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stop by and grab a bite. 🍡 24.

[peachdues]

Big believer in the “Sanemi takes out his frustration/exhaustion on you in the bedroom” agenda but not in the way you expect. Sure, he may seem like the type to throw you onto the nearest piece of furniture, unbuckle his belt, and fuck you both senseless, but that’s not what he does.

Well, he fucks you senseless. His chosen method for doing so is by kneeling between your thighs and absolutely suffocating himself in your pussy.

You know his mood the second he appears in your doorway, eyes dark, tongue darting out to wet his lips. The sight of him alone has your thighs pressing reflexively together, because you know what he needs. What he’s hungry for.

And, judging by the way he pounces on you, he’s particularly pissed off — at demons or at the younger slayers who never seem up to snuff, you don’t know, and it doesn’t matter.

“Sanemi,” you whine over an hour later, breathless and trembling, your thighs quivering atop the ko boko where the Wind Pillar has sat you. The gorgeously lacquered wood has been stained and smeared by your wetness, but Sanemi is far past the point of caring. “P-please — a break —“

Sanemi’s grunt of disapproval vibrates against your sensitive flesh, making you buck into his mouth. God damn, his tongue knows just where to curl, how to flex to make the knot behind your navel cinch tighter and tighter. And when Sanemi’s fingers find your aching clit and his palm presses right below your belly button, you can’t decide if the way your hands twist in his hair is to draw him closer or to push him away.

For the seventh, or maybe eighth tonight (you’ve lost count), climax ruptures through your lower body, electric pleasure singing every nerve in your body until you can’t remember any other sensation other than this: Sanemi, and his wicked tongue and deft fingers, expertly picking you apart while you beg for him to put you back together. He rocks his face against your center, the roughened stubble along his jaw scraping your inner thighs raw and you arch harder into him, soaking him with another gush of your sticky pleasure.

It’s a brutal high. Punishing and relentless, waves of euphoria undulating down upon you until you’re nearly drowning in it. But the comedown is gentle, like Sanemi’s lips as he kisses down the seam of your cunt. It doesn’t last, however; it never does, when he’s in a mood like this.

“Hey.” His voice is rough and gravelly, a biting contrast to the softness of his mouth. When you don’t meet his eye, his teeth sink into the meat of your thigh, the sharp prick of pain forcing your bleary gaze to find his.

Sanemi smirks, mouth and chin shiny with you. “You’re done when I say you are.”

[parseltonguekisses]

giving sirius head because he's stressed 18+

Sirius exhales, ragged and low, and watches, pupils blown, as you sink to your knees between his boots. His stressed out sigh had barely reached fruition before you The rug at Grimmauld Place is threadbare velvet, centuries of footsteps ground into its weave, and it rasps against your stockings like a warning. You don’t care. Your fingers hook the waistband of his trousers, tug slow enough that the drag of fabric over skin sounds like a secret.

He swallows, adam's apple bobbing, and stares heavy lidded as you peel the last layer down. His cock springs free—heavy, flushed rose, a single bead of precum trembling at the slit like liquid starlight. It’s obscene how pretty he is, all sharp angles and soft ruin.

You glance up through your lashes, slow and deliberate, his weakness and you know it. His breath hitches; jaw slack, his lips parted on a soundless curse. A flush climbs his throat, spills across his cheekbones—delicate, feverish and oh, so pretty. His hand finds your hair, not pushing, just resting, fingers trembling with the effort of restraint.

You lean in. The first swipe of your tongue is kitten-soft, gathering that bead, salt and heat blooming across your tongue. Sirius’s hips jerk, a tiny, involuntary thrust that nudges the head against your lips. You open wide for him, take the crown in a wet, slow slide. The stretch of your jaw aches, perfect. Spit pools almost instantly, slicking the way as you sink lower, cheeks hollowing.

A broken moan tears out of him—low, filthy, vibrating through his chest. His fingers tighten in your hair, guiding, not forcing, setting a lazy rhythm that has your throat fluttering around him. Each bob drags another sound: a hiss when your tongue presses the vein underneath, a choked “fuck” when you swallow and he hits the back of your throat.

You pull off with a wet pop. A silver thread of spit stretches from your swollen bottom lip to his glistening tip, quivers, snaps. It splatters warm across your chin. You don’t wipe it away. Instead you cup his balls—heavy, drawn tight—roll them gently, feel the fine hairs catch on your damp palm. Sirius’s head falls back against the chair, exposing the long line of his throat, a low, desperate whine spilling out.

You take him deep again. The second gag is louder, wetter; spit bubbles at the corners of your mouth, drips in fat drops onto the rug, darkening the crimson weave. Your own arousal slicks the inside of your thighs, cooling in the drafty room, the scent of it sharp and sweet beneath the heavier musk of him.

“Look at me,” he rasps, voice shredded velvet. His hand finds its way to your swollen lips, wiping the sheen as his glazed eyes take you in. He's going to get in fights with his parents more around you, if this is the reward.

You look up at him. Tears cling to your lashes, mascara smudged into soft bruises beneath your eyes. The sight undoes him—his hips snap up once, hard, burying himself to the root. You choke, throat spasming, and the sound itself could kill him; his grip turns iron, fucking your mouth in short, filthy thrusts. Spit strings from your lips with every withdrawal, clings to his shaft, drips onto his balls in glistening ropes.

You’re dripping onto the carpet now, a steady pulse of heat that soaks through cotton and wool alike. Your fingers dig into his thighs, nails leaving crescents through the fabric. Sirius’s moans climb—higher, thinner, edged with desperation—until he’s trembling on the brink.

“Baby– ah, fuck— I'm close,” he warns, voice cracking like a schoolboy’s.

You hollow your cheeks, suck hard, and he's coming undone—a guttural curse, hips stuttering, cock pulsing thick and hot against your tongue. You swallow greedily, but it’s too much; pearly strands spill from the corners of your mouth, slide down your chin in slow, sticky trails. When he’s spent, you pull off slow, lips shiny and swollen, letting the last drop fall onto your waiting tongue like communion.

Sirius hauls you up by the hair, kisses you messy and deep, licking the taste of himself from your mouth. His thumb smears the mess across your cheek, reverent.

“Pretty little wreck,” he murmurs, breathless, eyes still dazed. “All mine.”

[powderedmochi]

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[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]

Not that any one is waiting for my post this week but I just wanted y’all to know I’m sick so there won’t be one. :( I’ve been sleeping most of the day I just can’t bring myself to write anything. Please vote for the next topic, someone wanted Mitsuri and Obanai but I also want to do something with Giyuu?

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Obanai x Mitsuri (x reader??)

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[yanderslutt]

❝𝐑𝐮𝐧 𝐀𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐈’𝐥𝐥 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲.❞

– a mafia AU scene with Yandere!Muzan Kibutsuji

summary: You escaped the man who ruled the underground, child in arms and fire in your chest. But love like Muzan’s doesn’t die—it festers. It tracks. It waits. And when he finds you again… he doesn’t want an apology. He wants surrender.

cw's ; yandere themes, dubcon tones, possessive behavior, emotional manipulation, power imbalance, smut, mild degradation, obsession, toxic relationship dynamics, captivity undertones, implied stalking, rough sex, aftercare absent, Muzan being unhinged as hell.

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(oneshot!)

The grocery store was quiet. Too quiet.

Just the soft hum of fluorescent lights and the creak of her shopping cart as she pushed it down the cereal aisle. Her daughter was seated inside the cart, one chubby fist clinging to a box of animal crackers. Y/N smiled down at her—small, safe, sweet. She hadn’t smiled in weeks.

Maybe… maybe they were finally safe.

The new city. The burner phone. The apartment under a fake name. She’d been careful—god, so careful. Never using cards. Never staying too long. Her heart still raced at every knock on the door, but maybe… maybe she’d done it.

She reached for a box of formula.

And froze.

There was a white rose in the formula bin.

Fresh.

Perfect.

Cold dread slid down her spine as she turned—slowly, slowly—expecting a ghost.

But it wasn’t a ghost.

It was him.

Muzan Kibutsuji, in a black silk shirt and gloves, standing at the end of the aisle like a nightmare dressed in couture. Not a hair out of place. No expression on his face. Just a stare. A terrifying, beautiful, endless stare.

He didn’t move.

He didn’t need to.

Y/N’s chest caved inward. Her daughter gurgled softly in the cart, unaware.

"You look tired," Muzan said softly, stepping closer. His voice was velvet and steel. "Running must be exhausting.”

“Don’t,” she warned, backing up. “Don’t come near her.”

He paused, tilted his head.

“Oh?” He smiled faintly. “You think I came here for you?”

Y/N’s blood went cold.

“I came for her.” He looked into the child’s eyes, then back at Y/N. “But you… you’ll follow. You always do.”

She grabbed the cart handle tighter, trying to move—trying to think—but his voice pinned her like a blade.

“I gave you everything. My name. My protection. A child born of my blood. And you repay me by disappearing?” His eyes darkened. “Tell me, Y/N—do you truly believe you can outrun me? That there’s a single place on this planet where my reach won’t touch you?”

“I don’t belong to you.”

“You never did,” he said simply, stepping forward now, slow and merciless. “You’ve always belonged to me.”

He reached into his coat.

She flinched—

But it wasn’t a gun.

It was a pacifier.

Her daughter squealed with joy.

Y/N’s breath broke.

“Let’s go home,” Muzan murmured, sliding the pacifier into the toddler’s hand. “You’ve played house long enough.”

The silence inside the car was unbearable.

Smooth leather. Blacked-out windows. The faint scent of sandalwood and danger.

Y/N sat stiffly, her daughter asleep against her chest, her hand cradling the toddler’s head as if shielding her from the darkness seated only a few feet away.

Muzan.

Legs crossed, one arm draped over the backrest, eyes lazily tracking her like a lion watching its prey breathe for the last time. There was no driver. The car drove itself, custom-built like everything else he owned. Including her.

She finally spoke, voice shaking. “You planned this.”

“Of course I did,” he replied, unbothered. “You think I found you in a grocery store by chance?”

Her mouth went dry.

“I’ve been watching you since the day you left,” he continued softly. “Your new apartment? Cute. Your neighbor—the woman who watches your daughter while you work? She thinks I’m your brother.” He chuckled. “She even gave me your spare key.”

Y/N blinked, heart plummeting. He wasn’t lying. He never lied. That was the worst part—he didn’t have to.

“I don’t want your money,” she whispered. “Or your power. I just want peace.”

“You don’t get peace,” Muzan said, leaning forward now, elbows on his knees. “You had my child. That makes you mine. You stole from me when you ran.”

“I didn’t steal—”

“You stole a life that belongs in my world,” he snapped, voice low but cracking with fury. “Do you know what that does to a man like me, Y/N? Knowing my daughter was eating store-brand formula while you hid in a one-bedroom walk-up with paper-thin walls?”

She flinched, but he wasn’t done.

“I offered you safety,” he continued, calmer now—eerily calm. “Luxury. A future where no one would dare even look at you the wrong way. And you threw it away.”

“I was suffocating.”

“You were adored.”

Silence.

He stared at her—gazed at her like he was trying to memorize every piece of her face again. “Do you know I kept your toothbrush? The one you left behind. I had it sealed. Preserved. It still smells like you.”

Y/N’s stomach twisted.

“Why are you telling me this?” she asked quietly.

“Because you need to understand, Y/N…” he leaned closer, voice brushing her skin like silk. “You don’t run from me. You can’t. You never could. I let you go because I needed you to see what life without me would feel like.”

His eyes dropped to the sleeping child.

“But now that you’ve had your little rebellion, your tears, your cheap apartments and discount formula…” he smiled—deadly, cold. “Now we go home.”

“I’m not going back to that house,” she hissed. “I won’t let you control me again.”

He nodded slowly.

“Alright. Then I’ll build you a new one.”

She blinked.

“You want control?” he murmured, inching across the seat until he was right in front of her. “Then take it. Raise our daughter where you want. Sleep when you want. Call the shots. But know this—there is no version of this world where you exist… without me in it.”

He lifted a hand—slowly, giving her time to pull away.

She didn’t.

Fingers brushed her cheek, soft as breath.

“You’re mine, Y/N. And I’m done pretending you’re not."

-

Velvet drapes. Gold accents. Fresh orchids on the marble counters. The skyline spilled through floor-to-ceiling windows like a kingdom he owned—and in many ways, he did.

Y/N sat stiffly at the dining table, dressed in a silky black slip that had been laid out for her on the bed. Her daughter was asleep in the adjacent room—guards posted outside the door. Muzan had made it clear: she was safe. But she wasn’t.

Dinner was served by no one. It simply appeared—plated, exquisite, and steaming hot.

Muzan poured her wine.

She didn’t drink it.

He chuckled softly. “Still scared I’ll poison you?”

She glared.

He sat at the head of the table like a king with no opposition. Black-on-black suit. Gloves. Gold ring. Unbothered. He cut his steak with calculated grace.

"You’re quiet," he murmured.

She didn’t respond.

He smiled. “You always gave me the silent treatment when you were angry. But that was before I put a ring on your finger. Before you gave me a daughter. Now you don’t get to shut me out.”

“You’re insane,” she whispered. “You hunted me. Tracked me down. You don’t love me—you own me.”

He paused mid-bite. Set his knife down.

Then: “Do you really believe I don’t love you?”

She flinched.

“Every minute you were gone felt like a century,” he said, tone clipped with heat. “Do you know what it’s like to have everything and still feel empty? I could’ve filled this room with gold and it would’ve still felt hollow without the sound of your voice in it.”

“I left because I couldn’t breathe.”

“You left because you were afraid of how much you loved me.”

Y/N stood abruptly, the chair scraping.

“Don’t do that,” she warned. “Don’t twist it.”

“Twist?” He rose too. “I built a world for you. For her. You left because you thought I was dangerous—but I never laid a hand on you. I protected you. Worshipped you.”

“You controlled me!”

Silence.

And then—she grabbed her wine glass and hurled it.

It shattered against the wall beside his head, crimson streaking the white wallpaper like blood.

Her chest heaved.

Muzan didn’t move.

Not even a blink.

Instead… he smiled.

Dark. Slow. Unholy.

Then he whispered: “Good.”

He stepped forward.

“I like when you fight.”

She stepped back.

But he didn’t stop.

“You think I want a doll? Some obedient thing that bows when I speak?” He reached her. Caged her in between the table and his frame. “No, Y/N. I want you. The woman who screams. The woman who throws things. The woman who tried to run with my blood in her body and thought I wouldn’t chase her.”

His gloved hand reached up—brushed her jaw.

Her breath hitched.

“You still love me,” he said, voice low. “You hate that you do. But your body remembers. Your heart remembers.”

She trembled.

He leaned in—his breath brushing her lips. Not kissing. Just there.

“You can pretend you’re free. But even now, look where you are.”

Her eyes filled.

He tilted his head.

“I missed this. The fury in your eyes. The way your hands shake when you want to slap me but don’t. You’re still mine, Y/N. Even in anger.”

And then—he backed away.

Just like that.

Leaving her breathless. Teetering on the edge of a thousand repressed feelings.

He poured himself another glass of wine, casual. Unbothered.

"Eat something," he said, without looking. "You need your strength."

-

The air conditioner hummed softly in the bedroom, but Y/N couldn’t sleep.

Her daughter lay curled beside her, tiny fingers fisted in the blanket. Peaceful. Dreaming.

Y/N’s eyes, however, remained open. Her body still hummed with tension—rage, confusion, and… something worse. Something warm. Something traitorous.

Her feet touched the carpet.

She stepped into the living room in silence, heart still hammering from earlier—dinner, glass, his words. His hands.

And then she saw him.

Muzan.

Out on the balcony.

Shirtless. Smoking.

The moon spilled across his pale skin, sculpting every inch of his back into the body of a god. He leaned against the railing like he was made for it, like the entire skyline bowed to him.

She hated how beautiful he looked like that.

She hated that her body still remembered.

“You can come out,” he said, without turning. “I know you’re there.”

Her hands clenched at her sides, but she stepped out anyway, barefoot on cold marble.

He didn’t look at her. Just took another slow drag of his cigarette. Exhaled toward the stars.

“I thought you’d be asleep by now,” he said.

“I can’t sleep when I feel like a prisoner.”

He smirked.

“You’re not a prisoner, Y/N. You’re my wife.”

“You’re insane.”

“That’s not a denial.”

She glared, crossing her arms. “Why are you out here?”

“I needed to cool off. You got under my skin tonight.” He turned now—slowly—and the sight of him made her stomach flip.

His body was lean, powerful, tattooed across his ribs with crimson ink: a thorny sigil she'd never asked about. His eyes glowed faintly under the moonlight—wolfish. Waiting.

“You fight so beautifully,” he murmured, stepping toward her. “But even now, you came out here. You could’ve stayed in bed.”

“I came to tell you to stop.”

“Liar.”

He was in front of her now. Close. His heat swallowed her.

“I know that look,” Muzan whispered. “That trembling in your fingers. That little shiver in your spine. You’re not scared of me, Y/N. You’re scared of what you want.”

She shook her head, but he caught her chin.

“Still lying,” he said, voice velvet. “Let me help you remember.”

And then—he kissed her.

Slow.

Burning.

One hand on her cheek, the other splayed low on her back, pulling her into his bare chest. She gasped into his mouth, fists curling in protest—until they didn’t.

Until her nails dug into his shoulders.

Until her body remembered too much.

He deepened the kiss with a growl, mouth rougher now, tongue sliding against hers with greedy reverence.

“I hate you,” she whispered, breaking the kiss with a pant.

“Then show me,” he whispered back, dragging his lips down her neck.

She slapped him. Hard.

He blinked… then smiled like the sick man he was.

“Again,” he rasped. “Let it out.”

But instead—she yanked him back into her mouth, this time biting his lip, kissing him like it was the last thing she’d ever do.

He grunted, hands now gripping her hips, dragging her flush against his body. She could feel everything. Every hard, dangerous inch of him pressing into her, aching with restraint.

“Say it,” he hissed against her mouth.

“No.”

“Say you missed me.”

She bit his shoulder. “Never.”

He spun her—pinned her against the glass of the balcony.

The city glowed beneath her. Her reflection stared back at her in the window—hair messy, lips bruised, breath fogging the glass.

Muzan was behind her, panting against her ear.

“Tell me to stop,” he said, voice shaking now. “I fucking dare you.”

She didn’t.

Instead—she pressed her hips back against him.

He groaned like he was breaking apart.

“I hate you,” she whispered again.

And he smiled.

“Then hate me louder.”

Her palms pressed against the glass, breath fogging the cold surface. Muzan's bare chest burned against her back, the heat of him unbearable. Possessive hands skimmed under the hem of her silk slip, tracing the line of her thighs with the reverence of a god rediscovering his temple.

"You want to be punished for leaving, don’t you?" he whispered, voice low and lethal against her ear. “All that running… you knew I’d catch you. Did the chase make you wet, sweetheart?”

She didn’t answer, but the tremble in her body did.

He smiled.

With a sharp tug, the delicate strap of her slip fell down her shoulder. Then the other. He peeled it off like a gift he’d been waiting to unwrap—slowly, deliberately, letting the silk pool at her feet. She stood bare before the city, heart thundering in her ears, completely exposed in the hands of the man she hated. The man who knew her better than anyone else.

“You’re shaking,” Muzan murmured, lips brushing the shell of her ear. “But not from fear. No… this is something else.”

He dragged his gloved hand down the curve of her spine, fingers trailing fire. When he reached the dip of her hips, he cupped her from behind—pressing into her warmth, palm molding to her heat like he was claiming it. Like he was reminding her whose it was.

“Still mine,” he breathed. “Even after all this time.”

She bit her lip, refusing to cry out, but he was relentless.

With one arm, he wrapped around her waist, dragging her hips back to meet his—her body arching, spine curving perfectly into his chest. His other hand slid between her thighs, gloved fingers moving with practiced control, spreading her open with obscene intimacy.

“You feel that?” he growled, grinding his hard length against her backside. “This is what you ran from? You thought you could live without this? Without me?”

His fingers teased her entrance—just enough to make her gasp, just enough to deny her the release she was already begging for with every twitch of her thighs.

“I should bend you over right here,” he whispered, pressing her harder against the glass. “Make the whole fucking city watch you fall apart for me. Let them see how quickly the woman who ran from the devil comes crawling back for his cock.”

She whimpered.

That was all it took.

He spun her around.

Now her back hit the glass. Her chest rose and fell in shallow waves, nipples hard from the cold and from him. His eyes—dark, ruby, carnivorous—devoured every inch of her.

"Bedroom," she gasped.

He shook his head slowly, predator-like.

"You don’t make demands," he said silkily. "Not anymore."

And yet… he scooped her up.

Effortlessly. Like a feather in a storm.

He carried her through the suite, never breaking eye contact, his mouth devouring hers in deep, punishing kisses. By the time her back hit the mattress, she was already dripping.

He hovered over her, stripping his gloves off finger by finger. Tossing them to the floor. Then unbuckled his pants with glacial patience.

“Keep your eyes on me,” he said darkly.

She did.

God help her, she did.

Muzan’s body was cut from marble, pale and divine, the ink on his ribs twisting like thorns down his hip. And then—his cock, long and thick, stood hard and heavy between them, tip flushed and leaking.

“You miss this?” he asked, stroking himself once, slowly. “Did your fingers even come close?”

She hated him.

But she couldn’t look away.

He lined himself up—slid the tip through her folds, teasing, rubbing against her entrance without entering. Her hips arched. He held them down.

“You want me?” he asked, voice molten.

She nodded.

He slapped her inner thigh. “Use your words.”

“Yes,” she gasped. “I want you.”

“Then take me.”

And he thrust in—hard.

She cried out, back arching, nails clawing at the sheets. He sank in deep, thick, stretching her open in a way no one else ever had. His hips stilled, letting her feel every inch. Then—

He started to move.

Slow. Powerful. Every stroke precise and punishing. His hands gripped her hips, pulling her onto him over and over, like he was trying to brand her from the inside out.

“You feel that?” he growled. “That’s what you ran from. That’s what you’ll never escape.”

She moaned his name—broken and breathless.

And that was all it took.

He snapped.

Muzan’s rhythm grew brutal—grinding deep, slamming into her over and over. Her body bounced under his, thighs shaking, mouth falling open. She couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe. Just the sound of skin on skin, the slap of his hips, his grunts, her cries.

“I should never forgive you,” he hissed, slamming in. “But I will. Because this—this—is where you belong.”

Her body clenched around him, spiraling toward release. He felt it—laughed darkly.

“Come for me,” he ordered. “Do it now. Let this city hear who you belong to.”

And she did.

Hard. Shaking. Legs locking around him as her orgasm tore through her like a scream she couldn’t swallow.

Muzan followed with a deep, feral groan—slamming into her one last time as he spilled inside, claiming her all over again.

They lay there—panting. Covered in sweat and sin.

His lips brushed her temple.

And then, softly:

“Next time you run, Y/N... pack lighter. I’ll always find you.”

-

idk if i should turn this into a series.. but here is a oneshot winkkk wonkkk

BOOMMBYAHHH

[powderedmochi]

OH MY GOD THIS IS SO GOOD???

[powderedmochi]

Hot Springs

Gyomei Himejima x reader smut

warnings: slut shaming, degradation

author’s note: thank you guys for all the love on my first post! here’s a little something that’s has been heavy on my mind. there’s not nearly enough gyomei love on tumblr. <3

word count: 2,250

The cool, autumn breeze blew your hair in the wind. The sound of leaves falling makes you lose your focus time and time again. Meditation wasn’t something you did often, but desperate times call for desperate measures. You wanted his attention so badly, needed him so badly. He is so mysterious- leaving right after meetings, missions, and almost never needing assistance with his wounds at the butterfly mansion. 

You had no openings to speak to him, nothing other than the little conversations you would have in your head. Overthinking every little time you saw him was beginning to become exhausting. Which leads you into the predicament you are in now- leaving you to pathetically sit on a rock that you knew was close by to his home, silently hoping he will come and save you from the growing arousal you have building up all for him. 

You close your eyes for the thousandth time that evening, letting out a long sigh. You cleared your mind once again, until you felt a presence behind you. Quickly, you reached for your sword and whipped around your body to face the onlooker. 

You are greeted by Gyomei, with gentle eyes he apologizes. “I’m sorry y/n, I didn’t mean to intrude.” That’s when you notice he's wearing nothing but a towel around his waist and a bag over his shoulder. No sword in sight, no uniform to cover his body. To see him in such a vulnerable state is rare for the stone hashira. 

“No- I- uhm you weren’t intruding, I just needed to clear my head.” You can see more of him than you ever were meant to see. Your mind reeling with thoughts of what is underneath his towel when he spoke up again. “Are you going to lower your sword?”

You didn’t even realize you had your sword still pointing towards him, your feet locked into place. You finally broke the stance you had frozen into, and taken a breath you didn’t know you were holding. “You look like something is troubling you?” Poor Gyomei, so sweet and concerned about you. 

“Oh, it’s nothing. I was just leaving.” You are internally screaming at yourself. This was your chance and you are blowing it. 

“Why don’t you come with me? I’m going to the hot springs nearby.” You turned to look up at him, determined to make a move. 

You smile back, sheath your sword back into its holster, and make your way over to him. “Yes I would like that very much.” You ask him to lead the way and you travel a dirt path for several minutes. As you are walking, you notice how secluded the hot springs were. You’ve never been this deep into the forest before, yet the man in front of you guides you through like he had been here many times. 

He never got close to anyone, probably because of the traumas he faced before becoming a slayer. No one knew what he did on his off days- just that he did it secluded and without the company of others. 

It was really special that he asked you to accompany him, hell- you knew many girls who would love to be in your place right now. No one knows him, but there was always talk. I mean a man that large surely has something going on down there. And you were determined to find out.

A salty thickness in the air starts to cling to your skin, and an earthy smell surrounds your senses. When Gyomei steps to the side, you start to notice the little stone pathway that leads to your destination. There were rocks along the edges of the water, all being littered with the cherry blossom tree petals that have clung onto the branches for dear life the past couple of months. 

You realize now that you are in quite a predicament. You don’t have a swimsuit. I mean usually you would go nude into the hotsprings, but that is because you go with very close friends or family. Gyomei is practically a stranger. It is getting pretty dark out at this point. You come to the conclusion that maybe he wouldn’t see you. He is half blind anyways so how much could he really see?

There is a flick of a match and a smell of smoke that comes from behind you. You spin around to see him with a lantern in hand, balancing another match in between his teeth. “There’s another one around here somewhere.” You hear him mumble about finding the other light but you can’t seem to care about what the man was saying. It’s downright sinful, the thoughts you’ve been having about such a gentle giant. 

Too fixated on the shimmery coat of sweat that was now glossing over his abs from the steam the hot springs produced, you didn’t break eye contact until he crouched down to be eye level with you. “Are you going to stare at me all night or are we going to get in the hot springs?” 

“Sorry, it’s just- I didn’t bring anything to change into.” He looks at you, the corner of his lips curving into a small smile. “You can change back into your clothes when we are done.” 

Then he drops his towel, nothing underneath, and steps down into the water. Too stunned to speak, you just watch him wade over the farthest edge and prop his elbows up against the sides. “I’m waiting.” His eyes are locked onto yours as you stand there, lanterns glowing in the night sky, giving him just enough of a spotlight on you for his viewing pleasure. 

Gyomei is staring intently as you start to shimmy out of your clothing. You feel his eyes piercing through you as he catches every angle. He seemed almost afraid to blink as you rid yourself of your uniform, like he had made a point to memorize every inch of your body. You stay in your underwear and step into the boiling water. Your cheeks feel warm as your whole body is heating up from anticipation. 

You glide through the water over to him and boldly sit into his lap. So the rumors are true- you can feel him pressing up against your thigh, veins prominently popping out like they had been restrained for too long. A slickness was coating around his cock. So much so that even through the water you could feel him getting worked up. 

“Why do you still have your underwear on?” He questions, taking his giant hands and rubbing them across the sides of your waist. 

“Because I wanted you to take them off yourself.” You boldly reply, inching your face closer to him. 

He inches a little closer, but not pressing his lips onto yours just yet. Gyomei is staring into your eyes, both of your foreheads leaning against one another. Your breathing is getting heavier with every second that passes. Your heart is pounding with anticipation and you can’t keep up the act anymore. You take the first step and crash your lips into his. 

His mouth is so warm and inviting. Passionately grabbing onto you in any way he could as he worked his jaw in tune with yours. Your chest presses against his as he brings an empty hand around to undo the clasp from your bra. Gyomei groans in satisfaction when he pulls off the pesky undergarment. 

Right away he latches to a nipple and grabs your hips to start grinding them into him. You comply and start working in sync with his movements. You grab onto his arms as they flex with each thrust he subjects you to, moaning at the way his tongue shamelessly flicks over and over. 

Mouth still full, he mutters “Such a dirty girl, wanted me to fuck you so bad you waited for me outside all day, yeah?” You shudder from the sensation of his mumbles on your sensitive skin. “Couldn’t even focus on your meditation training without thinking of bouncing on my dick, isn’t that right baby?” 

Your checks heat up- did he really somehow know you were thinking of him that way? Were you that obvious? He drags your hips up and sets your body facing downward on the rocks. He slips off your underwear and shoves a finger inside you as you moan out. He is working his fingers inside you, one by one. Your aching pussy leaking all over his relentless fingers made obscene noises that echo throughout the forest. 

“If you’re going to act like a slut, I’ll fuck you like one.” His words went straight to your core as you begged for more. “Fuck yes Gyomei, I’ve been waiting all day.” 

He takes out his fingers and you let out a whine at the emptiness you feel. He slides in from behind, starting off at a punishing pace. “Such a tight little pussy all for me. Waited hours for my cock to stretch you out, hm?” 

His cock was making short, shallow thrusts into your cervix. Hitting so deep into you where even your own small fingers couldn’t reach. You were crying out pleads of nonsense as he fucked you to tears on his cock. Grabbing your hips and bullying his way into you as deep as he could. 

Your thighs squeeze and shake over the rocks beneath, not being able to last much longer. The man behind you feels your slick, tight pussy convulsing around him. He leans down to your ear, not giving up on the brutal pace. “I advise you to not cum until I say you will, little whore.” 

You mewl out in frustration as he sets his pace back to a slow, steady thrust. One giant finger comes around the side of your hip, finding its way to your clit. He has the other hand propped up beside you so he can thrust himself deep inside. The slow circle of his finger was making it so hard to stay focused on not cumming. 

“Gyomei- ha- y- you’re not helping, I’m so -ah close.” You try to wiggle your hips free from the burning pleasure that he dangled in front of you. 

“You got yourself into this mess, dirty girl.” He knows what he’s doing, and unfortunately for you, Gyomei doesn’t play nice. He leans down to your neck, nipping at your earlobe. Making you shudder and loose composure, all you can do is submit to the torturous pleasure you weren’t supposed to give into, how cruel.

You can’t take it anymore, as you finally let the wave of pleasure release that was threatening to crash over you. You were shaking violently from just a few soft, gentle strokes from the man’s fingers behind you. 

Gyomei lets out a sigh. “I tried to warn you, little one.” He starts again at an unrelenting pace, his cock sliding in with ease from the orgasm he just unfairly coaxed out of you. You cry out from overstimulation, “Mei please -too much.” You try to inch forward a little to get away from his enormous girth, the pleasure too much to bear as you let out pathetic moans. He pins your arms in place behind your back, leaving you to suffer his punishment.

“You’ll repent on my cock, slut. Beg me for forgiveness.” 

You cry out, “I’m sorry Gyomei- so sorry.” He does not give in, of course. You can do much better than that. 

“Nowhere to go but grind your ass up against me. Bet you like that, huh? Fucked all stupid on my cock.” 

“Ye-yes mei I’m a slut all for you. Need you to fill me up please.”

The pain and sensitivity you were feeling started to melt away as you backed up into him. Once more, chasing an orgasm you so desperately needed. He chuckled from behind you at your neediness. He was more than happy to oblige his little slut in her fantasies. 

You rut back and forth against him to the best of your ability. Wriggling and moaning underneath his grip was such an erotic sight. His thrusts start to falter has he reaches his climax, cumming deep inside your fucked out pussy. You came soon after once more, clenching and spasming on his dick. He moans out as you are still sucking him in unintentionally, using him to get what you need to ride out your second orgasm. 

Gyomei picks you up and gently guides you back into the water with him. Making sure to keep you tight against his chest. He starts floating over the edge where his bag was, pulling out some essential oils. You both take turns giving one another a massage- his hands lingering a little bit longer on your ass than they needed to.

When it is time to head back, Gyomei wraps you in a towel and carries you back to his cabin for the night. He insists you sleep with him in his room, to make sure you are safe and comfortable in his arms. As you are about to lay down to sleep, you can’t help but shake the thought- how did Gyomei know you wanted to fuck him so badly this afternoon? You ask him about it, your cheeks blushing as he gives you a smile. 

“I have really good hearing, it helps me make up for my lack of vision. I could practically hear you dripping onto the rocks you were ‘meditating’ on.” He glances over at you with a knowing smirk. 

You look down at the wooden floors and clamp your eyes shut with mortification, shaking your head. You wished you didn’t know he could do that. His fingertips graze your chin and bring your face to look up at him. 

“Don’t be embarrassed y/n, how were you supposed to focus on meditation when you had my giant cock in mind, hm?”

Oh he was never going to let you live this one down. 

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summary: james and lily are late to study group, and sirius takes it as his perfect opportunity to put his head between his little sluts legs

warnings: MDNI! 18+, oral f! receiving, fingering, degradation, uses of slut/whore, power dynamics, language, smut with absolutely no plot

kinktober day 6??: slut shaming, degradatiom

super short and not proof read (shocker ik)

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The library was silent, nothing but the faint rustle of pages turning, quills scratching, and the steady thump of your heartbeat pounding in your ears. You were trying to focus on your notes, eyes flicking nervously across the rows of students seated nearby—but Sirius Black was crouched under the table, face settled between your thighs, his breath brushing your skin, day old stubble on his chin raising goosebumps that chased down your spine.

And Merlin, those eyes. Even from beneath the table, he held your gaze—steady, unflinching, a glint of mischief flickering in the warm brown. It was almost unbearable, that quiet defiance, the way he looked at you as if he could feel your pulse through the air between you. You tried not to unravel beneath the weight of it, but the moment stretched, thin and electric, until every breath felt like surrender. He knew he was winning either way.

His broad hands gripped your knees, forcing them open wide as he buried his face against your clothed cunt. His tongue licked a long, slow stripe over your soaked panties before he yanked them aside, groaning low at the sight of you already dripping.

“Fuck, what a mess,” he whispered against your folds, lips glistening as he smirked up at you. “Haven’t even touched you properly, and you’re soaking. My little slut can’t even sit through study without dripping through her underwear.” He let the strap snap lightly against your hip, a sharp sound in the hush of the library, just to see you tense. The small, satisfied curve of his smile followed—careless, confident, knowing exactly what effect he had on you.

A quiet sound escaped you, barely a breath, as your fingers tightened around the parchment—ink smudging beneath your grip as his tongue dove in, curling inside you ruthlessly with no build up. Your body betrayed you, a shiver breaking through your restraint before you could stop it. Sirius’s quiet laugh followed—low, knowing, the vibration buzzing against your clit.

“Mm, yeah. That’s it. Use me. Grind on my face like the desperate little whore you are,” he taunted, slipping two long fingers inside you, stretching you open. He pumped them hard and fast, crooking just right, while his lips sucked your clit until stars blurred your vision. “Gods, you’re dripping. You’d ride me right here on the fucking table if I let you, wouldn’t you? My perfect little whore.”

His words hit harder than touch itself—each low, deliberate syllable sliding beneath your skin, leaving you flushed and trembling before you could even think to answer, making your cunt clench around his fingers. You bit down on your lip, teeth cutting off your moan, but Sirius wasn’t having it. He pulled back just enough to hiss up at you, lips wet and eyes burning as his hand pulled back to smack your swollen cunt, a squeal escaping your mouth before you could stop it.

“Don’t you dare hold back on me, sweetheart. If you’re going to be a slut, you’ll fucking sound like one. Let them hear what a cock-drunk mess you are for me.”

Then his mouth was back on you, tongue flicking fast and ruthless, his fingers slamming into you until you were a quivering wreck.

His fingers curled inside you, hitting that squishy spot that made your eyes roll, his tongue relentless on your clit. The heat coiled low in your belly, tighter and tighter, your body begging for release—until Sirius suddenly slowed, pulling back just enough to make you gasp.

You tried to grind forward, a desperate whine coming to fruition as you tried to chase his mouth, but he held you still with a bruising grip on your thigh. His smirk was pure mischief beneath the fall of his hair—wild, defiant, and far too sure of himself.

“Pathetic,” he drawled — the word unfurled from his mouth like smoke, low and deliberate, a private venom meant only for you. His voice carried that silken edge, the kind that brushed like velvet before it cut, and you could feel it slide under your skin, hot and humiliating. “Look at you—shaking, so desperate. You want to come that bad, sweetheart? Just a needy little slut, begging for scraps under the table.”

"Siri, please." Your hips bucked helplessly, your nails digging crescents into the seat under you. A strangled whimper slipped past your lips, and Sirius laughed, dark and pleased. You could smell the faint tang of smoke still clinging to him, the rough scrape of his breath as he laughed again, softer this time, as though savoring the sound you’d made.

“Merlin, you really do love it, don’t you?” he hissed, plunging his fingers impossibly deep, his pace brutal, his tongue flicking mercilessly at your swollen clit. “You love when I call you a whore. My filthy little slut—dripping for me, ready to come just because I said you could.” The loud squelching sounds and your desperate moans filled your little bubble, too far gone to care if anyone hears you or not. Your hands rip and pull at black strands, loud groans slipping past Sirius' lips as he gets lost in your taste and your pleasure.

You break with a scream, the orgasm tearing through you with violent force, your back arching against the chair as your thighs clamp tight around his head. Your cry escaped before you could stop it, echoing faintly in the quiet library, and Sirius moaned against your cunt like he was savoring your humiliation as much as your taste.

“That’s it,” he groaned, tongue lapping at the flood of you spilling over his lips and down his chin. “Soak my face like the shameless little slut you are.”

When the tremors finally subsided, you were still shaking — breath shallow, every nerve lit and humming. Sirius leaned back just enough to study you, the low light catching on the edge of a grin that was far too self-satisfied. His voice dropped to a whisper, warm and teasing as he took in the mess he'd made you. “Good thing James and Evan's are always so late, hm?”

[powderedmochi]

Sirius Black, the man you are. 🤤

[powderedmochi]

The Bet

Sanemi x Tengen x Reader Brat Taming

warnings: bad writing, daddy kink, slut shaming, spanking, trip to paris

author's note: hey guys this is my first fanfic i've ever written pls be nice i'm just girl

word count: 4,678 words

“Seriously I don’t understand it, no matter how much I yell at her she’s still a brat.”

Sanemi had enough of your attitude. He normally isn’t so open about your sex life with the other male hashira, you are precious to him. He doesn’t want to talk about you in that way and give them any ideas. You were his, and you weren’t appreciating him enough.

“Well when she acts out, what exactly do you do?”

Sanemi glared at Tengen. Of course he tried everything in the book. Spankings, overstimulation, and even denying you his cock for a week. “I don’t give her what she wants if that’s what you’re asking. She doesn’t know what’s good for her.” 

Obanai chimes in, “When Mitsuri is acting out I just have to tell her that’s ‘not what a good girl would do.’ She fixes her mood real quick.” He lets out a little chuckle, “She’s so obedient I don’t have to do much, one look and she knows she’s in big trouble.” Sanemi growls under his breath. He’s done everything he can and it’s starting to feel hopeless.

“Well you could bring another guy into the bedroom with you,” Giyuu suggests. “It would shake things up a bit. She’s obviously too comfortable in the roles you have established. You just need a little help putting her in her place.”

Sanemi was furious now. Him? Need help? He was so embarrassed it even got to this point. He definitely does not need help to make you obey him. So help him god he will find a way to make you pay for this.

“I mean that wouldn’t be such a bad idea, Tomioka. He’s obviously struggling to keep Y/N focused on him long enough to have a breakthrough.” Tengen knew exactly what he was doing. He found it humorous. I mean how couldn’t he? He knew damn well he could get you to your knees begging for his cock in less than 10 minutes.

“All right I’ve had enough of you bastards telling me what I’m doing wrong.” Sanemi grabs his sword and starts to head off the training grounds. He points towards Tengen and the smug look on his face. “And I damn sure don’t need your help.” He pauses his rage when Tengen simply looks at him and smiles. “Let’s make a bet.”

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It had been two days since the conversation with the other hashira. Sanemi is waiting for you to get back to your shared home from your mission. This proposal Tengen had was burning in his mind like wildfire. The only way your husband knows how to overcome stress was more training. The focus he had was ruthless, the anger boiling up, and his stamina? Unwavering.

You were overjoyed with yourself as you skipped yourself back home. Your mission went wonderfully and not a person was hurt in the process. Yes, it was a physically demanding job but you loved the satisfaction of being one step closer to becoming a hashira. The swordsmith village was attacked during your stay and you were disappointed to say the least. That’s twice in a month they have infiltrated. It was supposed to be a rest stop after being in the mountains for a week-long mission. How dare you think you could have a nice vacation at the hot springs. That being said, you planned on drawing up a steamy bubble bath as soon as you got home.

As you walk up closer to your home, you notice your husband walking up the road as well. As he gets closer you notice how angry he looks, ‘must’ve been a hard day of training’ you figured. But then you realize he’s walking up with purpose, like he’s on a mission. Nothing new to you of course because he’s always so passionate about his work. 

“Hey ‘nemi I’ve returned from my mission!” You give him a small smile. He almost feels bad for what he’s about to do. Sanemi finally reaches you and grabs the collar of your haori.

“Don’t ‘nemi me, you’re in big trouble.” He starts to pull you in towards the house but you stand your ground. You notice how the beads of sweat trickle down his exposed skin. The buttons on his black uniform that are just there for show, never being used to cover his chest that’s littered with scars.

He kneels down a little bit to get to your level and look you in the eyes. His gaze filled with lust and annoyance as he stared into you. “Excuse me but did I say to stop walking?”

Oh. He’s in one of his moods. God you love when he gets riled up like this, it’s really so much fun to fuck with him. “You’re excused.” His eye twitches. Then Sanemi looks calm, oh shit. He grabs you up, throws you over his shoulder and starts taking long strides towards the house. “You don’t want to play games with me today, y/n. You will regret it.” You roll your eyes in response, and you’re lucky he couldn’t see it. You are so sick of him being so serious all the time! You just want to be playful and push his buttons a little. I mean is that too much to ask? Although you do push them a little bit too often. Not that he uses buttons anyways. 

“Hey so what even am I in trouble for? Whatever it is this time I demand a retrial.” He gets you inside and shuts the door with haste. He grabs your face and once again, gives you a piercing stare. “Shut your pretty mouth and kiss me already.” He smashes his lips into yours before you could come up with anything smart to say. He pins you between him and the door while slowly grinding into you.

You moan into his kisses and gladly open your mouth when he swipes his tongue across your lower lip, as if asking politely for access. You both fought for dominance for a while until he started to run small circles over your clit underneath your uniform. The small motion sent shivers up your body, causing you to lose focus while he takes advantage. You break away and give him a little pout. He smiles at you so softly and kisses your forehead. “I missed you sweetheart." 

He has always been so supportive of you and joining the demon slayer corps, even though he would rather you stay at home where you can be safe. He wants to protect his wife, but he can’t always do that when your missions don’t align. “You’ll have to tell me all about your mission later, but right now you need to listen to me.” His sleeves are rolled up showing off his tanned forearms, proof of working very hard while you were away.

As he guides you into your shared bedroom, his fingers are wrapped around yours tightly as if you’d run away. You admire him from behind as he practically drags you along. His toned, muscular back sends a pool of wetness in between your thighs. Fortunately for you, the calluses and scars left behind from training blend in quite nicely with the scars you leave on his back.

“Oh yeah and what exactly do you need me to do, pretty boy?” Sanemi really was pretty. His white, untamed hair falling just below his ears. His eyes so big and a deep shade of purple. That mixed with him huffing post-training and breathlessness from kissing you made your knees feel weak. He looks at you through his thick, black lashes. “I need you to put that mouth to good use, you think you could do that for me?”. He takes off his shirt knowing that you are staring him down as if you were undressing him with your eyes. You really did miss him. Of course you won’t let him know that just yet though. Fake it til you make it, right? 

You inevitably give in and decide it might be best for your sanity to listen.. but only a little. You drop to your knees and stare up at him with doe eyes. Then, in a very dramatic fashion, gather up the spit in your mouth and drag your tongue up the underside of his cock. All the while doing your best to keep eye contact, you then take him as far as you can down your throat. Sanemi was writhing underneath your gaze. Face all contorted with pleasure while he let out the most precious moans he just couldn't hold back. While you are finding a rhythm, you notice he holds his head back and shuts his eyelids closed. Aw:( that just won't do, will it?

You immediately pull yourself off him with a loud 'pop.' Dragging your tongue across your lips to taste the precum he gave you. Sanemi wraps his hand around your throat, glaring at you in the eyes. "You know what? You're in for a treat, princess."

He spits out the name like its nothing. You didn't expect him to be thrilled that you ruined his orgasm, but he is acting different- nervous even. You can't put your finger on exactly what it is about him. Maybe it was the warnings that he gave you, more than usual. Or the look of concern he has for you has set you back down on the bed. Your husband usually never gives second chances. He's had more patience today with your antics than usual... what does he have planned? 

"Don't move, you hear me?" You gaze down at his chest poking out of the silk robe he must have thrown on when you were lost in your thoughts. You simply nod and wait for an explanation. Of course, you don't get one. "Get undressed fully and wait for me." He shuts the door and you wouldn't dare move. 'Is he going to the store?' 'Is he going back to work?' You try your best to listen to the conversation on the phone but to no avail, you just can't hear anything. The smartest option you had was to just do as he asked.

About 10 minutes go by and you hear someone come through the front door. Sanmei greets the person in whispers as he talks to them like that for a while. You hear heavy footsteps come up to the door. You get scared and pull the blanket out from under you to cover your exposed body. Sanemi opens the door and walks inside. Leaning in the door-frame was Tengen. His hair down, chest completely on display, and of course- he's flexing every muscle he has as much as possible. "My eyes are up here pretty girl."

"Hey- no flirting with her, I thought we had an understanding, Uzui." Sanemi's eyes narrowed. "Look, I might have to bend the rules a little bit. I mean you do want this to work, right?" The two started bickering about the so called 'rules' and you are just left completely stunned and confused.

“Excuse me but what exactly is going on here? Tengen I'm not even dressed right now, I need you to leave my room!" Your cheeks are completely flushed a bright shade of pink. One of the finest hashira -other than your husband of course- is standing in your bedroom right now and you look a disheveled mess with no clothes on. 

"Oh I see what you mean Sanemi, she has quite the mouth on her. Don't worry it's nothing I won't be able to fix." Tengen looked over at Sanemi as if asking for permission. He just nodded his head in agreement. 'So they have some secret code now?' They have obviously talked this through and do not plan on giving you an insight. Now, don't get me wrong- you know something is going on here- but what? 'Sanemi is definitely not the type to let a man in on your private life so why now? And why Tengen?' All of your thoughts are cut off by the feeling of Tengen's breath being in super close proximity to your face.

“Didn't Sanemi tell you to not cover up and stay where you are?" You look away, too shy to answer his question. Tengen slowly grabs the blanket from around your shoulders and you grab his hands with yours to stop him. The tension in the air was so thick, so heavy. The look he gave you was one of warning, but you don’t take orders from him. You look up at Sanemi for answers. "It's okay sweetheart let him take it off, you're okay." And you don't fight him anymore and allow Tengen to take the blanket off the rest of the way.

"Oh so now you listen to him huh? Not so big and bad now are you, y/n?" You feel your body heat rise with embarrassment while Sanemi chuckles. "Just let her warm up to you, then her true colors will show." So that's what they are doing. It's all starting to fall into place now. And three can play at this game. "Why don't we start where we left off?" You looked at Sanemi with sweet eyes, almost too sweet. He knew better. 

"Okay, but just know that Tengen will be here in case you try anything. He has a way with stubborn girls who don't know how to listen." He grabs you up into his arms and sets you back down into the position you were earlier.

'Challenge accepted', you think to yourself. You once again pull out all the stops and put on a show for the gorgeous man in front of you. Plus you had an audience today so how could you not add a little flair? Using your hands and your mouth you are working him up just like before. Making sure you rub your tongue at the base and tip each time you go down -just enough pressure to give him the chills. He's letting out those shameless pretty moans again, as if Tengen isn't in the room watching him go absolutely feral for his wife's mouth. You can hear his breath start to falter now is the moment you've been waiting for. These two men really think they are going to come up with some elaborate plan to make you obey them? Yeah right. You come off his dick with a "pop" sound once more. Big mistake.

Tengen grabs your face right after you take Sanemi's thick cock out of your mouth. He squishes your cheeks together harshly as he turns your head to face him. "Is that any way to treat your daddy?”

Tengen takes your head in his hand while Sanemi is still gasping to catch his breath. He forces your head down on Sanemi's cock for the third time tonight. And with the grip he has on your head? It will most certainly be the last, there is no moving away from his punishing grip even if you wanted to. The moans coming from Sanemi were erotic. He came quickly from all the edging you put him through tonight, and Tengen couldn't blame him.

You were choking and gasping for air as the hand kept you sitting there for a minute, making sure you got every last drop of cum. You wished you could tell him how much you hated him for gagging you on your husband’s dick. How degrading and mean it was. There was just one problem- you were undoubtedly soaked from Tengen being so rough with you. 

"Such a good girl y/n." Sanemi is petting the hair out of your face. "See how easy that was?" You glare at him through hooded eyes. You ought to graze your teeth along his cock and see how he likes that- but the grip Tengen has on your head keeps you in check.

"We can do this the easy way or the hard way y/n, and you haven't been choosing wisely so far." Tengen drops his hand off from the back of your head and starts running his fingers through your hair. You don't dare move without him allowing you to, you know better.

"Are you going to listen to your daddy from now on?" He looks over at you as if expecting an answer from you. You do the best you can and hum a "mhmm" on Sanemi's cock, eliciting an unwarranted moan from him. Sanemi shudders as he guides your head off him, still recovering from his orgasm. You look over to see Tengen pulling off his robe. He catches you staring up at him as he flashes a smile and winks at you. He leans in close once more, as if to make you drunk off his scent. The smell of citrus and an earthy cedar engulfed you. His painted nails come to rest on the side of your face, a false sense of security. 

“Don’t think that because Sanemi finished means you will, I did have to help you after all.” He hoists you up and places you on the bed. As he is picking you up, he notices your thighs as you clench them together. ‘Oh fuck, please do not notice, please don’t-’

“Uh-oh looks like someone got a little turned on. Did you like sucking your husband’s dick sweetheart?” He’s just being cruel now. “Let’s have a look shall we?” Sanemi sets his knee down on the bed, Tengen on the other side. You feel so weak compared to them as they loom over your small frame. You scoot back in an attempt to save yourself from them knowing just how aroused they made you. 

“Ah ah ah- don’t run from us.” Sanemi looks at you, disappointment written all over his face. He crawls on top of you, pining one of your legs down to the mattress. While Sanemi is busy holding your arms above your head, Tengen is looking intently at your glistening cunt. “Well, well, well, would you look at that Sanemi?” Tengen gets so close you can feel his breath fan against you. Your breath hitches as you feel his nose tap up against your clit. He gives you a long, slow lick up the center as you shudder, your skin covers in bumps.

Sanemi and Tengen give each other a knowing smile. They immediately swap positions to keep you in place. Tengen directs you to the top of the bed. He leans back against the pillows with his legs propped up in a sitting position, placing you in his lap. Your legs are on the outside of his, exposing your sex to the open air. A chill runs through you as you close your legs shut, well at least a pitiful attempt to.

Tengen’s hand smacks against the side of your ass and holds your hips with a powerful grip. You whine and throw your head back when you feel him lean down into your ear. “You keep this up and I’ll give you something to cry about, understand?” You decide to stay quiet because you are starting to believe those are not empty threats he’s giving.

Sanemi crawls over in front of you two and glares into your eyes. “Answer him y/n, he’s our guest and you will treat him with respect.” You let out a big huff, “Yes I understand.” 

*SMACK* 

Sanemi brought his hand down to your clit, as you let out a moan. Tengen snickers behind you while you try to hide your face in your hair to the best of your ability. Sanemi brushes it out of the way as he grips your chin. You look up into his eyes, your mind feeling hazy from the pleasure. Sanemi pulls your face close to his, “You like that little slut? Answer him without an attitude."

You lean back and look up at Tengen in the eyes, “Yes I understand.” “Yes what?” Tengen bites back sternly. You keep your remarks to yourself, the ache between your legs getting to be a little too unbearable. “Yes sir.” Just like that you begin to feel Sanemi’s hot, wet tongue glide across your clit. Your legs clench around Tengen’s thighs as he holds you still.

He rolls your nipples around in his finger tips. Sanemi brings his head up for a moment to pull your nipples in his mouth, getting them wet and ready for the torture Tengen was about to submit you to. He twisted, pulled, and pinched them for a good 15 minutes while you wiggled around in his lap. You feel him get hard beneath you as your ass keeps brushing up against him. You feel your orgasm approaching, but you aren’t stupid enough to tell them that. There’s no way they would let you cum. 

One problem, Sanemi knows you all too well. The focused look on your face, your pussy clenching around nothing, and the way you try your best to clench your thighs together- it tells him everything he needs to know. He backs away and you are so worked up you could cry. Your nipples are overstimulated from Tengen and you’re dripping down your thighs onto his. You notice Sanemi grinning at you with your slick beautifully painted all over his chin. He looks so proud of himself. You let out a frustrated groan, “I need more, now.” 

“That wasn’t very nice was it Sanemi?” Tengen let out a fake pout. “It wasn’t, was it Tengen?” They are talking about you like you aren’t even there- this doesn't sound like it’s going to end in your favor. Tengen, still not giving up on your sore nipples, takes matters into his own hands. He hoists you up and glides you down, nice and steady onto his cock. “Fuuckkk- ugh Tengen, yes.” 

You needed more. Tengen gripped your thighs as you tried to move just a little faster. “Ask politely,” Sanemi began gently rubbing his thumb over your swollen clit- “be a good girl.” Tengen stops moving you and pushes himself deeply inside- waiting for an answer. Sanemi doesn’t relent, still slowly circling your clit, driving you mad. The burning feeling in the pit of your stomach was beginning to be too much to bear. “God please fuck me Tengen, please.”

He begins bouncing you up and down on his cock at a punishing pace. You gasp and mewl out the most desperate praises to the two boys. Sanemi crashes his lips onto yours and you can feel Tengen’s thrusts start to get sloppy. He is kissing and sucking on your neck and you feel his breath heavily gasping for air in your ear. “Shit- Sanemi why didn’t you let me use her sooner sh-she’s so -ah fucking tight.” Your husband mumbles a quick “Don’t get used to it.” against your lips. 

Tengen lifts you up as he comes undone onto the sheets under you- making you whine at the emptiness. Sanemi grabs you, you both sitting onto your knees, and thrusts you onto his dick. “Oh hush, you’ll get what you want in a minute.” He looks behind you while slowing his pace, “Too tired already old man?” Tengen laughs, “It’s going to take a lot more than that to tire me out.” He gets up lazily on his knees and puts his hands onto your waist, gently helping you guide your hips into Sanemi’s. After a few thrusts, Tengen lowers his head to your shoulder whispering sweet nothings about how good you were for him. Little did you know he was buttering you up. 

“We are going to try something new y/n.” Sanemi brushes his fingers through your hair and kisses you on the forehead. Tengen tries to push his fingers past your lips, and you turn your head to Sanemi with a confused look on your face. “Open.” He looks at you sternly, grabbing your chin and opening your mouth for his fingers. “Suck.” you hear Tengen’s gruff voice in your ear. You do as they say, not knowing what they were planning. Tengen takes out his fingers and slips them in behind you. 

You gasp at the new feeling. He begins stretching you out with his fingers, making sure you are prepped and ready for him. When he finally starts to put the tip in, you cling onto Sanemi for your life. It burns so good as he pushes deeper little by little, his breath hot and heavy on your back where he rests his head. It takes everything in him not to lose control. After all, the only way Sanemi would let him take it this far was if he was gentle with you. He groans as he finally bottoms out inside of you. HIs cock buried so closely to Sanemi made your vision go fuzzy. 

Tengen softly leaves trails of kisses on your back while circling your clit. “I’m so fucking close, please please let me cum already,” you cry as you screw your eyes shut. Your cheeks were warming up as you stuffed your face into the chest of the man in front of you. 

“Aww, are you gonna be a good girl from now on?” 

“Who knows we could keep you on the edge for hours, do you even think you deserve to cum?” 

“Such a slut the way would take both of our cocks and still beg for more.”

“If you were mine, I wouldn’t let you finish.” 

All of their words and thrusts were enough to push you over the edge. You kept babbling on a bunch of ‘please don’t stop' and ‘so so good’ as your legs were shaking. "Beg for your daddy baby, and he might reconsider." Tengen was thrusting at an unrelenting pace. It takes everything in you to look up into Sanemi's eyes.

"Daddy please make me feel good." and that's all it took for him to finally give in. He grabbed your tits in his rough hands, making you lean back into the man behind you. The pressure building up in the pit of your stomach finally crashed over you like a tidal wave. Struggling to hold yourself up after your orgasm, both the men held you up and kept going. 

“Fuck nemi’ its too much.” You thrashed around trying to get away from the overstimulation. Tengen wrapped his arm around your neck from behind to prop himself up, and keep you from squirming away. “Be a good girl and take it. You wanted this.”

The truth is you did want it, within a few more thrusts you felt yourself clenching around them again. Sanemi looked so fucked out in front of you, moaning praises as he came. Tengen, still chasing his release, came soon after- fingers still toying with your clit as you came for a second time.

You all laid against one another for a moment longer. Sanemi grabs your face and gives you a passionate kiss and holds you closely for a moment. "Did you have fun baby?" You smile at him and nod in agreement. He slips out and leaves the bed, only to return with towels and some water bottles. Tengen crawls out from behind you and kisses you on the cheek. 

Once they are done cleaning you up, which they insisted you couldn’t do yourself, you all laid together in the bed. You lay on Sanemi’s chest while you listen to his breathing. Tengen’s strong arms wrapped around your chest, and a leg thrown over yours. You felt so content. 

“Can you give him an attitude next week too? Preferably on Friday.”

“Tengen go to bed… man whore.” 

“What? We could do stuff like this more often if you wanted.” Sanemi stopped circling your back and slowly looked up at him, thinking for a moment. 

“Your girl wouldn’t be able to last two weeks without begging you for my cock again.”

“Not true.” 

Tengen smiled a knowing smile, “Wanna bet?”

[ohagi-bites]

is that a fucking SLUT I see?

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