at me. 

I nearly come at the look in her eyes. Her beautiful amber eyes are clouded with pleasure and love. I don’t know which one turns me on more but all I could do was capture her lips in a searing kiss, hoping that it will show her how much I feel for her. She moans loudly into my mouth as my tongue seeks entrance into her mouth, her arms banding around my neck. 

“You can come for me one more time dollface,” I challenge. Giving up the fight left in her, she rests her forehead against mine and nods with closed eyes as she begins rocking her hips in a way that she knows I love. 

“That’s it baby, ride me,” I command in a husky voice, gripping her hips so rough it causes her to squeal through pursed lips. Mustering extra energy from the cosmos she rides out another orgasm and I follow right after, pumping into her before my vision becomes so blurry I can’t focus. 

Her breathing is erratic and I feel her heart beat rapidly against my chest. 

“I should tease you more often if that is how you are going to punish me,” she sighs with her cheek resting heavily against my shoulder. 

I chuckle, turning my face to kiss her hair. “You sure that’s a good idea?” 

“Hmm, it seemed like a good idea at the time,” she purrs. She pulls away from me just far enough to hover her lips over mine. She is clearly sated and exhausted, but just a simple smile from her has me ready to pound back into her until she is screaming my name to the high heavens. 

“You are full of good ideas, aren’t you sweetpea?”

“Yeah, we seemed like a good idea and look at us now,” she whispers with a smile. I smile back, yet I can’t seem to just tell her verbally that I love her. I hope she knows though. God, I hope she knows I much I utterly and completely love her. 

[botanalche]

18+

Neji didn’t remember how it started anymore.

Maybe it was the way his wife climbed into his lap without a word, pupils blown wide, your cheeks already flushed before he even touched you. Maybe it was the heat pulsing off your body, the way your skin stuck to his, damp with sweat before anything had even started.

Neji’s breath was heavy, his hair stuck to his pretty face, lips parted and trembling like he want to say something, but he can't. His back was pressed against the headboard, and he could barely keep his eyes open.

You were on top of him, still ride him, still moving, still burning hot and so, so wet. Neji's hands shaking, had long since fallen from your hips and now only reached weakly to touch your face. To hold onto something.

“P-please…” he whispered, voice hoarse. “Please, darling…”

Your eyes met his, glazed and wide, desperate. You were panting, soaked with sweat, your thighs quivering from how many times you’d already reached your peak, from how long you’d kept him inside you.

Neji gritted his teeth as your walls tightened around him, again, like your body refused to let go of him.

Neji cum inside you more times than he could count—his cock aching, overstimulated, twitching helplessly every time your hips ground down just right. But your body wanted more. Needed more. Like it wasn’t enough to be filled—it wanted to be bred. His essence, again and again, until there was nothing left.

“darling—wife—I… I can’t,” Neji panted, barely able to sit upright. “You’re—ngh—milking me dry…”

You whimpered softly at his words, hips trembling against his lap. Your movements weren’t rough—not anymore. They were shaky now, your rhythm faltering, needy, like your body was running on instinct and adrenaline and love all at once.

“Neji…” you choked out, voice fragile. “I-I can’t stop—feels too good—I’m sorry—I—”

Neji cupped your flushed cheeks, thumbs gently brushing away the sweat there. “It’s… alright,” he breathed, even as his legs spasmed beneath you. “You feel… incredible… just—”

Your hips rolled again—slow and deep—and he gasped, the sound broken.

“F-fuck—ah—no more—”

You kissed him. Desperately. You tasted like salt and tears and longing, and he kissed you back with every ounce of strength he had left.

You were shaking too now. Your thighs trembled on either side of his hips, and your arms braced on his shoulders as you leaned your forehead to his. Sweat dripped down your neck, between your breasts, down your back. You’d taken him for hours, and still, your body begged for more.

“I love you,” you whispered, your voice cracking. "I love you, I just—Neji—”

He whimpered—Hyuga Neji, who never whimpered—and his hands gripped your hips weakly as you sank down again, taking him all the way, tight and soaked and hot. He could barely breathe.

“Wife…” His voice broke. “You’re going to… break me…”

But his hands didn’t stop you. They just trembled against your waist.

Your heat swallowed him over and over, the sounds between your bodies obscene—wet, loud, constant. His cum was leaking out of you in rivulets, dripping down his thighs, down your own, soaking the sheets beneath you. And still, your body begged for more. More warmth. More fullness. More of him.

Your breath hitched—another wave coming. Your head dropped to his shoulder, and your hips picked up again, sloppier now, erratic.

“N-Neji—!”

You cried out as you came again, hard and desperate and shaking apart in his arms. Your walls clenched violently around him, and he let out a sob, his whole body tensing as your orgasm milked him into another release—one he wasn’t ready for, one he couldn’t stop.

His cum spilled into you again, warm and endless, even as he nearly collapsed backward, arms falling limp at his sides.

His body twitched beneath you, his cock still trapped deep inside, sensitive to the point of pain—but you stayed there, unmoving, filled and full and dazed.

Your breath came in hard pants against his collarbone.

Neji’s fingers found your cheek again, slow and trembling.

“You’re burning up…” he whispered, eyelids heavy.

You couldn’t even answer. You just clung to him, forehead pressed to his neck, both of you soaked and exhausted and too full of each other to care.

“W-we need to… we should stop,” he murmured. “Please… just rest now. Let me hold you.”

Finally, you nodded, body sagging against his chest. Still joined. Still pulsing faintly around him. But you weren’t moving anymore. You’d hit your limit, too.

Neji exhaled shakily, one hand pressing to the back of your head, cradling you.

He held you there, whispering soft things, your name, his love, his awe at your hunger, your need, how beautiful you were even when driven by instinct.

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[leahhimejima]

Well damn

[velaenam]

Hehehehe…

they both show up at your door in ridiculous costumes, with a third costume in tow….For Kokushibo and Tengen 👀 NSFW if you can. Gonna give you a challenge 😂

18+ SMUT!

prompt: tengen and kokushibo come over w/ costumes & a 3rd in tow (wc: 5k) tags: pwp, p in v, double penetration, rough sex, threesome, dirty talk, eiffel tower, shower sex, these men are just using you like a sleeve forgive me notes: this is just purely indulgent. ooc i fear. but by gawd. my eyes. do NOT read this if you're not into the rough stuff. i beg. this is NOT romantic LOL halloween 25 list

the night’s supposed to be quiet. you’ve got your favorite throw blanket tucked under your chin, legs curled to the side on the couch, the glow of your tv casting soft flickers of color across your living room. some cheesy old horror movie is halfway through its third act, the fake blood barely scary, the acting even worse, but you don’t mind. you’ve got kettle corn in a big mixing bowl resting on your lap and a mug of hot cocoa steeping on the coffee table. the night is calm. perfect.

uuuntil the doorbell rings.

you pause the movie, confused. no one said they were coming. you didn’t order food. you squint toward the front door, the echo of the bell still trailing off, and for a second you consider ignoring it.

but then it rings again. this time with a very familiar pattern: the open the fuckin’ door.

you groan. “tengen.”

there’s no one else it could be. only he would have the audacity to show up unannounced in the middle of your horror movie marathon.

you shuffle to the door in your oversized shirt and fuzzy socks, bowl of popcorn still in your arms like a shield. when you pull it open, your brain short-circuits.

standing on your porch are two men, both shirtless, both absolutely glistening, both wearing skin-tight jeans and cowboy hats.

“trick ‘r treat,” tengen grins, revolver toy cocked and ready at his hip. his suspenders are falling off his shoulders, glinting in the porch light. “you gonna invite us in, darlin’, or just stare?”

kokushibo stands beside him, his own hat tilted low, bolo tie snug against his neck, expression unreadable. but his chest rises slow under the lamplight, eyes cutting across your figure.

you blink… and blink again.

“what…” you say flatly, “...the hell is going on?”

tengen just tips his hat. “happy halloween, sugar.”

you step aside slowly, still stunned, clutching your popcorn like it might protect you from the sheer absurdity standing on your doorstep. tengen saunters in first, boots clicking on your floor like he owns the place, while kokushibo follows behind with measured steps—quiet, composed, but not without the amused twitch of his brow.

“i’m not even gonna ask where you two got those costumes,” you mutter, shutting the door behind them.

“three-for-one bundle, baby,” tengen pipes up cheerfully, already tossing his toy revolver on the couch. “limited edition. they called it the wild wild lust pack. tell me that ain’t destiny.”

you set the popcorn down and pinch the bridge of your nose. “you’re disgusting.”

“but so charming,” he adds, leaning in with a wink. “admit it.”

you don’t answer him. instead, you turn to kokushibo, who hasn’t said a word, just watching you with that stillness that always makes your chest tighten. he lifts a hand to touch your waist, fingers cool and gentle against the fabric of your sweatshirt. you smile, leaning up to press a slow kiss to his lips.

and when you pull away, you glance over to tengen—who is absolutely pretending not to be jealous—and grab him by the bandana around his neck.

he grins as you tug him in for a kiss too. this one is warm and sweet, sugar spun over mischief, and he hums happily against your mouth, hands slipping to your hips like they belong there.

“god, i missed you,” he breathes against your lips. “i was gonna wait, y’know, be all polite and stuff. but then you came to the door in those little socks, and—well.”

“what are you even doing here?” you ask, stepping back between them, voice suspicious. “and don’t lie. i know you plotted something.”

tengen’s grin widens like a man caught red-handed but deeply unbothered. “we’ve got a party to go to, sugar.”

kokushibo’s eyes slide toward him with a tired look. “you never mentioned the part where she had to be surprised.”

“i said it would be more fun that way,” tengen shrugs. “you can’t spell spontaneity without… okay, well, yes… you can—but the point stands!”

you just groan and point to the couch. “explain. all of this.”

and like that, they settle in, absurdly shirtless and smug, ready to talk your ear off. but your heart’s already racing. they’re up to something. and you’ve got the sneaking suspicion that halloween night isn’t going to end with you finishing that horror movie.

“so here’s the thing,” tengen begins dramatically, flopping back onto your couch with one arm slung across the cushions and the other gesturing grandly. “this party? it’s exclusive. invitation-only. i pulled so many strings. and they require a dress code. thematic. coordinated. sexy.”

kokushibo stands near the doorway still, arms crossed, but his gaze is steady on you. “he insisted on matching,” he says, like it’s a sexy war crime. can war crime be sexy? whatever.

“matching is cute,” tengen defends. “it says we’re a unit. a trio of hotness. like a throuple but make it fashion.”

you’re already sighing when tengen produces a small plastic bag from behind a pillow like a magician revealing his next trick. it crinkles as he hands it to you with way too much excitement.

“here,” he says, eyes twinkling. “your destiny.”

you peer into the bag. it’s a pink cowgirl costume. very short skirt, white fringe, a halter top that’s definitely not made for anyone over a b-cup, and glittery star pasties just in case. your brows shoot up.

“you’re joking.”

“i never joke about aesthetics.”

you narrow your eyes. “this is tiny.”

“well, yeah,” he says, completely unashamed. “i sized it down one. trust me, it’ll hug you in all the right places.”

“so you can ogle me in public?”

“so i can worship you before we even get there,” he counters with a wink.

you glance at kokushibo, hoping for backup—but instead, his crimson eyes meet yours, slow and unflinching.

“you would look beautiful in it,” he says, voice quiet but firm. “elegant. alluring.”

he’s not saying it to charm you. he means it…. snap out of it! he’s trying to ogle you too. he wants to fuck you!!

“fine,” you mumble, grabbing the bag. “but if it doesn’t fit, i’m wearing my sweats and you will deal with it.”

you disappear to your room and pull the thing on—and you immediately know tengen did this on purpose.

the skirt is scandalously short, the top rides up every time you breathe, and it clings to your hips like it was painted on. you glare at yourself in the mirror for a full minute before storming back out.

“tengen.”

his head whips around—then promptly falls back against the couch with a groan. “oh my god. i am a genius.”

kokushibo’s reaction is quieter, but his eyes trail down your body in slow, devilish sweeps, jaw tightening slightly like he’s biting something back.

you put your hands on your hips. “it’s too tight.”

“it’s perfect,” tengen beams, already standing. “you’re perfect. don’t change. i’ll kill you if you change. damn, pretty girl.”

you roll your eyes—but your cheeks are warm. and their stares are making it hard to pretend like you’re not already melting.

tengen’s hands are on you before you can even blink. one snakes around your waist, the other skimming up your arm with a lightness that makes your skin tingle. he crowds close, towering and shirtless and smug, cowboy hat dipping forward as he leans in like he’s about to tell a secret.

“damn, baby,” he murmurs, voice low and sweet with syrup. “you wear this like it was sewn onto you. look at these curves.”

his hand slides down to your hip, palm spreading over the tight pink fabric, fingers flexing just a little—just enough to make you shift under his touch.

you lift a brow, trying to act unaffected. “tengen,” you deadpan, “are you ovulating?”

he barks out a laugh, head tipping back. kokushibo sighs somewhere behind you, muttering something in that irritated, quiet way of his. “disgraceful.” 

tengen grins like it fuels him, “for you? pretty thing like you walkin’ around like that?” he leans in, mouth brushing your ear. “absolutely. i am spiritually, emotionally, and hormonally ovulating.”

“that’s not even—”

“shh,” he says, touching your cheek, “don’t ruin this moment. my body’s making you a theoretical baby right now.”

you snort, trying to squirm away from his grip, but his hands are already sliding around your waist again, pulling you flush to him. his breath is warm, and he smells like expensive cologne and trouble.

“don’t act like you don’t love it,” he teases, eyes dropping to your lips. “you put this on for us. and i think we should thank you properly, don’t you?”

behind you, kokushibo shifts closer. 

and just like that, your knees feel a little less reliable.

“w-wait, wait—hold on,” you gasp, hands pushing at tengen’s chest, though it’s like trying to stop a brick wall with a feather. “what are we even doing right now?”

you’re breathless, pressed between their heat and attention, your costume already starting to ride up from how close they’re crowding in. kokushibo’s fingers brush the bare skin just above your thigh while tengen’s thumb is rubbing slow little circles into your lower back like it’s second nature.

tengen gives you that grin—that devastating grin, full of teeth and mischief and promise. his head tilts and he strokes your cheek with the back of his knuckles like he’s talking to someone fragile.

“what do you mean, sweetheart?” he says, too innocently. “we’re celebrating. you look too damn good not to be properly appreciated.”

you narrow your eyes. “appreciated how?”

his grin widens, pupils blown just a bit. “well,” he hums, like he’s reading a list, “we could start with the classics. ride him, blow me? but—” he lifts your chin with two fingers, eyes sparkling—“you do look like a lover girl in this little cowgirl number, so maybe…spitroast?” he’s kinda muttering to himself at this point. 

you sputter. “tengen.”

“no? alright, we could always try something new—maybe dp?” he continues, like he’s genuinely considering the menu. “ooh! eiffel tower? nostalgic. crowd favorite.”

kokushibo exhales slowly, and you feel it behind you, warm against the nape of your neck.

“she’s overwhelmed,” he says flatly, but his hands have found your hips and they’re holding you like you’re already claimed.tengen just chuckles, pressing a kiss to your temple. “nah. she lives for it.” your breath catches the moment kokushibo’s mouth finds the curve of your neck, lips brushing soft before they press, warm and steady, just below your ear.

his hands, those long and elegant fingers, slip beneath the fringe of your costume with ease—one splayed wide across your stomach, anchoring you, the other curling upward with maddening slowness until he cups the swell of your tits through the too-tight fabric.

you gasp, and that just makes tengen laugh, his hand still resting heavy on your waist as he watches you squirm between them.

“uh-oh,” he sings, eyes bright with wicked joy, “looks like kokushibo picked a side. unfair advantage, don’t you think?”

your lips part, but nothing comes out. kokushibo hums low against your skin, his lips trailing down to your shoulder now, his teeth just grazing as his thumb drags over your nipple in slow, purposeful circles.

“we haven’t even started the vote,” tengen teases, leaning in, until you’re caged by two overwhelming forces. “so, lover girl—what’s it gonna be tonight?”

you try to speak, try to say anything, but kokushibo pinches just enough to pull a breathy moan from your throat, and tengen eats the sound from your lips with a groan of his own.

“mhm,” he smirks, pulling back just enough to look you in the eye. “see? she’s ovulating now.”

your voice is barely a whisper when it comes out. soft. reluctant. sweet with embarrassment.

“…eiffel tower.”

the words slip from your lips like a confession and the second they’re in the air, you feel kokushibo’s hand pause on your chest, the grip on your waist tighten, and tengen—tengen—goes completely still.

then he coos.

“ohhhh, you sexy woman,” he says, sounding positively delighted. “you do love us matching, huh?”

your face burns hot. you try to look away, but tengen’s already cupping your chin between his fingers, tilting your head back to him like you’re fragile and precious and already undone.

“say it again,” he teases, voice low and lilting. “say it all sweet like that, just for me.”

you pout. “don’t tease.”

he kisses the corner of your mouth, smiling into it. “i live to tease. but i also live to please.”

kokushibo’s lips return to your neck, firmer now, his breath steady as he whispers, “then let her feel it.” and tengen, still grinning, murmurs, “let’s give her a night worth blushing over, yeah?”

you gasp, hands finding tengen’s chest as kokushibo’s teeth graze the dip of your shoulder. “w-wait! the party—tengen, you said there’s a party!”

his brows shoot up like you just accused him of murder, even though his fingers are still grazing the inside of your thigh.

“technically,” he says, all fake offense and gleaming teeth, “i said there was a party. past tense. dead. canceled. obliterated.” you blink up at him, breathless. “you never even intended to go, did you?”

“of course i intended to go!” he protests, flicking your chin gently with a grin. “but then you came out lookin’ like that, pretty thing, and kokushibo started gettin’ handsy, and now look at us. this? this is fate.”

“we could’ve made it,” you pout, only half-hearted now as kokushibo’s fingers start tugging your costume’s zipper down, slow and careful.

“we still can,” tengen says, voice light, eyes dark. “just after we take care of some… pressing matters.”

“thirty minutes,” kokushibo murmurs behind you, his lips brushing your ear, the depth of his voice so calm it feels criminal. “you’ll forget the party ever existed.”

tengen hums in agreement. “besides, they wouldn’t survive us showing up anyway. not with the way you’re about to look.”

you groan, but you’re already melting, already tugged deeper into their rhythm, into the heat and harmony they move with like a well-rehearsed act.

they start talking logistics like it’s the most normal thing in the world, voices lazy, confident—like they’ve negotiated this a hundred times before, every move practiced, every glance loaded with anticipation.

kokushibo’s hands trail down your sides, grip solid, and his voice is all rumble, steady and sure. “i’ll take her first,” he murmurs, dark eyes on tengen’s, “let her warm up on my cock. you take her mouth, get her all pretty and messy for us.”

tengen flashes a wolfish grin, already crowding closer, his hand sliding up your throat just enough to tilt your chin up. “sounds perfect to me, partner. don’t worry, sweetheart—we’re gonna make you forget your own name.”

you try to answer, but kokushibo’s already turning you around, tugging your skirt up, his palm warm and large as he bends you over the edge of the couch. your breath hitches as you feel him behind you, the blunt head of his cock dragging up your folds, teasing you with slow, deliberate circles.

“so wet for us already,” he growls, pushing in inch by inch, filling you up steady, making you stretch and gasp. “always so good for me..” he rubs reverent circles on your asscheek before he places a hard—

— slap!

you whimper, vision swimming as tengen kneels in front of you, brushing hair from your face. “open up, gorgeous,” he purrs, tapping your cheek with his cock, already thick and leaking. pre-cum dragging a line from your cheek to lips,  “there we go—good girl. take all of me, c’mon. you can do it.”

the stretch is dizzying, both ends of you claimed and adored. kokushibo’s hips rock slow at first, grinding deep, his hand tangled in your hair, holding you steady for tengen.

“look at her,” tengen groans, thrusting shallow into your mouth, his other hand stroking your jaw. “fuck, she’s a vision. eyes rolling back, drooling all over me—so fuckin’ beautiful.”

“she can take more,” kokushibo rumbles, and he proves it with a sudden, sharp thrust, making you choke around tengen’s cock, moaning loud and wild.

“such a good girl,” tengen coos, voice pure filth, hips snapping faster. “look at you—gettin’ fucked dumb like a cute little slut. you love it, huh? love being used like this?”

you’re lost in it—tears slipping down your cheeks from the stretch, from the praise, from the way they pass you back and forth like you’re their favorite prize. kokushibo thrusts deep, hitting your spot over and over, his voice a gravelly growl. “taking me so well. perfect little thing, you’re milking me already. gonna let us fill you up, yeah?”

tengen’s cock twitches in your mouth and he pulls out just enough for you to gasp for air, his thumb catching your spit. “that’s it, sweetheart. breathe for us. let us see those pretty eyes.”

your mind’s white-noise static, every nerve alight, body trembling as they move together—kokushibo pounding into you with that unyielding, perfect rhythm, tengen fucking your throat just as eagerly, trading filthy praise back and forth, watching you fall apart for them.

“can you take more?” kokushibo murmurs, stroking your lower back, hips snapping hard. “or are you too dumb for words now?” tengen chuckles, squeezing your chin, pulling your gaze up to meet his. “nah, she’s just blissed out. our pretty little girl. look at you—mouth full, pussy stuffed, shaking like you need it.”

and you do—you need it all, every filthy word, every bruising grip, every second of their practiced, overwhelming, beautiful chaos. they move like they’re playing a game only they know the rules to—thrusting back and forth, letting you feel the difference in their pace, the way they both build you up, tear you down, then rebuild you again, moaning praises as your body clenches and shudders under their hands.

you come apart for them, helpless, and they don’t stop—each thrust, each praise, each teasing word just fueling the fire that’s got your eyes rolling back and your voice breaking, high and desperate, as you give them everything they want.

you don’t know how long it’s been—time’s gone blurry, reduced to slick, desperate friction and their voices all tangled up with yours. your body’s already wrecked, thighs trembling, whole body shaking with aftershocks that just keep coming, every new thrust from tengen setting you off again while kokushibo’s hand works your clit in slow, lazy circles.

“that’s it, baby,” tengen coos, sweat beading at his brow  “look at you, still takin’ us, still begging for more. fuck, you’re beautiful like this.”

“you are perfect,” kokushibo’s voice is rough and low in your ear, his thrusts losing rhythm, growing frantic, every movement hitting just right. “so strong. so good for us. take it. take every drop.”

you can’t even answer, not really—just babbling, crying out, shivering, greedy for every last bit of them. your walls clamp around kokushibo so tight you can barely breathe, mouth gone slack as tengen fucks into you with little, ragged stutters.

your hands scrabble for something—anything—to ground you, but all you find is the couch, their skin sticky against yours.

“fuck, ‘m close—she’s squeezin’ me so tight—” tengen grits out, voice breaking into a desperate moan.

“let go,” kokushibo growls, his voice all command, all need. “let us fill you up. let us have you.”

you shudder, body clenching around both of them as you sob out a yes, pleading and helpless, and that’s all it takes—kokushibo surges in deep, hips pressed flush to your ass as you feel his release flood inside you, thick and hot. at the same time, tengen’s hand fists in your hair, his whole body tensing as he follows, hips jerking once, twice, spilling inside you with a low, guttural groan.

the sensation—both of them filling you, stretching you full, heat blooming between your legs—sends you spiraling again, shaking and crying and loving it, loving them, letting yourself be undone in their hands.

they hold you together, both of them pressing in from either side, bodies shaking, panting and cursing and whispering praise until there’s nothing left but sweat, heat, and the messy, dizzy afterglow.  your skin flushes and tingles as you collapse in the space between them. they drag you to your bed, all tangled up—your ridiculous cowgirl costume bunched and wrinkled, hat tipped sideways on the pillow. you lay on your back, utterly spent, one arm draped across tengen’s broad chest and the other tangled in kokushibo’s long, silken hair.

tengen’s hand strokes lazy circles over your thigh, his other hand pillowing his head. he groans, feigning tragedy, “all that effort and we didn’t even make it to the party. i had lines planned! i was gonna win us a prize!”

you snort, nudging his side. “you already won, idiot.”

kokushibo’s voice is smooth and dry, a little smug. “a prize? i find the reward… sufficient.”

tengen scoffs, rolling his eyes but smiling anyway. “easy for you to say. you barely put any glitter on. i had to do your makeup myself, remember?”

kokushibo turns to look at you, feigning innocence. “he insisted on putting glitter on my chest. i objected. he did it anyway.”

you giggle, fingers tracing gentle patterns along kokushibo’s jaw before carding through tengen’s hair, letting your nails graze his scalp. both of them melt under your touch, content and satisfied, the air humming with post-chaos comfort.

“maybe next year, we’ll actually leave the house,” you sigh, smiling up at the ceiling.

tengen grins, tipping his hat over his eyes. “or maybe we just keep ordering costume bundles and see how many we never use.”

kokushibo hums his agreement, his arm coming to rest possessively over your waist. “as long as it is only the three of us, i do not mind.”

and there you are, tucked between them, cowgirl hat slipping over your brow, your laughter soft and bright as the night finally quiets—a little wild, a little ridiculous, and completely perfect.

.

.

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(record stops)

but wait—there’s more! 

the room is thick with warmth and leftover laughter, all three of you tangled on the bed, breathing each other in. tengen lifts his head first, sweat-damp hair falling into his eyes. he gives kokushibo a look—a silent nod, practiced and familiar yet again—and kokushibo rises without a word, quietly disappearing down the hall.

you barely have time to ask before tengen’s big hands find your hips, sliding over your wrinkled cowgirl costume. “can’t let you sleep sticky, pretty thing,” he rumbles, voice honey-slow and fond. “shower time. up you go.”

he peels you from the bed with ridiculous gentleness, lifting you like you weigh nothing at all. your cheeks flush as he pulls your costume off, piece by piece—soft, patient, kissing every new bit of skin as it’s revealed. his hands brush over your stomach, your thighs, lingering at your hips, warm and careful.

he grins, lips pressed to your temple. “you’re a mess, sweetheart. we did a number on you.”

just then, kokushibo calls out quietly, “it’s ready.”

tengen scoops you up bridal style—because of course he does, it’s flashy—and carries you toward the steamy glow of the bathroom. kokushibo is already waiting, steam curling around his frame, eyes soft but burning as he watches you cross the threshold.

tengen sets you down in the tiled shower, the water perfectly hot, and steps in behind you, crowding close as kokushibo moves in on your other side. four hands begin to wash over your skin, slow and decadent. kokushibo massages shampoo through your hair, long fingers working your scalp with that patient, silent focus, while tengen lathers your back, broad palms soothing every ache he left behind.

“we should ruin you more often,” tengen teases, mouth brushing your shoulder. “never seen you look so pretty.”

kokushibo’s voice is lower, a hush of devotion as he rinses suds from your hair. “she is always beautiful. but tonight, she was a masterpiece.”

the water pours down, heat loosening every muscle. between their careful hands and sweet words, you let yourself melt—cleaned, cherished, sandwiched between the two men who know exactly how to handle you. you sigh, eyes fluttering closed as tengen’s hands wander lower, slipping from your waist to your hips, cupping your ass with a playful squeeze. he noses at your ear, voice a low, rough rumble.

“can’t help it, pretty thing,” he murmurs, the grin audible in every word. “seein’ you like this… got me thinking we need a round two.”

his words spark a shiver through you, even as kokushibo presses closer, his chest flush to yours, arms sliding around your middle. his lips skim your temple, breath blowing over your cheek as his hands start to wander—one gliding up your ribs, the other drifting down between your thighs, slow and careful and full of promise.

“she can take it,” kokushibo says, voice even softer now. “she always does.”

tengen snorts, his mouth trailing along your shoulder. “you hear that? even stoic over here wants another taste.”

kokushibo’s fingers find your most sensitive spot, gentle at first but insistent, while tengen’s hands slide up to cup your breasts, his thumbs brushing your nipples until you’re arching between them, breath coming quicker.

“let us worship you, sweetheart,” tengen hums, his mouth pressed to your neck, “all over again.”

tengen’s hands are firm and commanding as he turns you gently in the spray, your back pressed against his chest, his lips dragging slow over your shoulder. “let’s show her how good it feels to be spoiled,” he whispers, voice wicked but soft.

kokushibo’s eyes are half-lidded and hungry as he slides his arms beneath your thighs, lifting you with effortless strength. you gasp, water cascading over both of you, your legs wrapping instinctively around his waist, your body already pulsing with anticipation.

tengen lines himself up behind you, his cock nudging at your entrance, thick and hot, teasing you until you squirm in kokushibo’s arms. “relax for me, pretty,” tengen coaxes, and then he pushes in slow, every inch filling you, stretching you until you moan, your head tipping forward onto kokushibo’s shoulder.

kokushibo captures your lips, swallowing your gasp in a kiss that’s all tongue and slow-burn hunger. his hands flex beneath you, supporting every tremble, every arch of your back.

he takes your hand, guiding it down between your bodies until you’re gripping him, hard and slick with water. “show me how you want it,” he murmurs against your mouth, guiding your strokes, his eyes never leaving your face as you jerk him off, matching the rhythm of tengen’s deep thrusts.

tengen’s grip on your hips is steady, his pace greedy but not hurried, rolling you back onto him while kokushibo devours every sound you make. their praises mingle in the steam, filthy and delightful—

“so tight for us, baby—taking it so well—” tengen groans, hips snapping forward.

“....perfect,” kokushibo breathes, his lips dragging along your jaw as you work him with trembling fingers, making him curse low and soft.

it’s a tangle of hands and mouths, steam and heat, all your senses overloaded by the way they handle you—kokushibo’s lips bruising yours, tengen’s cock filling you from behind, both of them working you toward another dizzy, perfect ruin.

your head falls back onto tengen’s broad shoulder, breathless, mouth open in a gasp as he thrusts into you—steady, deep, every roll of his hips sending sparks straight through your core. kokushibo’s hand is still guiding yours along his length, his eyes locked on your face, watching every expression like it’s precious.

tengen groans, nipping at your ear, his voice dropping to a rumble that thrums against your skin. “she’s ready for you, partner. can’t you see it? look at how she’s falling apart.”

kokushibo’s grip tightens beneath your thighs, water sluicing over both of you as he lines himself up, his cock brushing slick and insistent against your entrance, right alongside tengen’s.

“relax, darling,” kokushibo murmurs, kissing your temple as tengen holds you open.

you brace yourself, body quivering with anticipation—and then kokushibo presses in, slow but relentless, filling you alongside tengen, the stretch so much your vision swims. your walls clench, pulse skittering wild as you’re opened up for both of them at once.

the sound you make is caught between a cry and a moan, your hips rolling down greedily as you adjust to the thick, overwhelming fullness. kokushibo kisses you, swallowing every shaky whimper, while tengen’s hands dig into your hips, steadying you for the delicious, unbearable pressure.

“fuck, she’s so tight—look at her, taking us both,” tengen groans, pride in his tone.

kokushibo’s breath shudders in your ear as he begins to move, finding a rhythm with tengen that has them thrusting in tandem—sometimes together, sometimes one after the other, working you open, coaxing moans from your throat with every slow, perfect stroke.

you’re lost in it—full, stretched, worshipped—body trembling, jaw slack, every part of you taken and loved, water washing away the mess but not the heat. you cling to kokushibo’s neck, fingers tightening, legs locked around him as you arch and whimper, the pleasure building higher and higher.

they move together, a practiced duo, voices soft and filthy in your ear, praises and promises tangled up with every thrust—until you’re shaking, undone, begging for more, loving every second of the overwhelming, impossible bliss.

the steam fogs the glass and muffles every sound except your bodies, slick skin against skin, the thud of your heartbeat in your ears. tengen holds you tight, his mouth at your shoulder, letting himself go—his moans tumbling out raw and shameless, high and broken, as he pounds into you with reckless pleasure. he doesn’t bother hiding how much he loves it, how good you feel, every sound he makes echoing between the three of you.

“fuck—oh, fuck—god, you’re so good—” he babbles, his hands gripping your hips so tight you know you’ll feel it tomorrow, his cock sliding in and out alongside kokushibo’s, everything messy and delicious and overwhelming.

kokushibo’s pace is measured, relentless. he’s mostly silent, lips pressed together, face taut with focus—only letting out the occasional low grunt or curse, the muscles in his jaw and neck flexing as he holds you steady, lifts you just so, driving deep inside you. every thrust is controlled, every movement made to make you shake and gasp, and his eyes are heavy-lidded, utterly fixated on you.

your body rocked between their chests, your mind gone hazy and bright. tengen’s moans and kokushibo’s soft grunts blend with the slap of wet skin, the whine of the water, your own helpless cries. you arch against kokushibo, head tipping back onto tengen’s shoulder, water streaming down your body. you feel both their cocks moving inside you, stretching you to your limit, and you can barely breathe from how much you love it.

tengen’s voice breaks as he shudders, hips stuttering. “can’t—gonna—fuck, you’re perfect—”

kokushibo’s grip tightens, his breath hot against your ear as he thrusts harder, deeper, filling you so full you swear you’re splitting open on pleasure alone.

their hands anchor you, their bodies surround you, their pleasure just as wild and desperate as yours. you can’t speak. you don’t need to. everything is heat, and fullness, and the relentless rhythm of being taken apart and put back together in their arms.

your voice is raw, shaky, trembling with need as you gasp, “wanna feel you—on my face. both of you.”

they freeze for a second, the rhythm stalling, tengen’s groan sharp and desperate, kokushibo’s eyes flashing with something darker. reluctantly, they slip out—kokushibo easing you down, tengen steadying your trembling legs, the two of them guiding you gently to your knees on the warm, slick tile.

you look up at them, hair plastered wet to your cheeks, lips swollen and eyes glassy with pleasure. they stand over you, cocks thick and glistening, both of them breathing hard, muscles taut and flushed from holding back.

tengen is the first to break, voice half a moan, half a plea. “fuck, baby—look at you. you want it that bad, huh?”

you nod, licking your lips, and tengen grins, breathless, cock already in your hand. kokushibo steps forward too, his eyes never leaving yours, quiet but shaking as he lets you wrap your other hand around him.

you stroke them both, one in each fist, twisting your wrists the way you know drives them crazy—tengen moaning, almost sobbing, kokushibo letting out a guttural, broken grunt as his hips jerk forward.

“look at her, god—she’s perfect,” tengen mumbles, his head falling back, abs flexing under your touch.

“she is,” kokushibo mutters, his voice tight, deep, just above a whisper.

you keep going, pumping them faster, squeezing tight, tongue out and ready, eyes pleading. “please,” you whimper. “want to taste it, please—”

that’s all it takes—tengen curses, hips twitching, and he spills first, painting your lips, your cheek, hot and messy as you keep stroking, licking the tip when you can. kokushibo isn’t far behind, his jaw clenched, thighs trembling as he releases with a moan, ropes of heat shooting at your face and down your neck, splattering across your chest and collarbones.

their breaths echo in the shower stall, heavy and shaky, the only sound for a moment the drip of water and your own soft, blissed-out laugh as you blink up at them, skin slick and shining with their release.

tengen grins, kneeling down to kiss you, not caring about the mess, while kokushibo strokes your hair, his thumb tracing your cheek, pride and pleasure mingling in his heavy-lidded stare.

“perfect girl,” tengen murmurs, breathless and utterly wrecked.

kokushibo just hums, satisfied, and pulls you in, letting the water wash all three of you clean again.

[leahhimejima]

THIS is a masterpiece. I dont care if Kokushibo is OOC.

[leahhimejima]

Come Home

Title: Come Home

Characters: Sanemi x Fem reader

Prompt: When Sanemi is so insecure that he tries to sabotage the relationship, but you wont let him.

Notes: Drama, Angst, Hurt, Comfort, Violence, slight Romance

Author’s Note: I’m being a little anti fluff right now, so consider this angsty drabbles? I dont know, just had a thought. Yes there is some violence in these, dont maim me for it. 

Comments appreciated

Sanemi:

You two couldn’t stop fighting. Well it was more of him fighting and you absorbing the abuse that wasn’t particularly aimed at you. But everyone has limits, even those as patient as you and you finally bit back, and then the tornado in Sanemi erupted. 

Harsh words were thrown, tears were shed and violent pounding into walls caused Sanemi to break his hand. You attempted to help him, being head of the medical corps. But instead of accepting, you were violently pushed away and rewarded with a concussion as your head hit the edge of the balcony. He panicked, rushed you to the Butterfly mansion and threatened Aoi within an inch of her life to treat you. 

Then the fucker disappeared.

Three days later, your head was still pounding but you returned to your shared estate to face another tornado. But he wasn’t in the house. Your usually warm home is now empty and cold and suddenly too big. But a packed bag with some of Sanemi’s belongings lay neatly on the side of the bed and your heart sank. With a sigh you just mentally give up and take a stroll to the riverside. It may be dark but you knew the patrols were around to keep you safe. 

Your feet were barely soaking in the water when the rustling of the wind broke your peace. 

You just cant catch a fucking break. 

Sanemi cautiously walks over to you, looking a little guarded, a little on alert, and a whole lot worried. 

There is silence for a few moments, but then he breaks first. 

“I’m leaving for a while. I think it’s best we don’t see each other anymore. This isnt working. I’m not right for you.”

You say nothing, your eyes fixated in front of you at the still water surface. 

Another silence. 

“I’ve already taken most of my things out of the house. I know you hold a grudge over what happened a few days ago,” he mutters and you roll your eyes. 

“I believe in grudges. I will heal in hell,” you respond. You dont see his posture stiffen or his eyes widen for a moment. Nor do you see how absolutely shattered he looks as his shoulder slump forward. 

“You have anything else to say? You usually have sooooo much on the tip of that sharp tongue of yours. Or would you rather use your fists this time?”

Unshed tears threaten to fall out of Sanemi’s eyes but he pushes them back, his fists balling so tight to keep his composure. 

“End me.” His words are gruff as he throws his sword to your side. You eye the sword for a moment before grasping it in your hands and standing up. You turn to him, stoic expression save for the tears that roll down your cheeks freely. You raise the sword and lay the tip right on his exposed chest and he takes in a deep breath as if ready for the blow. 

“That’s it baby. Hurt me, fight me, send me to fucking hell. But don’t you dare cry over me. I am not worth it,” he says, pushing his chest deeper into the blade. His skin pierces and you see droplets of blood pooling. 

“You are insane,” you huff and throw the blade on the floor, “let’s go home.”

“Y/N,”

Now your eyes are raging in anger and you swear you can feel steam coming out of your ears. The fury this man’s self sabotaging invokes in you is ungodly. 

“All you have to do for me is show up Sanemi! Be late, be scared, be a fucking mess. Be the goddamn asshole you damn well know you can be. Just be here! WITH ME. We will figure the rest out but for the love of god stop trying to sabotage us simply because you cannot accept that you deserve some fucking happiness,” you roar. 

He looks stunned, his breath catching in his throat as he stares at you. 

“I love you, have loved you through your self hatred, through the chaos, through the wars you rage on others trying so desperately to be there for you. So go ahead and finish your game of self sabotage and COME HOME. I want to go home, the home with you in it.”

You don’t give him a chance to respond, you just turn on your heel and head back towards your shared estate. 

It took an hour, but you hear the door slide open while you laying in bed. 

Without a word he undresses and yanks the blanket of you. 

Hard harsh kisses litter your body and he begs for forgiveness as he pulls orgasm after orgasm out of you. 

Sanemi may be broken, but you will continue to try to glue his broken pieces back together. 

[leahhimejima]

Delicious Nightmares

Title: Delicious Nightmares.

Characters: Shinjuro Rengoku x fem reader

Prompt: When Shinjuro is plagued with nightmares and you make him feel better.

Notes: NSFW, MDNI, Romance, Angst, Fluff

Authors Note: Because an anon wanted to be smart, please be advised SHINJURO is Kyojoro's FATHER and is probably in his 40's. His little brother is NOT the character in this story.

It was just a dream

Because all I want to do is make your nightmares feel better <3 

He sat up with a gasp and desperately tried to catch his breath. Frantically looking around, he tried to take into account his surroundings and when his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he breathed a sigh of relief. He was in his own bed at home and not choking on his own blood while being impaled by a demon.

It was just a dream. A pretty fucked up nightmare to be precise. 

It took Shinjuro a moment to catch himself. The visuals of his nightmare were pretty intense to a point where he still had goosebumps and the hairs on the back of his neck still stood on end. He was drenched in an unpleasant layer of sweat and his heart still beat way too rapid for his liking beneath his chest. Turning his attention to the nightstand, he took note of the time and groaned to himself. It was barely 6:00 am and it was still dark out. Not the best time to wake up when he was home away from missions for a few days. His desired wake up time was way pass breakfast time. 

Turning to his other side, he gazed at the beauty that still lay sleeping peacefully beside him. Relief washed over him at the realisation that he hadn’t awoken her from her slumber. Y/N had a very difficult time sleeping and he was happy his abrupt awakening didn’t affect her. He smiled at the sight of her. A few stray curls were draped across her soft features and the blanket exposed her delicate naked breasts. Her pouty lips glistened in the soft moon light that peaked through the curtains and the memory of those lips wrapped around him earlier in the evening made him smile. To him she never looked more beautiful. 

Laying a soft kiss on her exposed shoulder, he pulled the blanket over her and it caused her to stir a little. He followed by laying another soft kiss on her forehead before quietly slipping out of bed and putting on a pair of loose pants. Going back to sleep wasn’t an option as he was wound up a little too much to relax. His nightmare had shook him a bit too much for his liking. It was strange, the closer it got to him going back to missions, the nightmares would start. At first he thought it was just his subconscious not wanting to go back to work, but his better judgement said it was just him dreading leaving her again for a little while. Leaving her wasn’t his favourite thing to do but oh did she make up for it when he came back home, over and over again. 

It was too early for breakfast and too dark and cold to take a little stroll outside. Reading books wasn’t really his cup of tea so his only suitable option was to go to to his dojo in the backyard and start his workout a little earlier. Working out always made him happy and letting out the nightmare’s frustration was just what he needed. 

An hour into it, he had done a stint of cardio, the weights and now he was laid out on the wooden bench press, trying to break his own personal record before he’d break his neck. 

“Somebody is up early,” a voice softly spoke just as he put the weights back down. Shinjuro lifted his head slightly to see a Y/N standing at the door entrance of the dojo. Her curls were pinned messily atop her head with a few stray curls falling round her face and she wore, yet again, his haori that barely covered her breasts. And my god, did she look sexy in his clothes.

“Couldn’t sleep.” The response came out a lot more dry than he had intended and it didn’t fall on deaf ears. 

“Couldn’t or wouldn’t?” She straddled his hips and cupped his face in her soft hands and kissed his lips softly for a long moment. Shinjuro crooned and shrugged when they broke she the kiss. “Bit of both. Bad dream and didn’t want to wake you so came down here to blow off some steam,” he whispered, brushing a curl away from her eyes before giving her another peck on her lips. 

“Wanna talk about it?” She asked and he shook his head. “No, it was just a dream. You should go back to bed.” He turned his face to kiss the inside of her hand that held his cheek. The warmth of her hands soothed him extremely. 

She shook her head before dipping down to kiss him again. “I can’t sleep without you, I can feel when you aren’t there,” she breathed against his lips between a kiss. Part of Shinjuro’s ego smiled at that, feeling somewhat empowered that this beauty on top of him couldn’t sleep peacefully without his presence. The realisation sent a little heatwave through his body. Y/N deepened the kiss, her tongue seeking entrance into his mouth as her hands tangled into his sweat damped  fiery colored hair hair. His hands in turn slipped under his haori and caressed her hips and moaned into her mouth at the notion that she was not wearing anything underneath. He immediately hardened and she smiled at the feeling of him pressing against her nakedness through his pants. “Why, hello there,” she whispered, her tongue tracing his bottom lip. His hands tightened their grip on her hips as a response. “Good morning.”

Instantly upon the tightening of his grip, her hips started to slowly and lightly gyrate against him and the motion caused him to groan and bite her lower lip. “I want you,” he groaned, capturing her lips in a passionate intense kiss. Their tongues dueled for dominance before she gave in and let him take control of the kiss and she melted into him, her still covered breasts pressing against his chest. The contact caused her nipples to harden painfully against him, causing her to moan.

“You already have me, all of me,” she whispered into his ear before attaching her lips to his neck, sucking and licking every so lightly. His skin broke out in delicious chills at her actions and his hands abandoned her hips to trail up her back. Her skin was hot and soft and he wanted nothing more than to rip the damn haori right off her body. “Too much clothes,” he huskily complained, biting her shoulder and pulling at the fabric, “need you now.” 

Y/N smiled against his neck and lifted herself up. Bracing herself, she placed her hands on his chest to support herself. She smiled evilly at him while biting her lower lip, and the sight made him jolt a little. In her smile he saw something more beautiful than all the stars in the sky and the desire in her eyes reflected the desire he felt for her and the need he had for her at that very moment. She was a completely wild mynx that he catastrophically lusted after every second of the day and if he didn’t have her soon, he’d go mad. 

“Need you,” he groaned out again when she rolled her hips into him again, this time with much firmer so that he could feel how wet she was. “Now,” he demanded, his hands roaming past her stomach and cupping both of her breasts. He kneaded them roughly, which earned him a delicious moan and harder rolls into him. He was now painfully erect against her center, twitching almost painfully and he needed release and needed to relieve himself in her. He wouldn’t have her any other way at the moment. Little did he realise that she had other plans. 

“Now,” he demanded again, ripping the haori off her. He sat up instantly and pulled her towards him, pulling her flush against him and capturing her lips in a searingly passionate kiss. Moaning her approval, her arms instantly wrapped around his neck and kissed him fervently, her hips unable to control their movements. She continued to ride him, more roughly now through his pants and Shinjuro was starting to get dizzy with desire. He pulled the clip out that held her hair together and the curls came cascading down her face. He loved her curls and the way they framed her face perfectly. 

She abruptly broke the kiss and they both were breathing heavily. Her chest heaved against his and her hard nipples tickled his own skin deliciously. “But it’s time for breakfast,” she teased, the tip of her tongue trailing along his jawline. He growled out his protest but he knew better than to stop her from eating. Y/N had a healthy appetite and he knew better than to deny her when she was hungry. 

“Ok,” he mumbled defeatedly and gripped her hips as to lift her off him. But she didn’t budge, instead, she pushed her hips down more to pin him in place and pushed him away from her so that he was lying back flat on the bench press again. He gave her a confused look as his hands lay loosely around her waist. But she merely smirked, a mischievous look glistening in her deep brown orbs. “I said it was time for my breakfast,” she mewled, one hand stroking him over his pants while she licked her lips. “Didn’t say anything about yours.” 

Shinjuro chuckled. He knew exactly what she meant and he was getting flustered at the idea of it. “How hungry are you?” He asked, kissing her again. “Famished,” she breathed against his lips before trailing her kisses from his lips to his jawline, nipping at his neck for a few moments before the tip of her tongue circled both of his nipples. He hissed at her actions, loving the way her hot tongue made his body tingle all over. She was an expert with her tongue and if he didn’t concentrate, he would lose control. When her mouth got to his pants, she teased him some more, lightly biting and sucking at him through the now soaked fabric. He jumped a little when the tip of her tongue ran along the skin right at the rim of his pants. 

“Baby,” he panted, urging her to to take off the fabric that was currently torturing his aching body. He ached extremely, ached for her, her mouth, ached for the way she always pleased him. Chuckling at the turn of power, her hands gripped the waist of his pants and he lifted his hips to help her ease them off him. And at long last they were both naked and she licked her lips again at the sight before her. 

“Absolutely famished,” she breathily moaned softly before running the tip of her tongue from the base right to the tip. Shinjuro gasped loudly, the jolt of sensations instantly driving him mad. Her lips instantly curved into a smile against him, loving the power she held over him. She knew exactly how to please him orally and his reactions were making her so wet. She needed more of him, needed to taste more of him. After teasing the length of him repeated with the tip of her tongue, she switched to strategically sucking at various spots around his shaft, adding and releasing pressure. Torturing him was her gameplan, and she loved the various moans, gasps and grips on her hair and shoulders that emitted from him. She alternated from his shaft to his testicles, taking each into her mouth and Shinjuro writhed underneath, begging her to keep going. She wasn’t going to stop, had no intention of stopping. 

When she finally took him completely in her mouth, Shinjuro hissed loudly and gripped her hair tightly, causing Y/N to hum her approval. The vibrations of her humming sent an unexpected jolt through his system and caused him to buck his hips and she took him all in to the back of her throat. “Oh yes,” he panted as she expectedly bobbed her head up and down, her tongue alternating between circling his head and lapping up and down the length of him. Occasionally she’d deep throat him and he’d quiver each time. Desperately searching for her, he tried to reach for her breasts to play with her hard nipples, but she’d have none of it. This was her playtime and she didn’t need any distractions, no matter how good they may feel. 

“Come here,” he begged, trying to pull her up to him, “come and ride me. Please, I need you to ride me.”

When she didn’t budge, he growled and pushed deeper into her mouth causing her to moan appreciatively against him. “I want to be inside you,” he cried out, his hands fisting in her hair. Y/N shook her head and made a noise of protest. She added one hand for friction and slowly stroked him up and down as her mouth continued this sweet assault on his body. 

“Baby, stop, stop,” he pleaded, feeling his climax near. He wanted her on top of him, gripping his shoulders and riding him to oblivion. But she just didn’t fucking move from her position. 

Instead she sucked harder, pumped him faster and harder and pretty soon he came hard and hot into her hungry mouth. Sh drank him all in as his climax pulsed onto her tongue and Shinjuro panted hard, trying desperately to catch his breath. 

After swallowing every last drop of him, she laid a few soft kisses on the tip before trailing her kisses back up his body. She licked her lips before laying a soft kiss on his own lips. “Yummy,” she purred before letting out an adorable little giggle that made him smile. 

Damn this woman knew exactly how to please him. He just couldn’t get enough of her. He needed her like a drowning man needed air and he was suffocating when he couldn’t have her. 

“You are amazing,” he panted, looking lovingly into her orbs. She blushed before kissing his chin. “Because of you.”

He captured her lips in a searing kiss as he sat up holding her flush against him. She gasped into his mouth before giving in, loving the way he was taking control of the kiss. 

“My turn,” he groaned. As much as she wanted to give in, Y/N broke the kiss and pushed herself off of him. He moaned at the loss of her and grabbed her hand to pull him close but she instead pulled him up to his feet.

“First actual breakfast,” she sighed , standing on her tip toes to kiss him. “And then,” she whispered into his ear, taking his hand and placing it between her legs for him to feel her wetness ,”and then you can have dessert.” 

She released him and tip toed her way to the kitchen, picking up the discarded haori in the process and throwing his pants at him. 

Shinjuro smiled as he sucked her juices off his own fingers. Dessert was starting to sound like his favourite meal of the day. 

[leahhimejima]

its weird of you (not meaning in a rude way) to be grown and write shinjuro nsfw as he is still a minor!!

SHINJURO is the FATHER of Kyojoro Rengoku. SENJURO is the minor.

If you are going to try to question my morals, atleast be brave enough to not do it anonymously.

[leahhimejima]

So ......

My husband is older than me. I personally have an age gap kink so I am thinking of writing some Shinjuro smut. But not rough vulgar mouthed Shinjuro. More like a soft dom who gives you princess treatment.

And because an anon didnt do their research, SHINJURO is the FATHER of Kyojoro, SENJURO is the little minor brother.

Thoughts?

[leahhimejima]

Just a friendly reminder while we simp the Hashiras.

Inosuke and Zenitsu killed more Uppermoons than any single Hashira.......and non Hashira Zenitsu killed an Upper Moon BY HIS DAMN SELF while he was AWAKE.

Ok, back to simping for Gyomei and Sanemi 😘

[leahhimejima]

Twin Angels

Title: Twin Angels. 

Characters: Gyomei Himejima x fem reader

Prompt: How your Hashira husband reacts to you having a miscarriage

Notes: Angst, Child loss, pregnancy loss

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You were supposed to be happy. This was supposed to be a joyous day. You have given the Stone Hashira the greatest gift of all, a precious baby girl. You sat there in the hospital bed, little baby bundled in your arms. Her full head of hair was the same colour of your husband, but she had your button nose and your eyes. She was sleeping peacefully and deep in your bones, you knew she would be gentle and patient like her father. 

You were supposed to be happy. But all you could do was cry. 

Silent tears rolled down your cheeks as you stoically stared at your sleeping child in your arms. 

She was beautiful, but there was no joy to be seen in your own eyes. 

“She is precious,” Gyomei quietly says as he approaches the bed. He kisses the side of your head gently before taking a seat beside you, a proud yet guarded smile etched on his face. 

“Are those happy tears my love?” He asks. 

You say nothing. You only stare at the baby in your arms.

He looks at the precious bundle in your arms and smiles again. 

“My queen has given me the most beautiful princess. I could not be more grateful,” he whispers, his fingers gentle searching for your arm. Again you say nothing, and he frowns. 

“Y/N,” he softly prods. 

Another tear slides down your cheek and lands directly on the baby’s forehead. 

“This is supposed to be the happiest day of my life,” you manage to whisper. 

Gyomei sighs and squeezes your arm softly. 

“She’s healthy and perfect and looks just like her father. She will be strong and beautiful and the light of our lives,” you whisper, your finger slowly pulling the blanket down to expose her cute chin. Another tear rolls down your cheek.

“But there were supposed to be two.” The words came out cracked. 

“My love,” Gyomei offers, but you pay him no heed. 

“I’m supposed to be happy……..but I cant be. Because there were supposed to be two.” Your bottom lip quivers uncontrollably, but the rest of your body remains completely still, too concerned with keeping your baby safe. You hoped to the heavens that your arms could do what your womb couldnt, protect the life you and Gyomei made.  

“Maybe this was a blessing in disguise,” Gyomei says. 

Your eyes dart to him not in offence but in wait for clarification. Gyomei has always been very careful with his words and you knew that his words had valuable meaning. Thats what you loved about him. 

“Years ago you openly and without hesitation accepted my request to take in Muichiro when he lost his family. You promised to protect and love him unconditionally because you are the most caring person to have ever graced my life. Muichiro will protect his little sister, just like our other little girl will be protected by Yuichiro. Our first set of twins will protect our second set. Find peace that the Tokito family will embrace our little angel the same way you so graciously embraced Muichiro.”

Tears still streamed down your face, but now with a little less sadness. 

[vrystalius]

Hii there ! Howdy ?

Can u pls write on how hashiras take care of their wives/gfs on their periods ?? Hehe thanks...

Taking care of you during your period.

It’s that terrible time of the month but they’re trying to make it better.

Pairing: Sanemi, Kyojuro, Gyomei, Giyuu x fem!slayer!reader

Sanemi Shinazugawa // Wind Hashira

Although he did grow up with a lot of siblings, none of his sisters were old enough to experience their first blood, so Sanemi doesn’t actually 100% know what exactly is happening and why. He just knows that it cramps and feels like you’re getting stabbed in the abdomen or something along the lines of that.

As someone who definitely got stabbed in the abdomen once or twice, he respects the slayers that still keep up the good work despite having their period. You are one of them.

The first time you had your period around him, Sanemi was a little helpless on what he can do to help or make it better. You seemed more irritable (although understandably so) and he first tried to avoid you since he believed you didn’t want to see him. It took Shinobu dragging him by the earlobe back to you to understand that that was not the case!

And by now he somehow internalised your cycle in his head. Some kind of (bluetooth) connection that leads him to stock on snacks and pads. He’ll have a heated blanket in his arms and be ready to be your cuddle pillow for the rest of the day if you wish.

Overall, he somehow is almost always 100% accurate with your cravings and cycle. Sanemi knows when to let you sling your leg and arm over him while he massages your lower back, both of you wrapped in fuzzy blanket, blocking out the rest of the world so that you can be cocooned in warmth and love.

Your honour, he cooks, he cleans, and most importantly, knows when to do what.

“I’m hungry.” Sanemi mumbled, his cheek nuzzle against the top of your head, his body moving to release himself and untangle himself from your restraints. It wasn’t working.

“Too bad. You’re trapped and mine forever now.” You felt his chest rumble beneath your cheek, his arms still holding you tight against him despite his annoyance. “Can’t have shit, can I?” “You have me and that’s enough.” “I guess.”

You lifted your head to glare at him. “‘I guess?’ Woow. Love you too, dick.” He smirked. Stupid, stupid smirk of his making your inside feel a little warmer. “I love you so much I’ll starve for you for another 10 minutes. Then I’m getting up.” “Noooo…”

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Kyojuro Rengoku // Flame Hashira

Certified Mama’s boy. He knows how to take care of a woman and watched his father take care of his mother plenty of times both while she was healthy and sick, so he definitely knows what to do!

Kyojuro has a mental checklist of sorts he goes over when the time comes: pillows, blankets, plenty of food for the both of you, period products.. that should do it.

You stopped using your heating pad because of Kyojuro— you notice him getting jealous over it. It’s adorable in a way how he glares at it when you think you’re not looking. He could be the one having his hand rest on your stomach. He could use his fingers properly (no not like that!) and massage the pain away, or at least ease it. What does that heating pad of yours do other than scorch your skin away? That’s right. Make a grown man like him jealous.

He turns into a cuddlebug and doesn’t leave your side anymore. You could swear that he is on his period too the way Kyojuro snacks your sweets away and cuddles up against you like you’re about to evaporate or something like that. His leg alone could trap you against him forever.

But Kyojuro still does have duties to attend to. Thankfully they keep themselves short and remain in the local area, so he isn’t gone for days on end and everytime he returns, he comes home with gifts! Take-out from stalls and restaurants from the local area and a new blanket he wanted to try out to build a fort with.

“Trust me beloved, you’ll love this!” Kyojuro grins and rearranges the pillows in some sort of nest formation while you stood there next to the construction site. The pillows are used as walls and blankets were stacked over blankets to make everything warm, fuzzy and comfortable. “There! Our nest.”

He fiddled with the blanket on the top, activating it of sorts. “And the blanket is heated as well!” Kyojuro carefully knelt into the makeshift-nest he created and comfortably curled up. He was blissfully comfortable it seems. “I thought you didn’t like my heating pad and now we’ve got a heated blanket…?”

“Well, we can share the blanket and I can still give you massages.” You can’t really argue with that. He leans over to interlock fingers with yours and gently pulls you closer to his comfortable warmth until you fall into his arms. His arms wrap around your body as he pulls you closer, tucking you in slightly with the heated blanket.

“Hmm, it is comfortable.” Kyojuro hums, his lips briefly meeting your temples. “Should I build this more odten then?” “Mhm.”

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Gyomei Himejima // Stone Hashira

He knows a lot of remedies and recipes that could lessen your ache by heart, just tell him what pains you have and Gyomei can cook something up for you!

Somehow he seems in tune with you and your being and can actually accurately predict when your next period is, although Gyomei won’t really speak it out loud. He instead sticks to quietly caring for you, preparing some herbal tea and setting aside sweets and candies for when you’re in the mood for them.

He is calming and patient with you, even if you are sometimes irritable at times and a little moody. He understands your body is agony and your hormones unbalanced. Books on this topic are rare to come by, especially available in braille, but he did come across a few to read up on.

Luckily his master doesn’t assign him on many missions during your time of the month and Gyomei can stay at home with you, fulfilling his duties as your rather oversized body pillow and mattress.

“Are you comfortable?” He probably isn’t. Your body was halfway draped over his, a heating pad probably scorching a scar into his abdomen while you blissfully soaked up its’ warmth. “Mhmm…”

Gyomei smiled softly. His hand was slowly moving up and down your back, massaging knots away here and there. You groaned into his chest. “You’re the best, Gyo.” “I love you too. Would you mind turning the heating pad down a little?…”

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Giyuu Tomioka // Water Hashira

He kind of forgets every month over and again and panics a little whenever you mention that you’re on your period.

Giyuu is not panicking because he is disgusted or anything, he’s just mentally checking off a list of things you might need for the coming days. Pads? Got them. Tampons? Do you even use them? Snacks? Running low, gotta go get more. You? Curled up into a ball and writhing around in pain.

He is awkward, like he always is, but trying his best to keep you comfortable and happy. Every five to ten minutes he is asking again and again if you need anything as if you have changed your mind in the past ten minutes.

Giyuu as at your disposal for everything. He is down to cook, clean and lie in bed with you from sunrise to sundown if you want (or until his crow knocks on the estate’s windows to drag him away again). As long as you’re somewhat happy and not constantly suffering.

“I got cookies. Can I come in?” Giyuu stood outside your shared bedroom with a basket of cookies in his arms, awkwardly shuffling his weight from his left to right feet. “It’s your bedroom too.”

You were curled up in bed, wrapped in all your blankets, the sunlight blocked the best you could. The room resembled the cave of a predator more than a his bedroom and yet he somehow found the courage to step in. You’re his partner, surely you’re not going to bite.

“The cookies.” A single arm snaked out from your blankets. Giyuu shuffled closer and placed them down onto your palm. “Are those the ones you like so much?”

Your arm disappeared into the formless blanket alongside the cookies, probably hoarded for later consumption. Phew, you do like them. “Join me.”

Without resistance, Giyuu slipped his haori off his shoulder and threw it onto a chair. “I gotta leave later though, I promised to train with Sanemi later.” “Nuh uh.” “Nuh uh? Seriously?” “You’re staying.” “Okay.”

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Author’s note. Thank you for reading!

So I’ve been gone for a week (maybe two) and I finished watching Hazbin Hotel season two, went to the gym for the first time in forever and dyed my hair for the first time ever! Not my most productive days but definitely fun. I missed writing and my blorbos and I wanted to upload something again :> so here u go!! Hope you guys enjoyed this!!

Also I read a lot of sweet comments and actually got a private message or two being extremely sweet about how they like my stuff. Things like these really motivate me and so thank you for supporting me! Even if I’m not the most consistent person lmao. Bear with me

Anyways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough!!

Take care of yourselves <33

[lunarkace]

࿔*:･ﾟ giyu can’t go a day without burying his face between your thighs

tw: oral (f. receiving), overstimulation, spit, begging, perv!giyu

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The Tomioka estate was always empty, always too quiet - until he touched you.

Giyu had a rhythm to it, the same way he did with a sword. Purposeful. Relentless. Precise. Except instead of demons, it was your thighs he opened with his hands, your cunt he ruined with his tongue and fingers until you were shaking, sobbing his name into the stillness.

It didn’t matter when.

Some nights he came back from a mission, haori barely hanging off one shoulder, uniform still buttoned, dropping to his knees before he even spoke a word. The fire would still be warming the room when he spread you open on the futon and shoved his face between your legs like he needed it more than air. His tongue would be wet and messy, slurping, kissing, lapping at your clit until you couldn’t breathe, until tears stung the corners of your eyes.

Other times it was first thing in the morning. You’d stir awake only to feel his breath hot against you, your robe shoved up past your hips, his mouth already sealing over your clit. He’d tongue-fuck you until you were clawing at the futon, legs trembling around his head, whimpering that you couldn’t take it - and he’d only groan, fingers curling inside you while his tongue flicked your clit until you came hard.

Before missions, he’d press you against the wall, part your thighs with one hand, and kneel to eat you out like a man condemned. Slick dripping down his chin, hair falling into his eyes, fingers pumping into your soaked cunt until the squelch echoed off the wood. He always made you cum before he left. Always. Like it was a talisman, a ritual, your pleasure pressed into his mouth before he ever faced death again.

And when he came back? Bruised, tired, uniform dirty? He didn’t even care. He’d kneel in the dirt of the entryway if you let him, mouth already tugging your kimono aside just to taste you again, his low whines vibrating against your clit as his tongue flattened and circled, circled, circled - never losing that perfected rhythm that had you seeing stars.

He was obsessed. You knew it. He knew it. And he didn’t care.

The way he ate you out - it was a technique, perfected, like breathing. His fingers never missed, curling just right inside you, pressing that spot that made your legs spasm. His tongue licked, sucked, swirled, every movement practiced until you were crying, body bucking against him, slick dripping down his lips.

You tried to push his head away sometimes - too sensitive, too much - but he’d only press his palm harder into your hip, eyes dark and desperate as he groaned into your pussy like you were the only thing tethering him to the world.

“Giyu…please - ah - please…”

And he’d pull back only to murmur, voice rough and low, “One more. Just one more.”

Like it wasn’t enough for him unless you were in tears. Unless you were shaking and sweaty and his mouth tasted like you for hours after.

Sex was good. Fucking him was good. But nothing compared to how he was between your thighs—desperate, focused, obsessed. Like he was never the Water Hashira. Never the quiet loner. Just yours.

[tidilevee]

Shinazugawa brothers🙏

[leahhimejima]

Dessert - Breakfast of Champions

Characters: Gyomei x fem reader

Prompt: When he has dessert for breakfast

Notes: NSFW, Romance, Fluff

Authors note: I'm a chef, I thought it would be funny.

Dessert, the real breakfast of champions Because the taste of me forever belongs on your lips <3

Gyomei wasn’t sure what was more torturous; when she wouldn’t let him touch her when she was blowing his brains out, or having to wait to have his own breakfast. 

After one of the best blowjobs of his life the night before, and rest assured, every blowjob with her was mind blowing, all he wanted to do was take her, all of her, anywhere and everywhere. He needed release and he needed to have her. It was indescribable what she made him feel when her hot body enveloped him, when she clung to him for dear life when he passionately thrust into her. The way she whimpered and moaned for him as her body relentlessly gave itself to him over and over again. Her body belonged to him, reacted only for him and that notion made him want her more and more every second of the day. 

But at that very moment, he needed to taste her. 

The sound of her moaning faintly in his head from the night before made his heart rate jump.

Y/N stood at the counter making toast and scrambled eggs while humming along to the song overhead. Gyomei’s now buttonless shirt covered her otherwise naked frame, yet the outlines of her full breasts were still exposed to his hungry eyes. Her wild curls were pinned loose a top her head and the fullness of her ass was evident as her hips swayed to the music. 

Heaven’s, this woman was gorgeous. 

“Baby, how do you want your eggs?” She asked, sucking some butter off the tip of her thumb. The sight made his mouth water a little. “Soft and hot in my mouth.”

Her brows arched as she lifted her eyes to meet his. “And your butter on your toast?”

“Spread completely.” The raspiness in his voice made her heart flutter. “Are we talking about how you want your breakfast or how you want my body?” 

Gyomei gave her a wicked smile. “Both. You body is my breakfast.”

Y/N abandoned her position at the counter and made her way over to him where he sat at the dining table. An evil grin crossed her features at the memory of all the rough housing that have already taken place on said table. Oh yes, the squirrel designed custom wooden table was a great decision on his part. 

“And what exactly do you like to have for breakfast?” Placing her hands on his shoulders, she expertly slipped herself into his lap, straddling his hips. She immediately melted into him at the feelings of his pants against her naked skin and it sent delicious tingles up her spine. Instinctively and protectively he held her by her hips to hold her in place, not wanting her to slip away from him. Her closeness made his heart rate race and leaned forward to kiss her lips softly. They kissed softly for a long moment and Y/N couldn’t help but smile against his lips. Just his kisses took her breath away, but she wanted, needed more. 

“Well,” he began when he broke the kiss, his hand snaking up past her hips to cup one of her breasts , “I do enjoy a cup of coffee.” He sucked a nipple into his mouth, and alternated between licking and biting on the hard bud. Y/N moaned softly, biting on her lower lip. Her hands shifted from his shoulder to the back of his neck to allow him better access to her heaving chest. “But,” he breathed against her cleavage, causing her to break out in goosebumps, “I prefer two cups.” He followed by giving the other breast the same attention while the palm of his hand massaged her first swollen nipple. She panted at his actions, her hips rolling into his lap. When he detached his lips from her skin, she whimpered at the loss but he followed by taking both of her breasts in his hands and kneaded them roughly and the action caused her to arch her back. He smiled at that, loving how her body reacted to his every action. 

In fluid motion, his hands snaked up past her breasts and neck to tangle in her hair, never breaking contact from her body. Capturing her lips in a passionate kiss, he groaned as he hardened between her legs. The heat from her body was radiating onto his and he could easily just pull down his pants and take her right then and there. But he needed to please her first. Needed to have her all over his lips. 

“And after coffee,” he rasped, yanking his lips away from hers, “I want my toast,” he continued. Y/N was breathing hard, her forehead resting against his. Before she could catch her breath, Gyomei grabbed her by the hips and lifted her and placed her on the table top. He stood up and hovered over her, his lips feathering kisses on her shoulder. Pushing his shirt off her shoulders, he quickly discarded it and was happy to have her naked before him all over again. She hastily reached for his pants to touch him, but he wouldn’t allow it. Their eyes met and she moaned at the feral like desire in his own eyes. And man did he look hungry. 

“And on my toast,” he whispered against her neck, the hotness causing her to gasp, “I like my butter,” his kisses were now trailing down her stomach and on to her hips, “SPREAD.” Immediately he grabbed her legs and spread them wide, opening her up to his view. Y/N gasped at the sudden jerk but made no complaint as she laid down on the table and draped her now lifted legs over his shoulders. Soaking wet and all hot and bothered, she needed release from the only man that could get her this riled up. 

Gyomei in turn placed little hot kisses on her inner thighs and up to her waiting lips and the top of her clit, loving the way her body was already twitching with anticipation. He could already smell her exotic scent and it was driving him wild. Her fingers rested on his hand, her fingers tangling in his hair to encourage him on to go further, and deeper. “And my eggs,” he started, the tip of his tongue flicking lightly against her clit, “I like them hot and moist.” And then he swiftly sucked her clit into his mouth and the action made her scream out. Gyomei lapped at her clit relentlessly and Y/N kept moaning, her back arching off the table. The sweet sensations coursing through her body was causing her legs to tremble on his shoulders and it empowered him. 

His own erection strained painfully against his pants, but it didn’t stop him from selflessly pleasuring his beautiful lover underneath him as she had done earlier. Thats what made the fire between them burn so fiercely, their determination to please each other to the highest point. 

When he inserted a finger into her, she lost clarity in her sight. Expertly thrusting his finger and and forth, he continued sucking on her clit, loving the feeling of her getting wetter for him at his touch. As if waiting for that confirmation, he added another finger which earned him an appreciative crooning sound from her. He smiled, his tongue stopping its tasks momentarily to look up at her. The sight of her nearly made him cum right there, her looking flushed and flustered, writhing beneath him, moaning uncontrollably. She whimpered at the loss of his mouth.

“Please don’t stop,” she begged, her hips bucking. He smirked but didn’t continue, instead just continued playing with his fingers while watching her. She whimpered more, her hands gripping his hair. “Your mouth, I need your mouth,” she begged, her body thrusting down repeatedly, riding his fingers. Gyomei smirked, and forced his fingers deeper into her. Reattaching his mouth to her clit, he sucked and licked hungrily at her, wanting to taste all of her. The little jolts of pleasure made her mewl out in ecstasy, and Y/N could barely contain her bliss. She kept rolling her hips, riding his fingers and mouth, wanting to get closer to him. 

“More,” she panted, almost inaudible. Gyomei was more than happy to oblige, pulling her closer to him. He could feel her climax building as her muscles started to tense around his fingers. Writhing uncontrollably, Y/N hands abandoned his hair planted them flat on the table top, trying to keep her composure. Abruptly, he stopped his actions and stood up, pulling down his pants slightly. “No,” she breathily complained at the loss of him but barely when the complaint left her lips, Gyomei’s lips were on hers, kissing her hungrily as his hands cupped her face. In one swift motion he thrust deep into her. She broke the kiss at the instant pleasure, her head falling back as she screamed out her pleasure. 

She clung to his shoulders desperately as he thrusts into her and he pulled her closer to him, loving the feeling of her hot skin flush against him. “Tell me you are mine,” Gyomei demanded, biting and kissing her neck. She moaned at the request but she could not find her voice. She was too lost in pleasure to think, too lost in ecstasy to muster any audible words. But Gyomei needed to hear the words. “Y/N, who do you belong to,” he demanded again, thrusting harder in to her. She could feel her inner walls tensing and knew she was close.

“I’m yours. All yours, only yours,” she gasped which earned her a passionate kiss. His tongue entered her mouth and dominated her mouth and she happily allowed it, loving it when he took control of her. Her heart, body, soul and all her pleasure belonged to The Stone Hashira and she moaned more into his mouth and the feeling of her orgasm approaching was driving her even more wild. Instinctively, Gyomei released her and swiftly his mouth was back on her clit and Y/N screamed out her orgasm, riding his face as the waves of pleasure crashed through her. He hungrily lapped at all her juices, drinking her all in. Her legs went limp and fell on either side of him, still spread as the tip of tongue caressed her clit. 

He wasn’t done yet, this she knew. 

Crawling back up her body, his lips met hers again in the sweetest of kisses. The taste of herself on his lips was erotic. Knowing she was sensitive at the moment, he continued to kiss her softly, his hands caressing her thigh tenderly. Knowing he was waiting for the permission, she wrapped her legs around his waist to urge him on. Gyomei followed by picking her up off the table. Legs still wrapped round him, her arms banded around his neck for support and she softly sucked on his neck as he carried her to their bedroom. 

When they reached he lay her softly on the bed and reattached his lips to her in a soft kiss. When he broke the kiss he lay his forehead against hers as he slowly entered her. Pursing her lips together, she sighed when he was fully in her and he slowly thrusted into her. “All mine,” he whispered to her, and she moaned. “All yours,” she assured, her hands lovingly playing with his hair. When he felt his own orgasm approaching, he thrusted a little deeper into her and rode out his own orgasm as she clung to him. 

With a shudder he came in her and crashed on top of her, drained of all energy. Y/N loved it when he stayed on top of her after he came, stroking his back. “Mine,” he whispered before drifting off to sleep. “Yours,” she whispered, drifting off herself. 

[leahhimejima]

Clipped Wings

Title: Clipped Wings 

Character: Gyomei

Prompt: When the gentle giant gets angry and takes his anger out on you.

Notes: Angst, Drama, Language, slight Smut. NSFW

Author’s Note: Told in Gyomei’s POV. Trying something different. I refuse to believe this man is a sappy pushover.  And I really wanted to make that wings comment

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It’s been three months since she left me, and every day feels like an eternity. My days blur into one and feel like they pass me by instantly, and at the same time feel like time is standing still, mocking me in my misery. 

My missions remain and some times they last long enough to make me miss her less. Sometimes I find myself tempting fate by humouring the idea of letting a demon put me out of my misery. But all too soon the battle ends and I find myself praying for her safe return at the temple or at my estate. 

Quite frankly, I’m fucking done praying. Clearly the heavens are not fucking listening. 

My crow tells me bits here and there. Mainly that she is safe, she is surrounded by her family and has taken up a new job at a prestigious medical center. The news centered me and brought me some solace. 

But then Zekka told me she went on a date with another man and that he kissed her. 

All I can see now is RAGE. 

And that’s how I find myself on the steps of her home, the home bestowed to her by her parents who had long ago perished. The thunderous rain does nothing to soothe the roaring rage within me and I dont even bother to knock on the door. I barge my way through and am met with surprised wide eyes from the comforts of the couch. 

Oh, how I have missed those eyes. 

We stood meters apart, silence between us save for the booming thunder above. 

“Wow, look what the cat dragged in,” she mutters before casting her eyes back to her book. 

The nonchalance enrages me a bit more. 

“I’ve come to take you home.”

She rolls her eyes. “I am home.”

Another thunderous clap shadows the breaking sound of my heart. 

“I do not wish to fight,” I offer to which she scoffs. 

“Shocking,” she retorts, eyes still glued to the pages of her book. 

I’m finding it hard to keep my temper at bay. The stone hard calmness had broken the day she left me and I am damn near close to losing my mind and she is adding fuel to my anger with her sharp words that feel like catnip. I do not appreciate this version of her at all, a version that is completely alien to me. 

“Is that what you want? For me to shout and scream and curse and punch through walls to resolve an issue I am not even sure why is there in the first place? Forgive me my love, for I am not Sanemi,” I offer. 

“I do not forgive you, and clearly you are not Sanemi. He fights for what he wants.” Again her words sound clipped and somewhat bored, her eyes never leaving those damn pages. 

My knuckles whiten as I clench my fists tightly. 

“You left me! How I am at fault here?” I angrily grit through my teeth. 

At my words she slams her book shut and stands on her feet, her finger pointing accusingly at me. 

“You LET me leave! You did not so much as lift a finger to stop me or call out to me. You let me walk away from our life when all I wanted was to keep my fucking job you overgrown baffoon! You tried to force me to leave the medical corps and be your fucking housewife even when you are away for months on end. Is that what you fucking call love?” Her words rip through my shattered heart, but I am too angry to shed tears. I have shed enough tears to last us both a lifetime. 

“I did that to keep you safe,” I say to which she scoffs. 

“Im not helpless Gyomei. I thrived just fine before I met you and last I checked I joined the Corps long before you so dont give me this Savior crap. I don’t need your protection for every fucking thing that walks. I am not one of your fucking prayer beads to rattle whenever you choose.”

Now she’s purposely making me mad. 

I take a few steps toward her and reach out to touch her face but she harshly slaps my hand away. And for a moment she looks regretful but her brave persona comes back. And that was a look that made me fall in love with her in the first place. 

“Did you slap him too? When he kissed you? Did you slap him away when he touched you, or is that only reserved for me?” The words came out much harsher than I intended but if its a fight she wants, its a fight she will get. 

The rage in her eyes at the realisation that my crow betrayed her privacy took me by surprise and honestly, it slightly turned me on. 

“No I didn’t. You want to know why? Because he doesn’t treat me like a fucking porcelain doll. He doesnt try to lock me away from a job that I love. I came hear to break out of that gilded cage you kept me in. Here I am free, and I can spread my wings……”

“I will BURN your FUCKING WINGS,” I roar out, my hands around her neck instantly as I push her against the wall. I pin her with my body, not allowing her to move. If she was afraid, she hid it well, because I see nothing but bold attitude radiating out of glorious orbs. 

I miss staring into her beautiful eyes as I fuck her senseless. 

My grip on her throat tightens. Not enough to hurt but enough to prove a point. 

“I am not going to play these fucking games with you. I love you with every fiber of my existence and I will not apologise for going to extremes to keep what I cherish most in my life safe. And if that means I need to chain you to my fucking bed to keep you from fleeing, then so be it. I have sacrificed my entire belief system to be with you. You are the love of my life and I will stop at nothing to make sure I rid every fucking thing on this earth that would cause you harm. And I want you in MY house, in MY bed, in MY arms, on MY cock because you are MY woman. And if that isnt enough for you then I will walk out this door and I promise you that you will never see me again,” I scream at her. 

Im panting hard, my breath hot and harsh against her skin. 

“I’ll rip out my heart and serve it to you on a platter if thats what it takes to keep you happy. So come home and continue to be fucking angry. Come home and scream at me every day. Come home and rip my heart in a million fucking pieces if that will satisfy you. But just come home.”

Silent tears roll down her cheeks and it takes everything in me to not console her. But this is what she asked for. 

“Is that enough fight for you?” The question slaps her so hard, I fear she might break. 

“Yes,” she whispers. 

Another long silence. 

“It was just a kiss,” she whispers. 

Renewed rage engulfs me, and my grip tightens on her throat and she gasps a little. 

“I wouldn’t let him go further. He wasn’t you,” she shamefully admits, and more tears spill down her cheeks. 

I immediately cup her face and my lips come crashing to hers. I kiss her roughly, with more force than I ever have. She returns the kiss eagerly, her hands gripping my haori roughly to pull me closer. I reward her by gripping her hair tightly, causing her to yelp. 

“This is all mine. All your kisses, your screams, your body, your heart. Understood?”

She nods frantically, tears still streaming. 

“Good girl. Now get on the bed so I can worship you like you deserve.”

[leahhimejima]

Bated Breath

Title: Bated Breath

Characters: Sanemi x fem reader

Prompt: When he's been gone way too long and you punish him in the most delicious ways

Notes: NSFW, Romance, face s!tting goodness

Author's Note: Well, I wanted to write smut, so here you go.

You grunt at the impact of which your back slams against the wall but you make no complaint of the pain, merely wrap your legs tighter around Sanemi’s waist as he pushes you harder against the concrete. He kisses you hungrily, passionately, his hands cupping the curves of your ass to keep you in place. When you bite his lower lip, he growls into your mouth and punishes you by forcing his tongue into your mouth and dominating your tongue. You mewl into him, your arms banding tighter around his neck and your hips bucking up to rub against the rock hard erection that was straining painfully against his pants. 

Sanemi’s hands gripped into the skin of your ass deeply, loving that you weren’t wearing and panties underneath your skirt. You remembered that that drove him wild and you took every opportunity you could to give him that feeling. “I love it when you do this to me,” he groans against your lips when you roll your hips deeper into him. The admission makes you even more moist and you immediately roll into him harder as a response. You kiss passionately again and you claw at the back of his shirt, pulling it out of his pants and as far as you could to be able to touch his bare skin. You needed to feel him, it had been way too long. 

You werent all too happy when he agreed to a stay longer for a mission even further away from home. You understood that he always did what needed to be done for work, but missing even more time with him was bad enough. Missing your birthday as well was the straw that broke the camel’s back and you had been fighting about it for a while. It broke both of your hearts as this really was the first time that you argued. Well both of you, Sanemi always argues, you mainly stay level headed, but this time you bit back hard. But both being stubborn mules as well didn’t help the situation. 

And now you are going to punish him. 

Ripping your lips away from him just long enough to push his shirt down his arms, you pull your shirt over your head and throw it on the floor. Skin to skin contact was what you both needed but before you could pull him flush against you, his mouth was on your breasts, hungrily and roughly biting your nipples through your bra. Hissing at the delightful pain, your fingers frantically run through his hair to urge him on. This was Sanemi, unapologetically rough and rugged, and thats why you love him so. You are too lost in the sweet and torturous sensations to realise that Sanemi has unbuckled his pants and pulled them down slightly. In an instant, he pulls you down directly on to him and your response nearly sends him over the edge. “Oh fuck,” you pant. Unable to contain yourself, your head falls back and your back arches, trying desperately to push yourself deeper into him. His hands protectively on your hips, he grips them hard to help you ride him. In unison, you expertly moved in sync with each thrust hitting you in all the right spots. 

“Don’t stop, baby please don’t stop,” you beg against his neck when he thrusts harder, clinging on to him. At the sound of your plea, he pulls you off the wall and heads to the bedroom. No amount of fighting could stop him wanting this beautiful half naked woman that was holding on to him. And he didn’t plan on ever letting go. 

With your lips still hungrily attached to each other, you came crashing to the bed. You hastily push the skirt down your legs and pretty soon your bra and his pants follow and at long last you were both naked. The hastiness momentarily ceases and you kiss slowly for a long moment. Brushing some hair out of your eyes, Sanemi strokes your cheek, his worried purple orbs locked on your. 

“I’m sorry,” he whispers against your lips, nudging your chin up. You smile at him and then a wicked thought crossed your mind. 

Time you punish him. 

In one swift motion, you manage to flip him over and have him flat on his back. Straddling his hips, your moistness rubs against him and he groans, wanting to enter you again and feel the wet heat inside you. But you have other plans, the evil glint in your eyes make that very clear. When he tries to fondle your breasts, you yanked his hands away and hold him by his wrists. 

“Baby, need to feel you,” he groans, trying to free his hands. But you shake your head, and bite your lower lip. 

“No, you don’t get to touch,” you begin, your tongue tracing the contours of his lips. The action makes him shudder and a rush of excitement courses through him. The feistiness in you was coming out and man did he love it.

“What do I get to do?” He dared ask as you tie his hands above his head with a scarf. 

“Obey,” you answer before taking his lips captive in a searing kiss. The kiss is hungry, passionate and rough, just the way you are craving at that moment. You are angry at him for leaving you for so long, upset because you missed him so dearly. But you crave and long for him so damn much that it aches to your core. Sanemi had taken over you, heart body and soul and you are bursting with the pleasure you feel for him and by him. You need to climax soon, and you are going to force him to give you exactly what you want and need.  

“What must I do?” The desire in his tone is seeping with need and he hisses when your hands start to stroke him. 

Your hot breath against his ear makes him harder in your hands. “I need you to make me cum,” you demand, your hips rolling in to him. You refuse to let him enter you and instead you start your punishment by just sliding against his hard cock. Your moisture make you slip and slide easily on him and the friction makes him hiss. He bucks his hips to try and position you right for entry but you will have none of it. You just continue to slide up and down the side of his shaft. 

“Cant make you cum if you wont let me in,” he half groans, half whimpers. You chuckle, loving the way he is squirming beneath you. You’d usually let him dominate you, in every sense, but today you are taking control. 

“Who says I want to cum from your cock? I want to cum in your mouth.” Teasingly you continue to trace the rims of his ear before biting the earlobe softly. 

“Baby, I need to cum in you now,” he begs, feeling like he wont be able to take such torture for much longer. He jumps at the pain of you biting his lower lip. You kiss hungrily again before you shimmy up his body and straddle his face perfectly as you have done many times before. 

“Today you don’t get what you want. Today it’s what I want. And I want your tongue to please me,” you whisper with a pant, teasingly rolling into him, yet just not letting him touch you. His tongue desperately searches for you and you relish the attention. Fuck, you love what he can do with that mouth. 

Lowering yourself just enough to let your clit touch his tongue, you moan loudly at the feeling of his hot wet tongue against your softness. Repeatedly lowering and raising yourself into his mouth, you ride his face slowly and softly. Sanemi loves the taste of you and the torture you are putting him through was almost unbearable. But when he tries to release his hands, you push down harder into his mouth. “Just your mouth,” you demand. Ever so stubborn, he huffs out in protest but he does as he is told. 

Sanemi alternates between sucking and licking and nibbling on your clit as his tongue explores his favourite part of you. “Baby, I am so close, need to cum in you,” he pleads once more but you won’t budge and you ride his face harder. Sanemi moans into you, lapping at every part of you that he could. “No, just like this,” you gasp, holding on to the headboard as you feel your climax reaching. Sanemi senses your twitching and sucks harder on your sensitive spots and with a scream you ride out your orgasm into his mouth and he hungrily laps at all of your sweet juices. The intensity of your orgasm nearly knocks you out of your senses but before you can open your eyes, Sanemi has flipped you over and places you on all fours. Hastily removing the scarf, he grabs you by your hips and pulls you back, entering you completely without time to waste. Before you could scream out in pleasure, his hand is on your neck, softly squeezing as he sucks on your neck as he kept thrusting into you. 

“Do I still have to obey?” He huskily asks, thrusting hard as he can into you. “Yes,” you gasp, your hands gripping the sheets tightly. His teeth sink into the skin on your shoulder, causing you to gasp again. “What do you demand?” The question is rough and husky, all Sanemi.

The intensity of his words and actions are going to send you over the edge soon. “Make me cum however you want,” you manage to choke out. With that Sanemi grabs your hips and thrusts as hard as he can, each thrust hitting your sweet spot just right. You scream and moan your pleasure and he can feel your inner walls pulsating.

With a yelp, you are now on your back and he is kissing you as he continues to thrust into you. One leg over his shoulder to grant him deeper access, he rides you until you both came to oblivion and he collapses on top of you completely out of breath. You lay in silence for long moments as you try to catch your breaths, your hands soothingly rubbing over his back. 

“Don’t ever leave me for so long again,” you manage to choke out. He raised his head to kiss your chin. 

“Would never leave you.” And he kissed your lips softly.