Midnight

Care for a little romance with a twist~

[2-hy]

please, mr ashveil!

when you approach ashveil for a particular favour along with the promise of generous pay—it's a win-win situation for him: he gets to pay his monthly rent and fuck a beautiful girl.

wc: 1.2k, x f!reader, squirting, a bit of exhibitionism (u don't get caught), he's lowk a tease, p in v, creampie, pwp. ib this voiceline "if you ever need anything done, just hit me up! i'm flexible on the price.”

tldr -> basically u n ashveil doing it in his office.

ashveil is more than happy to fulfill your service of course, especially for a sweet thing like you. 

his cramped office is less than the ideal place to have sex, but who are you to complain when his thick cock is rubbing back and forth on your folds, teasing it like a sly wolf toying with his prey?

your thighs, surprisingly pliable, are lifted high, hooked over his arms as his bare chest presses to your back, the rough texture of his skin a delicious contrast to your own.

a soft, involuntary squelch accompanies each slow drag of his cock against your cunt. perhaps it's the lack of experience, or the illicit thrill; but you're already wet, dripping even. 

it was a strange, exhilarating surrender, your body instinctively arches backward, leaving yourself completely dependent on his strength.

he continues the slow, torturous rhythm. “please, mr ashveil,” you whimper, a breathless sound catching in your throat. “i-i can’t do this anymore…” 

"can't you?" he slurs with that sultry voice of his. "or won't you? hm?” 

“beg for it, darling. beg for what you really want."

his grip tightens around your thighs, pulling you closer, the pressure firm enough to make your breath hitch. “come on, use your words,” he coaxes. 

"fuck—” you gasp, your hands clutching at him. "i want...i want you inside. n—need more of you!”

a quiet, satisfied hum leaves him, like he’s been waiting to hear that.

“yeah?” he teases, letting the anticipation coil tighter and tighter between you. “that what you really want?”

you nod helplessly. he’s so mean, the head of his cock still teasing your entrance like there's no tomorrow. 

“wanna fuck you so bad too, sweet thing.” he brushes a slow kiss along your neck, his hair grazing your skin and sending a soft shiver down your spine.

“please mr ashveil, f—fill me up…!”

that’s all it takes.

with a sudden, powerful thrust, he finally plunges into you. a deep, satisfying splurch sounds out as your bodies meet. eliciting a long, drawn-out moan from your lips. 

you can feel his hot breath fanning over your cheeks as your head tilts back against his shoulder, his thick length stretching you oh-so-perfectly. 

“shit,” he hisses. “your tight little cunt’s suckin’ me in.”

a sudden knock at the door jolts you both—your body spasms around him in surprise; he lets out a sharp groan at the sudden clench of your pussy.

“you're on full display f’me like a perfect little slut, yeah?” he murmurs. “anyone opens that door, they’ll see exactly who owns this pussy.”

and he’s right. if someone walks in, they'll be greeted with the most perfect sight of ur greedy cunt swallowing down his cock.

“ashveil?” a voice calls from outside.

his jaw clenches. he can feel how wet and hot you are wrapped around him—the pulse of your arousal only making it harder to think straight.

“are you there?”

“im busy, come back later.” he answers curtly, unapologetically turning away the visitor.

yet the interruption only seems to fuel him. 

he manhandles you—lifting your body slightly off his cock before repositioning both your thighs and hooking them securely across his right forearm. your legs dangle helplessly over his forearm, hips angled at his mercy.

“ah…!” you gasp as he drives back into you with a sudden thrust. it’s almost like he did that because he wants to hear you unravel in his arms. 

the cruel and mean detective then slides his free hand down to your clit, circling small strokes over your swollen bud. his touch is electric, relentless, turning your whimpers into desperate moans as he works you just right.

“you’re so sensitive,” he growls in your ear.

“but sir! it’s a new commission!” the voice insists from outside.

you’re absolutely mortified; so full of him, clinging and clenching as he pinches that sensitive nub hard. pleasure shoots through you like lightning as you gasp, body trembling around his cock.

“i said not now,” ashveil snaps—and finally, silence falls on the other side of the door.

it’s quiet again. except for the wet slap of skin on skin…  the filthy rhythm of you being taken apart piece by piece…  

you feel so lewd, the dirty squelching echoing off the walls of his office making you even more shamelessly wet. 

your pussy clenches violently, pulsing as you gush over him, squirting your liquid all over; coating his thighs, dripping onto the floor… some even arcing up to stain his bulletin board. his "self portrait" is soaked in your essence now—ruined by your pleasure.

and still, he doesn’t stop. his hand stays between your legs, gently rubbing circles over your swollen clit through the aftershocks.

“haaah… yeah, that’s it sweetheart. your pussy’s leakin’ all over me.”

your pussy is still fluttering from the intense pleasure when he suddenly pulls out, leaving you feeling empty. 

you whimper, the sudden emptiness making you ache—only for it to vanish a heartbeat later as he presses you down onto his desk, papers sliding everywhere and pens clattering to the floor,  but neither of you care.

in one smooth thrust, he’s back inside, grunting at your tight heat adjusting to his girth again.

you try to keep your legs open for him like a good girl, but they tremble too hard to stay apart. with no patience left, he can't help but exert a bit more control, forcing them wider apart to accommodate his size. 

overstimulated and raw from the high just moments ago, you squirm helplessly beneath him.

“t-too much! mr ashveil—it’s too much!”  

he smirks down at you, sweat-damp hair falling over his brow. 

“too much? weren’t you begging for me to ‘fill you up’ earlier?”

he turns up the pace—deep thrusts that make your breasts bounce with each snap of his hips. one particularly rough thrust makes you cry out and rake your nails down his back, leaving red trails.

his mouth latches onto one of your nipples in response, sucking hard while his fingers twist and pull at the other. his tongue swirls tight circles around the peak before biting down just enough to make you yelp. 

“drench my cock more, c’mon darling i know you got it.”

as if his words were law, the coil inside you snaps a second time. you see stars while your walls clench around him as another wave crashes through. 

and just like that, he’s coming too—hot and pulsing deep inside as he fills you up to the brim.

you milk him greedily with every flutter of your pussy until white ropes begin to seep from your swollen slit, dripping slowly down the curve of your ass… and onto the scattered papers beneath.

eventually, your breathing returns to normal. he pulls out—his eyes dropping to the evidence of your activities slowly leaking out onto the desk, making a mess on the floor.

“i hope you realize,” he says, voice low, “you just cost me a very important commission.”

you blink up at him, still disoriented—wondering what he's getting at. 

"surely, you'll come back to make up for it, right?"

you can only offer a meek nod at his suggestive words.

(you’ll definitely be visiting the ashen detective agency often now that your pussy craves the satisfaction of being completely filled up and claimed by him.)

on everyone's life we all goon to ashveil.

[hermusicpersona]

Giyuu looked like this during a whole all-out war and ppl wonder why not even Kokushibo final form would be able to pull us off of him

[diamondocean001]

Hey 💗👑

Could you possibly do a scenario where Yoriichi eats fem reader out and she squirts on his face

thanks for ur time ⭐️

Sure Anon

MDNI

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NSFW

"Sh-Shit-"

You pulled him even closer, your grip on his hair tightening as his tongue delved between your folds.

Such a perfect man your boyfriend is.

Yoriichi has always had a tendency to worship your body, like a monk would do a goddess. He loved it.

Your moans only fueled his hunger for you, his pace increasing, making you see white.

You hurled towards the edge, faster than any orgasm you've ever felt.

Your moans grew louder until you couldn't hold back anymore, your orgasm crashing down on you in a tsunami of pleasure.

Yoriichi groaned, deep and guttural when you squirted over his face, coating him in your essence.

"Oh, good girl. My good, perfect girl."

Looking down at him granted you the sexiest sight you've seen. Yoriichi with his hair dishevelled, face covered in you and your essence.

"Fuck, Yori. You're amazing."

"No more than you, sunshine."

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I know it's short, but I hope you like it

[cosmicn3ptune]

Yoriichi Tsugikuni NSFW Headcanons ♡

Genre: Smut / NSFW

CW: Praise kink, breeding kink, pregnancy

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Yoriichi is a simple man with simple needs: to ensure that his beloved is living a satisfactory life.

He will always make sure to put your happiness and pleasure over his own, making him the ideal service top. No matter how aroused he is, Yoriichi is sure to make you orgasm first.

He was quite shy asking for sex at first because not only was he inexperienced, he didn't want to burden you.

Even after being together for a while Yoriichi still had trouble expressing his desire for you. His actions to get you in the mood were always so subtle to the point where it'd just be straight up confusing.

He'd sort of just stare at you up and down hoping that you'd get the hint and initiate something. Either that or he'd tower over you, which could get pretty intimidating considering his height.

It really isn't his fault, though! He's never done anything beyond innocent physical affection and kissing before meeting you.

Nonetheless, he learned very quick. It's no surprise as he was instantaneously talented in almost everything he tried since he was a child.

While anything that makes you feel good brings him joy, his favorite thing to do is to eat you out with your knees forced against your chest, his big hands holding your thighs back and apart.

Yoriichi desperately wants you to praise him, caress his hair and tell him how good he's doing. He's not the type to air out his kinks but it's painfully obvious he has a thing for praise.

He assumes that since he enjoys it, you should enjoy it too. Yoriichi may be quiet but he'll often compliment you, voice barely above a whisper as he gently kisses down your jaw.

Yoriichi is definitely a big tummy guy. He'll cuddle into your stomach like a pillow and pepper kisses down to your hips.

He's really quite vanilla (sorry guys) but he does have a thing for breeding.

He always knew he wanted a nice, big family with lot's of kids. Yoriichi is positive he can provide for one, as well. He understands it's his sworn duty to protect you and your children.

He'd never force you into it, but there's a certain way his eyes light up when you ask him to come in you that's just undeniably sweet.

That being said, his favorite position is a mating press where he can hold your hand and ensure that you will carry his children.

Sometimes Yoriichi can forget his strength and you'll wake up with bruises from where his fingers were held against you. He'll apologize profusely and make sure to kiss them better. He feels awful for hurting you even if it was on accident so you'll have to reassure him that it's okay.

On the flip side, he doesn't really care if you're rather rough with him. He's a powerful swordsman so nothing ever really hurts. In fact, he'll encourage you to pull on his hair and leave deep, purple lovebites all over his neck.

Sometimes he forgets they're there and just goes out into public with his hickeys on full display. It's not like he minds though, he enjoys the fact that others know his devotion to you.

Yoriichi's aftercare is seriously the best. He cuddles you and presses kisses to all the bruises he left, his hand cupping your cheek and lovingly looking into your eyes.

If you have trouble walking the next day, (which is likely) he'll eagerly assist you by either letting you lean onto him or just simply picking you up. He's strong enough to carry you everywhere without tiring.

If he does manage to get you pregnant, Yoriichi will spend every single day by your side attending to your needs. He hates having to leave you alone so he's never gone for long. He may look like a big, scary guy, but to you he's simply the love of your life.

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Hey could you tell I really really really like Yoriichi? Anywho, work has seriously been punching me in the gut so I apologize for my slow updates. I hope you've all had a nice day and that you enjoy these headcanons! <3

[tacticalanklenuzzler3000]

KNY Kinks Pt 2

🔞+18 ONLY MDNI🔞

I'm trynna freak it fr :/

cw: AFAB!reader, fingering, cunnilingus, group sex, public sex, roleplay, allusions to pet play, voyeurism/exhibitionism, allusions to pregnancy, breeding, idk if I need to include more but lemme know

Mitsuri

Stretching- like master like tsuguko! loves to show you all the positions the 2 of you could be in together. she loves a good jackhammer! isnt opposed to using objects to help you into positions either. a pillow, a chase lounge, a well placed boulder to bend over or perhaps even a floor table. so many options for either of you to bend over, so many places to eat pussy. what a good life ♡

Sensory Play- wants to try it all. a little pain a little pleasure. loves feeling soft things like furs and wools over her body, especially if it's after something like an open handed spank to her soft thighs. sensory play obviously includes sensory deprivation. blindfolds, ear plugs, will even dabble in restraints like Obanai. when you take away one sense, so many others are amplified. the anticipation makes her giddy. (likes to eat food blindfolded sometimes. its a little thrill just for funsies).

Roleplay- Mitsuri lovvesss a good story especially when shes part of it. you're the doctor and shes the patient. shes the lady of the house and you the housekeeper. you meet at the local market as "strangers" looking for a one night stand. shopping for outfits that fit into a future scene is like a form of foreplay!

Haganezuka

Silent Treatment- Hotaru is really good at ignoring you totally by accident. he get fully absorbed into whatever hes doing. he literally lost his eye just to finish a sword. like this is a man with dedication and maybe ADHD.. while he gives you the silent treatment on accident, he goes crazy when you do it to him on purpose. does anything to get your attention! he nuzzles his face deep into your neck, grinding against you like a needy dog.

Voyeurism- Freak man who watches you bathe or lounge in a hot spring. pretend like you dont notice him (see: silent treatment!) and be while moan quietly from behind his mask, using one hand to stroke his weeping cock. peeping tom a Lil bit tbh. he'll leave for days to deliver a repaired sword and when he comes back he doesnt immediately pull you into his arms but rather he slinks quietly around, hoping to catch you mid-dress.

Inspection Play- youre a show dog and hes making sure you feed breed qualifications. he loves telling you how beautiful your hair is, how nice you smell, how perfect your body is. spreads your cunt open with his fingers and rambles about how good you taste, how good you feel around his tongue. Haganezuka loves he specifics of things. Will notice small changes you make and compliment them. he would notice if you gained an extra freckle and how many centimeters it is away from your nose just because he stares at you all the time 🥺

Yoriichi

Hand Holding- hes such a loverboy fr. vanilla in all the right ways. feels like his whole purpose in life is to make you the happiest you've ever been. wants to feel your fingers between his, your nails lightly pressing into the tops of his hands. every position is hand holding position. from behind? his palm over the top of your hand. you on top? one hand guiding your hip, the other gripping your hand that's on his chest. brings your hands to his face, kissing your fingers and up your arms as part of aftercare.

Full Body Touching- idk how else to phrase this besides like, he wants to be in your skin. he accidentally smothers you, especially in any missionary or missionary adjacent positions. all 6'3 of him is trying to be as close as the cosmos will allow. his face in your neck, his arms fully around your body. I hope you like being squeezed. you dont think there is an inch of you that has gone untouched by him.

Breeding/Creampies/Cockwarming- not even really in a lewd way, he just needs a family. his entire body yearns for it. he doesnt say anything about needing to keep his seed in you, but he does prop your hips upon a pillow. no pillows available? well isnt that just a travesty. he supposes he'll just have to keep it all inside with his cock. hes already twitching for another round anyway!

Shinjuro

Dom/Sub Dynamis- surprisingly he is a switch, but leans towards a service dom. shinjuro has kind of lost his way in the world so he finds it between your thighs. very set on your pleasure almost to a fault. not so much he will neglect his own, but the fault of you becoming so overstimulated that youre trying to move away from him. trying is the key word here. you sre not succeeding in getting away. those well trained arms have you locked where he wants you.

Biting- Oops all bites! youre covered in them from ear tips to your calves. shinjuro is like a wild animal, sinking his teeth into your plush thighs until there's an indent. hes pretty good at finding just the right pressure to leave a mark but not cause too much pain. shinjuro likes just enough of a pinch for you to whimper and grip his shoulders a little tighter. you've banned him from kissing anything but your cheeks in public because of his little biting habit. a quick peck on the lips turns heated once he nips at your lower lip.

Jewelery- being from a well off family and being a retired hashira, Shinjuro has some money to spend. since hes spending way less on alcohol now that youre around, he finds another habit.. adorning you with things he likes, in particular jewelery. loves to see your wrists sparkling with silvers and golds, rings stacked on the fingers that trace his muscles, earrings that he'll gently bite and tug at, beautiful necklaces that he'll out his own pearl necklace over.

Tengen

Group Sex- it's kind of a given. like putting it here even feels like cheating since its such an obvious pick. eiffel towers, trains, spit roasting, cucking, casual orgy, if its a group activity you can sign him up! Makio and Hinatsuru will tie him up often just so he has to sit and you and Suma kiss, pet and finger each other. of course he could break thru the restraints, he is still a hashira, but he plays along well. tengen has only broken the restraints 2 times. once was totally by accident and once was because the 4 of you had teased him for a minute too long.

Public Sex- Sort of related to group sex in a way. he won't go as far as bending you over in the middle of the training grounds, but hes never opposed to bending one of his partners over in the kitchen of their home. with 5 ppl in one home someone is bound to find him and one of his partners in a compromising position. but it just makes the experience even more fun for him. he flaunts his body to the watcher, whoever that may be, you, Makio, Kyojuro, really thr list could go on. encourages said watcher to participate, even if its only getting themselves off while they watch.

Fighting as Foreplay- So many ppl in one house, an argument is bound to happen every now and again. youre only human. but unfortunately, Tengen is human and also very attracted to all of his significant others. hes especially attracted to them if they have that scowl on their face and that sassy tilt in their voice. Tengen doesnt believe sex and kissing his partners will fix eeeeverything but.. yknow it doesnt hurt to try. or so he says as he's directing attention away from the root of the argument to kissing each of you. he tries not to do it if the argument is based in something too serious, but that doesnt mean hes not thinking about it

Shinobu

Pillow Princess- shes only bordering on the line of ok. she's not fully in the pillow princess category, but my god she just wants to relax for once. she holds it together with a wish and a prayer and by the time she gets into bed with you she cant anymore. sue a girl who likes to be pampered a little bit. she instructs you how she likes it in that whispering tone and she only says it once. use your middle and ring finger to press just behind her clit and she bites her tongue.

Orgasm Denial- Kocho loves edging. so much that it starts to teeter on masochistic. the only time she cant control her tears, feeling them roll down her pink cheeks is when shes an hour in and she still doesn't want to cum. her body is sweating shes panting and her hips are twitching to follow your fingers on her clit. you pull away fully and she almost cries through her laugh.

Cunnilingus- this seems like a given, but kocho really loves it. you look so in love when your mouth is latched to her cunt. look up at her and she'll praise you, telling you how good your tongue feels and how cute you look with your nose bumping at her clit. she'll hold her legs up for you or if you're being extra good, she'll let you eat it from the back while she finishes up some work. Will happily kiss you and comment about how good she tastes on your tongue. ♡

read part 1 here U^ェ^U

[f0ofishies]

You were just a nice addition to the company's financial team. Either you were hired because of your pretty looks, or maybe you're just pleasing to the eyes. Now Giyuu Tomioka was having a hard time– that pretty face of yours was just so distracting to him. He was the finance leader, getting promoted just recently. . .

. . .But you were as dumb as can be. How? You were terrible at statistics. Seriously, why did the boss even hire you in the first place? That's why the team made you some free use. When someone needs some coffee? You'd be there in a jiffy with their preferred creamer or sugar or plain old black. Maybe, when they needed something to be copied over by the machine? You'd be in the copy room for hours to help with that.

The only one who never regarded you was the leader, Giyuu. He had a problem with you or something? You couldn't tell at all, you pursued your lips shut. He was explaining some new project the team was assigned. Honestly, the information went from one ear and out the other.

Your eyes looked up wide as giyuu's thumb slid against your lips. "Naughty baby.." Letting out a small grunt that escaped your lips, you unsubconciously nestled between his legs. "Giyuu– stop teasing.." You let out that whine. Back at the meeting room, but doors locked, everybody had left it left only you two in the tense atmosphere. He'd only ever notice you when he wanted to fuck.

"Eh? But you weren't even listening to my instructions, were you?" You shaked your head as you leaned your head out. "–I did, giyuu.." He harshly tilted your chin further. "Then tell me, why are you grinding me like a degenerate whore right now?" That was not a lie, you'd been quivering– your hole spasming at the slightest touch of that blucher shoes of his. The heel stimulates your drenched undies, so good you held back a moan.

"Mmm, can't help myself when I'm with you.." You reasoned, trying to get on his good side. The one that fucks you slowly and lovingly like you were so fragile to him, you would break in an instant. No. . no, he was looking at you with desire those lapis blue eyes staring down at you– you could literally climax in an instant.

"A fuckin' slut. . .recount what I just said, hm?" His voice went on a lower octave, fuckfuckfuck. You were going to lose it, "Yes well–" another subtle grind from you to his shoes. "You instructed us to calculate the sum of—" Your breath hitched as he had wrapped a hand around your throat, squeezing lightly. "Dumb.. dumb bunny, that isn't even correct.."

"What?" Then you felt it another squeeze— you'd be gasping for air right now, but the lightheaded as you were. You'd let out a hard breath, blinking. Giyuu was never this rough, not that you don't want.. no, you want it— it was just weird. "Get your fucking ass on the desk now."

Your tears were nonstop at this point, crying at this point. He'd been edging for how long? Fuck, it didn't matter anymore. The spanks, slaps, and spewing insults didn't matter. You needed his dick now. . ! Even with the way his spit rolled down on your sensitive nub without his fingers, there's no way you'd even fit half of it in.

"Shitt— it's not gonna fit if you don't relax..!" You really did try, but he was penetrating so rough– the pain and pleasure letting out your high-pitched moans bouncing the meeting room. He grabbed your face and then stared, both of you sharing a moment of bliss from his roughness. "Sweetheart, you gotta relax.. just spread your legs better.. 'Kay?"

"Hold your legs—agh.. fuckk you're tight just like last night?"

[chososrightnipple]

❝𝐤𝐧𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 + 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬❞

a/n: as usual, afab!body w/no gendered language. y'all i swear i'm back surely... i totally don't work five eight and a half hour shifts in a row after this... not at all.... anyway didn't include all of the hashira just because i don't want this to feel too overcrowded, might do a part two though if anyone wants a specific character. enjoy!

── დ ──

. *. ⋆ SANEMI SHINAZUGAWA

▸ face fucking. he loves taking his frustration out on your poor throat, especially after particularly drama filled hashira meetings. watching the way the spit dribbles past your lips and how your eyes roll into the back of your head so unashamedly.

▸ spit kink. he goes crazy for it fr. having you kneel in front of him as he takes ahold of your jaw. forcing your mouth open and instructing you to stick your tongue out before spitting. he moans so beautifully when you readily accept his gift and swallow.

▸ choking. he loves the feeling of wrapping his hands around your throat and squeezing, seeing how your cheeks redden. enjoying the choked gasps you struggle getting out with every thrust inside of you.

▸ degradation. he's got a mouth on him, that's for sure. insults upon insults thrown at you, practically babbling about how much you're a dirty whore- his dirty whore- the closer he gets to his orgasm.

▸ brat taming. breaking you down until your nothing but a shivering mess. you always just have to give him attitude, don't you? running your mouth until he's forced to put you back in your place.

. *. ⋆ GIYUU TOMIOKA

▸ hair puling. both giving and receiving. shamelessly moaning anytime your fingers brush against his scalp, yanking at the hair while his tongue licks at your trembling walls.

▸ body worship. he's so fucking in love with you and that's especially in the bedroom. he spends hours memorizing your body, trailing your curves, kissing at the dips in your skin. all before he even thinks of fucking you.

▸ bondage. intricately tying your wrists and ankles to bedposts, the roughness of the rope scratching at your skin with every pull. he'll stand above you for a few seconds after, just watching how you squirm against the restraints.

▸ cock warming. sometimes he's just so bone tired from it all. he just needs to feel you, nothing more. sitting you on his lap and sinking his cock into your welcoming walls. face burying into your neck and savoring the feeling.

▸ sensory deprivation. goes kind of hand in hand with his love of tying you up. he has an extensive collection of silk ribbons, in all kinds of colors, that he'll have you model for him later that night.

. *. ⋆TENGEN UZUI

▸semi-public. he's so daring with it, really. when he wants you, he wants you, and he's not ashamed of that. fucking you in too small closets as maids at the butterfly mansion pass by, or on the top of a roof where nightlife bustles below.

▸ size kink. he's fucking huge, towering over you in every sense of the word. seeing how your lips struggle stretching around his cock or how small your hand is compared to his- it drives him absolutely insane.

▸ breeding. my god please don't get me started on this.., he wants to cum inside of you so bad, anytime and every time he fucks you. thinking of how sexy you'd look all round with his baby!!

▸ humiliation. just like sanemi, this man has a mouth on him. seeing how your cheeks redden and you stutter anytime he calls you out on being such a whore for him- it's adorable, he just can't help it.

▸ orgasm denial. such a tease with it, too. lets you think he's gonna let you cum this time around, only to pull completely away from your skin as soon as your on that edge. cooing at how you cry at him, apologizing for being so mean, even if he doesn't really mean it.

. *. ⋆KYUOJURO RENGOKU

▸ breeding. best friends think alike, right? pls just make this man a daddy already. he's so desperate for it. rutting inside of you for the third time in a night, all to cum inside your pretty pussy.

▸ cunnilingus. oh, he is such a big pussy eater. sometimes it's just so much with him. large arms wrapping around the thighs that squeeze either side of his head, lapping at your pussy like it's his last meal and he's a man starved.

▸ eye contact. grabbing at your jaw, forcing your gaze to his, instructing you to keep it there. he's eyes are so intense, so fiery. boring into you with every thrust inside- taking in the dilation of your pupils and the flutter of your pretty eyelashes.

▸ overstimulation. most times he doesn't even mean to do it, y'know? you just feel so good, and he's chasing that high over and over again until you're jelly in his arms, feeling pleasure so painfully.

▸ dry humping. his favorite foreplay. the atmosphere thick as you both huddle close, grinding and frotting against each other. anything for friction. until he gets so desperate for your touch that he's ripping your clothes off right then and there.

[chososrightnipple]

❝𝐤𝐧𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 + 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬❞

a/n: as usual, afab!body w/no gendered language. y'all i swear i'm back surely... i totally don't work five eight and a half hour shifts in a row after this... not at all.... anyway didn't include all of the hashira just because i don't want this to feel too overcrowded, might do a part two though if anyone wants a specific character. enjoy!

── დ ──

. *. ⋆ SANEMI SHINAZUGAWA

▸ face fucking. he loves taking his frustration out on your poor throat, especially after particularly drama filled hashira meetings. watching the way the spit dribbles past your lips and how your eyes roll into the back of your head so unashamedly.

▸ spit kink. he goes crazy for it fr. having you kneel in front of him as he takes ahold of your jaw. forcing your mouth open and instructing you to stick your tongue out before spitting. he moans so beautifully when you readily accept his gift and swallow.

▸ choking. he loves the feeling of wrapping his hands around your throat and squeezing, seeing how your cheeks redden. enjoying the choked gasps you struggle getting out with every thrust inside of you.

▸ degradation. he's got a mouth on him, that's for sure. insults upon insults thrown at you, practically babbling about how much you're a dirty whore- his dirty whore- the closer he gets to his orgasm.

▸ brat taming. breaking you down until your nothing but a shivering mess. you always just have to give him attitude, don't you? running your mouth until he's forced to put you back in your place.

. *. ⋆ GIYUU TOMIOKA

▸ hair puling. both giving and receiving. shamelessly moaning anytime your fingers brush against his scalp, yanking at the hair while his tongue licks at your trembling walls.

▸ body worship. he's so fucking in love with you and that's especially in the bedroom. he spends hours memorizing your body, trailing your curves, kissing at the dips in your skin. all before he even thinks of fucking you.

▸ bondage. intricately tying your wrists and ankles to bedposts, the roughness of the rope scratching at your skin with every pull. he'll stand above you for a few seconds after, just watching how you squirm against the restraints.

▸ cock warming. sometimes he's just so bone tired from it all. he just needs to feel you, nothing more. sitting you on his lap and sinking his cock into your welcoming walls. face burying into your neck and savoring the feeling.

▸ sensory deprivation. goes kind of hand in hand with his love of tying you up. he has an extensive collection of silk ribbons, in all kinds of colors, that he'll have you model for him later that night.

. *. ⋆TENGEN UZUI

▸semi-public. he's so daring with it, really. when he wants you, he wants you, and he's not ashamed of that. fucking you in too small closets as maids at the butterfly mansion pass by, or on the top of a roof where nightlife bustles below.

▸ size kink. he's fucking huge, towering over you in every sense of the word. seeing how your lips struggle stretching around his cock or how small your hand is compared to his- it drives him absolutely insane.

▸ breeding. my god please don't get me started on this.., he wants to cum inside of you so bad, anytime and every time he fucks you. thinking of how sexy you'd look all round with his baby!!

▸ humiliation. just like sanemi, this man has a mouth on him. seeing how your cheeks redden and you stutter anytime he calls you out on being such a whore for him- it's adorable, he just can't help it.

▸ orgasm denial. such a tease with it, too. lets you think he's gonna let you cum this time around, only to pull completely away from your skin as soon as your on that edge. cooing at how you cry at him, apologizing for being so mean, even if he doesn't really mean it.

. *. ⋆KYUOJURO RENGOKU

▸ breeding. best friends think alike, right? pls just make this man a daddy already. he's so desperate for it. rutting inside of you for the third time in a night, all to cum inside your pretty pussy.

▸ cunnilingus. oh, he is such a big pussy eater. sometimes it's just so much with him. large arms wrapping around the thighs that squeeze either side of his head, lapping at your pussy like it's his last meal and he's a man starved.

▸ eye contact. grabbing at your jaw, forcing your gaze to his, instructing you to keep it there. he's eyes are so intense, so fiery. boring into you with every thrust inside- taking in the dilation of your pupils and the flutter of your pretty eyelashes.

▸ overstimulation. most times he doesn't even mean to do it, y'know? you just feel so good, and he's chasing that high over and over again until you're jelly in his arms, feeling pleasure so painfully.

▸ dry humping. his favorite foreplay. the atmosphere thick as you both huddle close, grinding and frotting against each other. anything for friction. until he gets so desperate for your touch that he's ripping your clothes off right then and there.

[lcttetwirl]

tw : smut , oral f!recieving

author's note : guys omg this is my first time writing smut / a fanfic in general aljssdj i hope u like it :p also the all lowercase is intentional !!

you sat on the edge of the pool, the warm steam rising from the water, giving you respite from the cold settled over the area. giyuu had his hands on your thighs, prying them apart to reveal your wet cunt. he positioned his head between your legs, looking up one last time to see your soft nod, before licking your pussy in a long swipe of his tongue.

"f-fuck.. giyuu-" you moaned.

his nose bumped against your clit, as he plunged his tongue into your hole. feeling your velvet walls clench around him, he let out a soft groan, his warm breath on your cunt.

his fingers replaced his wet, warm tongue which was caressing your folds, making you squirm around him as a warm tingle of pleasure beat through your clit.

he ate you out like a man starving, nipping and sucking at your swollen clit, fingers pumping at an unforgiving pace into your heat.

he held tightly onto your hips, as if they were the only thing keeping him grounded, keeping him from floating off to heaven.

you covered your mouth, not letting any noise escape your mouth, incase someone heard you. giyuu looked up at you, using his other hand to remove yours from your face. he wanted to hear you, wanted to see how good he made you feel.

you whined and squirmed around him, the coil in your stomach tightening.

"i- i'm gonna-" you started, voice shaking with the intensity of the moment, "-gonna c-cum.. giyuu-"

giyuu groaned into your heat, giving a soft nod as you let yourself go

you moaned loud as you reached your release, warm juices spilling out and onto his face, making a huge mess. you panted loudly, recovering from your high.

he raised his head, tongue licking up the evidence of your orgams from his face

"did i make you feel good, sweetheart?"

[squishiee]

𝓐𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓗𝓸𝓽 𝓢𝓹𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓦/ 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓜𝓪𝓵𝓮 𝓗𝓪𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓻𝓪𝓼 𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝑰

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔: 𝑮𝒊𝒚𝒖 𝑻𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒐𝒌𝒂, 𝑲𝒚𝒐𝒋𝒖𝒓𝒐 𝑹𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒐𝒌𝒖 + 𝑻𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒏 𝑼𝒛𝒖𝒊

𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: 𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒙𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒃𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒕 𝒔𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝑯𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒂 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒃𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍.

𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: 𝑺𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝑺𝒖𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆, 𝑺𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝑭𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 + 𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾 𝑨𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅!

𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝑰𝑰

𝑮𝒊𝒚𝒖 𝑻𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒐𝒌𝒂

𝑺𝑭𝑾:

His face immediately goes redder, the steam of the hot springs disguising it slightly as if he were just warm. Giyu stays silent, as he was quite surprised to find you still here.

As you sigh happily, relaxing into the steaming water, you finally notice your fellow Hashira and give him that signature cute smile of yours, which never fails to make Giyu’s heart stammer.

“Giyu! Sorry, am I intruding on your bath time?” You asked while making your way towards him; it was almost comical how shy the man had gotten once you got closer.

Not wanting him to feel uncomfortable, you were about to leave until he shook his head after seemingly collecting his cool. “No, it’s fine. You had a long day; I don’t mind you staying.”

You smiled at this and thanked him, causing the water pillar to look away in an effort to not further fluster himself around you. 

While relaxing with him, he’d steal a couple of glances at you, admiring your calm features, your damp hair, and your flushed cheeks.

You decided to make some small talk where you asked him how his day was, which then led to both of you chatting with one another.

Sighing happily, you decided it was time to wash up and jokingly offered Giyu if he wanted to join, and to your surprise, he did.

Stepping into the wash area, he tries to act like he isn’t surprised or flustered, but with the warmth spreading across his cheeks and his half-lidded eyes as he watches you rinse off the soap, it's pretty damn obvious.

Seeing that he was a bit nervous, you decided to ask him to wash your hair. He’s happy to oblige and enjoys how adorable you are with him.

If you enjoy humming/singing in the shower, he will happily listen to your voice and will sometimes hum along with you while scrubbing your back.

When washing his hair, he likes when you’re in front of him since he gets to put his hands on your waist as you do so. He just likes holding you, y’know? <3

While you're soaking under the water, he likes resting his chin on either your shoulder or head while wrapping his arms around you; he finds it rather calming.

Please kiss him while he holds you; he’ll give you a sly smile before kissing you back. 𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾:

While scrubbing his back, he feels himself harden at your touch. Giyu hated himself for that, for thinking such sinfully dirty thoughts about you.

He shuts his eyes to concentrate, brows furrowed as he hopes his towel covers his aching cock.

He thanks God that he isn’t facing you; if not, he’d consider drowning himself in the water LMAO.

Desperately tries shaking away the thoughts of just pushing you up against the edge of the hot spring and grinding his cock against your slick folds.

He then shudders when he hears your sweet voice tease him while your hands dip down to grasp his cock. All hard and throbbing from being neglected.

“Want me to wash here, Giyu?” He couldn’t help but nod, and that’s where he found himself, sitting on the edge of the hot spring with you between his thighs.

His dark blue eyes were half-lidded, his breath hollow as he watched your soft lips kiss and tease his cock head.

Your tongue swirling around his pretty tip and making sure he’s all “clean.” 

He’s so enthralled by the sight he didn’t even notice his hand gripping your hair and guiding your head to go deeper.

You happily sucked him off, your hand grasping his balls lightly to encourage him to cum. Lifting his hips a bit as he fucked your face, he let out a whine.

Surely you felt like your ears were tricking you, but God, hearing a man so quiet yet sounding so needy was such a beautiful sound.

You pulled away from his cock and jerked him off, his hot seed spilling onto your tits and hand. Giyu gasped for air, and you swear you saw tiny hearts in his eyes.

You could only giggle as you watched his cock harden again after he saw you scoop some of his cum with a dainty finger and taste it.

“Since you got me dirty, I think it’s your turn to clean me.” You hum as you sit on the edge of the spring, spreading your legs to show your arousal.

 Of course he’d happily return the favour, dipping down between your thighs and dragging his hot tongue against your slit. <3

𝑲𝒚𝒐𝒋𝒖𝒓𝒐 𝑹𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒐𝒌𝒖

𝑺𝑭𝑾:

Both you and Kyojuro often paired up together during missions, and after one exhausting journey, the two of you find yourselves staying at a village’s hot spring.

You were already soaking in the water, your back pressed against the stone edge while relaxing. Your shoulders and back aching from being thrown around by a demon.

Moments later you hear a few footsteps approaching you; it was Kyojuro looking at you with his fiery eyes and his usual smile.

You’ve always wondered how he managed to stay upbeat even after tiring himself out during missions but was happy he was in a good mood.

You offered him to sit beside you, and he gladly accepted it, his broad shoulder pressed against you while you relaxed once again.

Oh, how pretty you looked, Kyojuro thought. The faint blush on your face due to the steam of the room made the fire pillar himself get a bit hotter too.

He’d always admired how beautiful you looked; even when you were tired, he couldn’t help but enjoy the sight, a warm feeling tugging at his chest.

Kyojuro watches as you roll your shoulders, wincing a bit. You swear you saw his lips twitch into a frown as he saw you in pain; oh, how the man cared for you.

“(Y/N), let me help you.” Kyojuro offers to massage your back, which you can't deny. As your back faces him, he brings his hands to your shoulders, rubbing them nicely.

His hands skillfully press against your aching muscles in your back and shoulders. He wanted you to feel good; you’ve helped him greatly during the mission, and this was the least he could do to ease your pain.

“Feels good, Kyo…” You mumble, and the fire pillar’s face burns brighter than his breathing technique. Oh, how he loved it whenever you called him that, so sweet with that voice of yours.

As the massage continued, he offered to help wash your back, and he happily took care of you. Carefully guiding the soap along your skin. 

His hands were rough from the calluses from all his training, yet his touch was gentle, wanting to comfort you from the stress of the day.

“Relax, (Y/N). You deserve it.” He’d say softly as he caressed and washed you delicately, eyes noting how good you were at holding up after such a long mission.

𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾:

As he continues to massage you, he feels his hands slowly moving down to your hips, giving you a soft squeeze as he brushes his lips to your shoulder.

“(Y/N)…” He’d mumble as he guides his hand to your wet core, rubbing your puffy clit as his other hand gropes your breast. “Let me take care of you…”

As you relax against him, you feel his skilled fingers teasing and brushing against your folds. “So delicate…” He’d mumble while kissing your neck.

Your pleasure was his pleasure; every moan and whimper coming from your lips made his heart aflame and his cock throb.

He then slips a finger inside you; he groans a bit at how warm and wet you are, so flattered and proud of how he is making you feel with just his fingers.

His other hand gropes your tit, rolling the sensitive bud while his other hand focuses on pumping his fingers inside you.

With every thrust of his thick fingers, you could feel the slow grind of his hips, his now leaking cock throbbing against your ass.

Being the sweet Hashira he is, he didn’t care for his own needs, only seeking your pleasure as he continued to play with your slick pussy, his fingers coated with your essence.

He definitely makes a mental note to eat you out properly later, wanting your sweetness to coat his tongue and chin.

As you get closer to your orgasm, he’d lean his head down to kiss you, his mouth swallowing up your delightful moans.

As you cum, he’d rub your clit lovingly, wanting to comfort you from your high as he rubs his nose against the crook of your neck. “Good job, you did so well today.”

𝑻𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒏 𝑼𝒛𝒖𝒊

𝑺𝑭𝑾: 

Oh, this man is living for it—hot springs and you? He’s in his element.

Loves watching you relax—he finds it incredibly attractive when you let your guard down around him.

He has so much respect for you as a Hashira, and seeing you relax tugs at his heartstrings a bit since he knows how much effort you put into your work.

After joining you in the water, he’ll immediately stretch, flex, and make sure you see how flashy he looks before teasing, “Enjoying the view?” He’d ask with a shit-eating grin.

When he catches you getting flustered, he’ll be all over you, teasing you about how you should get a closer look.

He definitely suggests a massage, offering to rub your shoulders. But when his hands move lower, he gives a cheeky grin and chuckles, “Oops, my hands slipped.”

Despite his teasing, he does want you to relax; his hands smooth out any knots and aches in your neck and back, massaging out the soreness from the day.

But don’t expect the massage to be for free, though; this man will then plop down in front of you and ask you to return the favour.

He’d groan and relax against your touch, and the things he says can either be used for asking for a massage or dirty scenarios.

“Shit… That feels good; squeeze a bit harder.” He’d groan, tilting his head to the side as you smooth out the knot near his shoulders and neck. See, he meant his shoulders, LMAO.

He does appreciate your touch greatly, though; your soft hands in contrast to his hard muscles felt just too perfect.

He might get a bit sleepy and lean back just a bit, so be careful, or this 6’6 giant might topple you over.

“Mm… Thank you, (Y/N)… You know, you’d make a great wife.” He’d mumble as he relaxes beside you after the massage.

𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾:

After realizing what he said, Tengen would look at you, and it was either what he said or the steam of the hot springs that had gotten you all flushed. Just seeing you that way got him thinking about what it would be like to make you flush in a different way… That’s where you find yourself holding onto the edge of the hot spring; you’re bent over and SMACK! You feel a sharp slap against your bottom. Tengen smirks as he hears your struggle to keep your voice down; his hands grip onto your hips, and you hear the water splash a bit behind you as he gets in position, his face next to your heat. “You’re dripping, so beautiful.” He’d say, almost just to himself, before he leans in, his nose brushing against your slick while his lips wrap around your clit. As you cover your mouth with your hands, hoping to not catch any unwanted attention, that doesn’t stop the sound of Tengen’s own moans. “Mmph... tastes so sweet.” He’d groan against your core as he continues to eat your pussy from behind, his grip on your hips still strong and tight, not giving you any chance to slip away from him.

After lapping his tongue along your folds one last time, he stood up; his impatient body towered over you. Grabbing you by the waist firmly you looked over your shoulder to catch a glimpse of him, his body chiseled with strong muscles and you felt yourself drool a bit as you saw some water dripping down his body. He grabbed the base of his cock, all thick with some heavy balls that you know will slap against your clit. Giving it a few pumps he rubs his tip against your folds. He groans as he pushes in, his cock filling your pussy up perfectly. He gives you a moment to adjust to his size as he leans down to kiss your neck and cup your breast. “So goddamn perfect..” He’d mumble before rutting into you, his cock deliciously hitting your sweet spot and his heavy balls slapping against your clit. With every thrust of his strong hips you felt yourself nearing the edge, your pussy tightening up and getting slicker around his thick cock.

After coming down from both of your highs, he’d pull out of you slowly, and despite rocking your world just a moment ago, he’d gently help you clean up.

(hi guys.... I'm back after like...almost a year or so..IM ALIVE, I know I keep saying I'll post more but I've been getting really busy, but I do wish to post more, I might start posting again if I feel like it but yeah. hopefully this writing was good, it was kind of some late night imagines stuff. I hope to finish up some requests soon so thank you for everyone's patience! ILY!)

[powderedmochi]

Punishment

Giyuu Tomioka x reader smut

warnings: giyuu's fine self

author's note: short one today but it's better than nothing!

word count: 481

Your vision went fuzzy, eyes rolling back from the pure ecstasy as he pulled yet another orgasm from your shaking body. Your limbs felt like they were on fire, doing nothing but holding yourself up. Another wave of pleasure came from your pussy, clit all puffy and swollen from his tongue. Rolling little circles around your bud while you moan out for him to “please please stop, too much-”

But it's your fault really, you maybe sorta kinda MIGHT HAVE called him an 'old man' because he was complaining of his back hurting after training. Now you have to reap the benefits - consequences of your actions. 

Gripping your thighs, his head is wedged between them. Making a creamy mess between his mouth and your pussy that is trying so hard to get away. One thing about Giyuu Tomioka- he will not relent when you have a punishment. 

You think it’s all fun and games until he doesn’t stop to let you recover from your orgasms. No time to apologize for what you said either. He’s immediately pinning you down for what you did and there’s no going back. 

“W-was just kidding Giyuu, didn’t mean it.”

He locks his eyes with you, smiling while he hums against your sensitive bundle of nerves. He takes his teeth and grazes them around you, nipping and licking while you jerk your body back. 

Giyuu sets his head to rest on top of your thigh. He clicks his tongue in disappointment. “What happened baby? Thought I was an old man, can you not take it?” 

“Mm sorry Giyuu.” you whine and try to catch your breath at the same time. 

“Don’t think this old man is done with you yet.” He shoves a pillow under your tired body to prop you up. He slides himself into your messy hole as you just can’t help but clench around him. 

Your eyes roll back at the new sensation, the rhythmic motion mixed with him hitting so deep into your cunt in just the right spots. He grabs your legs and hoists them over his head to get better access to you.

“Giyuu- ha- can’t last- muchh longer.” You lay there watching his abs glisten with a sweaty sheen from fucking you so good. 

 “Sucha’- good fuckin- girl.” he praised, thrusts getting sloppy but still unrelenting as he pushes his way into you. His breathing falters and he whines so needy for you, shooting ropes of cum into your pussy. 

You groaned, body finally giving out and relaxing into the sheets under you. Giyuu collapses onto your chest, heaving into your skin. He lifts his head to give you a passionate kiss before resting his head on your chest again. 

You lay there for a moment, content. “Maybe I should call you an old man more often.” you jokingly say, stroking his hair. 

“Mhm don’t even think about it.”

[powderedmochi]

Punishment

Giyuu Tomioka x reader smut

warnings: giyuu's fine self

author's note: short one today but it's better than nothing!

word count: 481

Your vision went fuzzy, eyes rolling back from the pure ecstasy as he pulled yet another orgasm from your shaking body. Your limbs felt like they were on fire, doing nothing but holding yourself up. Another wave of pleasure came from your pussy, clit all puffy and swollen from his tongue. Rolling little circles around your bud while you moan out for him to “please please stop, too much-”

But it's your fault really, you maybe sorta kinda MIGHT HAVE called him an 'old man' because he was complaining of his back hurting after training. Now you have to reap the benefits - consequences of your actions. 

Gripping your thighs, his head is wedged between them. Making a creamy mess between his mouth and your pussy that is trying so hard to get away. One thing about Giyuu Tomioka- he will not relent when you have a punishment. 

You think it’s all fun and games until he doesn’t stop to let you recover from your orgasms. No time to apologize for what you said either. He’s immediately pinning you down for what you did and there’s no going back. 

“W-was just kidding Giyuu, didn’t mean it.”

He locks his eyes with you, smiling while he hums against your sensitive bundle of nerves. He takes his teeth and grazes them around you, nipping and licking while you jerk your body back. 

Giyuu sets his head to rest on top of your thigh. He clicks his tongue in disappointment. “What happened baby? Thought I was an old man, can you not take it?” 

“Mm sorry Giyuu.” you whine and try to catch your breath at the same time. 

“Don’t think this old man is done with you yet.” He shoves a pillow under your tired body to prop you up. He slides himself into your messy hole as you just can’t help but clench around him. 

Your eyes roll back at the new sensation, the rhythmic motion mixed with him hitting so deep into your cunt in just the right spots. He grabs your legs and hoists them over his head to get better access to you.

“Giyuu- ha- can’t last- muchh longer.” You lay there watching his abs glisten with a sweaty sheen from fucking you so good. 

 “Sucha’- good fuckin- girl.” he praised, thrusts getting sloppy but still unrelenting as he pushes his way into you. His breathing falters and he whines so needy for you, shooting ropes of cum into your pussy. 

You groaned, body finally giving out and relaxing into the sheets under you. Giyuu collapses onto your chest, heaving into your skin. He lifts his head to give you a passionate kiss before resting his head on your chest again. 

You lay there for a moment, content. “Maybe I should call you an old man more often.” you jokingly say, stroking his hair. 

“Mhm don’t even think about it.”

[candiyaa]

Heyy! Can you please do one with top 3 uppermoons plus muzan when they have to deal with you being moody and annoyed and deal with you throwing anything they give you and looking at them judge UNTIL you get a nap

ɪɴꜱᴜꜰꜰᴇʀᴀʙʟᴇ...!

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ : Upper Moons (1-3) + Muzan x fem! reader

ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ 愛 : Slight angst! Yearning and lovely Moons (or not...)

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒:

When you’re moody and irritated, throwing back anything they offer and glaring at them, the Upper Moons all react differently. Ranging from amused to annoyed to quietly observant. But no matter how they handle your attitude, everything settles the moment you finally fall asleep.

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 : My favorite piece so far! Enjoyy!!

You WILL NOT survive this post.

𝗠𝗨𝗭𝗔𝗡 𝗞𝗜𝗕𝗨𝗧𝗦𝗨𝗝𝗜 愛 :

You shoot him a glare.

"What now…?"

You don’t respond.

Oh, this is gonna be a long day, he thought…

Eyes tracking your every movement, every breath, every micro-expression.

They just NEVER leave you now that he knows he’s potentially "in trouble". 

Oh, you've got him stressed… because “What did I do this time ?”

"Are you experiencing that monthly phenomenon of-""

"Don’t say it."

"Tch…" 

He’s actually very lost. He debates whether to just leave you there until you calm down (knowing he’ll fail miserably ) or shut that mood himself. 

"I won’t repeat myself. You will stop at once. Throwing things is no used against me." 

He dodges two or three before his senses spike enough.

But then a plushie hits him square in the face and oh…

Those eyes turn a vibrant plum red.

Yeah... he’s annoyed now. 

In fast strides, too fast for you to even react, he's on you. Cornering you.

And before you know it, you’re pinned on the couch. 

Despite his obvious anger, you can feel his grip soften the moment he realizes the force he used while holding your wrists. 

As if he can’t bring himself to be anything but gentle whenever he touches you. 

His eyes bore into yours, that menacing glint yet softened by genuine confusion. 

"Stop." 

"No." 

*sigh* "This woman is going to kill me someday…" 

He's already seething.

"Explain then." 

"I won’t." 

"Tch… idiot! Then stop pestering me with your attitude. Humans require sleep, don’t they ? Use some." 

But perhaps you have a death wish...you throw him one last plushie.

SNAP.

He hit you with the back of his hand straight in the middle of the neck not enough to deliberatly hurt but enough to silence you for good.

And before you know it you're unconcious.

And with that he leaves you on the couch.

Only to return minutes later, finding you asleep on the couch, as he drapes a blanket lazily over you. 

"Insufferable…" 

"You love me though…"

"That word again...No. Sleep." 

He won't admit it but he slightly jolted at the sound of your voice. He swore you were asleep AND very much unconcious.

Ughh you have this man STRESSED.

How dangerous of a wife you got yourself here Muzan...

𝗞𝗢𝗞𝗨𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗕𝗢 愛 :

You pass by him and the atmosphere just feels different…

Kokushibo knows how to read the room, and that frown in your face is…unusual.

An anomaly even. 

"Is something troubling you…?" 

"No." 

Those six eyes narrow on you, not out of defiance but now he’s locked in. That answer was too direct and…cold.

And Kokushibo hates cold, now that you’ve shown him warmth simply by entering his life. 

He rises up and walks toward you. 

"Did I-"

WHACK. 

First pillow attack. 

*blink* 

"That was-"

WHACK.

"If you could please let me finish-"

He barely has the time to take another step closer to you that...

WHACKK 

"Cease."

Oh he’s upset.

"If you’re going to hit me, at least give me a reason why." 

He’s genuinely confused, wondering if he’s done something to upset you. Or if you’re just being... dangerously moody. 

Pillows just bounce off his chest, he doesn’t even budge.

"You need rest." 

"I do not." 

"You do." 

"I’m telling YOU I-"

"Rest. Otherwise I will put you to rest myself, if I must." 

Trust me he doesn't do empty threats, while none of them involve harm he has his ways.

"Are you threateing me now !??" 

"Perhaps indeed." 

You don’t even get the time to reply, before he’s thrown you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and is already heading to your room.

His presence is just so comforting when he settles next to you in bed that you can’t help but fall asleep. 

Little do you know that a bouquet of roses and your fav snacks are set on your desk for when you wake up. 

"Hopefully I will not get struck by those as well…" 

And poor bby he still doesn't know what he's done...

But he comes to the conclusion that there is no rational explanation.

𝗗𝗢𝗨𝗠𝗔 愛 :

You pass by him shooting him a deadly glare 

"Ooh upset~ ? May I know why ?"

His eyes glint with interest, if not mockery already.

"You see, I’m not a cult leader for nothing I’m a good listener I swear ! I’ll make a good therapist." 

That annoying smile doesn’t leave his face, those intense eyes fixed on you, as if trying to get a reaction out of you. 

But it’s a matter of time before that smile drops.

Not all at once, but gradually…even more dangerous. 

Because he realizes…you’re IGNORING him. 

And oh he hates that, he wants your attention in the morning like in the night, every hour, every minute. (shoutout to J.K)

He walks up to you and searches your gaze like a child commanding attention.

"Hmm that’s bad…did I really upset you this time ?~"  

He says that with that high pitched, half mocking, half confused tone.

The one where you can never tell if he’s being genuine or not. 

“I can buy you roses, spoon-feed you if you will. Now… look at me, will you?” 

You don’t, and you do it on purpose at that. 

And oh now he’s upset. But aching too. 

He turns your head toward him, not aggressive no, perhaps even reverently and just holds it there. 

"What is it I have done."  

But his expression is no longer cunning or smart. His eyes are bore into yours, he almost sounds…true, genuine, if not aching. 

And that’s where it starts, you grab the closest thing to you and…WHACK.

Straight in his face. 

*blink*  

"Was that necessary?"  

He lets you throw him whatever you want, it’s amusing to him. But once it gets boring he just…retaliates.

A single one plushie knocks you out.

Perhaps he forgot to mention, that one was infused in…a rather vicious ice.

He definitely knows he’ll be in trouble, and FOR REAL when you wake up and realize he used his Blood Demon Art on you lol. 

But notice (well, you can’t bc you’re unconscious…), notice how his expression finally softens as he cradles you against him, however still amused by your mood. 

"I don’t know what I’ve done but upsetting you was not my intent…don’t ignore me when you wake up again, will you…?~" 

(Duh they’re unconscious nobody is answering you idiot) *sigh*

“Ah…so much trouble…I prefer when she's awake.”

So he can love you more!! (happy ending right ?)

𝗔𝗞𝗔𝗭𝗔 愛 :

You pass by shooting him a glare. 

And keep glaring at him.

"!??" 

"Wow, okay, what’s wrong ?"  

“Nothing.” 

He stands up and walks over to you, hesitating before gently embracing you. 

"Did I do something…?" 

You shove him before he even has the chance to utter another word. 

He doesn’t push. He thinks you need your space for a moment before telling him, but he keeps an eye on you. 

A few minutes later, he comes back.

"Hey…I found these, and welI...I know they're your favorite so..."  

YESS HE DEF GIVES YOU YOUR FAV SNACKS and SPOILS you !! 

Little did he know they’d quickly come back, hitting him square in the chest.

And oh now he’s serious.Concerned and internally panicking but serious!!

He kneels down, holding your hands in his, not painful but firm enough for you to feel his need to fix whatever this is.

"Talk to me…did I do something?""

And of course because it’s not enough, you start aiming for pillows 

"I’m not telling you !" 

"Wha- ?" 

It goes for several minutes, he's getting hit by a dozen pillows every seconds (how rich are you to have that many...?)

He obvioulsy tries to calm you down...quite desperately lol

"Please…I’m begging you just rest for God's sake ! You’re obviously not in your normal state, attacking me like that!" 

ITS HILARIOUS I CANTTT

It ends up in a pillow fight.

His playful side gets the best of him lol and he actually makes you laugh so it’s double win.

He mildly considers knocking you out with one of the pillows in order for you to rest… 

But decides against it...it's Akaza we're talking about!

But you naturally get tired from that silly game and how he's practically engulfed you in pillows. 

"No more retaliation ? How bad…you were close to winning, though." (you were not…like AT ALL) 

He bundles you in a warm blanket and lies down next to you. 

"Next time you want a reason to attack me don’t push me away, aim for the pillows directly."

"I love you, stop stressing me silly."

YOU HEARD THAT ??? AGHHHHHH (no you were asleep.)

YES I SERVED FAN SERVICE and hopefully ATE.

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His Assistant | [Dottore x Reader]

Summary: After quitting the Akademiya, you meet a man called the "Doctor", who decides to offer you employment. Through your research together, you grow close, but...one day, he disappears. Weeks after his disappearance, he suddenly shows back up at the lab, except...this version of him is not the one that you know. “I may be different from what you remember, but I can promise you we are one in the same.” You take a shuttering breath. He's not the man you know—the man you remember—but he's something so close that you can't help wanting to believe he's what's yours. “You're the Doctor?” “I am the Doctor,” he confirms, and then grins. "Now…why don't you show me how much you've missed me?” Content: Smut, dubcon, rough sex, choking, asphyxiation, fem!reader Word Count: 5.2k Note: After playing the new Archon Quest and getting all the designs of Dottore's segments, I couldn't help imagining a scenario where Omega takes advantage of a reader who's beloved segment was decommissioned after his agreement with Nahida...

The Doctor has been gone for a month now.

In your time serving as his assistant, this is the longest he's been away.

And you're worried.

In all the times he's been summoned by the “others”, he is usually back within the week—not preferring to be away from his lab and his work longer than necessary.

He never did tell you who the “others” are—always secretive about certain areas of his life despite how close the two of you have grown—but you never press him on it, always too afraid that you'll scare him away by prying.

It'd taken months upon months for him to open up to you—your kind gestures, brilliant brain, and charming wit finally wearing him down after 8 hours a day spent beside each other in his lab.

When he'd first “hired” you—spotting you sitting on a cliff near the Port Ormos–your Amurta robes messily piled beside you on the grass, he'd figured it out right away.

“Did you quit, or were you kicked out?”

His voice startles you out of the haze of endless questions bouncing around your head, and when you turn to see him standing there—a pristine white labcoat fitted perfectly to him, and a mask and glasses covering his face—you scoff.

Another person in a power of authority, here to ridicule you.

“I quit,” you say nonetheless, your voice bitter. He cocks an eyebrow, and you understand what it implies. 

Why?

“The sages and teachers of the Akademiya are stuck in their ways. Science is meant to change and progress—limits are meant to be tested. Progress will always be slow to come when a wall of bureaucracy stands in the way of every idea.”

He hums amusedly.

“Let me guess—you pursued research without first getting permission.”

“When an idea strikes, waiting weeks for everyone in the chain of command to sign a piece of paper in order to proceed is torture. I went ahead with my research and experimentation first, and my teacher praised me when he read my paper about it. Then, he noticed I hadn't gotten permission first, and proceeded to do a complete 180. Told me that work which is not authorized cannot be published or used for further study. Bullshit.”

Beneath his mask, the stranger's lips tug at the corners.

“What was your research?”

Without saying anything, you dig beneath the pile of robes beside you and pull out a bound stack of papers. He takes it when you hold it out to him, and begins skimming through the pages.

There is reason to believe based on ancient desert texts that there is a remedy to physical ailment which can be derived from a specific mixture of certain plants and herbs. There are records of individuals who had been sick miraculously recovering, and even appearing younger after taking the medicine…

Oh?

“Were you able to test this theory?”

“I wasn't able to figure out the correct ratio of ingredients. Some ingredients are also extremely difficult to find in the current day. My experiment on a sickly mouse yielded positive results, but the recovery was not miraculous. The wounds healed, but evidence of them remained. The journals I translated specifically noted it was like the person had never been ill at all, so I can't call that a success.”

You sigh, and drop your head into your hands.

“Too bad I'll never be able to retry it since I stormed out…and it's not like anyone will hire an academic without a degree to do legitimate research.”

“You could come and work for me.”

…huh?

Shocked, you look back up at him.

He adjusts his glasses.

“I can't necessarily assure you that my own work is all by the books, but I can offer you a job that will give you access to research material and will pay you a salary.”

“...what's the catch?”

Ah, he can appreciate that you won't blindly trust him.

“I may want to use your research for my personal gain,” he admits without hesitation.

You're not exactly sure what his end game would entail, but…it would be hard to use a miracle drug for nefarious reasons, you think.

How bad can he be?

“I'm interested.”

“I can draft a contract of employment back at my lab,” he says, immediately turning away. “As an employer I will be fair, but I can't promise I will be kind. Having an outside assistant is not usually my style.”

“I can work with that,” you say and—realizing that he's already walking away—scramble to pick up your discarded robes and follow after him.

Once you reach his side, you gaze up at his mostly hidden face and ask–

“I never did get your name. What should I call you?”

“Doctor is fine.”

“...just Doctor?”

“Just Doctor.”

True to his word, he had been fair but not kind. Blunt, and sometimes cold, but…also a helpful teacher. 

The feedback he'd give you would push you towards new ideas and greater heights, and while you're quite sure he never considered you his equal, over time you had no doubt that you'd earned his respect.

Respect that came in the form of dinners after hours while exchanging notes in the candle light. Two cups of brewed coffee in the mornings instead of just his own. An invitation to sleep upstairs in his quarters above the lab when you'd worked too late and could barely keep your eyes open. Him delivering a packet of herbs to your apartment door when you'd come down with a cold.

Affections were never expressed verbally, but with little gestures that warmed your heart. And as you noticed the shift in how he treated you, you'd decided to return the gestures as well. 

Neither of you said much of it, but you like to think you both understood. That the first time you two stumbled up the stairs to his chambers while hands roamed and lips clashed, you both understood. That when those occurrences happened more frequently and you spent the night in his bed without a word about it, you both understood.

A relationship that could be enjoyed without labels. Two academics finding joy in their work and each other.

That understanding was there.

But now you can't understand what has happened—and where he's gone.

Ever since a few days after his disappearance, you've been temporarily living in his flat above the lab. Surely, he'll forgive you, considering one big reason for this decision is due to the experiments you've both been working on, and the fact that you've been continuing to make progress on both his and your own. You don't want his experiment to go neglected in his absence, so you've been putting in extra hours—doing your best so that when he finally returns, you'll get to see a glimpse of that rare, genuine, happy smile of his.

Because surely, he'll be back. You can't think of a reason he wouldn't be.

With a quiet sigh, you shrug your lab coat on and make your way into the small kitchen of the Doctor's apartment. You fix yourself some coffee and toast before making your way downstairs. 

You yawn as you reach the landing on the first floor—the lab—and move your hand along the wall until you feel the light switch.

However, as soon as you flick the light on, a figure appears across the room—their back to you.

The Doctor's research notes are in their hand.

You startle, and accidentally drop your mug of coffee. It shatters into a million pieces at your feet—but the sound doesn't even make the intruder flinch.

“Many of these documents have “Y/N” listed as the co-author…would that be you?”

His tone is amused, but his voice sounds…familiar.

Familiar enough to make your heart ache, but not enough to get you off your guard.

“How did you get in here?”

You know you'd locked the door—

“I have my ways,” he responds plainly, and then finally turns to face you. He's tall, with a mask over his eyes. His hair is longer than your Doctor, but the color is the same…

“I answered your question, now you answer mine.”

He smiles at you as he waits for your answer, and while again, the shape of his smile is all-too-familiar, it's off. Too different from what you know. Amused yet…sinister.

“Yes, I am Y/N,” you inevitably confirm. He hums.

“His assistant?”

“Yes.”

“My, not sure how he hid an entire assistant from me. How unexpected…”

“And who is he to you?” you question, your eyes narrowing. You take a hesitant step into the room, careful of the broken ceramic on the floor.

“Surely you realize the resemblance,” he responds, giving you a nonanswer. He motions to himself, and your heart aches yet again as your gaze roams over him. Everything looks so familiar to you…his height, the width of his shoulders, and his slim torso…

He notes the longing that shines in your gaze as you regard him.

Interesting.

Maybe he can have some fun with this.

“You're not him,” you mumble, although your tone leaves room for doubt.

“I am him,” he argues. He holds his arms out in a grand gesture. 

You shake your head.

Dottore frowns, and walks towards you. His heels click against the floor as he gets closer and closer, until he's towering over you and blocking out the sun.

You startle when he snatches your hand, but your heart does a weird flip the second he presses it to his chest, above his heart.

“I may be different from what you remember, but I can promise you we are one in the same.”

You take a shuttering breath. He's not the man you know—the man you remember—but he's something so close that you can't help wanting to believe he's what's yours.

“You're the Doctor?”

“I am the Doctor,” he responds. 

Which version of the Doctor, he doesn't bother clarifying. Telling you that he's not the segment you know would be such a simple admission, but he finds it more fun to string you along.

He wants to experience what exactly this segment has been getting up to while secluded in his laboratory. How, exactly, he ended up with a pretty little lab assistant that so obviously adores him.

He never considered himself capable of loving another human being, but perhaps your research together had caused you to grow close…

“If you are, then…,” your voice wobbles, tears beading in your eyes as you glance up at him. You didn't think you'd get this emotional. When did you start missing him so much?

“...then, why do you look so different? I mean–”

“Dear, this is nothing to get upset about,” he coos, hooking a finger beneath your chin. A sly grin lights up his face as he speaks his next words.

“This version of me is arguably more handsome, is it not?”

His words make you giggle, despite your lack of knowledge of their true meaning.

“That outfit is certainly an attention grabber. Although I had no qualms with your lab coat.”

Something about how you're smiling at him through your tears makes his stomach clench.

“That's a good girl, I'd rather see you smile,” he says, and then leans in a little closer, whispering.

“Now…why don't you show me how much you've missed me?”

For a moment, all you can do is stare at him. Your fingers tremble against his chest, wanting to curl into his shirt and draw him close, but you hesitate.

Because you’re no fool. The man in front of you clearly isn't the one you've come to know.

…and yet, despite this realization, and all of the suspicions and unanswered questions about the Doctor before you—you still find yourself leaning in. 

Because in the end, you’ve missed him.

After months upon months of being holed up in the lab together—sharing meals, and ideas, and physical affections—you’ve become reliant on his presence in your life. So even though there’s something glaringly wrong with this situation, you can’t help but cling to whatever traces of him you can find.

Gripping onto his coat, you press onto your toes while simultaneously dragging him down. The second your lips meet, he makes a pleased sound—his arm curling around your waist to pull you closer.

At first, he allows you to lead—curious of the emotion behind your soft, longing kisses—holding him so tightly as if you’re afraid he’ll disappear again. But after a short while, he decides to turn the tides. He deepens the kisses, curling himself around you like a snake that has trapped its prey. His tongue slides against your own, his free hand cupping your jaw and forcing your head back to allow him farther in. 

He kisses you like he’s devouring you, your head feeling fuzzy as he steals your breath away. Yet, amid the mind-numbing kisses, you can taste the edge of curiosity—like he’s trying to learn you.

You whimper as your lungs begin to ache, and finally, he relents. He pulls back, and his gaze immediately zeroes in on the sight of you—your lips swollen, face flushed, and eyes unsteady. 

If he could reach inside your chest and feel your heart in the palm of his hand, he’s sure he’d feel an ache of guilt. Guilt that you’ve given into your desires so easily, and are here, kissing a Doctor that feels unfamiliar to you. And yet, in the same beat, he thinks that the ache of guilt in your heart would be overpowered by the one between your legs.

Because right now, despite your uncertainties, you’re looking at him with eyes that crave more.

“You certainly are interesting,” he grins, and before you can think of any sort of retort, his lips are back on yours.

You gasp into his mouth as his large palms grip your ass, and before you know it, he’s lifting you off the floor. He backs you into one of the tables nearby—glass shattering against the floor as he swipes his hand across the surface to clear it of any objects.

“Those were new beakers–,” you start to complain, but he silences you with a hand at your throat.

“I can assure you a few broken tools are of little consequence.”

His fingertips tease at your pulse as his other hand slips beneath your blouse. With ease, he undoes the buttons one by one, until the silky fabric is slipping down your sides. 

Your chest heaves with hurried breaths as his gaze rakes down your front, and he squeezes your throat a little tighter when you squirm under his attention.

“You are quite a pretty thing,” he muses, and before you can even register what is happening, you see a glint of metal, and then hear a rip.

When you look down, you find the cups of your bra falling away from your breasts, and a small knife in Dottore’s hand.

You suck in a breath as you realize how easily he could have hurt you, and how utterly helpless you currently are at his mercy, but Dottore pays your fear no mind. Because despite it, your pulse is racing beneath his fingers, and your thighs are clenching at his sides. 

He’s not exactly sure how his other segment treated you, but regardless, it’s clear you’re getting off how Dottore is treating you now.

“What? You’ll scold me about the beakers, but not your bra?” he teases. You open his mouth to refute his insinuation of your priorities, but before you get the chance, he cups your breast, and gives it a pointed squeeze.

Immediately, whatever words you had intended on saying devolve into a wanton little gasp, and the sound only stretches Dottore’s grin wider.

He pinches your nipple between his thumb and forefinger—twisting and tugging—loving the way your back arches with each little touch.

Releasing your throat from his grasp, he moves his hand to your other breast—groping and teasing you with his fingers until you’re whimpering from the sensitivity. Your hips begin to jump with every tease of your nipples, and Dottore shifts his stance to grant you some relief—his thigh pressing between your legs, and up against your clothed pussy.

“I wonder if you could get off like this,” he ponders aloud. “If you could be trained to cum just from your breasts being touched.”

The idea is absurd, but nonetheless sends a bolt of arousal straight through you—the fabric of your panties further dampening as you mindlessly grind yourself on his thigh.

He’s never been this aggressive with you before. Your love making with the Doctor has been plenty passionate before now, with a little manhandling and S&M thrown in here and there—but this is entirely new. 

And obviously, you don’t entirely dislike it…

“The chances of that happening would be—mm—extremely rare,” you pant, still attempting to hold onto your reason. 

He clicks his tongue.

“Rare as it may be, I thought you wanted to please me, my dear. So, why not try?”

And then, he’s parting his lips and leaning down—his mouth suctioning on your tit. His sharp teeth graze against your nipple, and a cry is dragged from your lips. 

Your pussy throbs, your pulse rushing in your ears. 

Your chest is already so sore that each new touch is tinged with pain, but…beneath the initial pain is pleasure—a dance of desperation that has your hips grinding faster and harder against him.

With a hum of approval, Dottore switches breasts. At the same time, he snakes a hand between your legs. The skirt you’re wearing has already hiked up to your hips, so it’s hardly any trouble to hook his fingers around the crotch of your panties and pull the fabric aside.

“There you go,” he coos as the barrier between your pussy and his thigh disappears. The instant boost of direct friction on your clit has your core tightening, and with each lap of his tongue or tease of his teeth, your pleasure only winds tighter.

“I–,” you gasp, your fingers clawing at the wooden table beneath you.

Your chest is littered with hickies and bite marks—your nipples puffy with abuse. And between your legs, Dottore’s slacks are darkened with your arousal, your hips losing their rhythm as your pleasure threatens to spill over.

“Now, cum like a good girl,” he tells you, and you almost sob. How does he have so much control over you—your body following his command as if the direction has been programmed into you?

With a choked cry, you come undone. He shamelessly laps at your nipples as your orgasm rolls through you—each stroke of his tongue drawing the pleasure out until the feeling finally subsides.

When it does, you take a deep breath, and melt onto the surface of the table, needing a moment to catch your breath.

Unfortunately, it seems that Dottore has no intention of giving you that moment.

Yanking you forward, he roughly manhandles you around until your chest is pressed to the table. His hands leave you as soon as you’re in the position he wants you, and you hear the zip of a fly being pulled down.

“Wait–,” you begin to plead, turning your head to look at him. It’s not like you want to stop—you still want to keep going, but you just need a second to recover—

His hand grabs your skull and presses your cheek into the table, cutting off your words. Then, he forces your legs wider with a nudge of his foot, until you’re balanced on your toes—your thighs straining. 

“What a pretty picture,” he mumbles. He hikes your skirt up around your waist, and then drags his fingers down the curve of your spine, and across your ass. He takes a moment to admire the sheen of arousal glistening on the folds of your pussy, before he fists his cock nestles himself between them.

Your breath catches as you feel the head of his cock press at your entrance, and then, he’s shoving inside.

He groans as your pussy engulfs him inch by inch, adoring the way your body shakes as you struggle to accommodate him.

“How do I feel?” he asks once his hips are flush with your ass. “Like usual?”

Your cunt quivers around him, and you take a shaky breath. He’s being rougher than what you’re used to, but–

“So good,” you pant. He grins.

Releasing your head, he instead gathers up your arms, and folds them behind your back—one of his large hands encasing your wrists to trap them together. And then, his hips are snapping forward.

He sets a demanding pace right from the get-go, quiet cries involuntarily forced from your throat with each thrust of his cock.

Dottore fucks you into the table like a man drunk on power—his control over you absolute, even as your fingers twitch in his hold, wishing you had something to grab onto to help ground yourself. Instead, you’re left trapped like a fuck-doll beneath him, your hips and ass beginning to bruise from his rough handling, and the hard edge of the table.

Yet, despite his somewhat cold and detached attitude, pleasure begins to wind in your gut once again.

Too quickly, in fact. What, with the way he ever-so-slightly changes the angle of his thrusts and immediately manages to find your g-spot. 

A garbled, desirous sound is immediately ripped from between your lips, your body shaking beneath him as the head of his cock grinds over that sensitive spot inside of you again, and again, and–

“Doctor, please, I–,” your tongue feels like putty in your mouth, your cognizance wavering with each smack of his hips.

Above you, he grins.

“Please what? More? Harder? Even though your ass is already flushed, and your cunt is clamping down on me? Aren’t you getting close?”

That’s the issue, you want to argue, but you can’t think straight.

“Doctor—,” you snivel, your eyes burning as tears well up. Everything feels so wrong, yet so right—your mind caught between wanting to beg him to stop or beg him for more.

“If you can’t use your words, I don’t know what you want, my dear.”

He smacks your ass. 

Your pussy throbs, and your sanity wavers.

You can hear in the tone of his voice that he’s having the time of his life watching you fall apart beneath him, but you…

You can’t take it. It’s all too much—

You sob, and your body fights against his hold, your hips bucking.

You’re cumming again–!

“Zandik!” you bite out as your second orgasm rips through you—your breath catching in your lungs at the intensity of it. 

Dottore’s hips grind to a halt at the sound of that name, but you hardly mind, considering the intensity of your orgasm immediately dies down. 

You finally have a moment to breathe—the tension in your body melting away as your pussy milks around his cock. 

However, the much needed reprieve leaves you oblivious to the eyes burning holes into your nude back, because now, there are too many questions and feelings buzzing around inside Dottore’s head.

Such as: why do you know that name? Had his segment actually divulged their real name to you? If so, how much affection had he actually held for you, to allow you to call him by a name most of them preferred to reserve for the original version of themselves?

Yet, beneath all of these baffled questions, there’s one ugly emotion that has a chuckle rumbling deep in his chest.

Jealousy.

The Doctor you know, the Zandik you know, is not him. But he’s the one here now, filling up your cunt and making you cry.

He wants you to call for him.

He yanks you up by his grip on your arms—your momentary respite over.

With a rough shove, your back hits the cold floor. The air is knocked from your lungs, but before you’re able to replenish it, Dottore’s hand is once again at your throat.

He kneels above you, his fingers squeezing your neck as the other hooks beneath your knee—forcing your legs open. 

“Do not call me that,” he almost growls, bearing down on you. Your wide eyes shine with fear as you regard him, an apology forming on your lips.

However, he doesn’t want you to be scared, despite the fact that he is not the segment who cares for you.

“Call me Dottore,” he continues, his voice slightly softer. You test the name on your tongue.

“Dottore,” you echo obediently, but the grin that breaks out on his face following the sound of his name doesn’t serve to reassure you. Because as excited as it seems, it also looks wicked.

His fingers tighten on your neck, and you raise your hands—trying to pry at his wrist.

“Dottore–”, you gasp, your head feeling fuzzy. He’s not just restricting blood flow anymore, he’s gripping your throat so tightly that your airway is affected too.

And you know that with his knowledge of the human body, he knows this as well. Yet, he doesn’t seem to care. 

Ignoring your pleading, he shoves his cock back inside of you.

The snap of his hips is even more brutal than before—his chest heaving with exertion and excitement as he fucks you.

“Dottore–!” you try again, your voice quiet and hoarse. Your vision is beginning to swim.

His only response is a heady groan, his head hanging forward as his balls tighten.

God, you feel so fucking good.

Despite the way your pupils shake unsteadily, and your grip on his wrist has begun to involuntarily loosen, somehow, your cunt is tightening up again.

Your lips part—intending to beg him once more to go easy on you and let go—but no words come out. 

You’ve run out of air.

Tears slip down your cheeks, and you can do nothing but watch him through your blurry vision—his heavy breathing and grunts of pleasure sounding farther and farther away.

Only when he feels you go limp—your eyes rolling back into your head and your pussy squirting on his cock—does he finally loosen his grip. 

Your chest heaves, and your eyelashes flutter, but you nonetheless remain like deadweight beneath him. 

Even so, he refuses to stop.

He fucks you with abandon, a breathless little laugh worming its way out of him when he sees the mess you’ve made of his pants.

“Ejaculating while passing out…how sinful,” he muses. 

He lets go of your neck, and moves his hand to your other leg—forcing you open wider.

Your pussy somehow tightens in spite of your state of unconsciousness, and he clenches his jaw, his cock throbbing.

He wants to leave his mark on you. Overwrite any of his segment’s remnants.

And so, he does just that—slaming inside of you until he finally reaches his own peak. He breathes a sated breath as he empties his balls inside of you, and when he finally has nothing left to give, he pulls out—his gaze lingering on your twitching hole, and the seed that leaks out of it.

Then, he inevitably tucks himself back into his pants, and gets to his feet.

His boots click against the floor as he strides to the other end of the lab, and makes his way up the staircase to the second floor. He’s up there for a short while before he returns, a few sheets of paper in his grasp. 

He files them away with the other documents of interest he’d managed to gather before your appearance in the lab earlier on, and then tucks the stack of files inside of his coat. 

He’s gathered all he needs from here. Meaning, it’s time to leave.

Except…

His gaze falls to where you’re still passed out on the floor.

Logically, he should leave you here to burn with all the other traces of this segment, but…perhaps he can find a use for you. After all, your research with the Doctor had yielded positive results for him and his business partner, despite the fact that his segment had purposefully left any mention of you out of his reports.

With a tiny sigh, Dottore makes his way to your side. He tugs your skirt down over your soiled pussy, and then retrieves your discarded top from nearby. He buttons it up as high as needed to preserve your modesty, and then hefts you into his arms.

He casts one final glance at the lab of his younger, now-gone segment, and then steps over the threshold of the door, out into the port. 

Instantly, a fire ignites behind him.

“Oh? I almost had the vessel depart without you. Where have you been? And who is that?”

Pantalone's last question is directed at the limp body thrown over Dottore's shoulder. 

“Please tell me it's not a cadaver…”

With a huff, Dottore brushes past his colleague and ventures deeper into the ship. Pantalone follows behind him as Dottore maneuvers his way to his sleeping quarters, and gently places the body upon his bed.

Hm. Perhaps it isn't a corpse if he's treating it with such care.

“She is very much alive, I assure you.”

He turns his back to the bed, and shoos Pantalone out of the room, following him out.

“I simply…knocked her out for the journey.”

“I agreed to come with you to Port Ormos to retrieve your recently decommissioned segment’s experimental notes. I didn't sign up for human trafficking.”

“Enough of that,” Dottore bites, the metal floor of the ship clanging beneath his boots. They follow the hallway until they reach the front of the ship, and with a little wave, Pantalone signals the crew. 

Immediately, the horn of the boat sounds, and the engines rumble to life.

The two Harbingers stand at the bow as the ship slowly begins making its way out of the port—their gazes finding the trail of black smoke that rises from the lab burning in the distance.

“Unbeknownst to me, this segment had taken on an assistant,” Dottore finally explains. “Her brain and experiments seem useful. And I find her affections for me to be intriguing. Despite knowing I am not the segment she loves, she was so desperate to make herself believe that I am.”

A wide smile spreads on his face, and Pantalone smiles back, though his own smile isn't nearly as unnerving

“I see. So…you're taking her prisoner? Or, making her your assistant? Although, I must admit, that really doesn't seem your style.”

Dottore hums, looking contemplative.

“I don't need an assistant. However, my segment seems to have genuinely cared for her. So the least I can do in the wake of his untimely demise is continue to take care of her.”

Pantalone quietly chuckles, and fetches a cigarette from his coat pocket. He holds it between his lips, lights it, and after taking a long drag says–

“Ah, I see. So, she's a pet.”

Dottore takes a deep, shuddering breath—his excitement apparent in the way he doesn't even bother scolding Pantalone for smoking. 

“Hmm…I suppose she is. How fun is that.”

[manickal]

18+ 𓂃 ࣪˖ WEARING A SKIRT AROUND ASHVEIL GETS YOU FUCKED…!

• A/N: idk bro lowkenuinely feel like Ashveil would have a thing for skirts idk pls enjoy pookies and thank you for reading!! <3

TO BE TRANSPARENTLY CLEAR, this situation is all your fault.

At least, that’s what Ashveil tells you as he pins you to his bed, lips smacking with yours wetly and hand fumbling in its quickness to unbuckle his belt.

“Totally on purpose,” he mutters between aggressive kisses, free hand squeezing and rubbing the meat of your thigh, rolling his hips flush against yours in a desperate search for friction.

“You knew this would rile me up, baby girl.” He’s so hard that you can feel him, just pure heat and thickness, and your cunt throbs in anticipation. Slick pools between your folds in preparation—Aeons, you wanted it so bad.

“Just’ wanted to get fucked, huh? That’s why you wore this shit. Fuck, baby—I’m gonna fuck you so hard.” Ashveil growls, belt buckle snapping with a click and stopping your heart in its tracks. Your lungs shudder. How long had it been since you’d had him inside you?

Too fucking long, your poor, aching core tells you.

“Please,” you whine without conscious thought, prompting a groan from Ashveil’s lips. There’s some shuffling as he shoves his pants down his waist, just enough to pull his cock free of the confines. It’s hot when he presses his tip into your cunt through your panties and shallowly pumps his hips.

“Fuck, you’re already soaked. Oh yeah, you wanted this s’bad.” Ashveil hisses out, a statement rather than a question. His hand is impatient when he shoves the bridge of your panties to the side with a muttered “Get this the fuck outta the way.”

The second his cock presses past your folds you’re both moaning in unison. His thickness quickly splits you open with the most delicious pressure, sliding against every sweet spot and kissing your cervix before he even bottoms out.

“Fu—fuuuuck!” you whine out, hand shooting up to grip his bicep, hips tense and toes curled. Ashveil snickers at your reaction, eyes darkening at the way your walls twitch and flutter around his intrusion.

“What, you can’t take it all, ma?” he teases, rolling his hips forward to fuck himself into your sloppy cunt slowly. “You’ve done it before, y’know.”

“Just fuck me,” you pant back, hips tingling and eyes threatening to roll already. You wanted him so fucking bad, needed him to fuck you absolutely stupid.

Ashveil mumbles something but you can’t focus on whatever it was when he actually obeys you, pulling his cock out until only the tip rested within your walls. Then he shoves in—and again, and again, until your body has melted against the mattress and your throat is full of warbled moans and mewls.

“Fuckin’ shit, ma, pussy’s s’good,” Ashveil growls, words punctuated by slick slurps and squelches. “So fuckin’ tight an’ wet. Missed my cock, didn’t you, baby? Yeah, mhmm, I know you did, doll. I can feel how much you missed it—fuck…”

You almost can’t speak—not over the sloppy smacks of his hips into yours, not with the way he’s fucking savagely into your walls, not with the creak of the bed frame or the thumps of the headboard against the wall; it’s all so hot, filling your head with a thick fog that leaves no room for anything other than sheer, desperate horniness.

“Harder,” you croak out. “Fuck me harder, Ashy— oh, oh my fucking fuck—!”

“Shit, okay, yeah—” a stutter in his hips, a sharp hiss through his teeth, “‘M gonna fuck you up s’good, ma,” Ashveil growls, thick cock drilling into you mercilessly and fucking yelps and whines straight from your throat. “Jus’ keep makin’ those pretty fuckn’ noises, baby. Tell me how good you feel, fuuuuuck—”

Fingers bruise into your hips as Ashveil grips them and uses the leverage to pull you down on his cock, bruising himself balls deep inside you with every quick thrust. Your gut is twisted now, Ashveil is just fucking you straight into nirvana with so little effort. Just so big and thick and rough, exactly what you needed. Aeons, you’re so fucking close.

“You better fuckin’ cum, baby.” Ashveil growls breathily, as if sensing it, blunt cockhead spearing your cervix. Your walls clench, your belly furls, your breath hitches—each slide is rubbing right against that sweet spot, drawing euphoric static up to the surface of your skin. Ashveil simply groans at the sensation and sight of you.

“Cum all over m’cock, give it to me, yeah? Oh, fuck, i don’t think ‘m gon’a last—you look too fuckin’ sexy takin’ m’dick like this. C’mon, baby; you gotta cum f’me, o-okay?”

There’s a desperate tone to his words now, edged with strained arousal. Ashveil’s cock throbs something mad, smearing sticky pre against your cervix with every thrust into your soppy cunt. Your entire body is trembling, quaking beneath his—and when he hooks his elbow beneath your knee and shoves it to your ear, the new position breaks you.

Fuck, he’s so fucking deep—your eyes roll and your head melts into the pillow below you, thighs automatically squeezing around his narrow waist as if to ensure he has no choice but to keep fucking you this deep.

And all it takes is a few more spears of his cock into your guts and your vision is whiting out, back arched up and toes curled from the absolute intensity it rocks you with.

“Fuuuuck—oh, fuck!— Ashhhhh—!” you break off into warbled whines as your walls suckle so sweetly around his cock, and Ashveil groans like a wounded animal.

“Aeons, you’re fuckin’—shiiiit, pussy’s tryna fuckin’ milk me, baby—d’ya want me to cum inside? I can do it i-inside, right? Please let me, ma, wanna cum so deep—”

And you just nod, fingers wrapped tight around his bicep and swollen clit throbbing, walls so gooey and drooly that the slick squelches Ashveil fucks from them are louder than the ringing in your ears.

“Hell yeah, hah—so fuckin’ good f’me baby—fuck, ‘m about to cum—!”

It’s almost too much, the rapid thrusts into your walls, the grinds of his pelvis against your swollen clit; fuck, you want to shove him away or tell him to slow down, but your limbs and throat are jelly—

But luckily, it doesn’t take long for Ashveil’s orgasm to slam into him, a series of grunts and growls and what sounds like your name tumbling from his lips as his cock throbs and shoots his cum inside you.

Ashveil slows his hips until he’s merely rolling his softening cock into you shallowly, eyes glued to the white, creamy ring wrapped snug around his base. His cock twitches at the sight, pulling a soft, tired gasp from your lips.

“Holy shit.” He nearly gasps, followed by a small chuckle. “Never thought a skirt could look so good on someone. Fuck,” his eyes then flick up to yours, the steel hue smeared with something mischievous. Still trying to come down from your own fluttery, pulsing high, you almost miss his question:

“Think you could wear some stockings next time, too?”

[2-hy]

please, mr ashveil!

when you approach ashveil for a particular favour along with the promise of generous pay—it's a win-win situation for him: he gets to pay his monthly rent and fuck a beautiful girl.

wc: 1.2k, x f!reader, squirting, a bit of exhibitionism (u don't get caught), he's lowk a tease, p in v, creampie, pwp. ib this voiceline "if you ever need anything done, just hit me up! i'm flexible on the price.”

tldr -> basically u n ashveil doing it in his office.

ashveil is more than happy to fulfill your service of course, especially for a sweet thing like you. 

his cramped office is less than the ideal place to have sex, but who are you to complain when his thick cock is rubbing back and forth on your folds, teasing it like a sly wolf toying with his prey?

your thighs, surprisingly pliable, are lifted high, hooked over his arms as his bare chest presses to your back, the rough texture of his skin a delicious contrast to your own.

a soft, involuntary squelch accompanies each slow drag of his cock against your cunt. perhaps it's the lack of experience, or the illicit thrill; but you're already wet, dripping even. 

it was a strange, exhilarating surrender, your body instinctively arches backward, leaving yourself completely dependent on his strength.

he continues the slow, torturous rhythm. “please, mr ashveil,” you whimper, a breathless sound catching in your throat. “i-i can’t do this anymore…” 

"can't you?" he slurs with that sultry voice of his. "or won't you? hm?” 

“beg for it, darling. beg for what you really want."

his grip tightens around your thighs, pulling you closer, the pressure firm enough to make your breath hitch. “come on, use your words,” he coaxes. 

"fuck—” you gasp, your hands clutching at him. "i want...i want you inside. n—need more of you!”

a quiet, satisfied hum leaves him, like he’s been waiting to hear that.

“yeah?” he teases, letting the anticipation coil tighter and tighter between you. “that what you really want?”

you nod helplessly. he’s so mean, the head of his cock still teasing your entrance like there's no tomorrow. 

“wanna fuck you so bad too, sweet thing.” he brushes a slow kiss along your neck, his hair grazing your skin and sending a soft shiver down your spine.

“please mr ashveil, f—fill me up…!”

that’s all it takes.

with a sudden, powerful thrust, he finally plunges into you. a deep, satisfying splurch sounds out as your bodies meet. eliciting a long, drawn-out moan from your lips. 

you can feel his hot breath fanning over your cheeks as your head tilts back against his shoulder, his thick length stretching you oh-so-perfectly. 

“shit,” he hisses. “your tight little cunt’s suckin’ me in.”

a sudden knock at the door jolts you both—your body spasms around him in surprise; he lets out a sharp groan at the sudden clench of your pussy.

“you're on full display f’me like a perfect little slut, yeah?” he murmurs. “anyone opens that door, they’ll see exactly who owns this pussy.”

and he’s right. if someone walks in, they'll be greeted with the most perfect sight of ur greedy cunt swallowing down his cock.

“ashveil?” a voice calls from outside.

his jaw clenches. he can feel how wet and hot you are wrapped around him—the pulse of your arousal only making it harder to think straight.

“are you there?”

“im busy, come back later.” he answers curtly, unapologetically turning away the visitor.

yet the interruption only seems to fuel him. 

he manhandles you—lifting your body slightly off his cock before repositioning both your thighs and hooking them securely across his right forearm. your legs dangle helplessly over his forearm, hips angled at his mercy.

“ah…!” you gasp as he drives back into you with a sudden thrust. it’s almost like he did that because he wants to hear you unravel in his arms. 

the cruel and mean detective then slides his free hand down to your clit, circling small strokes over your swollen bud. his touch is electric, relentless, turning your whimpers into desperate moans as he works you just right.

“you’re so sensitive,” he growls in your ear.

“but sir! it’s a new commission!” the voice insists from outside.

you’re absolutely mortified; so full of him, clinging and clenching as he pinches that sensitive nub hard. pleasure shoots through you like lightning as you gasp, body trembling around his cock.

“i said not now,” ashveil snaps—and finally, silence falls on the other side of the door.

it’s quiet again. except for the wet slap of skin on skin…  the filthy rhythm of you being taken apart piece by piece…  

you feel so lewd, the dirty squelching echoing off the walls of his office making you even more shamelessly wet. 

your pussy clenches violently, pulsing as you gush over him, squirting your liquid all over; coating his thighs, dripping onto the floor… some even arcing up to stain his bulletin board. his "self portrait" is soaked in your essence now—ruined by your pleasure.

and still, he doesn’t stop. his hand stays between your legs, gently rubbing circles over your swollen clit through the aftershocks.

“haaah… yeah, that’s it sweetheart. your pussy’s leakin’ all over me.”

your pussy is still fluttering from the intense pleasure when he suddenly pulls out, leaving you feeling empty. 

you whimper, the sudden emptiness making you ache—only for it to vanish a heartbeat later as he presses you down onto his desk, papers sliding everywhere and pens clattering to the floor,  but neither of you care.

in one smooth thrust, he’s back inside, grunting at your tight heat adjusting to his girth again.

you try to keep your legs open for him like a good girl, but they tremble too hard to stay apart. with no patience left, he can't help but exert a bit more control, forcing them wider apart to accommodate his size. 

overstimulated and raw from the high just moments ago, you squirm helplessly beneath him.

“t-too much! mr ashveil—it’s too much!”  

he smirks down at you, sweat-damp hair falling over his brow. 

“too much? weren’t you begging for me to ‘fill you up’ earlier?”

he turns up the pace—deep thrusts that make your breasts bounce with each snap of his hips. one particularly rough thrust makes you cry out and rake your nails down his back, leaving red trails.

his mouth latches onto one of your nipples in response, sucking hard while his fingers twist and pull at the other. his tongue swirls tight circles around the peak before biting down just enough to make you yelp. 

“drench my cock more, c’mon darling i know you got it.”

as if his words were law, the coil inside you snaps a second time. you see stars while your walls clench around him as another wave crashes through. 

and just like that, he’s coming too—hot and pulsing deep inside as he fills you up to the brim.

you milk him greedily with every flutter of your pussy until white ropes begin to seep from your swollen slit, dripping slowly down the curve of your ass… and onto the scattered papers beneath.

eventually, your breathing returns to normal. he pulls out—his eyes dropping to the evidence of your activities slowly leaking out onto the desk, making a mess on the floor.

“i hope you realize,” he says, voice low, “you just cost me a very important commission.”

you blink up at him, still disoriented—wondering what he's getting at. 

"surely, you'll come back to make up for it, right?"

you can only offer a meek nod at his suggestive words.

(you’ll definitely be visiting the ashen detective agency often now that your pussy craves the satisfaction of being completely filled up and claimed by him.)

on everyone's life we all goon to ashveil.

[wildernessuntothemselves]

I had another Saja Boys idea. Say we're dating them (separate) and the fans are shipping them with Huntrix. If our relationship is private, we just see all the things the fans post. If our relationship is public, then maybe we get a lot of hate from fans from getting between their ship. Whichever you think works. Either way, we start doubting ourselves and trying to draw away from our relationship. And when the boys figure out what's bothering us, they remind us that their heart is ours. Preferably soft dom pls :)

Play Games With Us

Warnings: meandom!saja boys (sorryyyyyyy), jealous reader, semipublic sex, jinu mirror sex, fingering, breast play, romance face fucking, cumming down throat/pussy/on face/etc, abby fucking on his car, threats made against zoey lol, mystery doggystyle, biting, clawing, baby vibrator use, the boys are rough but you like it.

My KPDH masterlist

Jinu

You were in the group's practice room alone with Jinu, and he was showing you a part of the dance from their new song and asking your opinion of it. 

Normally, you would have found it cute how the 400 year old demon was so serious about practicing kpop choreo and that he wanted your opinion on it, but right now you were not in the mood to give dancing tips or entertain your boyfriend, especially not when his little hobby was driving him into the arms of another girl. 

“I don’t know, why don’t you ask your girlfriend?” You tell him pointedly and he stops and stares at you blankly, detecting the aggression in your voice but not understanding where it's coming from. 

“I am.” He says, deadpan

“Not me. Rumi.” You hiss and his brows raise in realisation. “Not this again.”

His response only angers you further. “Sorry that my feelings of hurt about you spending late night with another woman and following her around like a puppy is inconveniencing you.” 

“I'm not following her around like a puppy.” He scoffs defensively, “It's just for the plan, baby. You know that.”

“Oh, okay then, I'll go hook up with Mira then. Maybe I can get some intel out of her. You know, for the plan.” You threaten, intending to make him realise how hurtful his actions have been but your threat falls flat when he laughs and wiggles his eyebrows at you. “That'd be kinda hot.”

You huff, standing up and moving to storm away but he suddenly grabs you and pulls you back towards him, your back pressed against his front. “Are you jealous? Because that’s hot too.” He grins at you through the mirror in front of you and you growl, baring your teeth at him. “I'm serious, Jinu.”

“Then you're stupid, baby.” He tells you, kissing down your neck, not at all threatened by the reflection of your fangs in the mirror. “You know you’re the only one for me.”

His hands come up your front, kneading your breasts through your top. 

“Drop your glamour.” You tell him, “You're a demon. Don't run from it.” 

He grunts, his glamour dropping as he takes a handful of your tops and rips it, tearing it off your body to reveal your breasts that he hungrily fondles, holding and squeezing them between his large hands. 

“Is this what you wanted, baby?” He purrs against your ear before he grabs the lobe between his teeth, nipping at it lightly, making you moan. “Yes. Like seeing you go wild.” 

He grins at you through the mirror and you follow his hand as it slithers down your body, pushing its way into your shorts and meeting your wet pussy with a hiss. “As if I was ever not wild for you.” 

He slips two fingers inside you, working them in and out of your ruthlessly, not giving you a moment to get used to them. 

“Fuck, Jinu.” Your hand shoots out grabbing onto his forearm but not stopping him, just feeling his muscles tense as he fucks you on his fingers. 

“You like it, my dumb baby? Like riling me up so I'll get angry and fuck you stupid?” 

You nod, enjoying every little bit of his attention, his grip on your breasts, his fingers between your legs, and his eyes that eat you up through the mirror, eagerly watching you break down under his touch. 

“Are you gonna cum for me, baby?” He asks when he feels you tense around his fingers. 

“Yeah, so close, Jinu.” You mewl, throwing your head back and preparing to give into the wave of pleasure building in your body. 

But Jinu’s hand leaves your breasts to grab you by the jaw, pulling your head down and growling in your ear. “No, look in the mirror, watch yourself cream on my fingers. Look me in the eyes as I make you cum so you won't be stupid enough to ever doubt who I belong to.”

His possessive words do it for you, and you make eye contact with him through the mirror as you finally cum, your juices running down his fingers as he continues to fuck you through it, not stopping even as you whimper at the overstimulation. 

“We're not done yet, baby. Not until I fuck you dumb on my cock.”

Romance

You were supposed to wait for romance. You were supposed to stay until the fansign is over so you can go home together but you didn't. You went ahead and went back home without telling him, ignoring his frantic phone calls and texts asking where you were. 

So it was no surprise to you when your boyfriend teleported into your bedroom, looking wild as his yellow eyes landed on you, finding you lounging in bed as if nothing was amiss.

“What the hell?” He snaps, “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming back home? Or answer my calls or texts? I was worried about you!”

“Didn’t think you’d notice. You seemed preoccupied with her.” You answer him flippantly. If cold and aloof is what he’s into then you’re more than happy to give him that. 

“Seriously? You had me worried that one of the hunters had gotten a hold of you and hurt you to get back at me, when you’ve been lounging in bed this whole time, throwing a tantrum because I was doing my job?” He growls, kicking his shoes off and stripping his clothes off. 

You sit up straighter in bed, your eyes raking over his slim but toned body, stopping a few seconds to take in his long length as it hangs heavily between his legs, your own legs pressing together in need. But you refuse to let on how sexy you find your pissed off boyfriend right now. 

“As if she could ever lay a hand on me. If I wanted to, I could go to her tower right now and—” Your words are cut off as Romance climbs onto the bed, stalking towards you and grabbing you by the chin, tilting your head up to look at him. “You’ll what? Risk your life because you’re jealous of her when you know damn well I only belong to you?” 

“I’m not sure if I know that.” You huff, making Romance laugh. But his laughter isn’t the light melodic thing you’re used to from him. Instead it is dark and threatening. “Let me show you then, darling.” 

He climbs further up your body until his bare cock is at level with your mouth. “Open up, darling. Let me prove to you that only this loud little mouth can get me off.” 

You want to resist, play things up a little more like you usually do, but the dangerous glint in Romance’s eyes and the subtle pinch of his claws into your scalp tells you better. You open your mouth and take him in, receiving the long member down your throat as your body relaxes to surrender to him. 

“Good girl.” He sucks in a harsh breath as his balls meet your chin. He looks down at you, staying there for a moment with his entire length down your throat, his hand gripping your hair tightly like a harness. “I’m not going to be gentle tonight. You don’t deserve it. You understand?” 

Despite his anger at you, he still gives you the option to stop this if you don’t want it. But of course you won’t. This is exactly what you wanted from him, to lose his normal cool and prove to you that he won’t let anything come between you. 

So you nuzzle your nose further into his crotch and swallow down around him, silently giving him your consent. 

“I fucking knew it. You did all of this to provoke me.” He hisses, yanking on your hair to pull your head back, taking most of his cock out of your mouth before he slams it back in, filling you up with him. “But that’s okay. If my darling wants me to prove myself to her, I would do it over and over again.”

You lay back, letting him ram his cock in and out of your mouth, enjoying this rare moment of roughness from your usually sweet and gentle boyfriend. 

You’re lucky you don’t have to breathe because if you did, you would have passed out a long time ago with how he’s completely blocking off your airway, pushing it closed every time his cock slips down your throat and not leaving any second in between his thrusts for you to really catch your breath. 

But honestly even if you needed it, you might just risk it just to watch his pretty face screwed up in pleasure as he lets himself selfishly take what he wants from you for once, your raw and unfiltered obedience barreling him towards the edge uncharacteristically fast. 

“Ah, darling, I’m close. Gonna cum down your throat. Gonna make sure you’re tasting me for days.” 

You moan around him, eagerly swallowing down, begging for it as your hips squirm, humping at the air in need. 

He laughs when he feels you thrashing under him, and he pushes your head down against the mattress to keep you still, pistoning his cock in and out of your mouth, making your throat bulge as he finally cums, giving you his sweet seed. 

You swallow it all eagerly, making sure to leave his length clean when he finally pulls it out of your mouth, resting it against your face so you can see up close how hard he still is as he grins down at you. 

“We’re not done yet. I gotta fill all your holes with my cum. Gotta leave you dripping with me from every hole. How else will you know that I’m yours?” 

Abby

“Ahhh, Abby, someone will see.” You slur, barely able to form your words as Abby plunges his cock in and out of your pussy, his large hand grabbing you by the waistline of your skirt and keeping you pinned against the hood of his car, bent in half as his hulking figure towers over you, fucking you stupid. 

“Let them see. Isn't that what you wanted, baby? For the world to see you're mine?” He taunts, enjoying the dumb look on your face too much. 

You may have taken things too far with your jealousy over his fanservice, annoyed at how he's showing off for his fans, giving them drawings of his abs and encouraging them to salivate over his body… his body that had only been yours for centuries. 

So why couldn't you do the same? Why couldn't you go out in your sluttiest, most revealing outfit and flirt with the fanmeeting staff, letting them openly lust over you right in front of Abby while he had to sit there and play nice for those same fans that started all of this? 

It took everything the boys could do to stop Abby from slaughtering the men you had used in your plans the moment the fansign was over, but they couldn’t stop him from dragging you off and doing what he will with you. 

That's how you've found yourself in this position, legs pressed to your chest and getting fucked by Abby on the hood of his luxurious sports car. 

“I just wanted you to–to feel what I-I was feeling.” You stutter out, trying to defend yourself but Abby was having none of it. “No, you wanted to act like a slut to make me jealous enough to lose it in front of everyone and show them that you're mine. Well, baby, when I'm done with you, no one will have any doubt who my dick belongs to.”

“Abby…” You whine, struggling to form any words against the onslaught of his cock drilling in and out of your pussy. “It's t-too much.” 

“Well, you should’ve thought about that before you came out looking like a dumb bimbo and letting those men touch what’s mine.” He has no mercy on you, knowing by now through your centuries long relationship that you can take anything your brute of a boyfriend can give you and more. You’ve been here many times before, the both of you not known to shy from showing off or putting the other in their place. 

“I’m s-sorry.” You whimper, playing it up for him, knowing it makes his cock ache and drives your demon even more wild. 

“Oh, you will be, baby.” He grunts, his cock splitting you apart. “Open your mouth.” 

You do, opening it wide for him, sticking your tongue out to catch the saliva his spits at you, wincing a little as he slaps your cheek and orders you to swallow. 

“Good little slut.” He grunts, and that’s when you lose it, the taste of him on your tongue, his rough grip on you and the ruthless way he was plunging in and out of you finally getting to your head. 

“Abby, Abby!” You scream, cumming around him. “Please, please, cum with me. Need to feel it inside me.” 

“You think you deserve it?” He scolds and you pout. “But baby—”

“No, you’ve been bad, and little sluts like you don’t deserve to have their pussy stuffed with my cum.” He tells you and you whimper, both from the scolding and because he then pulls himself out of you, your pussy feeling horribly empty without his fat cock. 

He steps back, grabbing you by the ankles and yanking you to the ground. You land on your ass, your face level with his heavy, leaking cock as he grips it and jerks himself off quickly. 

You can tell that despite his roughness, he is just as desperate as you are, and you want to make him feel good too. So you sit there, giving him your best wide eyed look as you open your mouth and stick your tongue out, knowing it drives him crazy when you do that. 

It works, and before long he’s releasing all over your face, his cum dripping down your body as he leers down at you. 

“Now you look like a proper slut.” 

“Do you like it, baby? You smirk up at him, dropping the helpless look as your hands reach out to swat his hands away and wrap themselves around his cock, twisting your fist over his large length and suckling on the head, bringing it back to life in a few seconds. 

“Ah, shit.” He curses under his breath, letting you continue for a few more moments before he pulls you to your knees and slams you back against the car, this time on your front with your ass up. 

Guess he’s not ready to stop playing yet. You must’ve really pissed him off this time. 

You yelp as you feel his fingers breach you from behind, pressing down against the wall of your pussy as he ruthlessly fucks them in and out of you, the loud squelching sound echoing around the parking lot. 

“Fuck, Abby, Abby, I won't last long.” You warn, rocking back against his thick fingers. 

“Did I give you permission to cum?” He grabs you by the neck, tilting your head up in an uncomfortable position to face him.

“N-no…” You stare at him, wide-eyed, and his nails dig into your neck. “No. So don't you dare cum.”

“But I can't hold it.” You whine, legs shaking against the onslaught of the pleasure. 

“Tough luck, princess.” He dismisses, not letting up for a moment.

And just like you warned, you couldn’t hold back, and you end up cumming just a short while after. Even if it weren’t for the pathetic scream you let out, Abby would've still known by the way your pussy tightens around his fingers. 

He pulls them out, quickly replacing them with his cock, forcing the thick member through your contracting walls and making you cry out at the overstimulation. 

“Abby!”

“Take it. Didn't you say that I wasn't fucking you right?” He growls in your ear and you shake your head but can't speak up to deny it, your words coming out in a garbled mess. 

It wasn’t you who said that! It was the disgusting man who was flirting with you. Yes, you didn’t deny it, but that was only to piss Abby off! 

Well, mission accomplished. 

“Does my whore want me to cum in her pussy this time?” He asks and you nod as much as you, begging him, “Yes, please, Abby. I'm y-yours. I swear.”

“I know.” He tells you, slamming his cock inside you one last time, keeping it buried as he empties his balls inside you, his hand going around your body to rub your pussy, pushing you to follow him and making your pussy help milk him dry. 

“There you go, take every last drop.” He grunts, not letting up until you've done it.

Mystery

“What is this?” Mystery stands in front of you, grabbing a fistful of the shirt you were wearing with Abby’s face on it. 

“I just thought he looked really hot here.” You shrug. “You don’t like it?” 

“Do you not like me anymore?” He asks, and your dead heart lurches. Oh, fuck, maybe you should’ve thought this over more. Mystery is not the guy to play these games with. 

“Of course, I still like you, Mystery—

“Do you want me to kill him?” He cuts you off, genuinely asking you. 

“What? No.” You answer, bewildered.

“Then why are you wearing this?” He asks, tugging at the shirt harshly. 

“I wanted to make you jealous, you idiot.” You huff and he cocks his head to the side, confused. “Why?” 

“I don’t know.” You huff, “Why can you fuck around zoey and I can’t fuck around with Abby? i bet he'd fuck me better than you.”

Ok, that last part may have been a bit too much. And you learn your mistake before you can even blink. 

Mystery tackles you to the ground, ripping Abby’s shirt and everything else you were wearing off your body before putting you on your hands and knees and mounting you. 

“Mystery, no–” You’re cut off as he bullies his thick length inside your pussy, forcing it to get used to him quickly. But it’s okay, you’re more than used to Mystery’s erratic and unexpected behaviour.

“Shit, baby, give me a moment, damn.” You tell him, but when have you ever actually expected restraint from your feral boyfriend? 

“You’re fucking mine.” He growls in your ear, his long claws digging into your hips as the sound of slapping skin fills the room. “Mine, mine, mine.” 

But you’re just as feral as your boyfriend, and you live off riling him up. 

“Maybe I don’t wanna be yours anymore.” You goad him, even as you arch into his touch. “I deserve a man who only has eyes for me.” 

“I will kill anyone who dares to come near you.” He pushes your chest down so your ass is in the air, fucking you from behind like a rabid dog. “I will rip their throats out and eat their hearts.” 

His teeth gnaw at your neck, the sharp fangs piercing your body with pleasure that peaks every time his thick length is fully sheathed in your pussy and his heavy balls smack against your ass. 

You fucking love this. 

“Then what should I do with your cute little hunter?” You ask, craning your head to the side, meeting his drooling lips in a toothy kiss that leaves your lips bitten and your lips slick with his saliva. 

“You can do what you want with her. Once we break the Honmoon, I’ll bring her to you as a gift to prove my loyalty.” He promises, his teeth going back to nibbling on your shoulder, the pleasure getting to his head and making him need to release his frustration somehow. 

You’re no stranger to it, your body littered with bite and claw marks as evidence of your boyfriend’s uncontrollable lust and need for you. You really only need to look in the mirror to get proof of his loyalty, yet you still like to test it. 

“You’ll let me tear her apart?” You shiver, your pussy fluttering around his thrusting cock as you imagine having the huntress at your mercy. 

“Only if you let me watch.” He tells you, his clawed hands moving up your body to roughly grope your tits. 

“Deal.” You grin, spreading your legs wide as you lower your head to the floor, throwing a glance back at your beautiful boyfriend, appreciating every monstrous part of his body. “Cum inside me, pup. Give me what she’ll never have.” 

Mystery grunts, dropping his weight over you, trapping you against the floor as his hips pick up, smacking against your ass rapidly, the maddening slide of his cock inside you and the burn of his claws and his fangs on your skin setting your body on fire. 

“Cumming, cumming.” You scream, your body unable to move much under his heavy weight, forced to lie there and squirm against the floor as your orgasm consumes you. 

And yet, Mystery doesn’t let up, continuing to mount you like a beast, his words no longer making sense, reduced to just grunts and growls as he chases his own orgasm. 

Your body is aching and your pussy has become sore by the time he finally releases, clamping his teeth down into your shoulder as he floods your pussy, the large volume of his cum overflowing and dripping down your legs and onto the floor. 

“Good pup. Such a good pup.” You groan, knowing how Mystery gets once he cums. 

And sure enough, you hear his growls turn into little whimpers, his clawed hands nudging you onto your back so he can lay his head on your chest and suck on your nipples to calm himself down. 

You rake your nails through his hair, gently scratching his scalp as you coo down at him, telling him how well he did for you and how much you love him, promising him that he’s the only one for you. 

Baby

“Baby, I can't take it anymore… I'm sorry.” You sniffle, pressing back against him as you try to flinch back from the vibrator which he has pressed against your spread pussy, but moving back only makes you take more of his cock inside you. 

“Too late. You wanted me to prove to you that you’re mine. I won't stop until you can't walk.” His deep voice resounds in your ear before he slaps a hand on your thigh and nudges his hips up, jostling you on his cock. “Now, keep riding me.”

You bite your lip, bracing your hands on the couch to give yourself some leverage as your tired body moves up and down over his cock, earning yourself an appreciative groan against your marked up neck. 

“That’s right, good girl.” He coos, his cock hot and throbbing inside your quivering pussy. 

The room feels hot and stuffy around you, your body overheating as his arm wraps around your body, pressing your sweaty body against his while you obediently move over his cock. 

But that’s not enough for Baby. No, he flicks a button on the vibrator, increasing the speed of it and making your legs shake as you yelp and struggle to hold your weight up and continue riding him. “Do you like this toy, baby? Those stupid humans are not so useless after all.”

Yes, you love it–your needy pussy getting all the attention it wants. But you also hate it. Baby can have you losing your mind on just his fingers or his tongue or his cock. He did not need more ammo to wreck you, but he’s really taken a liking to these human-made toys, and you shudder to think about what else he has in that big box he pulled the vibrator out of. 

Baby doesn’t appreciate your silence, pulling the vibrator away to slap your pussy lightly, making you shriek and jump on his cock, the sudden movement pulling a deep groan out of him. 

So he does it a few more times, enjoying feeling you squirming over his cock. 

“Ah, fuck.” He presses the vibrator against your pussy once again, rubbing it in circles between your folds. “Hurry up and milk my cock so that I can use your ass next.” 

“Baby!” You cry out as he pinches your nipples between his fingers, pulling on them harshly, making you gush around his cock as you cum. 

“That’s it, good girl. Squeeze that little pussy for me, and keep riding me. I won’t fucking stop until I’ve got you dripping with my cum.” He tells you, wrapping his arm around your waist again and using his demon strength to move you like a ragdoll up and down his cum while he pressing the vibrator to the spot where his cock and your pussy meet, the vibrations travelling up his cock and into your pussy, forcing you into another blinding orgasm that finally makes him cum. 

“Yes, yes…” He hisses, throwing the vibrator away and digging both his fingers into your ass, holding you down as he empties his balls inside of you. 

You slump against him, laying back until he’s satisfied he’s filled you up enough. When he’s done, he pushes you off him, pressing you back against the cough and throwing your legs over his shoulder, lining his cock with your pussy before pushing in once more. 

“Ah, baby, give me a moment!” You cry out, but Baby has never had a shred of sympathy in his body, and he ruthlessly fucks into your sore pussy, laughing at the screwed up look on your face. “Don’t cry yet, doll. Save it for later. We’ve got the whole night ahead of us.”

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A/N: as always, which one is your fave?

abby is so fucking ruthless and reader definitely is a match for him, while mystery was so fucking confused he's was so prepared to kill abby lmao romance going from worried and confused to vengeful is my jam

btw it's so hard writing separate smuts for all the boys so it might take me a while to get the next one out. it's also not my best writing because obv i won't invest as much time in a reaction as opposed to a series so apologies i swear my writing is better than this rip