꒰ people’s perverted princess .ᐟ ꒱ ⧽ unmedicated borderline. alternative music expert. vampire girl. older man enthusiast. perversion behavioral specialist. english & spanish speaker. vulgarity law. psychology major. paraphilic devotee. pope cody’s pseudo-incestuous girlfriend. jack abbot’s controversial age gap sweetheart.
being pope’s ex-girlfriend. you had understood him in ways no one else would, loved him in a way he never thought was possible, but all of that went down the drain when you found out he had more skeletons in his closet than you had imagined.
once you discovered all of the blood he had in his hands, your stomach had twisted in a way that made you feel sick.
you ended things.
the absence of your presence had sent pope down a spiral that no one else had ever seen. his instability grew worse in a way that threatened his livelihood, smurf had insisted he took care of you. removing you from the equation would be easiest, warning him about you telling the cops about their family, he had argued that you would never do that to him. baz insisted it would help him move on—which only earned him a beating from pope.
you felt as if you were in the brink of insanity, he wouldn’t leave you alone. he would camp out outside your work, waiting for you to leave, he would follow you home, sitting outside your building. you eventually made the (bad) decision to try and move on, finding a sweet, stable, guy to try and settle down with. one day though, he went missing, as if he had banished into thin air, you had tried to ignore the sinking dread that filled your stomach. that night, as you left work, pope had stood by your car, eyes intense, and as you came over to try and tell him to leave you alone, he stared at you as if you had hurt him. “i never thought you’d try to move on so fast.” he said, his words curdled inside your stomach. you stammered, wanting to know how he knew about your partner. he simply tilted his head, squeezing his hands at his side. “i know everything about you.” he said plainly, watching realization dawn in your features before your eyes filled with tears of anger—and grief.
pope didn’t spare much care about what he did to your partner. “he wasn’t good for you, anyway.” he said before leaving. you were left with the haunting fact that pope had murdered your boyfriend simply because you had left him.
despite being thrown in prison, pope never forgot about you, he was an addict, and his addiction was you. for years, you believed you wouldn’t have to worry about pope, after he stopped showing up at your apartment. you neglected telling the cops about what you had discovered in fear of what would happen to you. instead, you took the easy way out, you moved apartments, changed your job, and tried to close the book that consisted of him.
years passed and pope felt like a bad memory. life felt normal once again, until one night where you came back to your apartment after work only to find him inside your room, sitting on the edge of your bed, back straight and staring blankly at the wall. you felt sick. how was he able to find you? once he locked eyes with you, he blinked, staring at you with such an intensity you could feel it deep in your chest.
“i missed you.” he says, voice raspy from the lack of use before he stood and walked over to you. his presence pinning you right where you were, overwhelming and cornering, as if personal space meant nothing to him.
looks like all that running meant nothing all along.
NSFW ⟡.· ft. pope cody + fem. reader! giving your boyfriend a much needed handjob. spit play, kind of. reader is more perverted than pope, first time writing for pope as a test run. requests are open: rules + byf !
pope’s chest was heaving; the rise and fall of each heavy breath that rasped out of his lips felt hypnotizing under your needy gaze. his eyebrows were pinched together, his hands resting against the fabric of his denim pants, clipped nails scratching the rough fabric.
“you look so handsome,” you cooed, pressing your tits against his muscular arm with the simple intention of teasing the older man. the tension behind his skin was obvious, muscles pulled tight as he felt your slick touch against his girthy shaft, your touch was making him feel embarrassingly dizzy beside you. pope felt like a pubescent teenager with how hard he was, it was almost painful. for a man pushing forty, he shouldn’t be acting like a virgin—but fuck, it’s been so long.
pope only let out a small grunt, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment as your hand stroked his heavy cock at a steady pace. his cock was thick, aching, and sensitive, his tip blushing red with the constant stimulation that came from your soft hand. you savored the feeling of his skin against yours, feeling the veins that lined his shaft rub against the palm of your hand; the only thought that ran through your mind was a perverted: i wish he was inside me.
biting your bottom lip, you moved your gaze upward, watching his side profile as his head leaned back against your sofa’s backrest.
leaning in, you pressed your lips against the side of his neck. pope’s shoulders tensed at the wet feeling of your tongue pressed softly against the side of his neck; a small laugh left your lips. “do you mind hickies?” you murmured, pressing your head against his shoulder as you curled up to his side. he’s always been a particular guy who liked things a certain way, after all.
a shaky breath left his lips before he shook his head slightly, “no.” he shuddered.
a small smile curled on your lips before you leaned closer, earning a sideways glance from pope as he met your gaze, then found himself looking at your glossy lips. taking the opportunity, you pressed your lips desperately against his own. pope let out a heavy breath against your lips before he moved his hands from his lap; his touch was warm against your skin. one large hand pressed against the nape of your neck, keeping you close while he kissed you with a desperation that bordered on manic.
his other hand moved to press against your heavy breast, thick fingers digging into your soft skin as he groped. fingers occasionally rubbed against your hardened nipple, making you mewl against his lips.
your hand continued to work up and down his cock while his warm tongue pressed against your own. his saliva warmed your mouth messily before you pulled back with a pant. saliva kept your lips connected for a brief second. pope looked up at you, the blue of his irises practically hidden behind his widened pupils, his heart pounding against his chest while a warm feeling in his lower belly made his skin feel feverish.
his shirt was undone, its buttons rendered useless as the fabric remained open, exposed only to your hungry gaze.
“you taste good.” you whispered, keeping eye contact with him.
his jaw clenched as the fingers against the back of your neck clenched, tugging on your hair. you moaned, which made his hips twitch in return, his pelvis rolling against your hand before you pulled it away. a sudden chill hit the sensitive skin of his cock as your hand wasn’t pressed against it anymore.
“what are you doing?” he rasped out.
“spit on it.”
there was a pause that came after your words as he glanced down at your cupped hand under his mouth.
“what?”
“you heard me.” you teased.
pope’s shoulders were tense, his cock throbbing achingly at the lack of touch. furrowing his eyebrows, he hesitated for a brief moment before leaning closer and spitting into your open palm; the warm, wet feeling that came from it made you hum. he stared at you, waiting for your next move with widened eyes, his gaze pleading in a way he would never admit out loud. you stared into his pretty eyes. he looked so desperate for your touch, and not wanting to make him any longer, you moved your palm to your lips before spitting on it too.
his saliva mixed with your own before you moved your hand down to his cock. wrapping your hand around his girth and stroking as eagerly as before, you felt the wet slickness of saliva coat your hand and his shaft alongside his pre-cum.
this earned a whine from pope’s lips, a mumbled curse leaving his lips before he pulled you back into another kiss by the back of your neck. his lips were warm against your own, and while your hand remained pumping his cock, his grip on your neck didn’t loosen. instead, he pulled you even closer. his other hand moved shakily from your breast to cup the side of your face. his touch was soft, yet heavy, as he kissed with more vigor than before.
pope could let you jerk him off, he could let you pull the strings, but he sometimes likes to remind you that the person in power in the situation was always him.
your stomach fluttered at the firmness of his hold, even if he had to pull away to breathe. his hand found its way back down to your chest while you pressed kisses on his cheek, down his jaw, following the muscles of his neck before you paused against his pulse point. a soft breath left your lips as you felt the soft pitter-patter of his pulse before you pressed your lips against his skin, this time working to mark him up properly. making sure that any lingering eyes would be met with the obvious sight that pope wasn’t up for grabs.
pope let you, leaning his head to the side to give you more space to work on. the hand that rested on your neck gently traced down to your back, while the other moved to rest against your waist as he pulled you closer to his body.
he said your name, his voice shaky as the knot in his belly tightened harder and harder.
you could feel the throbbing of his cock against your hand, which only encouraged your touch. you worked to stroke his cock faster, making his breathing heavier as choked moans left his lips.
licking up his neck, you moved away to watch his face while you pumped your fist up and down his dick. your eyes were half-lidded, hyper-focused on each twitch of his face as his eyebrows furrowed upward, a crease appeared between his brows while his lips parted slightly. pope panted, feeling his stomach clench, his abdomen tightening while he rolled his hips against your palm desperately.
“fuck,” he choked out.
tightening his hold on you, he squeezed. the aching knot inside him finally snapped. with a jolt, pope’s body locked while his hips shuddered desperately, ropes of warm, sticky cum coating your soft skin as he gasped out a groan. a mess of incoherent words left his lips as he felt you firmly, yet slowly, pump his cock.
pope’s cock tensed and twitched against your hand. you continued to stroke his cock to help him ride out his orgasm. feeling the warm feeling of his cum making a mess over your hand, you hummed before finally pulling your hand away from his slowly softening dick.
his breathing was quick and rapid, his back leaning fully against your sofa. pope’s brain felt hazy in the aftereffects of an orgasm; only god knows how much he needed it.
moving his gaze over to you, a tired breath left his lips as he watched you lick his sticky cum from your hand. his face felt hot, though there was a visceral feeling of discomfort at the mess that your hand had become, with the mixture of saliva and his semen; he almost wanted you to go and wash your hands before touching him again. though, another part of him seemed too blissful to act on it.
“you’re a lot more eager than i thought you would be,” you hummed.
pope craned his neck up to look at you.
“yeah? is that a bad thing?” he said, voice soft.
you shook your head, a small smile curling at your lips. “no,” slowly you pulled away from his hold and moved to straddle his meaty thighs. pope blinked, looking up at you in a daze before his hands slowly moved to grip your plush hips.
“you’re not done though, right?” you teased, moving your hands to his freckled chest before pushing his shirt further apart, wanting to remove it.
his adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, but pope found himself shaking his head.
instead, he pulled himself up, moving to press his lips against yours as his hands found their way to your jaw. he let out a small groan into your mouth before he moved your body down to rest on the couch. pope kept his lips pressed against yours as he found himself crawling above your body, pulling back only to pull his shirt off and tug his denim pants down properly before moving to press his lips against your neck.
NSFW ⟡.· ft. jake sully + fem. reader 𓂃 trying to stay quiet while jake fucks you. implied age gap, reader likes to tease jake.
“fuck,” a heavy breath left jake’s chest, a large hand gripping your mouth, his fingers digging into your skin while his other arm stayed wrapped around your body. there was loud rustling and voices that interrupted the two of you.
your body was held up against him, your pretty cunt exposed as your back was pressed tight against his chest. your back arched slightly given the force of his grip, yet he didn’t budge. jake’s cock was nuzzled deep inside you, his tip pushing hard against your cervix, making it hard for you to stay quiet.
you squirmed against his hold, whining loudly against him, “shut up, shut up.” he mumbled, words quiet yet rough against your ear.
your bodies were hidden behind the luxurious flora of pandora, the grass tall and green, helping keep your bodies concealed. the voices of seemed to get louder, familiar na’vi being exchanged between each other as jake kept his hang clasped around your pretty mouth. knowing you, you would probably make noise just to irritate him.
just before this your pretty face had been shoved against the cool grass, jake keeping his hand heavy against the back of your head while he slammed his hips against you. his cock had been bruising your spongy cervix, molding your walls to take his cock perfectly.
hissing, you nipped at jake’s hand, not liking how he was keeping you quiet, fangs biting at the skin of his pan.
“i know, baby.” jake whispered, pressing his face against your hair, then moving to kiss your shoulder.
“i don’t want anyone to see you like this,” he continued, his grip loosening slightly, “it’s a view only reserved for me.”
his words made your stomach flutter, with his grip on your body now weaker, you took that opportunity to roll your hips against his cock, earning a huff from your mate.
“stop.” jake warned, eyes focused on the figures talking animatedly just a few feet away.
if jake wasn’t covering your mouth, you would giggle.
you clenched your warm, sticky walls around his cock, which in return made his cock twitch. jake called your name, moving to grip your hip tightly. “behave.” jake hissed, which only made your cunt flutter.
his ears twitched, tail curling around the grass in frustration.
just then, the voices became lower, the rustling moving farther away.
glancing up at the scenery around you two, he made sure there was no one around, then he pulled his hand away from your mouth.
“fuck.”
he groaned, barely giving you time to open your mouth before his hand moved to grip your hair tightly, moving you back to the floor, this time his grip tighter as your back arched.
“jake!” you hissed.
hands coming to grip the grass beneath you, your pretty ass angled up, giving him a full view of your filled cunt. your pussy lips slick with your juices, making it easy to accommodate his fat cock.
leaning his head back, he grit his teeth.
“i told you to behave.” he scolded though his voice didn’t hold any heat behind it.
you rolled your eyes, tail flicking as a small playful smile came to your lips. “and i didn’t listen.” you shrugged. your indifference made jake huff, you’re such a smart ass.
“you know better than that, baby.” he sighed, jake’s hands moving to grope your ass.
“now i gotta put you in your place, hm?”
it was his turn to be a pain in the ass.
“bet you’d like that, right? my baby girl, pissing me off just so she can get put in her place.” jake smirked, shoving his cock fully inside you—which earned a whine from you.
NSFW ⟡.· ft. chrollo lucilfer + fem. reader 𓂃 your hate for chrollo ran deep after months of captivity by his hand. in a desperate attempt to escape this nightmare, murdering him seemed like the best route to escape. unfortunately, you underestimated the infamous troupe leader. trigger warning for noncon, mentions of past captivity, attempted murder.
His hands were soft, you had noticed that considering how gentle his caresses against your skin were. Chrollo was a lot more physical with his affection than you had ever assumed.
Now, those deceitfully soft hands remained iron clad against your fragile neck.
Choked cries left your lips as his hips met yours in a pace that had your brain slack—that or was it the lack of oxygen that was causing this feeling. At this point, you weren’t sure. Your head felt hot, his thumbs pressing down onto your windpipe in a way that made your throat feel scratchy and your ears feel like they were about to pop.
Your eyes were locked onto Chrollo’s, wide and glassy, filled with hot tears that continuously slipped down your pretty face.
“P-Please—!”
You sobbed, at this point you weren’t sure what you were begging for. For him to stop fucking you? For him to let go of your neck? For him to let you live? Or for him to spare you some mercy and kill you? The latter, maybe. His presence in your life had completely ruined it. Your captivity wasn’t gruesome in a gory way, sure, but it was so isolating and psychologically destructive that it had lead you here.
Titling his head, deep gray eyes blank as he stared down at you. Face impassive to your pleading of your tears.
Chrollo always liked it when you cried, it made your face all blotchy and your eyes sparkle so nicely against the dim light inside his bedroom. “Please what?” He cooed, voice surprisingly steady despite his cock continuously slamming against your bruised cervix.
“You know what happens when you don’t follow my rules,” He continued, his grip on your neck tightening more, completely cutting off your availability to breathe.
Of course you knew, but your hatred had surged farther than your fear of this man.
You had been sloppy, utterly novice in your attempt to murder him. You had told yourself, ‘it can’t be that hard,’ when you gripped your blade. Hands shaky despite the surge of confidence your brain had deluded you into believing.
When your blade had come down onto his sleeping form, you had no time to think before you felt a firm grip on your arm. The limb being twisted in a way that immobilized you from the pain. How? How had he known? You swore he had been asleep, you had even called his name, tapped his shoulder, shook his shoulder. He had been out like a rock, at least that’s what he made you believe. Now, you were merely paying the consequences.
“You know, it is admirable.” Chrollo murmured, easing up his grip on your neck before you could pass out. This time he moved his hand to grip your chin, his palm covering your mouth as his dead gray eyes stared into yours.
“You were brave, sloppy, but brave. That’s why I love you.” He said your name so sweetly, despite his criticisms of you, his voice coming out as a soft sigh as his hips rolled against yours again—and again, and again.
Sobbing, you shook your head.
He ruined your life!
Leaning in, Chrollo pressed his lips gently against your forehead. His touch so gentle despite the fact that he was actively raping you. He was disgusting. Your stomach turning harshly as you felt him press his head against your shoulder
“But, you hurt my feelings with that little stunt. Here I believed we were making progress, now it seems like we’re back in square one.”
Your cries remained muffled, your body trembling as you squeezed his thick shaft, earning a soft groan from him.
His hand moved from your mouth, arms moving to rest against the sides of your head as he pulled himself up.
“Fuck—y-you.” You spat, despite the waver in your words.
Humming, one Chrollo’s hands moved to the back of your head, fingers gently combing through your hair before he gripped at your scalp. Your neck craned uncomfortably as he kept that painful grip on your hair.
“You were always so misbehaved, perhaps I need to teach you some manners. What do you think?”
Wincing, you did your best to glare at him despite the tears in your eyes. As you opened your mouth to argue, the only thing you found leaving your lips as a noise that bordered on pleasure as he pushed his cock right against that gummy spot inside your warm cunt that had your shoulders tensing in humiliation.
Clearly noticing that reaction, Chrollo’s lips curled into a small smirk as he moved his hands to your plush hips. Adjusting your hips so each slam of his hips hit that same spot, leaving your body no other choice but to grow into enjoying it as he abused your pussy.
“There you go,” he praised, watching your body jolt with each slam of his hips. “I’m just settling the score.” Chrollo explained, leaning his head back as his stomach coiled in bliss. Your brain tried its hardest to black out—to disassociate—to disconnect from this situation. Humiliation, rage, and fear all curled into one. You wished you hadn’t been so stupid, to think you could kill the head of the spiders so easily.
Pushing his hips flushed against yours in a final, forceful, thrust. Chrollo’s body leaned over yours again. Pumping you full of his sticky cum, he inhaled deeply, his lips finding your skin once more.
“Ah,” he murmured, his soft hands moving to gently caress your face. He wiped away your fallen tears with a deceitful warm smile.
“Next time, you need to play your cards better if you want to kill me, my love.”
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male readers, it’s just not my thing! i will only write for fem! readers. anything related to minors, not even if they’re aged up, it’s not my thing. obv nothing that’s racist or pedophilic, etc.
𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒!
even if i write topics that are considered taboo, i am a victim & use this to cope and find control in the past!! i often donate to organizations that support survivors of trauma & are studying to become a clinical psychologist to help others that have been in my shoes.
the demon slayer corps send you on a mission to find the weak spot of the infamous upper rank two demon, douma, and despite you making yourself fit into his devout cult, the demon was quick to know there was mole inside his walls.
SOMNOPHILIA! ft. douma + slayer! reader
you had no other choice but to fall asleep beside him. captivity by the hands of an upper rank was worse than what you had ever imagined, but with a dying spark of hope, you wanted to believe sleep would be a safe escape from this nightmare. turns out, you were wrong. trigger warning for somnophilia + noncon.
𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐗 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑.
DESPERATION! ft. chrollo lucilfer + reader
your hate for chrollo ran deep after months of captivity by his hand. in a desperate attempt to escape this nightmare, murdering him seemed like the best route to escape. unfortunately, you underestimated the infamous troupe leader. trigger warning for noncon, mentions of past captivity, attempted murder.
𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐑.
KEEPING QUIET! ft. jake sully + reader
it’s almost like you want to get caught. having sex in pandora was both intimate yet widely exposed. in one of those instances, while inside you, jake has to make sure you stay quiet to keep any other leering eyes away from you.
𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐎𝐔𝐒. — perverted thoughts!
WIFE! ft. muzan kibutsuji + wife! reader
what it would be like for the king of demons to have a wife.
hiiii💌💌please can i request anything with douma x reader and somnophilia? i LOVE your writing!!!!
NSFW ⟡.· ft. douma + fem. reader 𓂃 you had no other choice but to fall asleep beside him. captivity by the hands of an upper rank was worse than what you had ever imagined, but with a dying spark of hope, you wanted to believe sleep would be a safe escape from this nightmare. turns out, you were wrong. trigger warning for somnophilia + noncon.
iridescent eyes stared down upon you, wide and curious, an empty grin curled on douma’s lips, and you slept.
you looked so restful, beautiful even, he could eat you right up!
how silly, to rest so soundly beside a demon. yet, he didn’t mind your idocity. instead, his hand came to rest upon your head, petting your hair as if you were nothing but a dog.
pretty girl. you were such a pretty girl.
with a long sigh, douma straightened up against the futon. with one last glance at your peaceful face, douma moved to crawl above your dormant body, with one large hand moving to your legs, pushing them apart with such care no one would’ve thought about what his true intentions were. douma watched as the robes that covered you moved, clearing his view between your thighs.
his eyebrows raised in pleasant surprise, you had no underwear on. oh my.
he felt a soft twitch inside his pants. were you that stupid? douma sighed blissfully, large hands resting in your inner thighs, keeping them apart as he leaned down. it smelled delicious, too. the scent of human skin, the warm feeling of something alive beneath him made his hunger swirl. but, despite how appetizing your body smelled, refused to act on his biological cannibalistic urge tonight. as he leaned his himself against the futon, the demon worked to place his deceivingly warm tongue against your cunt. his tongue found itself between your warm lips, licking up against your clit as if he was licking an ice cream cone.
his eyes shut in bliss.
your body tensed, hips shivering, but he couldn’t care less. if you woke up, it wouldn’t end his fun, if anything it would make his evening better. douma wrapped his mouth around the mound of nerves that sat prettily on top of your glistening slit.
douma ate you out with vigor that bordered on animalistic. his clawed hands digging into your thighs, excitement swirling in his veins as the tent in his pants grew tall. he groaned softly. laying down on his stomach was he rested between your thighs, his hips grinding against the futon in their own desperate want for friction. dry humping the cushions to try and calm himself, but it wasn’t the same. your warm, wet cunt was nothing compared to the futon.
he wanted to stuff himself inside your unconscious body desperately, but he couldn’t bring himself to pull back from your cunt just yet. you tasted like candy to him, which came to no surprise considering his food intake completely centered around human—especially women’s—bodies. it took a very high sense of self control inside him to stop him from digging his fangs into your helpless body and just feast on you whole.
you let out a small noise, a muffled moan in your slumber.
douma only licked and sucked harder, his mind swirling. ahh, just to hear you like this, it was like a drug for him. he had to savor it, right? he wasn’t sure you would be as accepting of his touches if you were awake; nonetheless, douma didn’t find himself caring.
you let out a shudder, thighs twitching, before your body tensed—your thighs tried to shift, but he wouldn’t let them move under his grip.
a sweet slick suddenly coated his awaiting tongue, he groaned.
did the pretty slayer just cum on his tongue? oh, he would never let you live this down!
pulling back, douma licked his glossy lips as he sat back on his knees, hands eagerly moving to the bulge in his pants.
between heavy breaths, he undid his trousers, barely moving them down his meaty thighs, before he crawled closer to your sleeping body. his eyebrows raised in curiosity, his hand gripped his thick shaft, giving himself slow pumps as he leaned his head to the side before he saw your glossy pussy again.
moving closer, douma moved your thighs to rest against his hips before he made enough space for his body to tap his cock against your puffy clit. biting his bottom lip as he then watched his rosy tip push apart your pussy lips, he slowly he sinked himself inside you, wanting to savor the feeling of his thick cock getting squeezed by your cunt. he let out a small laugh before his hand moved to rest against your hip, the other gently resting against your lower belly.
he pressed down, slowly moving his cock, “so warm..” he noted, eyes briefly rolling back as he moved his hips before they met against yours again.
he let out a giddy chuckle, the squeeze of your pussy making his head hurt.
the intrusion between your thighs made you shift once more, your thighs moving and twitching, but this time the movements felt more conscious.
your hands moved, blindly moving to grip the futon, and your cunt squeezed even harder, in an attempt to push away whatever was intruding inside you—then your eyes snapped opened.
a yelp left your lips, bleary eyes meeting his in shock.
“oops, was i too fast?” douma hummed, “good morning, you know!” he chuckled, his hips still moving against yours in a firm pace that made your body jolt at each thrust. with each move of his hips, his tip to pressed kisses against your cervix, making your body tense.
you choked on your breathing, eyes wide open, your brain couldn’t wrap around what was happening.
his room was dark; only one meek candle by the door barely kept the room illuminated. the horror to see him towering over you with that empty, fake grin and his widened rainbow colored eyes piercing through you was paralyzing. that combined with the feeling of his cock pushing apart your cunt made your lips tremble.
your gaze had moved away from him, then to the door, the grip you had on the sheets was tight. you took in a deep breath, the only thought you could muster while being so actively disoriented was: you needed to scream. surely there would be a person roaming the halls nearby, someone that could walk in and see the beautiful cult leader raping a poor woman. douma always had a sixth sense that made it easy for him to always be two steps away, and just as your lips parted to cry out, a heavy hand landed on your lips.
douma’s nails dug into your cheek, “ah-ah, it’s late. my followers are asleep! i never thought you’d be so selfish to wake them,” he said, voice laced with fake disappointment, yet you knew there was a threat lingering beneath his tone; his nails were sharp, painful against your delicate flesh, reminder to not push his patience.
your frightened gaze met his once more, and in an act of desperation, you bit his hand, hard. he tensed, yet there was a lack of reaction that had your body trembling in desperation.
“ow,” he simply said, snickering, before his hips slammed against yours. the force making your eyes shut tight as you bit back a moan that wanted to leave your lips.
“you need some manners, did you know that?” he sighed, feigning frustration, his hand still clasped over your pretty mouth. you glared at him, struggling against his grip. but douma was unfairly powerful, and you, a meek human body compared to him? it was a losing fight, and you knew it.
“why don’t you relax, hm?” he moaned.
“i know you like it,” he whispered, pressing his body against yours before he moved to rest his head against your shoulder, wanting to stay as close to you as he possibly could.
“squeezing me so tight, the body never lieees.” he cooed, mocking you.
you wished you could punch that stupid smile from his face; he made you sick. the hatred you had for him ran deep, despite this, your overstimulated cunt tightened.
shutting your eyes, you leaned your head back, your thighs wrapping around his hips.
douma chuckled, “there we go.”
his hand came to your head once more, petting your hair gently, “good girl.”
imagine an being in an age gap relationship with the hashira 😖😖 they probs spoil you and treat you like a princess.. maybe not sanemi but it’s okay i forgive him
controversial take but kyojuro has such insanely good potential to be a yandere & have dark content fics written about him..
like he’s so respected and loved by the people around him that no one would suspect he would be a yandere, and he would use that for his advantage when it comes to his obsession with the reader. let me cook 😖
the idea of MUZAN having a wife is addicting, a beautiful woman kept away from the insanity of the demon slayer corps. one that has him wrapped around her finger. one that has no fears of disagreeing with him, despite knowing how powerful he is.
one that teases him, after a long evening trying to understand the mystery of the blue spider lily—she comes behind his chair, rubbing his tense muscles slowly. “my love, haven’t you had enough?” she would whisper, a small smirk curling on her painted lips.
muzan wouldn’t answer.
too frustrated to play into his wife’s stupid antics, but that wouldn’t deter her. in fact, it would only egg her on even more. so much so that she leans in forward, pressing her lips against his neck, cooing at him.
“muzan.. come rest for a bit.” she would whisper, voice low and intertwined with hidden meaning.
muzan would really try to ignore her, he needed to find this god forsaken flower, but her voice was so low, so playful, it was agitating.
and a turn on.
so, like any good husband would do, he would shut his book tight, then take her hand before leading her to sit on his lap.
he truly hated how she always found herself under his skin, he was the king of demons—and if he wanted to he could kill her, but his chest swirled with someone so sickeningly close to love it angered him. yet, he couldn’t bring himself to hurt her.
thinking about how you’re cockwarming douma & he’s just so fascinated over you—as that’s the closest thing he would ever feel that could resemble love—that he simply wants to be with you forever.
so, his strong arms wrap around you, warm and firm, before his body begins to absorb you.
