Omg thank you for taking my Gaku Red Ribbon request, and since I noticed you're taking Kagurabachi requests... I fell in love with the Chihiro dry humping.
I would love to see NSFW hcs about Kagurabachi men and what you think would make them finish in a matter of minutes. (Be creative with it!)
tw: somno w yura, shibari w azami, knife/sword play w sojo.
chihiro rokuhira . . . kisses. chihiro is always so hungry. a deep, intense make-out session will get him so hot and bothered, he feels a headache brewing from how red he's getting.
he could be squirming above you, panting desperately into your lips with hands so shaky that he struggles to cup your face properly.
but it's the slow and endearing kisses that leave him breathless. doing something so innocent and sweet as you moan into his mouth about how good he makes you feel.
chihiro's kisses have always been so telling. it is something he reserves for himself, only for you. it's his way of reminding you that he loves you. a kiss after another, a kiss for a kiss. i know his heart breaks when you can no longer push your lips onto his, you've gone numb from all his smothering.
kunishige rokuhira . . . gagging. it's weird. he knows. but he loves it when you get messy. When you're covered in your drool and his semen.
when he pushes the head of his cock past your lips and slides himself so deep that you gag, water brimming in your eyes — the whimper that leaves him is breathtaking.
"m-..mfff!" he nearly squeals, lifting his hips off the chair and thrusting into your mouth. his cock is heavy. thick. and he thinks he can freely do all that??
he hits the back of your throat and you have to peel yourself off in order not to vomit. spit accumulates in your mouth as you scold him but his eyes are rolling into the back of his head as he remembers the sound of you gagging.
seiichi samura. . . the feeling of doing something wrong.
risk.
maybe jerking him off in a public space or shoving your fingers in his mouth to shut him up as you fist his cock behind a dumpster in an alleyway.
or even using tobimune to watch himself get eaten up by his beloved.
how did it get to this? why is he letting this situation happen without a fight? why is he cowering and why are his knees so weak??
the overwhelming pleasure soothes his worries. ohh and if he's really watching through his owl, his spirit energy would flicker terribly and his breath would catch. he wouldn't be able to conceal how flustered you have him!
yoji uruha. . . your anger.
i like sweet, reliable older brother figure Yoji whimpering when you get upset. it's not out of fear, even if his eyes widen at such an unexpected reaction, certainly not to get you to quiet down (his mouth is far too dry to speak up).
it's so rare for you to get angry, especially at him, that when his acts of affection go a little too far with other people and you can't even spare him a glance.
think it's gotta be anger + possessiveness that gets to him.
"apologize, uruha." uruha. you never call him that. your voice sends a shiver down his spine. he stutters and squirms, "are you hard of hearing as well as blind?"
yoji curls into himself, his shoulders trembling with the need to conceal the tightness in his pants. "no.. I'm sorry— if i had known you didn't like it, i wouldn't have done—"
"—i haven't seen you in days and the first person you run to is samura?" he lowers his gaze, ears burning at the incredulous stare you send him. oh my, oh, what should he do? his cock throbs pathetically at the way you spit the man's name out. "you're mine, Uruha. not that man's."
the air is punched out of him.
"you're all mine." he nods mindlessly. "say it."
"all yours. i'm all yours. i promise i won't do it again- i did miss you, i do. i always think of you-" uruha babbles, he trips over his tongue, drool accumulating in his mouth and nearly spills over had he not decided to swallow thickly. "m'only yours, 'kay?"
ibuki misaka . . . ear play.
his ears are a little pointed at the tips. In contrast to his brother, who has round ears. Ibuki takes pride in it. he likes his features. he especially loves it when you stare at him and he can get to flex whatever he wants.
he's all yours, he'll want to look good for you too!
the first time you whispered in his ear was the first time he ever whined. seriously. he's got the most sensitive ears ever.
immerse yourself with him— go for it all!!
biting the sensitive lobe of his ear, licking everything.
when something wet hits the inside of his ear, he squirms. the slimy feel is new. he isn't sure how to react to it. should he push you away and cover his ears forever? should he give in and let out that shaky breath he's desperately holding back???
ibuki pants, humiliated but he's sooo hard, he can't deny the way his underwear sticks to him.
natsuki misaka . . . praise. oh, the smallest bit goes so far. a nod of approval, the look of pride in your eyes, a smile filled with adoration. his heart swells up, much worse than his pants
he's over the moon the second something sweet leaves your thoughts. with a barely noticeable pout of his lips and a tinge of red on his face, he'll quickly quiet down on whatever complaints he might have had.
during moments where he'd doubt, as he laid in your bed, nude, when you bathed him before, when he cooked in your kitchen, he asks a silly question.
"i know i can be a little much. you.. must hate me?"
what a baby.
with his back faced to you, your adoration spikes up and you can't stop the way your arms wrap around his chest, pulling him into you. he gasps lightly, shoulders tensing at this unfamiliar side of yours, "i wish you wouldn't think that of me, natsuki... i have never once disliked you, not even a little, not at all. i love you. i like how you always bring me my favorite snacks and how you sing to me. your voice soothes me and your presence makes me shy. i love.."
your lips brush against his shoulder blade, "i love your arms, they're so strong and they hold me so well. your fingers- so perfect, you know how to make me feel good-"
"!!" oh. his heart pounds in his ears, blood rushing down his nape. he folds faster than thunder.
yura . . . somnophilia.
when you're sleeping, the night is so cold yet filled with the warmth of your body, he likes to run his fingers across your face.
tracing your eyebrows and smoothening out the furrow between your brows and the twitch in your eye when you feel his featherlike touch even in your sleep.
he's got a burst of courage to smear his cock against your cheek, using his thumb to slide against the underside of his tip and watch as beads of pre roll out and onto your lips.
his lips part as a soft moan tumbles past his teeth.
you're in such a vulnerable state.
you've got him wrapped around your pinkie.
you've charmed him badly.
his heart pounds in his throat, his jaw ticking as he endures the sight of you laying on your side, your heart pumping in your chest calmly, not a clue in the world that he's about to cum on your face.
kuguri . . . prostate massage.
his favorite little spot (he didn't know it was his favorite, he just happens to really enjoy it when you tease him relentlessly, and yes, he whines when you purposefully hop over it).
he jolts.
kuguri's bent over your lap, his wrist tightly held behind his back as you push them down. he's such a big man, "quit yer squirming, kugurin. you're going to slip."
your fingers push past his squishy rim and into the spongy walls that eagerly suck you in. his leg tenses up as you scissor him open and he clenches down tightly when your middle finger loops downwards and catches onto a small bump.
he loves it so much.
"right!" his voice pitches up in an almost feminine way. he nearly sounds like a girl, ha! "th, there.."
his arms shake uncontrollably. if you hadn't been paying close attention to his voice breaking, you wouldn't have noticed him trying to slip his hands out to grip onto your wrist.
"be good."
his mouth falls open, a silent cry leaving him, "don tell me... whatta d-do..''
sojo genichi . . . knife/sword play.
yeah. he likes to be on the receiving end of this one. he'll pretend it isn't true. that you shall not disrespect his sword like this- this isn't right, why are you doing this??
the sword gleams and catches his attention. he could spot his reflection with globs of tears in his eyes and the drool dribbling down his chin.
the tip catches onto the fabric of his underwear, his thigh quivers as his breathing stutters, his abdomen flexes with his violent shakes. the sound of fabric tearing and a small shinggg fills your head as he backs his hips away.
"t-that's too close..!!" he nearly sobs!
hokuto . . . please.
i wanna say hokuto is a freak, but i would be contradicting myself. the word 'please' will always be his downfall. such a sweet thing as yourself should never beg a man for something.
you've got these big, beautiful eyes and a sad, faraway look in them- he regrets ever getting bratty with you.
it's got him whipped.
especially when you're not someone who likes to ask for help. what mental battle did you have to fight to force yourself to say such a word? oh, whatever. he'll do anything for you.
shiba togo . . . overstimulation.
once he cums, he can't stop whatever happens next. an orgasm will be ripped out of him as soon as you think it's good to keep going. he'll have multiple in a span of 15 minutes.
"c'mon, shibaaa," you whine out. he bites the inside of his lip. "don't cha wanna make me proud?"
he paws at your waist, fingers dipping deep into your skin and nearly clawing you open. his grip burns you but you just can't pull away.
shiba chokes on his spit, "you're gonna break me, [name].."
you're driving him insane.
one magical roll of your hips and his entire body racks with shivers.
soshiro azami . . . shibari.
the art of letting go.
in a sense.
he lives to let go. to be freed from persecution and the consequences of the world. his fist has always been balled up, for far too long. instead, he got a job to pursue. a job that ties him down to too many laws, too many rules.
so, when he finally returns home from a long day and he spots you prepping a ribbon of red ropes. the tension in his body leaves him and all of it flows straight to his cock.
he'll wait hours on end for you to be ready, eyes glossy with a hint of desperation.
and when you're redoing a new knot over his wrists, he might have started to hump the air for some sort of friction.
azami holds his breath as the burn of the rope digs into his skin. he stills for a second. he's gonna cum way faster than he expected. prematurely. like some youngin.
he loves that you can hold him by a string. you can not harm him, you never tried even if he's in such a vulnerable position. that's what gets him mewling.
