Long time lurker of KNY tumblr, finally gonna start writing. My focus will be dark things and nsfw. Iâll probably drop something fluffy every now and then but expect mostly really decrepit porn drabbles and horny ramblings. Currently not taking ârequestsâ in a traditional sense (trying to avoid it stressing me out) but Iâm always down for ideas and Iâll write it if I really like it.
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I say nigga sometimes and like,,,,Iâm black so donât get worried haha.
Iâll try to make some things gender neutral but the sex is most likely going to be geared fem as Iâm not comfortable with my abilities to do otherwise. But Iâm working on it tho!
Cool with regular messages and questions, youâre not bothering me!
Warnings:
Yandere
Noncon/Dubcon
Impregnation
Corruption
Teacher/student
Heavy degradation
Incest
Abuse
Probably more, just be careful please.
What I wonât do
Scat
Loli/shota
Hard necro
Raceplay
If you have an idea and youâre not sure go ahead and send it in, the worst Iâll say is no for my personal comfort but Iâm not judging. Iâm down for a lot of things!
Sorry for the wait pal (and the reupload because tumblr hates me still)! Hereâs our favorite Love Hashira! Under a read more because itâs a tad long for headcanons haha.
Warnings: Dark themes, gaslighting, aggression, obsession, a lil spicy but nothing wild (yet).
Youâre used to her loving everyone so sheâs really inconspicuous. This works in her favor because she can touch you under the guise of just being really playful and kind. Brushes against your legs, hands on your lower back, her head in the crook of your neck, sheâll do it all.
She loves baking delicious treats for you, and she especially loves watching you eat them. Youâll pop them in your mouth one by one, complimenting her amazing baking skills. Every bite you take makes her heart swoon and her legs shake, she feels so happy that you find a piece of her delicious. Her hair, her sweat, her blood, sheâs not against putting anything of herself in your special batch.
She canât stop herself from collecting things from you. Nothing is safe or sacred, sheâll take mundane things like a wrapper you used all the way to your underwear. If itâs from you, itâs important enough to be added to a small lovely shrine she has for you.
Sheâll try to get you over in between missions and just fall asleep on you. Well, not actually asleep, sheâll lie just so she can truly take in your breathing and scent. She can get as close as sheâd like and youâll dismiss it as her cutely sleeping. If you fall asleep as well sheâll use it as an opportunity to kiss you, deep kissing.
She can live in this strange world of being an entirely too close friend forever, as long as she feels that no one would ruin it. However, the day someone else shows their affections for you her insecurity would gnaw at her. The thoughts of you finding her distasteful and unlovable is too much to handle. Thatâs when she can get really bad.
Random check-ups, needing you to be with her all the time, bursting into tears and punching things when she was just fine a few minutes ago. It can be terrifying to hear her shatter things as soon as you start talking about someone you just thought was attractive. Youâll either spend more time with her to help her through whatever is making her feel so bad, or start to avoid her because you donât know whatâs setting her off at all.
If you get closer to her youâd enable her softer issues. Sheâd be more clingy and motherly in a sense. She wants to thank you for always being with her so sheâll spoil you with attention and food, smother even.
Itâll definitely feel like a lot but itâll help her simmer down. Just like before, you can do this cycle with her until the day you die. You could even get into a relationship with someone else, but do know that it would suffer tremendously from her constant presence and desperate need to return your attention to her. Once she knows you value her, sheâs willing to tell herself that theyâre only there to pad the times that she canât be there for you. Theyâre just a backup.
This will lead to her getting obsessed with them as well, not in the sense that she loves them, but that theyâre doing an inferior job at loving you so she needs to fix them. Chances are this person wonât last long, and sheâll be there to comfort you like all the times that you comforted her.
On the other hand, if you don't enable her your life will quickly go downhill. Sheâll make sure you have no choice but to talk to her. She never loses her bubbly demeanor with others so itâs easy for her to ask others to cover your missions, go harder on you during training, and to give you alone time to ârestâ. She is a Hashira after all, and such a nice one to boot!
Sheâs so caring and kind that if you even try to speak of it to others theyâll shame you for not appreciating all her efforts to keep you safe. If anything youâre getting preferential treatment and shouldnât be so suspicious of her.
Youâll eventually think youâre the bad person and cave, returning to her loving embrace. Sheâll use this little fallout as a reason to pervade deeper into your life to make sure you âdonât feel so lost againâ. Sheâs not aware of what sheâs doing, to her this is truly her impulses.
Regardless of whether or not you support her yan behavior, she wouldnât kidnap you. Spend an inappropriate amount of time with you, pressure you into highly intimate situations, treat you like a delicate spouse that canât do anything by themselves? Yes. Kidnapping? No, itâs too much effort and she couldnât stand having you look at her with disdain all day.
In all I think she would be a rough yandere to deal with. She wonât harm you physically, but being with her is undoubtedly going to take a toll mentally.
warnings: manipulation, idolisation, mention of forced relationship; nsfw under nsfw
⤠yandere! Tanjirou Kamado x yandere (variable)! Reader
⥠delusional ⥠clingy ⥠obsessive
⥠Tanjirou is a type of delirious and sweet yandere who constantly coos over you and snuggles closer, asking "what do you want to eat?" and "aren't you cold?", which often makes him too intrusive.
Everyone actually likes him because of his "heart of gold" and social intelligence, so you won't feel any significant negativity or antipathy towards him at first, and over time you will start to get used to it. He begins with an innocent but excessive courtship, which over time becomes darker and more disturbing, but does not cease to be innocent.
Tanjirou is like a prince charming (at least, he tries to evoke only such associations), and even his desperate love you can find it kind of cute. Although he is a little too caught up in his feelings, but he is almost safe for you and wants the best.
And if you can ignore the sick gleam in his eyes and the constant presence, you can definitely play the self-delusion "he just loves me very much; after all, we are having a candy-bouquet period!".
Even if this is the "period" you had ten years ago, and now you are happily married with a bunch of kids / pets.
⥠Even though he is in love, Tanjirou is still awkward in courting and expressing his feelings, so he is prone to extreme forms of worship and bigotry, including with temples in your honor (you don't want to know what's in that closet, [Y/n]) and the behavior of a "good wife".
He cooks you food and sweets, monitors your well-being, is always ready to give you really good advice (as long as it does not concern your romantic relationship), provides you with excellent emotional support and sighs in love whenever he sees or thinks about you.
There is no one in the world who would be so perfect a "wife" for you.
⥠Tanjirou doesn't believe that you should inevitably have twenty children, ten cats, and five hamsters; after all, he respects your wishes as long as they don't become an obstacle to your relationship. But talking about family is inevitable.
About what your future will be like, or how your family will be arranged from the inside. Do you want children or do you prefer pets? Or maybe you don't want to have anyone but him? What do you think about your work? Or do you want to stay at home? Will you go on studying?
Tanjirou needs to know everything to create the perfect scenario.
He also often makes you promise that you will never leave him, that you love him very much and that you will definitely become a family, otherwise he becomes sad, and you definitely do not want Tanjirou to be sad.
It always ends badly.
⥠Tanjirou does not feel romantic moments well, does not know how to build deep emotional connections, and feels threatened by any of your intimacy with others. What if you find someone better than him?
He can't let that happen.
Any interaction you have with others that cannot be classified as "platonic" or "safe" should be interrupted. This does not apply to family or friends; Tanjirou respects you and your boundaries to a certain extent, but if you pay more attention to them than to him, Tanjirou will be jealous and suspicious.
Aren't you family? Then why do you need strangers? Strangers only spoil the family. His parents have never had close relationships with strangers and live happily and in love. They are such a good example for your family.
You, too, will live happily and in love.
For his part, Tanjirou is also willing to sacrifice those relationships and connections that do not suit you. After all, he doesn't want you to be disappointed in him, to doubt his loyalty or his love. Such doubts always make him ill.
In addition, there is no one who can even try to compete in his fixation on you.
⥠Tanjirou can't build and deepen a relationship properly, and all his first attempts to get closer to you remain on the level of stalking, "nervous" distance cuts and obvious awkwardness when you are alone, although he assures you that he loves your company.
He enjoys your closeness, but at the same time, does not know what he needs to do next to maintain this atmosphere or even deepen it.
If you are also "non-passionate", then this will not be a minus â Tanjirou does not mind building a romantically calm relationship as long as you remain a family.
But if you are on the more "bright" side, then it will be very pleasant for Tanjirou, but you may feel disappointed, since his romance looks like "care, gifts, service"; he does not know how to create passion. But he clearly enjoys it when you express your love in a more raw way, and thanks you for it.
Although after a series of passionate kisses, he will need time to start thinking straight.
⥠Tanjirou is always there for you and hates being separated, otherwise he gets nervous about your safety and that something might happen to you. Even worse, if you tend to get into trouble â then he becomes a full-fledged mother hen, from which you can not escape, only accept or flirt to make him agitated and weaken the protection (but then he becomes more sticky and wants affection...).
⥠Tanjirou may look like a "sweet boy with cherry cheeks", but working at the bakery, daily "towing" Nezuko to school, and playing sports (bonus points if you like athletic guys â he won't miss an opportunity to become more attractive to you) did their job.
⥠Even if in your eyes he is a hyper-loving but innocent lover who behaves too enthusiastically and is always on your side, Tanjirou takes the protection of the relationship very seriously.
He is not the best when it comes to romance and intimacy, but in society he is like a fish in the water, which can change the currents to take care of more unfortunate fish.
Organizing bullying, blackmail, manipulation â Tanjirou's social intelligence and connections are enough to create a bubble around your relationship just for the two of you.
There will always be people who will be grateful to him and will gladly help him to be happy himself.
After all, Tanjirou has such a heart of gold that fights only for the best. He deserves to be happy, such a sweet and moral boy.
Even if his righteousness is false, and people mean nothing.
⥠In society and in the family, he is completely adequate, but as soon as you appear nearby, Tanjirou immediately "goes crazy" and snuggles up to you like a cat in March, catching your every word and action with a twinkle in his eyes.
The others notice this, but most of them either don't pay attention, or think it's cute that Tanjirou has an object of affection and becomes a "real man". Many people begin to advise Tanjirou how to properly care for you, which he always blushes brightly, but he uses some advice.
His siblings often ask "when will you have a wedding?" and "do you want to take Tanjirou with you, or will you stay with them?".
And all this seems so idealistic that you even involuntarily forget who exactly deprived you of the right to say "no" to all these questions. Tanjirou just smiles sheepishly and asks timidly if you would like to stay overnight tonight. The Kamado family would love to see you at a family dinner!
⥠If you are also a Yandere, Tanjirou is completely in love and clings to you even more.
The more "sick" you are of them, the better Tanjirou feels, who does not have to watch how to look "adequate" in his love.
His feelings become more raw and strong than if you were a non-yandere, but he also becomes more secure for himself and for others. In fact, your yandere side calms Tanjirou down and convinces him that you are soulmates who were meant to connect, and this belief lowers his nervousness.
No matter what "type" you are, Tanjirou is willing to do anything for you and accepts you in any form, as long as you want to start a family with him and don't push him away. He shows an amazing forgetfulness and inattention to your negative actions and turns a blind eye to a lot of things.
After all, everyone has flaws, although for Tanjirou, you are absolutely perfectâĄ
⥠You might think he doesn't understand, given how sweet and persistent he is, but he doesn't.
Tanjirou is aware of your unhealthy attraction, your reactions, and the fact that it's all completely wrong.
And at first, he keeps his distance because he doesn't want to hurt you and knows that his feelings are toxic. The less you see of each other, the better it will be, right? However, things only get worse over time, especially if you try to find out from him why he avoids your company.
Tanjirou is constantly nervous and aggressive, unnaturally emotional and can't help but look for you in a crowd of people whenever he needs to see you. And when Nezuko finds him in his room, crying while clutching your photos, you lose a potential ally. After all, even if her brother's love isn't normal, she can't help but feel sorry for him and help him.
Bonus: his behavior "before accepting feelings" is similar to how he reacts when you do not see each other for a long time (for any reason). With the same emotional swings, meaningless rituals and attempts to resume your communication.
⥠Tanjirou starts a relationship with you by being completely and completely innocent. The only sexual experience was with fruits / vegetables, just to impress you in the future, and he doesn't want to talk about it.
He is not even particularly inclined to masturbate until you get close, and your image does not become his main erotic fantasy.
⥠So he embodies a serious, blushing virgin when you have a "first time" happening. He has no idea what he is doing, and if you also have no experience or confidence, then it will be very awkward, but funny.
On the other hand, it also means that he learns only what pleases you, and is the perfect material for your future "perfect lover".
Beyond experience, his preferences and sexual attraction change to match yours, and he is easily corrupted / "nurtured" by working hard for your praise.
⥠Tanjirou worships you more often than you might imagine. Everything about you is the object of his adoration and admiration, and he can definitely have fun just worshipping you and your body and whispering how beautiful you are and how lucky he is.
And Tanjirou actually means what he says when he looks at you with his bright, misty eyes, waiting for you to give him permission to touch you.
He is very respectful of your personal boundaries and your desire / unwillingness to feel someone else around you, even if right now it is vital for him to snuggle up to you...
... especially to your thighs.
Your thighs are his main anti-stress, and he often asks you to let him squeeze and kiss your thighs, or even leave as many hickeys on them as possible. If you are comfortable with sexual contact, Tanjirou often relieves stress by pushing between your thighs, or masturbating by groping them, depending on your comfort.
⥠His body is not a temple or something personal to him when it comes to you. He is always available for you and your desires, and is always ready to give you everything you want.
The more interested you are in him, the happier and safer he becomes. Conversely, if you do not show interest, then for Tanjirou it is a serious cause for concern and suspicionâŚ
⥠Tanjirou uses your clothes (or any other fabric with your smell) to masturbate. Nothing personal, but Tanjirou has a huge kink on smell and is easily aroused by even a hint of your scent, especially on his clothes.
So if you keep your used underwear available to him, he will definitely temporarily "borrow" it without your knowledge, but will return it (toss it) perfectly clean.
... It probably started from the moment you accidentally left your clothes with him, and Tanjirou couldn't help but be tempted.
This habit will stay with him for a long time â your smell, in addition to arousal, also calms him and gives him a sense of comfort, because of which he may well behave strangely and try to burrow into a pile of your clothes while you do not see him.
He is constantly stressed and stressed, so such moments give him a sense of security and comfort. And no, he doesn't want to discuss it.
⥠Tanjirou does not even hint at sex, waiting for the moment when you "warm up", but he has a fairly high sexual desire and often expresses it either by serving you or by fantasizing about you.
It is not uncommon for him to have wet dreams with your participation, after which he is ashamed to look you in the eye.
⥠Tanjirou loves it when you try to make him a baby. It doesn't matter what position one of you is in, the fact that you want a child from him is very exciting for him.
... After all, no matter how much he tells you that a child is not necessary for him, he would definitely like to have a baby or even several.
It is also a delightful ground for the development of degradation, where you say that Tanjirou is only fit to (give birth / make you) a child, and for praise, where you purr Tanjirou about what a great mom / dad he will be for your baby.
In any case, he begs you to use his body for your desires and not to restrain yourself; he will withstand everything you want to do with him! Tanjirou is the big brother, after all!
⥠There is no one who would like to settle between your legs more than Tanjirou. It is not known whether this is due to his desire to worship you and be pleasant, or whether this is how his dependence on your smell is expressed, but he is in any case very happy with his position.
Perhaps at some point you will have to grab Tanjirou by the hair and pull him away from you so that he finally breaks off for at least a minute, because you also have limits.
Tanjirou will whine in frustration, but if you don't take away his right to kiss your thighs, then he may try to survive the temporary loss.âŚ
⥠If Tanjirou feels that you are aroused, he will insist that you urgently need to deal with it. And you won't be able to escape anywhere â Tanjirou will cling to your leg like a pesky dog, and will stubbornly say that "[Y/n], you urgently need to relax!!! I'll help you!!! Trust me!!!".
This is also a guarantee that it will become normal for you to have sex wherever you can find a secluded place. Although Tanjirou doesn't want to make love outside of the house, can he let you feel dissatisfied? Oral sex and petting anywhere until you try to "pay him back". Tanjirou will refuse, blushing furiously, and convince you that he does not need it, he will wait at home!
... but he's a bit of a masochist and an exhibitionist, and loves it when you grope him, right up to orgasm, soâŚ
⥠Tanjirou is actually on the vanilla side (especially if you didn't "corrupt" him), with "sweet hand-holding", "long foreplay and long care for each other after making love", "eye contact", "compliments and gentle conversations".
But he doesn't mind rough and wild sex, with pain and animal instincts, where he acts as your victim.
Spanking? Bites? Humiliating praise? Tanjirou charmingly moans and shivers, trying to shut his mouth so as not to make too loud noises, it's so vulgar. Although it doesn't make sense when you re-clamp him and lock his arms in place.
Decent boys definitely shouldn't behave like this.
Although he will always be gentle, he can't be rude to you, and he wants to make love in a more "traditional" way, there is something about the way you grab him by the hair and use him as a defenseless "prey" while he gasps under you and whines.
Tanjirou doesn't even try to escape, too quickly for the "trapped victim" to start fawning over you.
At the end, Tanjirou becomes very soft and affectionate, and wants to kiss and cuddle until you fall asleep.
⥠In everyday life, he behaves very carefully and makes sure that you eat healthy food, do not get cold or overheated, are not sad, are not nervous, are not in danger, and many more "not" that are a constant source of stress for him.
But during lovemaking, Tanjirou only wants to be your "good boy" who asks "Daddy / Mommy not to leave him!" while you tenderly / rudely take care of him and his sensitive body.
With all this stress and leadership role, Tanjirou is constantly stressed, unable to show his insecure side due to responsibility, and he tends to feel more vulnerable in front of you.
But at the same time, Tanjirou can't get rid of his "parenting tendencies", so he's equally excited if you treat him like a "Mommy". After all, he has to take care of his "tired little one", doesn't he? It doesn't matter if you're rude or gentle, he encourages you anyway and tells you how well you're doing and that you don't need to hold back with himâĄ
And although initially telling him about his kinks seems too risky or even humiliating... Spouses should be open to each other, right?
Even if at first he is very confused, showing off his preoccupied personality.
Warnings: 18+, drug use, addiction, toxic relationship, suicide mention, itâs consensual but Iâm gonna say dubcon just in case, mostly plot with a bit of spice, Senjuro is college aged.
Words: 1600
a/n: Had this idea plaguing me and I just needed to get it out. Sensitive topic here (as if I write anything that isnât) but yeah may or may not give these two a happy or sad ending. Let me know I guess!
You opened the door to the large figure in front of you, dripping from the downpour that was tearing through the city. He was imposing in stature but still very skinny otherwise; a very meek man. He was shivering, but you had a feeling that it wasn't from the rain.Â
"Why did you take the last train?" You tested the water with a small opener. It was very curious that he would show up so late, again. He knows what he's here for, but you wanted him to say it himself.Â
He opened his mouth to speak but ultimately couldn't, instead opting for a shaky wave. You scoffed and opened your door wider for him before leaving to get a towel. When you returned he was still at the door, still shaking, still appearing utterly helpless. You handed him the towel and he took it from you, still avoiding your eyes. Everything was silent.Â
"I'm not selling to you anymore Senjuro."Â
He continued to stand there, blond and red locks frayed and dripping water on the floor. He looked beautiful, always does, it was a talent that even helpless and strung out he still looked breathtaking. He nodded and hugged himself tighter. "I'm sorry. I'll do anything, please."Â
"You don't want anything from me." You put your hand against his cheek and felt his cool trembling against your warm skin. He was desperate again. He said he was going to quit plenty of times but he would always end up right back at your doorstep. You watched him grow from a slightly misguided kid to a truly fucked over adult. He barely knew his mom, dad's an alcoholic, and his brother seems alright but he was always busy teaching. You're sure he's messed up like everyone else and is just the type to let things fester in secret but Senjuro doesn't know that. He thinks he's the problem, the only one that couldn't cope, that can't contribute in the way that his older brother does. It messed with him so badly that it led him to you. The school's dealer. Not only can you make the pain disappear, you can make it feel good.
He doesn't need to feel good. He needs to never see you again.Â
"I can't stop shaking, my family will notice. Please."Â
"I hope you know theyâd hate what you do for this more than the actual drugs itself." He looked at you with his dull red eyes through his foggy glasses, you remember when they used to sparkle. He wasn't like you, he was always so motivated and happy. At some point you used to envy his shy and upbeat demeanor.Â
"I understand." He smiled at you but it looked eerie and unnatural. He wasnât lying about his shaking though, it really did look bad.
You shook your head at him and sighed, turning around to a side room to check your supply. Lucky him, you had exactly what he needed. You took just one and dropped It in his palm. He looked at you confused. "I told you I'm not selling you shit anymore. You're getting one to tide you over, other than that I don't want to see you here ever again. Get help."
He looks at you with a plea in his eyes as he gently grabs your arm. "I donât think I have anyone else y/n, please donât leave me alone.â
"That's not my problem, do you even have money anymore?" You pushed away from him and he quickly latched back on to you. Your heart strained in your chest, you always hated this part. This stupid hug he gave you that brought you back to your youth, the days of being in high school when he hugged you before running off to his friends. This was always just business to you but he walked into your life and youâve felt increasingly responsible for him since. It felt less and less like making money and more like assisted suicide.Â
He placed the pill in his mouth and pulled himself even closer to you, ''Anything." You felt his still wet body pressed against you and you knew this fight was over.
You sighed before pulling away from him and walking to your room. He followed you, knowing exactly how this routine went. He watched you kick off your pants and your underwear. You sat on your bed in nothing but your top and watched him with guilty eyes. He was pretty, even with fading hair and way less weight than he started with he was gorgeous to you. Usually people as deep as him donât maintain as well but he managed to keep his baby face. He looks tired, the type of tired sleep can't fix, but at least you can't tell that he's sold his life away for a drug. At least not yet, but he's getting there.Â
You know you're taking advantage of him, but he's also hoping you do. Heâs always been a people pleaser and you canât say no to letting him please you. It started with him running you drinks to making out in your car and now...Terrible. As sinister as this courtship is, neither of you truly want to stop. You loved him, but not enough to stop him from hurting himself. "Hurry up, you have an 8 AM tomorrow."Â
âI dropped that course.âÂ
You stared at him with pure pain in your eyes. âOf course you did.âÂ
He peels himself out of his wet clothes with a slight sway to his form, you can tell whatever issues that plague him are starting to float away. As usual, he keeps his glasses on. He smiles at you with weird reverence, like he's thankful that you're going to be the one to ultimately kill him. Your hand immediately takes hold of his pretty cock. Long, curved, and pink at the tip. You swirled your thumb around his tip as he patiently waited for you to tell him what to do. You made languid movements up and down his twitching dick, thinking to yourself that you should probably do something before he's completely spaced out.Â
"Lay down." He listens and slowly gets on your bed before giving his attention back to you. You can never seem to get over how dainty he looks, it makes you feel even worse about your little situation. You get on top of him and he instantly starts bucking against you, not really even aiming for anything, just trying to get the burning sensation on his skin to cool down. You didn't prep but you didn't need to, taking him was easy. Power and pity is two things you've learned to sexualize when it comes to him. His vulnerability had to be hot or else it would quickly become sad. Â
His legs squirm underneath you from the building sensitivity. He utters small "thank you" and gasps as you move up and down his dick. His slight curve rubbed against your upper wall, causing you to be noisier than you'd like to be. He's getting warmer and warmer, feeling found inside of you. The world is fading off into something more obscure, something that isn't tangible. Your hips feel plush against his palm, he's digging down and tearing into your skin but he knows youâll forgive him for it.
You watch him writhe in ecstasy, getting closer and closer to his high. He looked so beautiful with his hair all over your bed and his glasses threatening to fall off completely. You never get a warning with him, your orgasms are always so sudden and violent. Your thighs squished his as you curled into yourself, he was still thrusting, seeking his own relief. You thought you were going to pass out from the feeling of him still plunging deep inside of you. "S-stop."Â
You pulled off of him and wrapped your hand around his sticky cock again, not wanting to leave him hanging. He seemed to be capable of the job on his own, thrusting into your warm palm with pure joy. "I'm getting close-." You didn't give him the chance to finish his sentence before you changed your hand motion to a slight twist. He came almost instantly in your grasp, you flinched from the slight splatter against your face as you continued to move your hand. He struggled to look at you. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do that."Â
You let go and grabbed the same towel you gave him to dry off. "You always say sorry so much, stop it." You knew he probably didn't hear that, he was past the point of holding an intelligible conversation. There's nothing but the sound of your sheets moving underneath his squirming body and the sound of faint moaning, it wasn't a pretty sight but you're used to it.
You watched him move around until he eventually stayed completely still, fully enraptured by his high. He was going to be stuck like this for a few hours. You shook your head, admonishing yourself for even letting him in. You can't keep giving him drugs, and you especially can't keep letting him pay you like this. You grabbed his glasses and put it on your dresser so he wouldnât crush it, in that moment his phone lit up and you saw the message, it was his brother. His friends stopped asking where he disappeared to a long time ago, it was truly only Kyojuro that still cared about where he went to at night. He has to know the reason why his brother is slipping away.
Hey! I finished grading tests early and picked up your favorite on my way home. I was hoping I could talk to you tonight but donât worry about it! Your food is in the fridge. Wherever you are, stay safe. We care about you.
You winced at the message and decided to respond for him. Thank you, I'm staying with a friend to study tonight. I'll be back tomorrow.Â
YESSS THE FEAR OF GETTING THE WORK UNDONE!! I usually making the excuse 'owhh I forgot' with innocent faceâşď¸
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Ngl I straight up just take the L. Iâve been lucky though to where it never goes bad? Like I tell them itâs gonna be late and theyâre just like âthanks for telling meâ and run me my A regardless lmao. In highschool though that was a whole different story I was definitely the âI couldâve sworn I put it in my folderâ type.
I'm bad at prioritizing things and making to do list will end up in trash binđ... In the end I just let things done depending on situation
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Iâm with you on that! I end up just working on impulse around my day. It hasnât failed me yet but I live in constant fear of the day that it does lmaaaooo.
Anyone else really bad at prioritizing things? Like I know the order is projects (that are all due next week), smaller assignments, and then writing. In my head tho it does not register like that, all of them are equal so they cancel each other out and nothing gets done. Iâve tried doing to-do lists and everything and it always just,,,,,,,,, cancels out. I be mad af because Iâm not even doing anything, just laying in bed thinking about all the shit I could be doing.Â
May I request a non-con with Shinjurou and daughter reader who looks a lot like his wife?
Look Iâm not even supposed to be doing all of these but yâall stay sending me some juicy requests so.Â
Shinjuro x Daughter! Reader
Warnings: Incest, noncon, angstÂ
Word Count: 1132
You entered into your home after a heavy sparring session with Kyojuro. He said you've made good progress, something that never failed to make you feel better. Whenever you doubted yourself or got into trouble, he was always there for you.Â
Your fathers stumble took you out of your thoughts. He looked at you with piercing eyes, drinking in your appearance. The alcohol in his hands made it obvious where this behavior was coming from.Â
âRuka?â
Hearing him address you as mother always hurts your heart. You wish he wouldn't drown his grief in alcohol. âNot quite, Iâm y/n. Let's get you to bed."
âYou look beautiful darling, where have you been today?" He said it with an odd glare and a lilt in his voice.
You looked perturbed by his comment before brushing it off with a smile. âThank you, I was training with Nii-san.â You offered your hand out to escort him to his room and he took it. His eyes still seemed trained on you as you led him down the hallway and into his room. Thereâs bottles of sake strewn about and it smells stale. You make a mental note to come through and give a proper cleaning in the morning.Â
âThank you baby, youâre very pretty.âÂ
You feel a chill go down your spine as the tension in the room rises. You grab a few of the bottles and give a curt bow before attempting to leave the room. You yelp at the sudden hands on your waist, hot breath on your skin, body pressed against your backside. You attempt to pull away but heâs holding you tightly against him.Â
âDonât leave again, let me touch you.â His hands roam your body with an excessive amount of ease. You feel so full and warm underneath his palms, he can feel how much you missed him, need him. He wants to make you feel good, prove to you that heâs not just old and angry.
âPlease stop! â Your words seem to evaporate the second they left your mouth. You wonder if he even heard you, but the hand sinking lower down your body is evidence that your plea failed to be acknowledged. His other hand grabs your face and jerks it sharply as he leans down to kiss you. His kiss is hard and sloppy, full of the taste of alcohol and regret. You want to bite down and scream for help, surely Senjuro would hear your cry, but the fear of being a nuisance bubbled in your core. The poor boy was already suffering from the dysfunctions of your family, he didn't need this shame on top of it.
You pushed away harder this time, throwing yourself face-first against the wall by accident. Your head throbbed from the impact. Before you could even steady yourself and run he was back on you. Your vision was still fluctuating from the pain of your fall. You felt his large hands undoing your uniform pants and you began to cry.
âDonât be so difficult Ruka.âÂ
"I'm not Ruka. Please let me go father." You felt so meek in this situation. âIâm y/n." Your uniform pools at your ankles and you shudder from the air against your bare skin. His hand roams your sides as you shook quietly.Â
"Why are you cold? I can warm you up." He smacks your ass and you choke back a yelp. His hand reaches between your legs to feel your slit, reflexively you close your leg only for him to pry them apart. "Don't be so shy, I know what I'm doing." He drags his fingers into you and your eyes go wide. Two large fingers curl against your insides and you shut your eyes. All you could feel is every push moving deeper and deeper into your pussy.
Your voice came out like a whisper. "Stop." Another finger is added and you gasp at the stretch. You could feel yourself tightening against him to push him out as he thrusted in and out of your tight heat. "You're getting so wet for me. I think you're ready darling."Â
No. This isn't happening to you, it can't be. You felt his tip at your entrance and began to weep. "Please."Â
"Don't worry, I'll treat you good." He pushed in and one of your knees buckled. He groaned as he felt your soft walls enclose his dick. You were so tight, every movement sucked him right back in. He gave deeper thrusts that banged your body against the wall. The sound of your cunt trying its hardest to accommodate him was sending him over. "You feel so good Ruka, I knew you missed me too." He pushed against you further and fucked you harder. The sound of his skin making contact with your skin was loud and wet.Â
You weren't sure what sound you were making, something in between a moan and a cry. The friction in between your thighs was unforgiving if not unabashedly cruel. You reached backwards to push at him and he pushed your arm down against your back.
"I know I'm old, but how about one more kid? Let me fill you up again." He speeds up and you feel as if you're going to fall. The world feels like it's closing in around you as he gets closer and closer. All restraint you had dropped and you screamed, a violent blood curdling one. You felt sorry for disturbing Senjuros peace, but he likely already heard what was happening anyway.Â
"Yeah, scream for me, it feels good."Â
"FATHER!" The door slid open and you saw Kyojuro. He looked somewhere in between fearful and angry.Â
"Fuck off, can't you see I'm with your mother." His words were slurred but his tone still carried weight.
"Y/n isn't your wife!" Your brother rushes to your aid and you fall against him. He picks you up, ignoring the slick that touched his hand from your legs. Your father fell over on his futon and ignored the situation completely.Â
You felt disgusting.Â
Kyojuro carried you to your room and placed you down on your own futon gently. He sat next to you and placed his hands against his head forehead. He looked tired, disturbed, and sad. He always knew what to do, how to cheer you up, but for once he didn't know how to help you. "Are you going to be okay?"
You didn't say anything.Â
He gave you a long look with nothing on his face. You can't tell what he's thinking, what he's feeling, what he wants; it's all just empty. He gave you a reassuring pat and then got up. You wanted to ask him to stay, but heâs seen you cry enough.
Now you're alone.
Nothing but yourself, the darkness, and an aching throb where your innocence should be.
Warnings: 18+ aged up content, gunplay, femdom, degradation, threats of death.
a/n: Despite what the warnings say this is actually kind of fluffy (well, as fluffy as I get haha).
Word Count: 1300
You tapped the side of his face, admiring that obedient flustered expression of his. You move him downward against the wall and he follows you without hesitation.
"Any reason why you dragged me in here?"
"I think your weapon is pretty cool, can you teach me how to use it?" Your expression is playful and loving.
"Huh?"
"Your gun, show it to me."
"Right now?"
"Unless you don't want to." You pouted up at him, stifling your laughter because he doesnât seem to realize what youâre asking.
He looks at you confused and then it dawns on him what you're asking. His face reddened even more than before. Why did you want to use something so dangerous for this? He knows you're trained so he's not worried that you'll accidentally shoot him, but the risk of it is intriguing. He found himself immediately handing over the weapon and watching as you marveled at it in your hand.
"It's so big." You looked at it with devilish curiosity and he stared at you somewhat bewildered. You climbed back on top of him and giggled at the small moan he made. He was always so sensitive and vocal, it gave you too much of a power high to dominate such a big strong guy. Well, that's what he was for everyone else, for you he was just your Genya.
Your clothed clit came into contact with his hardened member, you moved achingly slow against him. It felt amazing especially because you know he's struggling. He looks at you dazed, already lost in this game you constantly pull him into. His hand grips on to your ass and you feel him begin to move against you. "Pervert." The gun is near inches away from his face and he stops. You frown. "Did I say stop?"
"No." He continues grinding against you and you moan at the amazing feeling pooling in your lower abdomen. You could tell you were making his pants wet but that wasnât important. You move up closer and your lips press against his. He gives in easily, so easily, to anything you need from him. He's so lost in this moment; your mouth, your body, the gun, it's all making him feel so foggy.
You pull away from him and he groans, the saliva still connecting you two together. "Why did you stop? I was so close."
"You answered your own question. I'm not going to let you further ruin your uniform when you could be cumming in me." You point the gun next to his head and move closer to his other side. "Strip."
He follows your orders at light speed, quickly disrobing himself as to not disappoint his eager partner. You watch full of enjoyment, he was so precious and entirely too lanky to be attempting to remove his clothes the way he's trying to. You feel like laughing would ruin the moment but you want to.
He joins you against the wall and beams at you before looking at you oddly. "Why aren't you naked?"
"I don't need to be for this, my skirt works fine." Â
He avoids eye contact with you, feeling slightly embarrassed to be the only naked one. "Well, I'm ready."
You quirk your head and move between his legs. "Ready for what?" You laugh as his face reddened, he suddenly realized how desperate he looked. You stroke his cheeks lovingly and he moves into your touch. "I almost feel bad threatening such a good boy like you." He feels his gun on the edge of his lips. "Now suck or I'll pull the trigger and we'll test if you can regenerate your head."
He looks at it cautiously before wrapping his lips around the gun. You push it further into his mouth and giggle at his trembling. He stared at you while moving up and down the barrel slowly; pulling out every so often to lick the tip of it. He laughed at how your eyes seemed to widen at his efforts. He backed off his gun and smiled at you with lidded eyes. âIs this good enough for you.â
"You're really trying to impress me huh? Are you really that dirty?"
His voice is shaky and you could almost mistake it for fear if you didnât already know how turned on he was. "N-no."
You wrap your palm against his thick cock and his pretty voice sings against the gun. "You're such a pervert. I'd bet you come if I pulled the trigger." His member kicks in your hand and you laugh. "You're so disgusting, maybe I should give you what you want." The gun goes further down his mouth and you see his eyes make an ever so familiar squint. You let go.
"You're so sensitive tonight! I won't leave you like this for too long." You pull your panties to the side and slowly push yourself down his dick. "Good job baby! You're almost there." He places a hand on your hip and you look at him with a smirk. "I have to move slowly Genya, I'm sorry." He looks like he's about to cry at your response, he wants to be completely inside of you as soon as possible. He needs to feel the safety of your walls surrounding him. "Maybe I've been too mean to you." You quickly drop down his full length, earning you a disgustingly loud moan from his throat. You pull yourself up before slamming right back down. He grips you so hard you're sure his nails are drawing blood.
He manages to whisper a thank you that makes your heart melt.
You hum at him, pleased by his response as you move faster. He's shaking, desperately trying not to cum so soon and disappoint you. You've found an angle and begin impaling yourself against him. Your arm is still wrapped around his neck and the gun in your other hand. Your entire body feels like it's straining to continue riding him. He thrusts up against you and you hold in a scream. "Yes! Keep doing that." He grabs you with both hands and slams you against himself repeatedly with joy. He loves pleasing you. The gun returns into view and you struggle to say your sentence. "Thirty seconds or you're dead whore."
He pushes you back and strokes into you at a somewhat alarming pace. Youâre so wet and soft against his dick, he didnât know holding a loaded weapon would get you so turned on. His hits were still consistent despite teetering on the edge of his orgasm. You seemed to run out of mocking words to say as he nailed you to the floor of the storage room. All that escaped your mouth was random sounds and mumbles. Your grasp on the gun was dangerously shaky yet still pointed at him, he felt like he was going to die if you didn't cum soon.
You grasp on to his shoulder for dear life and a loud bang erupts next to you. You had fired in the opposite direction.
He pulls out of you and white ropes spray up your stomach and drip down your uniform. He falls on top of you breathing hard, not even remotely worried about how sticky his body is about to be when he moves from off of you. Â He just wanted to stay here a little longer and enjoy your calming heart.
"You're too heavy for this." You say in between breaths."
"You can handle it." He laughs at you before moving to the side. You move slightly to kiss his cheeks and he leans his head against you. "When were you going to tell me you liked guns?"
You snort. "I just did."
"You're always so rude." He kisses your forehead in return.
"Sorry, been around you too long."
Your moment is quickly interrupted by the sound of an angry yell down the hallway. "WHO SHOT THAT?"
not really a request I just wanted to know if you're cool with omo?
Yup! Iâm more familiar with writing it in terms of humiliation and punishment but I can probably try other stuff too. Just tell me what youâre looking for and Iâll see if I can do it :)
Do you think a yandere Tanjirou would be cruel or sweet?
...Yandere!Tanjiro?
A/N: Answering here again because my ask box is like officially broken and wonât let me draft messages so. Hope yâall donât mind that I kind of merged the request!Â
Warnings: 18+, yandere, dark themes, noncon, lactation, fem parts for like 2 bullets, and heâs about 20 here so aged up!
Sweet! Honestly heâs a kind man that got turned around in life and hasnât been able to get back home since. I canât see him doing terrible things to you on purpose as it would break his heart to see you in pain. However, he does gets emotional sometimes and can get swept up in that and end up doing something that hurts you. The guilt will hit him right after.
SFW
He becomes attracted to you because you remind him of home. He canât say if itâs your scent or your eyes or the way you talk, itâs just something about you that just takes him back to better days.
He wants to be a provider for you, but at the same time he sees you as a caregiver. This viewpoint remains even if youâre not a caring person at all. He likes to see the best in people but with you it often treads into the realm of delusional.Â
Heâll genuinely believe heâs not doing anything wrong, and chances are youâll dismiss the red flags too.Â
With him itâs easy to forgive the way he intervenes in your conversations with others or how he constantly feels the need to leave you gifts and letters. Heâs just being nice. Right?
Yes the letters are a little too passionate, the gifts exceedingly expensive, but it doesnât mean anything....
Massively protective. The trauma of seeing his entire family dead really messed him up underneath that hopeful exterior. He tries his best not to make it anyone elseâs issue, but the issue boils within him. Sometimes heâll hold your hand and just wonât let go. He wonât explain why, he wonât acknowledge it, heâll just squeeze until you panic. Heâll apologize profusely and then act like nothing happened at all.
He has bad nightmares about clutching your dead body. His failure to save you being the reason why youâre cold in his arms. When he awakes heâs in a frenzy, marching over to where you sleep and waking you up just to feel you and know that youâre there. You feel awful saying no, but you hate the way his hands snake across your body while he breathes heavily against you.Â
He doesnât want to kidnap you, at least not until he has a nice house where you and Nezuko can feel safe. Of course he would never view it as kidnapping, to him itâs just how courting should be. The only reason he can think of as to why you keep rejecting him is because he canât provide you with a safe place to raise a family.Â
He doesnât have the heart to poison you or force you into the house, he would choose a simpler method: Locking you in when youâre over to help with Nezuko.Â
He honestly wouldnât treat you horrible. Once again, he loves to provide so most things would be taken care of. However, providing can get twisted in his worst moments. Heâll remove things from you just to return it so you can miss it and associate him with forgiveness and warmth. Never enough to put your life in danger, just small things that he knows means a lot to you.
Sometimes he comes home angry and is more aggressive with you than he means to be. Heâs used to you pulling away from his affection, but if you reject his touch while heâs in this mood heâll pull you in and hold you there until you say that you love him. This usually devolves into a mess of tears until youâre the one comforting him.
Just like with the nightmares, sometimes the fears get so bad that he hovers you in your sleep. Just to make sure no demon sneaks in and disturbs his happy home.
Honestly, I think his sweetness is painful and makes things more complex than if he was outright sadistic. It makes it so hard to leave him because you know he doesnât mean to hurt you, and at some point he was normal. He doesnât need to guilt you into staying, unfortunately youâll probably do it yourself.
NSFW
When heâs pressed into you for comfort things can quickly become sexual. Sometimes itâs enough to rut against you and whisper your name. Other times he assumes you want it just as badly as he does and needs to be with you. Heâll take you somewhere else away from Nezuko and fuck every last bit of stress out of himself. Heâs able to ignore your reaction for awhile but if you get to loud or cry heâll start apologizing and try to go softer.
Praises you, a lot. He thinks the sun shines just to greet you. When heâs deep inside of you he canât help but tell you how beautiful you are, how much you mean to him. Heâll kiss you everywhere and touch every spot that he can, he wants to make sure you know that no one can praise you like he does.
Itâs not uncommon for him to call you mommy/daddy. He spends so much time being a leader, so much time being the parent when he shouldâve been a child. It manifests in sexual ways. You can use this to your advantage; call him your sweet boy, tell him how good he fucks you and heâll finish a lot faster.
On the days that you actually want sex, heâs eager to please and would gladly let you top him. Heâs not very masochistic himself, but if you were to be cruel to him it would make him happy that youâre feeling good.
Desperately wants a family so heâs very into filling you up with his cum. He rarely cums anywhere else that isnât deep inside of you. Heâs in love with the concept of your pregnant body and very well may be the type to constantly keep a child in you.
Lactation. Heâs not reserved about it either. You donât even have to be doing anything sexual, heâll approach you while youâre sweeping and disrobe you just to suck the milk from your tits. His tongue is tracing circles around your swollen nipple, pinching your sensitive buds and feeling the liquid run down his hands excites him to no end.
Oral is another activity that can occur at random. He likes feeling useful and this is one of the faster ways to get you to play with his hair. Heâs actually really good at it and he makes you see stars every time.Â
I don't mean this with any disrespect, it's a real question. Is it okay to like these things? I thought I was weird for a long time for being interested in noncon but reading your stuff is helping me feel better about it. I feel sorta guilty.
Youâre good! I felt weird and guilty about it at first too, especially because it made me feel like I was invalidating my own experiences but it faded with time. Itâs just for horny, venting, or fun and as long as it doesnât reflect anything you want to do outside of roleplay irl youâre fine. Iâd argue that a lot of us are actually massively vanilla irl, the wilding out is all just fictional pal.Â
Have fun with it and only look at what youâre comfortable with. If you start feeling really bad though my advice would be to put it down for awhile. I actually go through periods of sex repulsion so Iâve learned to not push myself with it, honor your vibes!
Squelching sounds could be heard as Sanemi bent (y/n) over the kitchen counter. His face was submerged in her dripping pussy, his tongue lapping at her arousal. It was an occuring thing, Sanemi eating out his little sisterâs pussy. It was... Normal for them. They loved each other more than siblings, and they aroused each other. Genya always joined in on the sexual acts, using his little sister for his sexual desires. He loved (y/n) as equally as Sanemi loved her.
Genya was out finishing a mission while (y/n) was cooking lunch for her and Sanemi. She tried concentrating on washing the dishes but to no avail as Sanemi continued to abuse her cunt. His fingers curled to press against the soft spongy wall which made her squeeze her thighs together.Â
âN-Nemi-nii...â He hummed in acknowledgement, the vibrations making her toes curl,
âMâgonna cum...!â His fingers skillfully plunged in and out of her cunt, sliding along the tight walls as his lips wrapped around her clit. He sucked harshly, forcefully dragging out her orgasm. Her knees shook as she held onto the counter to not drop down to the floor as her juices rushed into Sanemiâs awaiting mouth. He sucked the juice out of her cunt, drinking greedily, his fingers continuing to press against her walls.
(y/n) panted, trying to regain her breath. Sanemiâs fingers rubbed her walls before he retracted them, standing back up to wrap his arms around (y/n) from behind. His cum-coated fingers entered his mouth as he sucked them dry.
âSo good for me~â (y/n) relaxed against his hold, leaning against Sanemiâs broad chest,
âWhenâs Genya-nii coming home?â
âMiss him, do you?â She nodded and Sanemi chuckled,
âSo one cock isnât enough to satisfy you, huh. So spoiled~â (y/n) pouted at the accusation,
âI just miss Genya-nii! I love when you two are around me at the same time, thatâs all...!â
âMm hm.â He ignored her protests, resting his head against the top of her head. Genya was coming home tonight and Sanemi couldnât wait to ruin (y/n) that night.
It was dark when Genya came home. Sanemi greeted Genya at the door before they both entered their shared bedroom. (y/n) was already asleep, dressed in nothing but panties, her soft snores filling the room.Â
âSheâs been missing you all day.â Genya smiled at that,
âWell, Iâm back now.â He stripped his clothes off, crawling under the covers to nudge his nose against (y/n)âs cunt. He breathed in her scent, his tongue licking the damp spot on the fabric. Sanemi sat on the edge of the bed, his clothes discarded and his hand slowly stroking his thick cock.
(y/n) shifted slightly in her sleep, small moans escaping her mouth. Genya ripped the thin material off of (y/n) throwing it to Sanemi. A smirk grew on Sanemiâs face as he wrapped the fabric around his cock, using it to jerk himself off. The fabric was warm, the heat of her cunt wrapping around Sanemi deliciously and making him groan and sigh out of pleasure.
Genyaâs tongue plunged into her wet core, his hands gripping her ass and bringing her legs over his shoulders. His fingers pressed against her ass, his tongue entering her folds at a deeper angle.
(Y/n)âs groggy eyes adjusted to the dark as she woke. A wet, slimy feeling was all she could register in her mind as another moan escaped her parted lips. Her fingers grasped the covers, pulling them off her.Â
âAh...â Her cunt tightened around Genyaâs tongue as her eyes met with his. Sighing softly, her head landed back on her pillow and she closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling as her fingers threaded through his dark hair.
âGenya-nii, missed you~â He parted from her core, a string of saliva connecting to it,
âMm, i know, baby~â Her eyes scanned the room for Sanemi only to feel heat rising up on her face as she took in the sight: Her panties gripped tightly in his hand as he smeared it with his precum.Â
âLike what you see, princess?â (y/n) nodded, gulping down the drool threatening to leave her mouth. Genya lifted her up, settling (y/n) on his lap,
âThink you can take both of us right now?â
âYeah.â She mumbled, still sleepy. (y/n) buried her head into Genyaâs chest as he eased his cock into her, his crotch pressing against her clit. Sanemi approached (y/n) from behind, lifting her up slowly and slipping his cock into her cunt beside Genyaâs.Â
âSâfull...â
âYeah? Do you love your nii-sansâ stuffing you full with their cocks? Love when youâre full of our cum?â Sanemi asked with a smirk, his fingers playing with her breast. (y/n) nodded, trying not to doze off. Genya kissed her forehead,
âSleep, baby. Itâs fine. Weâll take care of you.â (y/n)âs eyes closed as she leaned on Genyaâs chest. She wasnât asleep, not that she could be in this situation. Genya thrusted up, Sanemi pulling out, and they continued to alternate the pattern of their thrusts. The younger Shinazugawa brother parted his lips, taking the perky bud in his mouth and harshly sucking while his fingers pinched and twisted the other. Sanemiâs cock rubbed against Genyaâs as he thrusted, creating extra stimulation that made both of them groan.Â
âCome here princess~â Sanemi murmured as he picked up (y/n) and settled her in his lap instead. He spread her legs for Genya to thrust deeper into her cunt. His fingers teased her mouth, (y/n)âs mouth parting to suck on Sanemiâs slender fingers.Â
âFuck, your mouth is so lewd, princess~â Sanemi groaned as he felt his cock throb with the need to fill her pretty pussy up with his cum. Genyaâs lips trailed over her breasts, kissing and sucking huge bruises into the skin. His palm pressed down on her clit, (y/n)âs hips involuntarily bucking up.
A certain friend of Sanemiâs had just dropped by to borrow some bandages as he had ran out in his house. His ears picked up on what sounded like moans and pants. He thought to himself,
âDidnât Sanemi live with his siblings only?â Proceeding further into the house, he came upon a door that wasnât closed properly. Curiosity getting the best of him, he peeked through the door and his breath caught in his throat. He felt his pants tightening as he watched the scene before him.Â
âCum for us, pretty princess~â Sanemiâs fingers pulled on her nipple and her whole body trembled before she came, her walls keeping a vice grip on each of their cock. Genya groaned in pleasure as his thrusts stuttered and he spilled his hot cum inside of her messy cunt.Â
âGonna pump you nice and full of my cum, you want that, princess?â
âY-Yes...! I want your cum, Nemi-nii~â
Sanemi buried his cock all the way in her cunt, his hands gripping her hips and pushing her down to take all of his cum.
Retrieving the panties Sanemi had used to jerk himself off, he placed them back on (y/n), palming her pussy and letting their cum soak the fabric,
âWhat do you say now, baby?â Asked Genya as he picked her up from Sanemiâs lap.
âTh-Thank you for the m-meal~â
Obanai left the house, deciding to come back for bandages another day. He entered his own room, jerking himself off to the mental image of (y/n) cumming around his cock instead of her brothersâ, imagining the way her cunt would wrap perfectly around his thick cock, her cum leaking around it and the wet noises that would fill the room.Â
