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[yuichi-ro]

jinpachi ego x fem!Reader

cw: third perosn POV, plus size!Reader, sub!Reader, dom!Ego, established relationship, watersports, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, cervix fucking, creampie, multiple orgasms, unedited word count: 2k

𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙤𝙧𝙨, 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙠, 𝙖𝙜𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙨 𝘿𝙉𝙄

With a grin curling itself on his face as each finger swished in tandem against the velvety walls of her spasming core, Jinpachi couldn't help lick his lips at the sight. Held before him, not in his palm but writhing on his fingers as they stirred emotions and pleasure from her in a single get go. He kept his greed close to him as his ego grew in size at the mere pathetic sight standing above him. A firm grip on her thigh to stabilize her erratic hips from moving too far away from him. He would decide when she could move. And when she'd experience pure bliss.

"Is that all?" He tone short, glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose only to shift on his face when he looked up at her, "Well?" A forceful thrust into her core meant the woman's moan was ripped from her lips before she even realized it. A beautiful noise but not the answer he was looking for.

"No no no! It's not-" Her breathing hitched when both pads of his fingers pressed towards the back near her cervix in a total one eighty of how he had them. Those longer fingers long since tapping away at the keyboard in front of him. Now wrapped in comfort and warmth as he took his time fingering her up to this point of insanity. Sending a shiver right up her spine leading to her needing to grip his shoulders for dear life when her legs wanted to give out on her. Half lidded eyes shrouded in nothing but pure animalistic pleasure were cast down on him as he slowed his fingers and she was able to get another few words in, "Your- Fuck- I have to pee- You keep-"

Not an ounce of hesitation in his fluid motions. Those fingers that ravaged her core once again made the woman above him form a death grip on his shoulders and wiggle her hips as she so clearly struggled to stay standing on her feet above him like such. Crooked grin on his face Jinpachi leaned in and licked up the stretch marks on her thigh before slowing his fingers again, "You'll piss yourself? All over my hand like this? Over my fingers? Please-" His smile curled up to his ears and without warning he twisted his wrist so those same finger pads that had brushed against her cervix now threatened the very spot that would make her warning a reality, "Don't give me such an ego boost."

His word play earned a glare but that was short lived. He puppeted her pleasure like it was second nature to him. Curling his fingers against her bladder in the fleeting enjoyment of each lewd noise that made it past her lips. Growing in noise and in disgust for such a sight. He reveled in it without a care if his coworker was dumb enough to not heed his warning about quality time with his wife. It was in his contract after all, that he got the free time to do exactly as he pleased without interruptions.

"Jinpachi-" The weak excuse of a plea broke him from his enjoyment of the midday frolic. Above him the face of a woman at her limit. One he loved to be the cause of. And as she clenched and fought off the advancing pleasure, he was about to show her just how wonderful bullying his contract with Blue Lock was for the both of them.

"Do it." He demanded with a quickening of his fingers plunging inside her.

"W-What-?" 

Jinpachi licked his lips asserting he knew her body better than she did at this very moment. Refusing to let up on his fingering, abusing the parts of her that made her twist his shirt and whine his name. Pressing his lips to the stretch marks scattered across her belly as he somehow got them deeper within her without letting up on the pressure on her bladder, "Do it." He mumbled against her belly, "Piss down my arm. Absolute filthiness of it all. I want to feel it."

Drowning in his words as well as his actions she still struggled to hold onto sanity and the one thing eating away at her, "But the clean up-" 

"I don't care-" Jinpachi snapped. Reaching to gather the closest pile of his dirty laundry he'd yet to kick out of the way. Puzzling her but not letting her think as he didn't stop his fingers. Until there was a pile of his own clothes under both of them as well as scooting closer under her, "I'll make someone else clean it up. Won't tell anyone- It's not our job after all. So do it. Piss down my arm. Be a good girl for me."

That was it. He did know her body better than she did. Each second that was a struggle somehow only made the gush of liquid all that much more arousing. Fighting it to the bitter end even after he demanded it. Jinpachi curled his fingers just a bit more against her bladder and won the struggle between the two of them. 

The warm liquid immediately made his fingers squelch when he pushed them inside her through it. He saw no reason to let up on it. Fingering her just as fervently as he had been up to this point. Getting what he wished for as her thighs jiggled and trembled as the pleasure his fingers gave her skittered up and down her spine and throughout her entire body. Belly sucking in a choking breath as the waterfall of piss rolled down his pale arms. Quick to soak into the rolled up bit of his black work shirt. And overflowing from there. Until it endlessly streamed down his arm and dripped onto the dirty laundry under the both of them just as he planned. A light sprinkle turned into the woman above him letting everything out as she gasped for a breath and was left trembling in pleasure until the last droplet of piss rolled down the twitching tendons of his forearm. 

"Sit down." Jinpachi demanded without context except for the quick removal of his fingers the second she stopped peeing.

"Wait- Hold on I-" She protested only for the simple fact she was trying to recover from whatever the hell he'd just done to her. It wasn't for long though as he didn't blink an eye using his piss covered hands to grab her wrists and urge her down to him. 

In the haze of the only thing that could be explained as an orgasm, she hadn't noticed how quickly he'd unzipped and pulled down his pants. Realizing what he really meant by sit when Jinpachi had her lean into his chest just so he could reach down and position himself at her piss soaked entrance. And if his fingers hadn't been enough to unearth every overly sensitive nerve in her cunt, the quick push of his cock deep within her twitching walls reawoken the maddening pleasure he'd held above her head the entire time he fingered her. 

"Fuck..." The first hiss of pleasure from the man under her. Facade nowhere near cracking though. Jinpachi forced her into his chest as both hands encircled her sides and spread her ass apart so she was forced to sit down on every inch of his aching cock. His own shaken breath filled his lungs when Jinpachi rutted up into her soaked insides. Piss and slick mixed together to make it that much easier to push his cock right up against his mark. 

A twitch of his cock against her cervix and Jinpachi groaned when she tucked her face in his neck. Almost like relief. And with the growing scent of piss emanating from under them as well as staining their skin together. Both of them didn't stop there. His hands held her hips down when she sat up a little. Jinpachi relaxing back in the clusterfuck of dirty clothes to admire the sight above him. Wasting that little time before bucking his hips up into her just to see the twisted contorted face of pleasure so easily cock drunk on him after all these years.

"F-Fuck-" She exhaled through clenched teeth while dragging her fingers down his clothed chest, "Fuck you." Said with a smile and no real authority behind it. They both couldn't stop grinning at one another before Jinpachi took it a step further.

Rutting deep as he could manage. Using her weight to his advantage. He loved the soft squishiness of her core spasming around him. Just as wonderful as he thought it would be if she'd let loose a little. The retired soccer player felt her tense above him at the same moment a tightness crept into his belly. He'd really only have one shot at this. But a man with so much ego had little to doubt about himself.

Fucking her above him. Jinpachi needed to tell her to do little. Doing so on her own as she reached down to find her piss soaked clit. Slimy with juices and the little bit of pee that still clung to her. She had no qualms about rubbing herself to the rhythm of his strokes. Untouched clit begging for this attention after Jinpachi purposely neglected her bud of nerves for such a long time. And then to force her to cum vaginally like this. It was something only an egotistical maniac could manage. Along with the next one building inside her with each gasp that passed her lips. 

"Jinpachi- Fuck- Fuck I can't- I-" Babbling nonesense did not slow his thrusts. In fact that only made him hold on to the way his cock curved right in at the perfect moment each time their hips met. 

It couldn't last. And it wouldn't.

"S-Shit-" Dark eyes rolling to the back of his head for a moment of pure bliss. Jinpachi took what was his when he slammed his hips up into her. Orgasm exploding in his own senses. And fucking her right through that as cum drooled out around his cock with each spurt deeper inside. She only needed those handful of more strokes before another orgasm took her as well. Dryer than the one before. But twice as violent. The erratic rubbing of her clit assured how tight her walls got around his cock. Milking him of every last drop cum. What wasn't gooey around his cock as his thrusts slowed, was pushed up deeper into her as the last little bits of their orgasm finished. 

Piss and cum stained work clothes under both of them. Jinpachi didn't let her get a word in edgewise at what had just happened as a hand came behind her head and pulled her down to him. Kiss as raunchy as the sex they just had. He kissed her hard until she gave way to moans and his greed of sucking on her tongue as she wiggled and couldn't even think straight. Still throbbing after such an orgasm. His cock still inside her, no help. When she was finally able to break away from his siren like spell, all that waited for her was a grin. 

"What?" He pushed her down on his cock and enjoyed the bit of fucked out bliss that still crossed her face.

Fistful of laundry as she held herself up above him, she shook her head still trying to recoup from the very first orgasm, "Don't what me, you ass."

Jinpachi snaked his hands up her thighs and didn't hesitate to have his hands on her tits when he squeezed them with a grin, "Wanna go again?"

With filth under both of them. And a long deserved bath after this bullshit he pulled. There was no reason in ending the fun early anyways, "Sure." She said, wiggling herself on his cock and watching the partially overstimulated man roll his head back in bliss, "But you're picking this up."

Eyes closed Jinpachi still couldn't stop grinning, "If it'll benefit me, I'll do anything."

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reo mikage x fem!Reader summary: reo’s loss hurts more than he could imagine, what does he do now?

cw: fem!Reader, third perosn POV, agedup!Reo, plus size!Reader, alluded age gap, mommy kink, oral (m!receiving), tit job/chest siting, cum eating, unedited word count: 3k     a/n: i will not be returning to being on this account but I will be cross posting my fics once in a while

𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙤𝙧𝙨, 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙠, 𝙖𝙜𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙨 𝘿𝙉𝙄

"It hurts, doesn't it, not getting what you want?"

With eyes glassed over, Reo's adam's apple bobbed in his throat with the dry gulp of air he tried to suck in just to understand what she was saying. Heart thumping a million miles a minute in his chest. The soccer player's heavily lidded lavender eyes darted from the hand snaking along his thigh back to the deep in cleave being mashed up against his side. Once again her words began but his world was spinning.

"All alone..." Silky voice dancing from one ear out the other as she leaned over to nip at his ear lobe, "It hurts, doesn't it?"

Again he gulped but this time Reo was able to nod. Wordless though he felt the familiar throb of his cock in the confines of the Blue Lock suit. Had he any sense about him he could have crossed his legs to hide it. Instead her hand dipped further down his thigh which only invited Reo to open his legs more. Staring down at his own lap as though it were an out of body experience all together.

"Well then..." She caught his ear lobe between her teeth just to earn the audible moan she'd hoped for this entire time. A good squeeze to his thigh and a kiss to the shell of his ear when her voice drifted barely above a whisper, "...would you like me to, make you feel better?"

The way she pressed into him. So brashly with the undeniable fact she wasn't wearing a bra. One peak over and Reo could see her nipples budding through the thin fabric of her blouse. Swearing the room was colder than normal but what could he tell, every ounce of him was on fire with each tap of her finger and tickle of her breath along his neck. The tiniest hairs curled away from his little ponytail sending shivers down his back each time she exhaled so close to him. Reo had enough, he wanted to feel good finally.

"What's that?" Her mumble interrupted the kiss she was giving to the side of his head, "I can't hear you baby boy?"

"...y-yes." Reo's tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth but he managed the meager answer.

"Yes....?" She trailed off just as her touch also drifted from his thigh.

Immediately knowing he'd lose this sought after attention as well, Reo's emotions bubbled up in one big overflowing gush at the mere thought her studious attention was also going to leave him, "Yes please! Please I- I need it. I- I want it- I-" His bottom lip quivered in an endearing snivel as he looked on at the woman still gripping his thigh but who was now smiling sweetly at him. Swearing his heart jumped into his throat just as his cock twitched at the sight of her smile, "I want to feel better."

Dragging her fingers up his skin tight uniform with just a ghost of a touch across his hip before it trailed to his toned stomach, she leaned into him just to let her thin shirt be the only barrier between him and her chest, "I bet you want to hear how mommy will take care of you, don't you?" That smile quickly turned into a smirk when she shifted her shoulders and rubbed against him so adorably frozen in a trance, "Because...you look like a mommy kind of guy, am I wrong?"

Reo clammed up with most of his blood still rushing to the throbbing cock between his legs; he shook his head vigorously. Letting her know she was quite in fact right about that assumption. Those words rolled off her tongue and Reo was left wanting nothing more than to taste them on her lips for himself. Greedy for them but unable to move as he once again swallowed the lump in his throat and attempted anything to be closer to her.

Taking the time to lean in, the woman that had found him in his slump was happy to indulge a spoiled brat who's first taste of loss looked so beautiful on his worried face. Closing the space between them Reo's eyes grew huge when the want to taste became a reality. Met with nothing short of pure pleasure even money couldn't buy. Reo forgot to shut his eyes amidst the kiss. Until it was too late and she opened her own just to smile into the kiss.

"First time?" She muttered against his lips while rubbing a hand closer and closer to his inner thigh.

Reo's thoughts were quick but his mouth was nothing but lagging, "N-No- I mean- Kind of- I-" He fumbled, tripped and became a brilliant blushing mess as he wiggled next to her and struggled with every word dribbling from his pretty mouth, "Just- First time with such a pretty woman...is all..."

Like a scorned puppy he turned his face down after that clunky explanation. Not looking at him wasn't  something she cared for. So a delicate touch took his chin and turned him up towards her even with the little resistance when Reo tried to keep staring down at his lap. She wasn't having any of it and proceeded to kiss him again. This time with deep yearning that even he could not help but fold into. Finding himself nothing short of a clingy fool wrapping his arms around her shoulders trying to deepen the kiss. Forgetting any previous kiss he might have had just to mash his lips as hard into hers as he could until he couldn't breath.

"Mommy..." Reo mumbled pathetically against her lips at the first moment they broke away for a breath. He looked foolish so worked up over a kiss. And yet frumpy and disheveled didn't matter he couldn't think about anything but the buzzing all over his body.

Hushing him gently the touch that flirted with just the fringes of his inner thigh before now dipped all the way down until she pressed her palm against his clothed cock. Outright the most pathetic excuse of a moan ripped from Reo's lips and he lulled his head against her shoulder as his body reacted by simply spreading his legs even further apart. Absolutely no control over his own body. He was at her mercy and it utterly terrified him and excited the Mikage heir to no end.

"Is this..." Her hand pressed into his cock to feel him immediately twitch at the sensation, "Where I need to be?" Like before Reo nodded as his body adjusted and he pushed his hip up even in the slightest to feel the relief of friction against his throbbing cock. But her touch did not advance and she clicked her tongue just to snap his attention to her suddenly, "Use your words like a big boy Reo."

"Yes-" Sweat began beading along his hairline as his body screamed for more but his words kept alluding him, "Yes I need mommy there. Please-"

Another kiss to his ear as though it were a reward still sent spine tingling chills very visibly down Reo's back. It made her smile how badly he wanted this and let all his other worries slip away. So she gave him another kiss to his cheek this time and curled her fingers delicately around his cock so the fabric became tight over him, "What lovely manners you have...I do love that about you."

"Sh-Shit-" He hissed through clenched teeth when the fabric pulled taught over his tip rubbed just in the right way that his legs trembled ever so slightly.

"And a mouth on you..." She didn't let his little curses slip past as the only other free hand she had turned him to her, "I do adore that ever so much."

A kiss unlike the one before. Reo could not mash himself into the kiss but found himself following her lead when her tongue darted over his bottom lip. Hungry for more that the second time she went to do it he was already parting his lips wishing to taste her more. Getting exactly what he wanted as her tongue invaded his mouth. Bubbling little moans being dampened by the expertly sealed kiss. When Reo finally seemed to fall sedated into the kiss was when she let his weight lean more into her. Allowing for the encouragement of his hands to find their way up to her chest like his eyes had done the second she walked into the room.

No need to be told twice Reo grabbed at her tits with little encouragement. Feeling their weight in his palms and realizing it was even better than he imagined. Nothing was as delightful as the sensation of her already perky nipples through the fabric though. As Reo let his tongue dance around in the heated kiss, the Mikage heir found himself playfully tugging at her hard nipples until the first tease of her own moans passed muffled from the kiss.

So utterly enthralled and entertained by the tits he previously couldn't keep his eyes off of. Reo hadn't spared even a second to realize his suit had been pulled away. Only noticing when she pulled away from the kiss and his palms lost the enjoyable warmth of groping her tits as they kissed. Ready to protest with a whiny noise, Reo was more than speechless when she pulled away the fabric completely and bowed down. Giving the tip of his glistening cock a kiss before he could even say anything.

"Heh." She laughed as she situated herself down lower and between his legs with Reo staring like a deer in a headlights down at her, "You are awfully excited, aren't you?"

Licking his lips he wanted that rush of her tongue on his slit again but found his body frozen. Fists balling up next to him about ready to explode when his mind wouldn't work, Reo's pleas were answered when she leaned back down to run her tongue right up his cock and swipe the bead of precum clean off his slit.

"And you taste as pretty as you look." She winked up at him and his face ignited in blush, "Oh, do you not want me to-"

"No I do!" Reo blurted still red in the face after the second lick made him want to blow his load right then and there, "I- I very much want you to- Please-" He licked his lips utterly enthralled with the way her cleavage dipped so low as she leaned over hovering above his aching cock, "Please mommy- Make it better?"

"Aww," She couldn't be stopped from slowly stroking her closed fingers up and down the lower part of his shaft. Forcing another bead of precum to roll down from his swollen tip but this time she let it dribble all the way down until it soiled her fingers, "A good boy with manners. Of course I'll make you feel good."

The kitten lick to his tip was all but a tease. From the kiss she gave his cock head with delicately wet lips. Reo was not prepared for the body shuddering bliss that took him over when her mouth engulfed him. Wet and warm like nothing else he balled his fists up and did his best to lean back on his elbows and not pass out. Head spinning he felt it from his toes to the hairs on his scalp. This was amazing and each swipe of her tongue along his cock made him forget more and more why he was so upset in the first place.

Musky precum drooling into her mouth to mix with the saliva already pooling around her tongue. She made sure to not get a drop of it on his uniform knowing cleaning it would be too much of a hassle. Soon bobbing up and down his cock with Reo mesmerized both by her lips slipping up and down his cock but also the bounce in her tits as she got so into it. He wanted to feel them more. No, he needed to feel them more.

Without hesitation he leaned forward to find that his palms slipped so perfectly against her tits at this angle. Filling his hand and then some. They were as delightfully warm and squishy as they'd been when she was leaning into them. The obvious excitement of her tits suddenly in his hands didn't slip past the woman swallowing up his cock. Reo moaned even louder without a kiss to muffle it. Squeezing them tight the second his cock touched the back of her throat. Seeing a sudden explosion of pleasure that quickly faded before the crescendo hit him. Reo was left looking down at her half lidded unsure what he'd just experienced.

"...it fits so well in my mouth," A pop of her wet lips off his cock. It twitched in the cool air and she couldn't help but lick up his underside with a grin as Reo continued to grab at her tits, "But, you really like my boobs, don't you?"

Quickly he nodded absolutely ecstatic to be talking about them, "They're perfect. Everything about them is perfect I want to squish them all day and-"

"Then why don't you fuck them?" She interrupted his rant. Rightfully catching him off guard when Reo's eyes grew big at the suggestion, "You want to fuck mommy's tits, right?"

Clammed up again his cock answered for him this time. Twitching at the idea of engulfing itself between her pillow chest. Reo licked his lips, unable to find his words once again.

"Well come on then," She made the choice for him. A bit of encouragement and sweet talking only to find himself straddling her chest with all but one button undone on her blouse. Struggling to keep itself together as they wanted to let gravity win. She smiled and pressed them together before touching down Reo's legs as he trembled above her, "You love looking at them so much, don't you?"

It was true he was struggling to think right now with her tits so close to his cock. Reo twitched at the sight of her squishing them together and finally when she invited him to slip himself between her cleavage he couldn't do anything short of obey.

"Feel good?" She mused as Reo finally slipped his cock under the strained button and right between her tits. Thighs tensing he swore he'd blow his load right there if he didn't take a deep breath.

"F-Fuck-" Reo mumbled, hair in his face and sweat renewed on his brow as he struggled to hold it together, "I- This is amazing-"

Smiling at his enjoyment she led the charge by slowly encouraging him to move above her. Cock slipped between her breasts with her tongue just barely able to swipe over his tip when he thrusted forward. Reo's cute little brows knitted together in a scowl as he hunched over hardly able to control his erratic thrusts. Such a lovely sight for the two of them. Her eyes intent on watching the soccer player wavered and unfold before her and all she had to do was push her breasts together. Such a simple little thing but Reo was losing it.

"I- I can't-" His brows pinched together as he panted above her. Cock leaking across her chest as not all the precum could be licked up. Reo felt each swipe of his cock between her tits might be his last and yet he was almost too worked up to cum.

"Yes you can," She opened her mouth nice and wide just to lick at his tip a handful of times as Reo rutted into her chest, "Cum in my mouth, I know you can for mommy."

Mouth open, cock smashed between her tits and the look of pure bliss on her face as she waited for his load. Reo couldn't remember feeling this good ever. Purple eyes half lidded but only glued to her the soccer player couldn't stop his half ass thrusts as his spine tingled and the first gush of cum landed right on her tongue. Thick and not going anywhere, the streak of cum was the first of many as Reo fucked himself through his own orgasm on top of her. Bubbled up wads up cum dripping off her top lip and even a bit off her bottom. But for the most part Reo really had managed to dump most of his load in her mouth just like she said. When all was finally done his legs gave out on him like he'd ran a million laps. Unaware for a second of all his weight he sat back on her chest. Only propping himself up by his arms as he stared down at her painting and tried to regain his senses.

When she thought he'd roll off of her, he did the opposite. Moving down just enough to kiss her. Bowing head head down as far as he could bend. Disregarding the taste of his own cum on her lips. He needed to kiss her here and now more than anything else in the world.

"...do you feel better?" She whispered against his lips as the kiss only broke because Reo took in a deep breath after realizing he was holding it in.

Like before he could not respond but managed to nod his head. With the sensation of her warm undressed upper half against him Reo all but collapsed on top of her. Dead weight with his face buried deep in her neck. Sprawled out on top unable to move but finally able to find his voice, "...it doesn't hurt as much anymore."

"I know it doesn't." Arms coming up to embrace him, carding her fingers through the pieces too short to stay in his hair tie. Reo shuddered above her and she once again kissed the shell of his ear before holding him tighter to her, "I'll always make sure you get what you need, even if it isn't what you thought you wanted. Promise."

[yuichi-ro]

𝘿𝙖𝙯𝙖𝙞 𝙊𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙪 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 summary: Osamu never wanted to stop the bleeding this bad (vent piece)

cw: fem!Reader, third perosn POV, self harm, blood, manic state, angst, unedited word count: 1.9k      

ᴅɴɪ ᴍɪɴᴏʀꜱ/ʙʟᴀɴᴋ/ᴀɢᴇʟᴇꜱꜱ ʙʟᴏɢꜱ

What should he do? What could he do? The blood kept coming and Osamu couldn’t shut his eyes. 

Violent red painted over his vision in that very instance. Not because the wounds were deep. No in fact they were extremely shallow in comparison to some he’d even had himself. But the mere fact there was so many of them. Criss crossed lines of red in such a density on each place over her skin. Wrists, thighs, breasts, stomach; there wasn’t a place he could look and not see the aftermath. Overlapping cuts made repetitively until the flesh curled up under the edges of each cut and looked raw and jagged as though torn at by bare hands instead of sliced with such a sharp razor. 

An itch or an ache that could never be scratched no matter how far one dug in was how it’d been explained to him once and only once. Osamu couldn’t understand what she was doing until he saw once more the dirtied edge of the scalpel dive into the flesh of her own body. Unflinching even as he himself felt his skin turn clammy and cold at the sight. She drug the knife like it was hungry for more even after all it’d done to her. New fresh blood bubbling up in it’s wake until he found he himself shaking his head utterly wordless but the rush of panic.

“Stop- Stop!” His voice hoarse and thick in his throat like he hadn’t spoken in ages, it didn’t even sound like himself when he heard it. Osamu tried to unstick his tongue from the roof of his mouth to be louder but couldn’t find it in him to scream any harder the second the scalpel came out of the wound just for it to go back into an untouched inch of skin now being tainted and ruined like the other patches had been, “Stop! I said stop!” 

Like she was spun out a trance Osamu succeeded in meeting her eyes. Only to find them glazed over with a stare that looked right past him. She’d heard his voice and yet, couldn’t see him.

Before he knew it she pressed the tip of the sharp blade to the exposed part of her breast again as it was the closet thing to the blade. Already from the damaged done the seam of her bra was soaked. Blood sponged up in the fabric as it drooled down from the lacerations. Smears of it from where she’d accidentally and mindlessly drug her wrists over her own body in the gruesome process to quench a need. If an inch of her hadn’t been cut away at, then it was more than likely smeared with another body part tacky and damp with blood.

Voiceless Osamu reacted before thinking anything through. Grabbing her wrist just as the tip slid across the surface of her skin like a butterfly’s kiss. Without care how hard he’d yanked her arm away. Only dead set on keeping the scalpel away from any part of her skin now that he was here.

“Stop!” Osamu’s voice waivered in his throat just as he kept shaking his head unable to process what he was seeing, “What are you- What are you doing to yourself?!”

Again she looked up at him. Or more or less in his general direction. With a stare that was neither here or where he was. Osamu felt the vomit rush up his throat when their eyes met like this, “I-” Her lips stuck together as though she’d been sleeping, tacky and damp from spit. The need to throw up clung in his throat but his stomach dropped ten stories when her voice cracked with the tears running without regret down her cheeks, “I want to die.”

“W-What?” Osamu’s words trembled as they fell from his lips with a wide stare in her direction.

“I said I want to die!” Latching onto his wrist that held her offending hand, she tried to pry herself out of his touch with the blade still tight in her grasp. Thrashing and pushing at him with so much anger leeched into her tone that Osamu didn’t understand where this was all coming from or who it was he was speaking too, “Let go of me! I- I want to die! Let me do this- Let me do what I want Osamu!”

“No!” He ignored the blood getting wiped all over him in the struggle. The stagnant stench of metallic in the air choking to smell like this. Enough to turn even a pig’s appetite sour. Wrestling the sharp item away from her was all he could think to do in the moment. If not for her own sake than his. With the flashes of her dragging the scalpel through her skin again like he’d stumbled upon felt worse than a thousand deaths. Osamu couldn’t see that again no matter what she said or did.

“I just- I want it gone-” Even fatter tears now bubbled in the corner of her eyes and dribbled down her cheek to drip off onto his clothing. Each passing second the resistance he was met with faded little by little. Left with nothing more than a tired tug at her own arm with his death grip sure to leave bruises on the arm holding the knife. Unable to face him she went limp all at once with a loud sob, “I want to die Osamu.” In turn when she’d stop fighting it. Just to finally look up at him with watery eyes that reflected every bit of light in the room. There was a slight glimmer of the person he’d always seen behind those eyes. Masked with something he knew but could not understand even as she spoke, “...why won’t you leave me alone?”

The loud clink when she’d finally released the knife. Metal hitting the ground next to them. Osamu quickly and without a second thought kicked it as far across the room as he could sitting down like this while gripping her bloodied arm. Like it was a loaded gun, he wanted it gone forever. But with the bloodied tool out of reach he still did not release her wrist. Loosening the grip but not once thinking to let go like she might go for it again.

“...Because,” He croaked with that same lump in his throat when he stared back at the face he was more familiar with now, “I love beautiful women too much.”

Out came the pour of tears. One’s so violent that she drew her hands to her face to cover herself and forcing him to let go finally. Choking tears causing her body to shake and tremble as they escalated. Osamu still high on his fight or flight response at seeing her blood went to reach out and touch her. Just to receive a swat away from her and even louder sobs.

“Stop lying!” Her voice hoarse from the crying that seemed never ending, “Stop lying to me! Stop- Just-” For a second their intensity died down and she looked up from her blood and tear stained hands at the man across from her staring, “Stop treating me like a person.”

He figured if it came down to it, who could get to the scalpel first might have end in a draw. Still he told himself with confidence that he’d reach it first no matter what. With that in mind and fighting the words she just spat on him, Osamu looked down at his bloodied hands and the skiff of blood stains on his bandaged arms as well as his trench coat. Wordless he untucked the edge of his bandages to slowly begin unraveling them. Exposing the mostly untouched pale skin of his arms. Methodic as he undid them all so he had a neat little roll in his possession. Not as nice as when he’d bought them of course as he only had his fingers to roll them up on. It was enough that when Osamu reached out to grab her hand. Ignoring the slight with drawling yank she gave when he touched her. Osamu studiously looked down at the gnarled section of skin lacerated to a bloodied pulp by her own hands. It churned his stomach and made his hair stand up on end. But with persistence his expression remained neutral and Osamu began wrapping his own bandage around her wrist without a word spoken.

The two upper extremities were easy. Like wrapping his own arms but just at a kind of funky angle since he was sitting across from her. Osamu did his best to ignore the spots where perhaps the cuts were particularly deep. As they seeped up into his bandages even through a few good layers he applied. They’d only reach that last layer of bandage though and seem to clot and stop. So Osamu continued his silent work without meeting her eyes. Without making a single comment or anything. Wrapping her thighs up as well as her arms in the same similar fashion. Until the only thing left where the oozing scratches across the top of her breasts. 

With her bra soaking up most of what had been bled from the wounds. Osamu sat there utterly unbandaged and bare skinned now with only a few scrapes of his bandages left. Nowhere near enough to loop around her once yet alone the few half a dozen times he’d need to match the way he did her wrists and thighs. It was at that moment Osamu realized he himself ironically didn’t have enough bandages.

“It’s funny.” He finally said. Though dead flat in tone, the welling tears in his eyes that soon rushed past his lashes and down his cheek did not match with how he spoke so softly and calmly, “I’d probably have more of these at my place. I- I always have bandages on me. For emergencies- I- I always have so many of them I buy them on sale you know? I...” Osamu struggled to swallow the lump in his throat to no avail as it clung to him making it hard to breath even. Fatter tears cascading down his cheeks now. Washing away what ever stray streaks of her blood he might have gotten when struggling for the scalpel. Osamu sat there unable to take his watery brown eyes off the scrapes of bandages left in his possession, “I buy these on sale...I have so many of them I just-”

“....Osamu.” She spoke in just a mere whisper between the two of them as the silence was deafening, “I..”

“I’ve got more alright?” He finally broke the stare to tilt his head up. Beaming smile nowhere matching the glaze of tears over his wide brown eyes. Looking lost for words he kept smiling even as the tears rolled down his cheek, “I buy them on sale I’ve got all the bandages in the world and I’d love to share them with you.”

That same deafening silence crept back between the two of them after that. Both humans looking at the other as though through frosted glass able to make out the person in front of them but not really the true details of the individual. He’d seen so much blood and yet this rotten metallic filled stench would never leave his nose for as long as he lived. And even with how far away he’d kicked the knife, Osamu never wanted to see bleeding like this again.

[yuichi-ro]

𝘿𝙖𝙯𝙖𝙞 𝙊𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙪 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 summary: the agency has one of the most comfortable couches (nsfw) 

cw: fem!Reader, exhibitionism, no dom/sub dynamic, vaginal fingering, praise kink, oral (f!receiving), unprotected vaginal sex, semi edited word count: 1.8k    

ᴅɴɪ ᴍɪɴᴏʀꜱ/ʙʟᴀɴᴋ/ᴀɢᴇʟᴇꜱꜱ ʙʟᴏɢꜱ 

Squelching of your juices overflowing around his knuckles didn’t stop Osamu from plunging the second of his fingers even deeper within your velvety walls after stretching you with just the one. Love drunk brown eyes on you and only you as you laid back on the tawny couch. Legs spread and Osamu splendidly between them on his own knees. Matching tawny pillow clutched to your chest so not to dirty the Agency’s wares on the floor. But also there so you could cover your face when he twisted his fingers up against your sweet gooey weak spot. Finger pads of his index and middle finger knew exactly what to do when the gummy warm muscles of your cunt tightened around him like an assurance he was doing the right thing. When he drew that touch of his against your sensitive insides was also the same moment you covered your face with the pillow you’d be holding with a death grip.“No...” Osamu mumbled with his lips dancing light across the inner skin of your thigh, “Don’t hide from me...you’re so beautiful like this.”

“Osamu...” You groaned into the pillow still hiding your face. Thoughts frazzled because every time he’d speak, the man would also twist his fingers around inside you to draw out a loud moan muffled by the same pillow suffocating you, “Y-You-”

“And you’re beautiful voice.” Peppering kisses down your thigh he let the cool air prickle all the goosebumps he could manage on your flesh when his lips left just a trace of spit as he drew his tongue lightly down your thigh for fun, “No one’s here, let me hear you my beautiful princess.”

His name threatened to leave your lips with another groan. One of pleasure and annoyance twisted up in one. That was before his lips made contact with your clit though. Warm with the way he’d kissed down your thigh when plunging his fingers knuckles deep in you. Osamu moaned as loud as his mouth mashed into your cunt would allow. Showing you just how alone the two of you were. His maw opened wide to accommodate his greedy tongue slipping up and around every inch of your throbbing clit. Lanky fingers still persistent with their job as he let you soak in the nature of just how turned on you really were. Glistening fingers soaked to the last knuckle for both, Osamu continued to push them deep within your twitching walls even when his tongue found your clit.

“Shit- Osamu-” You ditched the pillow entirely. Favoring his hair instead as the pillow fell without care onto the ground. And no way to keep yourself silent now either. Devil’s way the only way. Osamu drew out a slough of loud mouthy moans with his tongue dabbling insistent circles against the hood of your clit. Now as hard as could be and favorable for him to take you into his mouth. He didn’t care if you were to smear your juices all over his face and force him to walk out of the very Agency he worked at like that. Osamu would hear you as the only other set of ears in the building on a weekend.

Impossible to hold fast against his tongue. Osamu rocked his fingers within the depths of your core searching for that very same sweet spot he’d hit when kneeling earlier. Different now as he had no intention of taking his lips from your budding clit. He searched to your pleasure until he struck gold once more. 

An immediate shift to your hips. Bucked up against his face and the wet echo of your juices once again so loud in the empty workspace. Osamu’s lips curled up into a grin that made it impossible for him to suck at your clit. Instead favoring his tongue that also allowed him to finger you much deeper than before.

“Fuck- Fuck Osamu- I’m-” You would never need to tell him when you were close. By the way you rolled your hips. The hitch in your breathing. Down to the way your walls tightened around his fingers and Osamu swore your clit twitched against his tongue. You played out like a beautiful instrument under him as your pleasure superseded your need to stay quiet. 

Gushing and overflowing pleasure from you above him. Osamu wouldn’t let up until his scalp hurt from the twisting grip you held on his hair. Tongue steadfast even as you bucked and whined and screamed his name. Orgasm taking over your senses save for the tickle of his hair between your thighs when you squished Osamu’s head between them to ride out your orgasm.

Finally when the first deep breath you could manage filled your lungs. Was when you realized the death grip you held on his hair. Embarrassed to admit the few strands that came out when you released your grip. You grinned down at him like a fool trying to dust the hair you accidentally ripped out of him off your hand when those love drunk brown eyes found yours again. Holding that gaze before you realized you were reaching down to cup his face. Ushering him up to you. Lanky limbs coming on either side of you as Osamu crawled up from his kneeling position. Leaning the brute of his weight into your body even if it meant getting your juices on the lapels of his suit. He was drawn up to your lips in no time. Deepening a peck on the lips to a tongue twirling kiss. Fingers finding their way back into his hair. And Osamu’s turn to let out the fragment of a moan when you sucked his tongue between your lips and met his lovely brown eyes.

“We’re still alone...” You muttered against his lips.

“Don’t need to tell me twice.” Osamu grinned with his lips finding your cheek. Returning to the greedy need to kiss every inch of your skin while he fumbled to undo the buckle on his pants. 

Clink of the metal securing his belt was almost as loud as your orgasm it seemed. It was fleeting though when Osamu had his waistband pushed down enough so that when he got back up to kneel into the edge of the couch in a blink of an eye. Cock head slipping against your soaked slit. Fat cunt lips engulfing his leaking tip. You’d forgotten he still had every piece of clothing on since letting yourself into your shared place of work.

Teeth clenched Osamu couldn’t tear his eyes away from the sight of your pussy drooling along his cock the more he rubbed against you, “Fuck-” He managed to moan through his teeth.

“Come now...” You drew your touch up along his neck just to card your fingers through his hair and turn that lustful gaze on your face, “Let me hear that beautiful voice.” You took a page right from his book as you smiled up at him devilishly.

A exhale disguised as a little laugh Osamu couldn’t think of the right words so resorted to sinking himself little by little into your core. Those walls once squeezed his fingers. Now sucking him in more and more with the welcoming feeling of warm gooey making him want to melt. And melt he did until Osamu bottomed out in you completely. Arms propping himself up on either side of you. Minor protest from the couch when he rutted into you and pushed the couch back against the wall firmly with a screech of the feet dragging along the Agency’s floor.

“Osamu-” You gasped with the stomach twisting pleasure of his cock buried inside you but also from the fact he moved the couch.

“Whoops,” He said with a grin as he bowed back down to your level, “Good thing we’re alone.”

Feeling his cock twitching inside you. He didn’t waste much time dragging himself back out to enjoy the twitch of your walls protesting him from taking his cock nearly out. Drunk on the man inside you, you couldn’t stop grinning with your arms looped around his neck, “Careful, Kunikida will know you moved it and- FUCK-”

“And we'll just move it back when we’re done.” Osamu mumbled against your lips as he buried himself back inside you without warning. 

“Fucker.” You hooked your fingers along the back of his neck forcing the man to kiss you if he was going to be so brash.

To which Osamu obliged. Happy to feel your lips fit perfectly against his with the dart of your tongue along his bottom lip when he began fucking you. Neither of you were able to seal the kiss or keep your voices down. Breathless moans getting swallowed up by the other. Scooting your hips down until the slap of Osamu’s hips against your ass filled the empty office space. Both of you grabbing for the other. Panting like two dogs in heat. Until your legs couldn’t be stopped from hooking around Osamu’s hips and caging him in to only thrust deep as he could into you. Something you knew always brought the man undone.

“Shit-” Osamu’s hair tickled your face as he shook his head. Half lidded brown eyes staring down at you like he couldn’t tear them away, “I’m- I can’t-”

On queue you curled those fingers at the base of his neck tight to bring him down to you. Kissing the man above you deeply as his hips gave an erratic rut to them. Osamu’s whorish moan swallowed up by your mouth as you kept kissing him right through his own orgasm. Toe curling pleasure over taking him Osamu couldn’t stop his hips from doing when they were made to do. Rut deeper into you as his cum poured inside your velvety walls without care of the consequences. You were the one who locked your legs around him. If anything, this was your fault.

When all was said and done. And Osamu was able to suck in one good breath before breaking the kiss just to wobble a little on his arms above you. Still looking down at you with those dopey love struck brown eyes. Now they just seemed a little more exhausted than before. But all the same to you when you leaned up and brought him down to kiss the tip of his nose.

“We should get paid overtime.” You whispered like it suddenly mattered that the two of you should be quiet in the workplace.

“Oh no doubt we should so get paid overtime.” Osamu agreed with a grin as he leaned into your entire body on the couch, not ready to be rid of the warmth of your cum soiled walls were giving him with his cock still buried inside you, “Should we, tell the boss on Monday?”

You looked on either side of the couch to see the end tables were certainly not where they were on Friday. And the couch would be pushed back in place before you two left but that meant nothing to one of your coworkers who could smell the trouble you both stirred on the daily. Giggling, you wrapped yourself around as much of Osamu as you could and nuzzled your forehead against his as you weren’t ready to part with the feeling of him inside you just yet either, “Nah, I bet Kunikida will tattle on us instead.”

[yuichi-ro]

◈ 𝘠𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘦 || 𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘠𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘈𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘢𝘳𝘺

◈ 𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: one year ago today @ 6:20 pm I just admittedly ruined my life with a fictional man and I’m both proud and embarrassed to say I’m still madly in love with the bastard

cw: fem!Reader, second person POV, selfship insinuated, fluff/comfort word count: 2.9k

◈ ᴍɪɴᴏʀꜱ/ʙʟᴀɴᴋ/ᴀɢᴇʟᴇꜱꜱ ʙʟᴏɢꜱ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ʙʟᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ ◈

““Did you hear?”

“Yeah he moved out of the residents where the pyrokentics stay.”

“They’re all mostly dumb little kids anyways they should have kicked him out ages ago.”

“Shh don’t let management hear you. I heard they hired him on full time as an employee in the power development branch.”

“Are you serious? He’s still going to be here?”

“Worst of all...that greenhorn of a medical officer willingly took him in.”

“Took him in?”

“They’re living together.”

“Does that woman have a death wish? Does she know who she let into her own home?”

“It’s a shame, she would have made a great doctor. Oh well.”

You’d been subjected to it all. From the stares like you were stricken with leprosy. To the intrusive questions any sensible person wouldn’t dare to ask of a practical stranger. The opinions of others fell on your shoulders one by one like bricks as they tried to build a house around you to understand why exactly, out of all the people in the world, you agreed to let The Reaper live with you.

“Everyone shut up. I’ll do it. Kurono can live with me.”

Those words still rang true when you said them. No one clapped or patted your back at the board meeting when you were the only one to step up and offer a welcoming home to the freshly written off third gen. Who could really blame them? He was on thin ice as an asset with the damage he’d caused in multiple rooms during treatment. Just the money alone spent to contain his tephrosis could have funded something else or extended a lease on something in any of the multitude of fingers Haijima had in the Tokyo Empire’s daily life. For what should have been a begging, thankful man as an outcome. Only made a surly, hard to work with, intimidating bully of a man who no one wanted to shoulder the burden up. 

So in reality, you were the first one to place the very first brick on your shoulders. Bearing the weight of your decision you made all on your own. Even without a pay raise.

Like most hyped up things, they’d slowly become yesterday's news.

The questions, intrusive and rude, trickled down to a near stop after a while. A new arrangement becoming old news to everyone. Only employees in their first week on the job would yank you aside to ask in a hushed voice if you were ok after their first encounters with The Reaper. To which you’d laugh it off in the end. At first it would prickle your nerves and leave a sour taste in your mouth at the audacity from people who didn’t even know your first name yet alone anything about you or him. Now though you only chuckled in their face and let the concerned newbie know what you two had planned for dinner and that you’d let them know tomorrow if the meal sat well with you or not. No one thought it was as funny as you did. Still thought they insisted on asking so you never gave them the answer they were looking for.

Because it simply wasn’t there. Living with Kurono just; really wasn’t that different from living alone. For the better part of the adjustment period that was. You two went to the same place to work. He wasn’t a bad cook so you split kitchen duties down the middle. Clean and tidy in both personal and shared spaces so chores were never an issue. Already equipped with the tools to talk to him because of treatment as well as being the only coworker to tread those waters. Going from work to home wasn’t much of a change. The only thing different wasn’t the leery stares you got from overly concerned strangers who didn’t know the first thing about either of you two. Their fear was rooted in what you could only excuse as a natural instinct. Maybe yours had been dulled the longer you were around him. Leaving you perhaps vulnerable but to what you weren’t exactly sure. Kurono hardly expended more energy than an average house cat on a particularly busy day. That lull in complacency is probably why the first time he woke you up at night, you weren’t that startled to see his familiar set of orange eyes on you.

“...What- Yuichiro- What- What time is it?” You fished for your phone when absolutely no light was trickling in from your curtains. And were even more surprised to see it was barely past midnight. Asleep just long enough to be disoriented when there was a soft wrap of knuckles on the door. He’d succeeded in waking you up but when you rubbed your face squinting Kurono remained motionless in the doorway, “Is something wrong? Did I forget to turn something off?”

This was probably the moment all your coworkers tried to warn you about over the past few months. How most of them would be in hysterics if The Reaper had stood in their doorway with minimal backlighting to illuminate his figure in the doorway. At that very moment all you could do was think you left rice in the rice cooker or the stove on after meal prep.

“Can’t sleep.” Kurono finally voiced.

Not what you expected to hear and it dragged you from your tired haze more than if he’d said the stove was on fire.

“What?” You rubbed at your face unsure you heard him correctly. 

“Can’t sleep.” He repeated himself without a hint of inflection to his voice.

Finally sitting up in bed you looked around the dark room hardly able to the outlines of your own belongings. Yet you could see enough of him to make out that same complacent expression he always looked at you with. Rightfully tired you didn’t think much of what came out of your mouth next.

“...I guess, you can come lay down?” You offered as you padded the empty side of your bed. Normally untouched and had been since you bought it. 

Silent as he came over to the opposing side of your bed. You rolled the covers down and looked up at him only half aware of what was going on. Wanting nothing more than to get back to sleep as soon as possible. So the solution in the dead of night to let him sleep in your bed seemed like a no brainer. 

And as the weight of another person finally on the other side made your frame creak with a tiny groan. That was the first time you’d let him sleep in your bed. Your back to well, his side, you weren’t really sure as he hardly moved after getting in bed next to you. And you had no idea what position he slept in honestly. Awake before your alarm for the following morning went off. That was the first time he asked to sleep in your bed with you but by far wasn’t the last.

See because the very next night it was the same thing. Confusing you more than making you cranky since this time he’d made his way into your room before midnight at least. Leaving you sure he hadn’t even attempted to sleep in his own bed before telling you that he couldn’t sleep. Perhaps taking it as a kindness to not wake you up like the night before. Kurono’s odd ability to be intrusive in the least rude ways with you had you looking at him weird when he made that statement again. Though after the night before you really couldn’t complain as he hadn’t kept you up and you’d slept like a rock.

So again, rolling down the covers to the other side of your bed, you invited him in. Watched even as he settled down beside you. Legs tucked under the covers neither of you had pulled up yet. Very aware of the sleepwear you both would wear as more often than not neither of you were in a rush to get dressed on weekends. So when you smiled at him and let him know you were going to turn off the light. Kurono silently looked down at your lap until the click of the lamp. Followed by the shuffle of bodies in bed. One was yours and the other his. You were in a strange way glad he didn’t wake you up this time. So when the threat of sleep was on the verge of taking you over. You thought nothing of it when you felt a familiar hand lay itself against the small of your back. Just the faintest touch when he’d extend his fingers to loop them in the fabric of your shirt. Not infringing on the way you slept or anything. Just the subtle notice that told you he was right there with you. It was strangely comforting but before you knew it you woke up the next morning to him out of bed and the covers pulled up. Once again this wouldn’t be the last time he asked to sleep in bed with you.

The third night and you pulled the covers down to the other side of the bed without even thinking about it. In fact you’d stopped to look at it weirdly as you’d never done it before. But when you looked up from the side of the bed previously untouched, there he was standing in your doorway like the previous nights.

“Can’t sleep?” You asked with a bit of a smile when you came back around to your side of the bed.

Lips set in a stern line Kurono looked down, “...if you don’t mind.”

Getting into the well worn groove of your side of the bed just too look up at him you kept smiling, “I don’t mind at all.”

Because the fact of the matter was you didn’t. You also hadn’t given it much thought as someone looking in might have found this odd and inappropriate. But that seemed as rich of an opinion as those coworkers who swore you’d be dead by the end of the week if you let him move in with you. You weren’t dead. And honestly you liked the comfort of a body next to you. Even if it were just his knuckles brushing your back in the middle of the night. It felt nice to be close.

Something was different tonight though. The first night Kurono had woken you up. The second night you were already in bed. But this third time you’d seen each other getting into bed before the lights were even off. So now in the darkness it felt off in a way you couldn’t quit pin. And as you stared off at the wall where you always laid at the edge of your bed. You couldn’t quite fall asleep the same as you had previously. On a whim suddenly rolling over to face the middle of the bed.

Surprised to see him not on his back or facing the other way. Kurono had rolled onto his side before you even noticed it. Leaving the two of you facing nose to nose on separate pillows to stare at each other.

“...can’t sleep?” You asked in a hush whisper between the two of you.

His expression, though hard to see in the dark, looked a little pensive as he laid there with his hand tucked up under his cheek, “I can leave if you can’t sleep.”

The immediate threat of him leaving made you instinctively reach out. Grabbing onto the bit of corner pillow case he wasn’t lying on. It took you a second to realize what you’d just done as well as glancing at your hand so close to his face, “I...No, stay.”

Of course he complied by staying utterly still. Even after months of living here Kurono kept referring to it as your place. Your apartment only. Not yet once vocalizing that he saw it as his home as well. Even as he laid in bed only a few inches away from you in the under lit room. 

“...are you doing ok here?” You asked as too much time had passed and neither of you seemed close to falling asleep, “I mean...in the apartment. Here with me. Are you adjusting ok?”

While most of his answers always tended to be curt, to the point and blunt. There were moments like these that you could see him take his time to figure out the way he wished to word them. It was seconds like these you wished your coworkers saw more of. These times where he truly curated his answer based on how he felt and not just by the gut reaction of those around him.

“...It’s nice here.” Kurono muttered, “In your apartment. I like the extra space and no alarms going off randomly.”

Rubbing the cool fabric of his pillow case between your thumb and forefinger you looked at your action with such intensity you nearly zoned out for a moment, “This is your place too you know? It’s your home not just...not just another holding cell. I- I want you to like it here.”

His orange eyes shifted up to your face. The one thing you could always see in the dark. Where you should have been uneasy to look a snake in the eyes in such a dark room. They brought you comfort that couldn’t be explained even if you had all the words in the world to do so. No one would understand this. And those who heard your thoughts would call you crazy.

“I do like it here.” Kurono spoke frankly.

Such a broad term and you needed more reassurance you were doing the right thing, “In the apartment? In your room? What part do you like?”

“I like it here.” He said again, this time with the slightest gesture of his gaze that quickly tipped you off that he meant your room.

“Oh. Oh-” You laughed a little under your breath at the misunderstanding and stopped rubbing the pillow case so close to his cheek, “You can have this room, we can switch this weekend if you’d like.”

“It’s not the room.” Kurono cut in to clarify. He stirred a confused look from you and he could be heard sighing softly in the dark room even if you couldn’t really see anything, “I meant the bed. I like being here...with you.”

Then it dawned on you. From the very moment you met him. Though through an observation glass as thick as your fist. You two, hadn’t really spent a lot of time apart. Why else would you have offered to let him stay with you if not for the fact most of your day was spent together anyways? It seemed so natural that amidst the change in scenery and paperwork that went with it, you hadn’t thought about the fact he just came to live with you because he wanted to.

“Yuichiro?” You whispered across the small gap between the two of you.

He didn’t say anything but you felt and saw his gaze on you in the small space you had between each other.

 “...can I hold you?” You asked, hardly sure you said it loud enough to hear in the room. Yet at the same time it made your ears ring it felt like the loudest thing you’d ever said in your life.

Static silence. Certainly a wrong move that would result in your coworkers being correct about him. Over your dead body they’d say they told you so. As you held your breath concerned with what you’d just said. All of it was released when Kurono leaned forward in the cramped space of your bed. 

Forehead to your lips when he buried his face into the ratty old t-shirt you chose to wear every night. Quickly to not pass this up you engulfed him in your arms when you could. Arms tucked under his neck and draped over his shoulder to engulf all of him. You buried your nose into his mop of straight, thick black hair and moved your body all that much closer to the side of the bed you never laid on. The Reaper in your arms as his face felt a million times warmer than any blankets you could put on yourself. What happened after that was simply the quickest you’d ever fallen asleep. One second you were curling your arms to adjust his head into the crook of them. The next you woke up to bright lights threatening your blinds and the same mop of black hair still tucked into your chest as when you’d fallen asleep hours before.

So as the questions still came in like stragglers late to class. Asking if you were ok or if you were being compensated for living with the awful Reaper who still plagued Hiajima. You learned to laugh them off. Making everyone who only said they were concerned about your safety uncomfortable. Good. Because really they had no say in anything that you chose to do. And you liked it that way. Just like you liked the way Kurono came to ask if he could sleep in bed with you. Because in just three days you were sleeping better than you’d ever had in your entire life. 

Now you would wake up with an arm cinched tight around your side and his face buried in the back of your neck with his knees pressed to the back of yours. As close as he could possibly get nightly. Waking up like this every morning made you smile. And made you so happy that he’d asked to come sleep in your bed all those years ago.

[yuichi-ro]

◈ 𝘙𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘍𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘴 𝘹 𝘱𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯!𝘧𝘦𝘮!𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

◈ 𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: Roland made a fool of you and Olivier during the last mission, now it’s your plan to make the jasper bearing paladin your own personal fool

cw: fem!Reader, dom!Reader, slightly mean!Reader + Olivier, exhibition, cucking (of Olivier), degradation themes, slight dumbification, overstim, unprotected vaginal sex, multiple creampies, unedited word count: 1k  

◈ ᴍɪɴᴏʀꜱ/ʙʟᴀɴᴋ/ᴀɢᴇʟᴇꜱꜱ ʙʟᴏɢꜱ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ʙʟᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ ◈

Legs splayed over his broad hips gave you the best seat in the house as you drug your slit along the underside of his cock. Marking your territory for good measure with the trail of juices being smeared along the man’s twitching cock. With it the globs of cum he’d already spent filling your pussy with. Now drooling from your core as you snickered with derogatory glee that the holy man was still so hard after his orgasm.

“This is a punishment Roland!” You swirled your hips around on him. Wet squelch of his cum and your juices making a lewd echo in the room as the only other person to hear it was Olivier with his arms crossed and a furrowed glare on his features as he watched every second of this unflinching, “You’re enjoying yourself far too much for a punishment.”

Hands right back to dimpling the fat of your hips when the ecstasy of your gummy walls re enveloped his throbbing cock. Roland tipped his head back, unable to see your face or Olivier’s for that matter. Still the heat that ripped through his body was unlike any he’d had before. Making it impossible for him to form a real good thought as your cunt swallowed him up again. 

“Roland you idiot!” Olivier fumed even if he had to keep averting his eyes only to find them drifting right back to the way his cock slipped out of you, glistening with juices and cum, only to be buried back inside when you bounced on him, “This will be a punishment you fool, you nearly cost us our mission!”

Bucking his hips up to meet yours when you continued to ride him, Roland could hear his dear friends voice but only continued to lose himself in blissful pleasure as his overly sensitive tip rammed against your cervix with each thrust, “I-I’m sorry- T-This- This is- I deserve-”

“See Olivier,” You picked up the pace of your hips. No denying the pleasure bubbling up in you from looking back and seeing Roland’s beautiful green eyes roll to the back of his head at the same moment your body would shudder as he rutted inside you, “He’ll get it- Won’t you, Roland?”

Like an obedient mutt he quickly nodded. No idea what he might be agreeing too as his senses all but grew fuzzy again. Sure he’d came no more than five minutes ago. You were not joking when you said you’d give him no time to rest. Ache of his once spent balls contradicting the over saturation of pleasure his cock was feeling, Roland whimpered out a meager protest when his toes curled and his hair began to stick to his forehead.

“Already cumming again.” Olivier said with such disgust even though he could not look away from the sloppy mess of his previous seed clinging to your cunt lips after he’d fucked that first round of out you, “Of course you would.”

With the familiar throb of his cock you wiggled yourself on Roland’s length as his hips formed the erratic buck of his all too soon orgasm. Surely as strong as the first one his face pinched with pleasure only to be flush with relief as his cum seeded your insides once more. Adding to the disgusting mess already left before. This one a few spurts short though of the last as he gasped out and tried to suck in a decent breath when you continued to ride him without mercy.

“What’s this? You need a break?” You felt his cum oozing out of your cunt, around the base of his cock and dirtying both your thighs as you didn’t hesitate to continue moving and spread the mess even further, “What part of punishment do you not understand Roland? This is for screwing up our mission.”

Groans of neither protest or denial. Roland’s lashes fluttered over his brilliant green eyes when he grabbed at your hips. Too honorable put an end to a punishment you both saw as fit. He said he’d accept the consequences regardless of the terms. Even if your walls were squeezing around his spent cock. Slimy with the loads he’d left in you earlier. Insanity grabbing at every fiber of his being unable to shake the deniable fact that his second orgasm cascaded right into another one. 

Even less time than before Roland was now begging god with gibberish and his own fingers no longer gripping your hips. Instead knotted up in his own blond curls when his legs kicked and shuddered and moans sounded more like choking sobs from him. Another orgasm being plucked from his cock mere moments after he’d just left a second load. This time the burning ache to his balls vividly letting him know how little cum he was spurting into you. Still though you drew out another orgasm mush to his dismay. Cock twitching within the folds of your core with Olivier’s eyes honed into the both of you.

“That was certainly quick,” You hadn’t even gotten out of breath for that third one. Milking him dry seemed so much easier than you expected. And as you lifted your hips off his twitching, aching cock, you let the globs of cum from before drip out onto his cock as it still stood hard and begging for attention, “Olivier I think our dearest Roland loves an audience.”

Disgusted scoff leaving his otherwise flushed face, Olivier remained steadfast with his arms crossed looking down on his friend laying on his back with you straddling him, “I don’t care. Make him break. Do what you have to so this fool will think twice about jeopardizing our missions again.”

 Reaching down between your legs to scoop what filthy mixture of Roland’s cum and your juices that you could, you took to smearing it all over his cock before positioning him once more at your entrance. Pushing just his tip in to hear Roland’s loud moans echo in the tiny chamber and bring a smile to your lips the second he grew louder when you slid down on his spent cock, “I’ll make sure our Jasper Paladin never wants to pick vampires over us ever again.”

[yuichi-ro]

◈ 𝘔𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘪 𝘚𝘢𝘴𝘢𝘬𝘪 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮!𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳  

◈ 𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: Mirai is worried about coming back to his own agency after being handicapped during the Shie Hassaikai Raid. So you offer him the support a hero needs.

cw: fem!Reader, established marriage, mentions of disability/missing limb, smut, no dom/sub dynamics, body worship/praise, semi public (in his office), oral/deepthroating (m!receiving), unprotected vaginal sex, creampie, size kink, fluffy smut, semi edited word count: 4.2k

◈ ᴍɪɴᴏʀꜱ/ʙʟᴀɴᴋ/ᴀɢᴇʟᴇꜱꜱ ʙʟᴏɢꜱ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ʙʟᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ ◈  

“So....” Bubblegirl rocked on the heel of her work boots and tried to grapple with the best of a worst situation literally sitting in front of her in the form of her boss, “Things are...about the same. We thought we’ve move things over so you could reach them easier with your...” She paused with a clear apologetic wince over such a topic. Unsure of how to address the literal missing arm in her boss’s familiar suit now as Mirai was down an entire arm as well as a few other hindrances that would not make this at all an easy transition to a new setup for the hero of the agency.

“This is fine.” Mirai spoke softly without lifting his head up from his lap, “Really. It’s- Thank you Bubblegirl.”

Stagnant air between old hero and side kick. Or well better to say Bubblegirl was the acting hero now of the agency. Nighteye would just be known as a brand name from this point on as he was unable to preform his duties like before. Still able to help in the criminal investigations department after so many people begged him to look on the bright side of it all. This outcome wasn’t the one set in stone he’d perceived. But the one outcome he should not have been melancholy about as the other option was loosing his life. Still though, as Mirai looked over his desk with things shifted out of place he couldn’t replace the sting of this fate even if the other result was his death.

“Oh!” Bubblegirl popped off with a reminder, “Your wife- She said she’ll be in a little late but intends to work later today if you’re up for it. What would you like me to tell her anything Sir?”

Mirai finally lifted his gaze from the disarray on his desk. Trademark scowl pinched behind his glasses no matter what. He gave it a thought then shook his head, “No. I know she’ll be in soon so I can wait to speak with her. Thank you though Bubblegirl.”

There was a nod and a polite excuse as she tried to delicately put that she was needed on patrol and more active duties. Something Mirai didn’t foresee himself ever doing again. Even without foresight. Saturated with a sour complacency of this accepted role Mirai sighed when the door shut behind his former sidekick. And went about trying to figure out the best placement for his belongings in his desk since he was down an appendage. 

Absolutely no need for his quirk when it came to you. Mirai was scrutinizing the placement of his stapler when his office room doors opened without a polite knock first. No one was gutsy enough to do that aside from you so the man didn’t see a need to look up as he shifted his stapler a little to the right, “Good morning my love, I see you stopped at that bakery like the first opening of the agency.”

“Mirai-” You hadn’t even opened the sealed box of pastries yet when stepping into the room to make sure the door shut behind you, “What were you told about using your quirk?”

His brows pinched behind the rim of his golden glasses Mirai stared down his stapler with where it sat next to his rubber seal stamp before looking up over the edge of his glasses to you setting the box down on the bookshelf closest to the door, “I didn’t need my quirk. You did the same thing on opening day six and a half years ago.”

“Then you’ll know....” You cracked open the freshly packed box and scooped up the one you agonized over picking for your husband. Just to set it down on his desk like a proud little food trophy with a beaming smile to match when Mirai sat up right in his desk chair, “That I as excited about today as I was back then.”

While the past did tend to repeat itself. This time was not the case. Mirai’s sour look one would mistake as an angered glare was forefront on his face. Making your own smile wither and fade until you were frowning and coming around to his side of the desk. 

You leaning back against the edge of his desk with your arms folded over your chest to meet his gaze. Mirai leaning back, head tipped to the edge of his chair to avoid your gaze and a sigh leaving his thin lips. The two of you stayed in that melancholic state before you’d had enough.

“...listen, if this is too much,” You tugged the napkin the pastry sat on closer to you as your gaze drifted to the rest of your husband’s unorganized desk, “We can go back home. Bubblegirl said she’s got it. We can take baby steps and-”

“It’s not that.” Mirai finally conveyed. Hunching back over in his chair with a groan. Leaning towards you as he raised his one remaining hand to rub at his face and bump his glasses out of the way in doing so, “The agency. The heroes here. The work...It’s all just-”

Reaching out to pick your husband’s glasses off his face. You folded them just to set them gently down next to the pastry you’d gotten especially for him. Knowing this is how the first day would turn out even if he’d said it was fine this morning when you tied his tie, “Listen to me.” You grabbed his face and made him look at you, “Are you listening to me?” Mirai was looking at you but on the verge of an eyeroll that he knew better than to give you. So he held still as you squished his cheeks between your palms and he’d his face closer to yours as he slouched over in his chair, “You are wanted here. People asked about you. Constantly. Everyone knows this won’t be the same. And so should you.”

“But-”

“And not being the same is ok.” You spoke over him. Dragging your thumb over his cheek as you couldn’t help admire and smile about your husband’s endearing cranky look on his face, “We don’t know what it’s going to be like and that’s alright. We didn’t exactly know what it was going to be like opening the agency either. But we did it, didn’t we?” 

You were so profusely right that Mirai swore you had the foresight sometimes. While his nerves of opening a new agency weren’t exactly the ones he was feeling now. There was still discomfort in those first new budding days as well. How he’d forgotten that so quickly. Just to be reminded of it now as he sat facing you and the unknown of a future he hadn’t seen play out with his quirk.

To answer your question Mirai slowly nodded. Face still resting in your palms but when he acknowledge question he couldn’t help but dwell on the difference, “That was experience gained as a hero. This is now....The way I am...It’s not-”

“It’s not the same. I know.” You cradled one cheek with your palm as you reached up to card your fingers through his neatly brushed hair. Smiling to yourself when a piece fell from the rest and gave him the closest thing to a rakish look you ever knew him to have. While he wasn’t smiling you wouldn’t let that dampen your own grin, “But ya still got me. And you’ll always be my hero.”

Leaning into you with a sigh Mirai rested his head against your chest. Hearing the beat of your heart and letting it sedate something in him when he closed his eyes. Your warmth and rhythmic beating doing better to calm him down than the speech was. You took that as a sign and hugged him close to you. Hands dipping down his back. Gingerly running up and down between his shoulder blades. With the occasional drift of your fingertips over his trimmed up neckline. You continued to rub his back and hold him close until what tension you could feel in his shoulders was slowly melting away little by little.

“...hey,” You murmured with your lips against the top of his head, “You remember what we did that first day in your office when you officially opened the agency?”

That inclination brought back a vivid memory of that. One that made him stiffen up even under your delicate touch and his yellow eyes snapping open to the thought, “No. Absolutely not- That was a one time thing-”

“Oh no it wasn’t!” You didn’t contain your cackle as you lifted up his face from your bosom and grinned down at him, “We did it so many times in this office!”

“After hours!” Mirai interjected with abrupt clarification.

“We did it during hours too.” You added with a sly grin and a boop to his nose, “Cuz real heroes need stress relief sometimes, remember?”

He was not buying it. Lips set in a stern line and the glasses no longer on his face to hide the scowl. Mirai darted his eyes from you casually over to the door like you wouldn’t have noticed. But it was painfully obvious.

“Are you checking to see if I locked the door??” You pestered with a grin.

He saw exactly what he’d expected to. Which was the latch turned down in the lock position, “When did you-”

“Always keeping you on your toes.” You whispered as you leaned in to kiss the exposed part of your husband’s neck tucked against his pressed shirt collar. Rightfully earning a shudder from him and his one arm coming up to grab your side not to push you away but to give him something to squeeze as goosebumps blossomed all over his skin, “Thought you could use the morning pick me up that came with the pastries.”

Mirai let his head tilt back against the edge of his chair. Prominent adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed the moan you were about to draw out of him. No insistence to tell you to stop though. In fact it seemed like an invitation when he squeezed your side with his broad hand and spread his legs a little so you could kneel into the seat of the chair and of course into him. Just the minor groan of protest from the office chair when you continued to pepper kisses all the way up and down his neck and over his throat with care. 

Placing them each where you wanted them to be. And kissing his skin with earnest love until he’d make a low noise of approval and you’d move onto the next spot to do the exact thing. Slowly inching your hand up to his shirt buttons after pushing aside his grey suit for access to his chest. Giving you more skin to kiss on when you studiously undid each of his shirts buttons. With them slowly undone. Taking the time to studiously undo each button and kiss right where it sat on his chest. You looked up at Mirai when you were one button away from his scars. No hesitation in your acts but you searched his face for the approval that he was comfortable. When a shy tug of smile made it’s way onto his lips, you knew you were in the clear to continue.

Just like those kisses laid on his neck and down his shoulders. You slipped the buttons open to push away the last bit of his shirt. Twisted scar tissue healed over but not forgotten. The contrast of shiny skin that formed the scars and the wrinkles of puckered pale skin where the ridges of the knots of flesh gave him some discomfort. Not that Mirai held himself up to a physical standard outside just general health. No these made him feel guilty. Made him recall his failures as a hero and as the mentors to those kids. Even when all wounds, physical and emotional, were healing over. He still struggled to be ok with the memories that riddled his new body.

“I love this part,” You murmured against the top of where his biggest scar started, “And this part.” Kissing down his stomach like you’d done so many times before. Intoxicating scent of his skin and the cologne he always wore. You honestly didn’t care that he looked a little different. To you this was still very much the man you were in love with all these years, “I love all of it.” Your breath tickled his navel and Mirai couldn’t help the tightening grip on the arm of his chair. Glasses reflecting the lights above making it so you couldn’t see all his expressions. The way he gripped the chair, slid down a little when you came to rest between his thighs and the very obvious tent in his grey slacks were more than enough to tell you what a good job you were doing. With that in mind and a smile on your lips, you leaned in and kissed the last bit of skin above his waistband, “I love all of you, Mirai.”

That was enough to stir him from his hazy enjoyment of your attention. Tipping his head back so to look down at you. Something akin to a dusting of tears on his lashes when he pursed his thin lips as though not trying to cry, “....Thank you.” Was all he managed in a low voice.

It only made you smile bigger. How you loved this man at every stage of life still eluded you. 

Pressing your nose against the crotch of his slacks you felt him twitch under the layer of clothing at such brash attention. Nuzzling his tented pants before sitting back and pinching the zipper tongue to slowly but surely free his aching cock that had been pressing into the teeth of his zipper since you gave Mirai that first kiss to his neck. A moan of relief left his previously pursed lips. Ravenous for more of him you palmed your husband’s thighs and rubbed your thumb along the thickest part of them before using that leverage to pull his work suit down. Getting it completely out of the way as to save it from a mess you were about to make.

With a cupped hand running up and down the side of his thinly clothed cock. You couldn’t help the kiss to the wet tip as he leaked into the fabric. A throaty, needy groan leaving him as Mirai tipped his head back again. Swimming in the pleasure you wanted more. 

Waistband of his briefs pulled down and the length of his aching cock was free to tap against his navel and twitch against the cool air. Greedy about him you opened your mouth as wide as possible as you drug the fat flat part of your tongue up his underside. Flicking your tongue along his tip and getting the bead of precum threatening to roll down. In doing so Mirai couldn’t help the slight buck to his hips and extending his legs out as he got more comfortable in his office chair. Very happy with his reaction you took his cock in your hand, circling your fingers around the base like he loved just to engulf all you could fit in your mouth. Years of practice and still half way down it was hitting the back of your throat. Forcing your tongue to ungulate under his cock as you tried to swallow the spit pooling around him in your mouth. 

With hollowed out cheeks and eyes cast up towards him. You slurped up his length without a care how loud it was. Tongue washing over every inch of him until you made it back to his tip. Slimy with precum and spit. You encouraged his own noises as you moaned as you gave him a few good strokes with your free hand and used your tongue to swirl around every inch of his sensitive head. Mirai responding in full as he caressed the back of your head and let the low moans rumble in his chest. Cock twitching against your tongue you slowed down your stroking and replaced it once again with your mouth. Taking him as far down as you could. Until his cock pushed against the back of your throat and made your tongue salivate. Holding it all in though even with the bit of tears making your eyes water when he brushed the back of your throat. Mirai always so sweet to insist you didn’t need to deep throat him. When in reality, it only made you wetter every time you were face to face with the simple fact he was too big for your mouth. It was once again one of the many things you loved about him in regards to everything else. 

Wasting away on his cock. You could keep this up until your lips were numb and he was sucked dry. Even as you felt your own wetness growing between your legs. The slight breeze from under his was desk enough to remind you of your own arousal. But just as you were about to tuck your hand between your thighs to play with yourself as you sucked him off. Mirai let out a drawn out groan that meant he was far too close to cumming. Popping your lips off his cock and licking up the bit of drool off him you looked up at him from between his legs with your tongue lazily drawing circles over his tip, “You know.....we could fuck.”

Tensing his hand and letting out a groan Mirai couldn’t help the twitch in his cock each time your tongue swished over him. Not enough to cum. But too much to make him think totally rationally, “We- Fuck- I don’t have any-”

“Mirai.” You said with an out of character sternness. But when his yellow eyes fell on you the hero found you smiling up at him with your lips pressing a small kiss to his cock head, “Aren’t we trying to get pregnant?”

Shit, how could he have forgotten. It literally didn’t matter if either of you had protection. You both would have tossed it out the window anyways. Like that was a switch Mirai quickly bent down to smash his lips onto yours. Ignoring the taste of his own musky precum clinging to you. Only desperate to feel his tongue wrestle with yours as the kiss turned heated. His hand up against your cheek. Yours cupping his face in them. Refusing to break the kiss even if it was messy when Mirai slowly ushered you back up from your knees. 

No longer between his thighs. Instead trying to shimmy out of your bottoms and discarding your underwear completely. The way your tongues slipped against one another never stopped even when the taller man encouraged you into his lap. Straddling Mirai’s narrow hips with your legs. Thankfully such a big man would need such a big chair. You were able to get on top of him with protest only from the same old office chair. 

“I love you.” You whispered frantically against his lips.

“I love you too.” Mirai held onto you with his one arm slung around you best he could manage. Only forcing the two of you to be closer which neither minded one bit.

With his arm around you best he could manage. And planted as firmly on the chair and his lap as you could. It was up to you to reach down and line yourself up against his poor leaking cock. With golden eyes watching you Mirai expected you to lean back. But did not expect you to lean back that far. Confused and trying to not let you slip when you began fishing through the top drawer of his desk.

“What are you-”

“Yes!” You unbelievably pulled out a pocket sized vibrator. One he hadn’t seen even after fussing his desk to death this morning. When you came back with it in your hand and your husband giving you an unbelievable look. All you did was click it’s travel setting off and grinned with the hum of the vibrator between your fingers, “What? For emergencies.”

“And this, is an emergency?” Mirai didn’t know to be impressed or concerned about what else might have been hidden around his office now. Those thoughts were thrown out the window though when he felt not only the curl of your fingers around his cock but the immediate gooey warmth of his cockhead pressing into your entrance. And just like a glove he slipped into you with a groan of relief and one of your own sitting back on his cock. Maybe you couldn’t swallow all of him. But you were more than happy to have all of him in other places.

“Shit-” You growled resting back and wiggling your ass on him to make sure all of him was in, “Fuck- Mirai-”

A sharp inhale and he buried his face into the crook of your neck. Leaned forward in his chair with a slight hunch. Putting his lips to your soft neck was all he could do to contain himself when your walls tightened around him. Where the hero thought he would have a moment to adjust to the new overwhelming sensation of your cunt drawing him in even more after bottoming out in you. He was sorely mistaken when you shifted in his lap and the renewed sound of the vibrator had him looking down at your work.

With the tip of the familiar toy pressed to your clit he was able to feel its workings almost immediately when you tightened around him. Warmth making him want to melt and his need to cum immensely overpowering. It must have been written all over his face though as you began to move on his lap.

“Fuck- Fuck this feels-” Your thighs trembled with a wave of pleasure as the vibrator did it’s job on your clit with your husband buried deep within you, “God it feels good- Mirai- Mirai move- Please- Fuck-”

He was without an arm. Not without both his legs. A rut up of his hips and Mirai fell into a comfortable position to thrust up into you. Driving his already long cock right against your cervix. Spasming walls threatening to milk him dry and he hadn’t even set up a rhythm yet. Perhaps your hidden tricks were a good idea. With the muffled moans and the slap of skin against each other as you bounced on his cock right when he would push up into you. The both of you were like horny teenagers racing towards the finish line before you knew it.

“Already-” He groaned into the crook of your neck, “Shit-”

“Fuck shut- Shut up-” You bounced harder and more erratically on his lap as your walls threatened to tighten and your clit was screaming at you to just let yourself cum, “You- You’re gonna cum too-”

Panting against your collar bone Mirai tightened his arm around you. Bringing your bodies as close as possible and leaving his thrusts to turn more into deep ruts when you clenched around him. Too close to his euphoria the man shook his head at your words and pulled away just enough to mash his lips onto yours when he couldn’t speak. Force of his thrusts had Mirai feeling his sanity leave him in a moments notice. He was so glad to hear you already hitting your peak before he did. The crash of your orgasm only heightening yours. Loud muffled moans into each other’s lips. Your walls tightened around him in the worst way as he without a second thought seeded every inch of you as deep as possible. Too far inside you to allow any to drip out. You sat back panting and his cock plugging his cum safely inside you when you both tried to regain your senses.

With an out of breath goofy smile on your face you extended your arms out to drape them over your husband’s shoulders. His one arm stayed loosely around your waist as you adjusted on his lap but refused to get off him just yet. Savoring the feeling of his warmth inside you and the closeness. Leading you to lean into him and kiss him tenderly until the tickle of your shared breath signaled you’d both slipped away just enough for words to fill the gap between you.

“...it’s not the same,” You whispered against his cheek when you spared a gentle kiss on his cheek. Making him look up at you as you held his face, “But I still have you so, I know it will be ok.”

Taking in a well deserved deep breath. The name but no longer the face of Nighteye agency gave a slow nod as the weight of something new and unknown settled on him, “Thank you.”

His words made you cock a crook smile at him even as you remained sitting on his cock in his lap, “Don’t thank me. You’ve always been my number one hero.” 

“Not for the hero thing,” Mirai mumbled when he moved forward to press his forehead against you, “Just...for everything.”

Encircling your arms around his head you kissed the top of his well brushed hair before rubbing your cheek against it and holding him close as everything suddenly felt normal for the first time in a while, “I love every part of you, now and forever.”

[yuichi-ro]

◈ 𝘔𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘪 𝘚𝘢𝘴𝘢𝘬𝘪 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮!𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

◈ 𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: you ask your husband to use his superpower on you for the first and last time

cw: fem!Reader, established marriage, hurt/comfort, canon divergent word count: 1.8k inspiration

◈ ᴍɪɴᴏʀꜱ/ʙʟᴀɴᴋ/ᴀɢᴇʟᴇꜱꜱ ʙʟᴏɢꜱ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ʙʟᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ ◈

You could see him better with just the nasal cannula now. Mask or cannula, neither were your favorite but the step down from the oxygen mask was a step in the right direction. One you took very seriously as Mirai laid there undisturbed by your return to his bedside. 

Wrong of you of course to assume he couldn’t guess you arrived. Not after over a decade together of course he didn’t need his foresight to know you’d be back so soon. Even if he was unable to see you fully without his glasses Mirrai still turned his cheek to the cold side of his pillow when you drug your chair back to the very edge of his hospital bed.

“Hey you.” A croak from your voice even after all the tears had been shed, the persistence of them still stuck in your throat. Leaning over to cup his face gently with a swipe of your thumb over his cheek, “You need anything? Did I wake you?”

A shift in the white linens but he still couldn’t bring himself to sit up too much. So all he could offer was resting the weight of his head into your palm with his yellow eyes shut again, “No. I was waiting for you.”

“The doctor said you should be resting,” You wiped your thumb over his cheek, staring with a heavy heart down at him still bed ridden for the fourth week in a row, “Not waiting for me.”

“Wasn’t waiting,” Mirai mumbled with a shake of his head and eyes closed, “Just- Knew you’d be back.”

“What did the doctor tell you about using your power,” You faux scolding with a bleak smile on your lips as you continued to rub his cheek and just enjoy the warmth of closeness from your husband as he remained bed ridden.

A brief little smile that curled up on the sides of his lips, Mirai tilted his head a little more and brought himself to open his eyes in your direction as the smile lingered, “I don’t need foresight when it compares to over a decade of knowing you.”

Seeing him able to at least look at you made your heart thud harder in your chest that before. Those tears that dried weeks ago still threatened to fall past your lashes at the moment when you looked down at him, “Then you should know I expect you to get out of this bed eventually. And come home.”

Mirai let out an exhausted sigh. One that let his body sink into the bed that cradled him and soon his eyes followed as he closed them again, “Let us be realistic love I-”

“You’ve been on the mend since the last surgery.” You stopped him in his tracks certainly not needing foresight after you’d both had this conversation a dozen times since the raid and the sub sequential harm that had befallen him and a few others. But your husband taking the worst of it in the fight against the League and the Shie Hassaikai, “You’re no longer on a ventilator. Your blood pressure is evened out. White blood cell count normal and no more bleeds. Mirai...you are on the mend. You just- You need to trust the process. Even if-”

“Even if I can never be a hero again.” Mirai spoke softly with his turned back up towards the ceiling. Eyes still closed and he laid there still as stone in bed, “...You can say it.” He broke the touch on his cheek even as you leaned in to try and hold his cheek again. Mirai simply refused it as he tilted his head away to face the wall, “All these futures...I didn’t check mine. And now- I’ve done this to you. Left you without a hero. Left you without-”

“Mirai Sasaki,” His name came so sternly from your mouth that in his moment of mourning he was forced to look around and see you staring at him with such intensity. But he could not ignore the way your bottom lip trembled as you proceeded to puff out your chest and speak louder than his thoughts, “The only way I’d ever be mad at you, is if you left me in this world. Heroes, work, I don’t care.” Your hand came back to his cheek and he didn’t attempt to move away as your presence filled the tiny hospital room as it did so many times before in the past, “I didn’t marry you because you were All Might’s sidekick. I married you because-” Your voice softened and the stray tears dribbling down your cheeks couldn’t be helped even as a big grin spread over your lips, “Because you’re my best friend. I married you. Not a hero. So...please, don’t leave me just yet.” Your smile made his heart monitor beep just a little faster and that in itself made you laugh even as the tears rolled down your cheek in the process, “I have a lot more things I wanna do with you first before I ever let you go.”

Heart too heavy with the words you spoke, Mirai’s yellow eyes searched your face like he was looking for something. Perhaps a lie to your words, which he knew wouldn’t be there. Or a falsity to your stubborn hope, that he couldn’t help but love as much as he did the first time you two argued. Mirai couldn’t find anything but your beautiful face above him like so many times he’d seen in the last decade. Rendering the organized man speechless in admiration of your gaze being set on him of all people.

“Mirai...” You grazed your thumb over his cheek when his eyes closed contentedly after your words.

“Hmm?” 

“...If you really think you won’t make it through this.” You couldn’t help shifting your touch upwards to comb your fingers through his abnormally unkempt hair, “I want you to use foresight on me.” No surprise he was about to open his mouth to object but you stopped him from uttering a single syllable, “If you are going to die then I want you to look as far into my future as you can so you can rest easy. So that you know where I’ll be when you’re gone.”

Eyes open but lips set in a stern line Mirai waited to back you down with a stare. Something he never had success with previously but as you sat there hunched over his bed carding your fingers through his unbrushed hair, the stare was all he had aside from his words to dissuade you, “No. I said I would never use foresight on you. I will not-”

“You can’t use it on yourself.” You firmly said, “So I can’t convince you that way. If you’re really going to...” The words sat on your tongue like a wad of cotton. Only making you shake your head and refuse to say it so you took a deep breath and did the impossible of staring Sir Nighteye himself down, “You give yourself closure. Then- I’ll accept it.” You watched him under you unable to persuade you with that stoic stare everyone else broke under. Meaning you’d rightfully won as your tone softened and you combed your fingers through his hair to a more neat manner like how he’d normally wear it, “You don’t have to tell me. Just- Do it for you.”

Short of hitting the nurses call button to have you removed, there was no getting out of this. On opposite ends not ready to settle. Mirai understood the conditions laid upon him for his passing. He couldn’t see anything for himself outside this hospital bed. And you were right, seeing you happy one last time would mean he could rest peacefully.

Meeting those yellow like you had the first time you’d both stumbled upon each other. You held his gaze. Never intimated like others were. Just as warm as his eyes were, they filled you with a comforted warmth like looking at the sun. Your free hand reached out to squeeze his wrist and before you knew it Mirai had taken the furthest out memory he could before it became fuzzy. Not once had he ever used his quirk on you out of respect. As you sat there letting him process what was vividly rolling for him and him alone in his mind. You saw as tears began to well up in the corners of his eyes. Mirai was unable to break eye contact as he leaned into your touch still holding his face. And his own hand coming up to touch your cheek lightly. 

“...well,” You said smiling as you tilted your head into his larger hand, “Gonna take that to your grave or spill the beans?”

Your way with words. Here he was fighting the tears as words escaped him. Just a constant loop of what he saw. It wasn’t long before Mirai was smiling and tiny droplets rolled off his cheek onto his pillow, “I...I saw it all. I-” His tongue darted out over his lip as he tried to swallow the lump in his throat, “-I saw you holding a little boy.”

“And?”

Mirai couldn’t believe the grand out grin that broke out on his face because even though you didn’t have his quirk you still somehow always seemed to know where to push him in the right direction, “He looked- Just like me.”

Turning your head to kiss his palm you reached up and laced your fingers up with his to give him a squeeze, “I ruined your plans again.”

A tired laugh pasted his lips. Mirai took in a big breath before relaxing back into the bed in a much more content manner than before, “You’ve never ruined my plans. Not once since I met you.”

“Plans change.” You rubbed your thumb over his knuckle as he gave your hand a squeeze out of reflex, “Even for the hero that can see the future.”

Mirai looked over at you smiling softly to himself, “I see you. That’s all the future I’ve ever needed.”

You stood up from your hard plastic hospital chair. Letting go of his hand gently just to hold his cheeks between your palms so you could kiss the center of his forehead before moving your face down and brushing your nose ever so lightly against his, “You’ll always be my hero no matter what and...you’ll be his hero too.”

No need to lean up to you. Mirai closed his eyes when you came closer to kiss him gingerly with the cannula only slightly in the way of the exchange, “Here you are, changing my future again.”

“Nothing is written in stone,” You smiled against his lips before pressing your forehead to his and cradling his face ever so gently in your palms, “At least, not if I can help it. So you’ll get better. And you’ll come home, you know why?”

Mirai looked up at you, his one weakness it seemed, and asked softly, “Why?”

“Because,” You grinned and kissed the tip of his nose, “I know you’re as excited to meet that little boy as I am.”

[yuichi-ro]

◈ 𝘉𝘢𝘫𝘪 𝘒𝘦𝘪𝘴𝘶𝘬𝘦 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮!𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

◈ 𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: Baji’s getting one last ride on graduation day from his favorite big sister figure

cw: fem!Reader, POV Third Person, OG timeline, dark content, nsfw, virgin!Baji, experienced!Reader, age gap, pseudo-incest (they’re not related but grew up near each other), semi public, car sex, oral (m!receiving), handjob, cum eating, unprotected sex, creampie word count: 3k

◈ᴍɪɴᴏʀꜱ/ʙʟᴀɴᴋ/ᴀɢᴇʟᴇꜱꜱ ʙʟᴏɢꜱ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ʙʟᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ◈  

“Last day of high school and first day of being an adult!” She turned her attention away momentarily at a stop light to look over at the grumpy scowl on her passenger’s ever charming face, “It’s kinda exciting, right, Keisuke?”

Brows never unfurrowing, he crossed his arms tighter against his school uniform. Mixed feelings about knowing he’ll never wear the wretched thing again. But also a little lost as he played catch up for earlier mistakes and graduated a year later than everyone else he knew. It was a big first step and yet he couldn’t be more conflicted about it all.

“Are you nervous?” A blasé question to ask of anyone going to a big final event marking an otherwise huge achievement in their lives.

Baji leaned harder into the passenger side door with a never ending scowl, “...no. Not really. This is stupid anyways.”

“Stupid?” She echoed his sentiment with displeasure and a frown, “Baji graduating in a huge step. You’re stepping right into adulthood.”

“I’m already an adult.” Baji sulked in his seat, “I turned that last year, now I’m just a lame ass graduating late because he’s dumb.”

His discomfort about the entire thing was no stranger to anyone. Worst of all he was going to graduation alone while his mother had work and all his friends graduated a year before him like normal. Leaving the woman in the car the only friend and family he could pass as an excuse for support on his final day before being flung into more unknown. Baji had trudged through the last credits he needed to graduate but now presented with the freedom of what graduation meant he simply wasn’t seeing it as the grand thing it was. 

“Hey,” She dropped her voice as the sound of the turn signal in the car ticked loudly, “How about, I take you to get something to drink before?”

“Huh?”

“Well you already graduated when you passed that last test.” She paused to look over at him with a grand smile, “So fuck it, just show up for the ceremony they won’t notice if you’re a few hours late.”

It took him a moment to realize what she was suggesting. When it settled in on him Baji couldn’t help the grin creeping on his face. Perking up his entire demeanor when he sat up straight in his seat and puffed out his chest like old times, “You’re right, fuck em. Not like they’re gonna hold me back more.”

“There you go.” She reached over and ruffled his hair just to let the touch linger for a second before turning the opposite way from the secondary school grounds with a big grin, “You and me. Let's celebrate. Anything you want.”

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With the last of his calpis being chugged Baji set the bottle down on his knee with a sigh. Full of cheap drinks from the convenience store and yet he still felt a bit empty about the rest of the day as he sat staring at his lap in her car.

“I just...I feel so behind.” Baji confessed while she took a sip of her coffee next to him, “In, well, everything.”

“Being held back does that.” She tried to skirt the issue without bumming him out on his final day of high school. One that certainly should have been last year with the rest of his friends but there wasn’t anything to do about it now.

“Not just school.” He looked down the neck of his bottle at the empty container, “Everything.”

“Well, like what?”

“What I want to do. Who I want to be. Where I want to go.” Baji frowned, still staring down at his empty drink, “I haven’t even had my first kiss yet. And Sanzu’s had a girlfriend for like four years now.”

“You shouldn’t be comparing yourself to others,” She regurgitated the lamest comfort line. Resulting in Baji looking over with a pinched glare that certainly wasn’t helping anyone. Sighing she tucked her empty drink can away and adjusted in the driver’s seat so at least their conversation could be as true as one could be when it happened outside an empty park before noon when everyone else was busy doing their things, “I know, it’s stupid. But I’m serious. Just because you’re graduating a year late doesn’t mean you still aren’t exceptional. And boo I didn’t have a steady relationship in high school either. Some people are just lucky.” She smiled at him as she reached out and tucked his black curls behind his ear delicately, “You’ll get lucky too. Because you’re grown up to be such a handsome man.” Her fingers felt different grazing his cheek when she realized he leaned into her touch ever so slightly. Holding it together she tried to not act like she noticed as she continued to cup his cheek, “Listen, what do I know, I just- Think you’re pretty awesome the way you are ok? You don’t have to change that. Ever.”

Brown eyes growing wide, Baji sat stone still in the passenger seat of her car. Soaking in and basking in those words spilling from her lips. They felt heavy and yet left him drifting across so many pleasant thoughts that left him feeling weightless. Resonating deep within him until he noticed his inability to tear his eyes away from her lips. He didn’t want to hear her words stop. Yet he didn’t stop himself from leaning across the console to meet the pair of lips praising him so angelically.

The kiss was nothing but sudden and shocking. Neither realized what had happened until jerking back to stare down at their elbows leaned into the center console. Had she leaned in just as he’d done?

“...that-” Her eyes were huge with the buzz of his lips still on her own from the kiss only seconds before.

“That was my first kiss.” Baji admitted not being timid about it. In fact he felt proud to say it as he took another breath and closed the gap all over again. This time knowing what to expect when the warmth of skin touched his own. Slight creases of her lips igniting an odd sense of overwhelming emotions in him. Baji wanted more but couldn’t convey even to himself what more meant.

Licking the taste of his drink off her lips. There were a million things she wanted to ask. But only one came to the forefront of her tongue, “...Are you sure?”

He blinked. Unable to connect what she was meaning, “Sure? I can’t take back a kiss.”

“Keisuke, not the kiss.” Her hand reached over the console to graze his thigh. Not stopping there though when Baji’s attention followed her hand to realize suddenly the tent standing in his uniform slacks, “...Keisuke-”

“Shit! Fuck-” He scrambled to cross his palms over his crotch. No avail to hiding his hard on as he shifted and pressed down on his cock just to feel the noise in his chest catch just before slipping out. Hand flush against his own cock and Baji’s face entirely red. He had thought just a kiss would suffice only to be very wrong.

“Hey hey hey,” She cooed, leaning more into the console barely separating them at this point, “It’s alright, actually, you should be happy. Most guys can’t keep it up when they’re nervous.”

“Nervous?” Baji stopped fidgeting to look at her. Immediately setting his eyes on you just to feel the throb in his length. Looking at you was even worse as he attempted to hiding it, “I’m- I’m not nervous- You’re like my big sister or something why would I-”

“Keisuke...”

Then his word choice dawned on him even in the panic. And of course how bad they sounded as he professed to a surrogate sibling role he’d always seen her as. Or so he thought. Contradicting that statement pretty we as Baji tried to tuck his dick more comfortably in his pants to no avail.

“Fuck- No I didn’t mean- Not like that I just-” He stumbled and tripped over his words. Digging himself deeper as his ears grew redder and she could very easily see the outline of his cock in his slacks now.

“Keisuke.” She stopped him with a hand on his thigh. Halting his words in his tracks and making him jump when the soft tone of her words drug him from his panic. A smile across her face. One that always made him feel like it was ok. Had his heart leaping into his throat and cock throbbing when she spoke again, “...why don’t we celebrate a little more than just the graduation, huh?”

That clicked faster in his head than anything else did. Brown eyes wide when his mouth fell open, “Y-You mean-”

She leaned over and kissed his cheek. Letting a tickle of her breath flirt with the shell of his ear when she squeezed his thigh and whispered, “You can’t go to your graduation like this, now can you?”

Quickly he shook his head. She was right after all. 

With a tentative touch Baji slowly un-cupped his hands from the zipper of his slacks. He spared a glance around where the car was parked briefly to assure there wasn’t a soul around. But that could only be done for a second before looking back down to see her slowly undo his zipper. The school uniform he hated so much. Did look immensely better with his childhood crush leaning over to unzip them off him.

Careful to not pinch as his poor cock strained against the fabric of his briefs. Only a little relief was allotted to the poor graduate when she freed his dick from the confines of his pants. Baji, with his head tipped back into the seat’s headrest, couldn’t stop the shaky sigh leaving his lips when the touch extended past just over the clothes.

Expertly she slipped the fabric slit over his tip. Finally allowing him to take in a breath of relief when his cock twitched against the cool air coming in from the slightly cracked car window. Baji was ready to cum right then and there just from her tender touch of undressing him. Never mind the way it felt when the lips he’d just kissed for the first time made contact with the glistening little hidden tip of his cock.

“F-Fuck-” Baji’s white knuckle grip on the car door might have had her worried he’d break something if the taste of his untouched cock wasn’t so inviting.

Another kiss against the tip of his cock for good measure. Just to place her hands against his base and reveal the rest of his length as well as peel back the last bit of foreskin so a fresh bead of precum could roll down the underside.

“You were keeping this from me Keisuke?” Her lips were so close to his tip as she spoke. Fingers curling around his base Baji swore he could feel the thud of his heart beat in his cock just from this attention. He was slow to answer her but promised he would never keep anything away from her ever. That drew a smile from the woman assuring her it was the right move when her lips parted.

Swallowing up his cock and making sure her tongue made the most contact with his sensitive gland. Pressed flush against his drooling slit giving the most fragrant taste of his precum drooling onto her tongue. Baji, ready to pass out, felt the twitch of his cock in the warmth of her mouth. Completely bypassing the fact her teeth were right there. He looked down to see her face and it was a mistake. Baji came right across her tongue, still exploring the tip of his cock. No need to stroke up with her fingers even. The inexperienced graduate couldn’t stop his seed even if he wanted to. Cum in more than a copious amount being dumped into her mouth. When Baji felt lightheaded but assumed she’d spit it out or something. He felt the aftershock of pleasure when her lips sunk down further. Assuring not a drop would make a mess in her car. Warm slick insides of her mouth tightening around his cock when she swallowed. Cheeks hollowing out just a little when she slurped up the first load he’d ever had in front of someone else.

“That was- Fast.” She said licking her lips and sitting back up in the driver’s seat.

Still out of breath Baji tried sucking in a few good breaths to try and apologize for the quick shot. But that was for nothing when he realized she was staring down at his still twitching cock. He sheepishly reached down to give himself a tug. Squeezing a very small milky white drop of cum from his slit. Speechless when she reached over to swipe it up with a finger and suck it clean off the digit. He’d loved this woman before for as long as he could remember. But suddenly Baji couldn’t believe he could love her more.

“You’re still hard.” Leaned into her elbow with the faint scent of cum on her lips she nodded towards his twitching cock still out for the world to see, “We could...”

“Yes.” Baji didn’t let her finish, “Whatever it is, yes.”

“You didn’t let me finish.” She was grinning, “What if I was going to offer to finger you?”

Brown eyes big Baji couldn’t look away even as his hand lazily stroked his sensitive cock, “Y-You can do that?”

Laughing she made his heart flutter and Baji had to grip his cock harder just to keep from cumming again. Completely forgetting that they were possibly exposed to anyone who might walk by. 

“I can but, maybe we save that for later?” She offered softly. Reaching over to aid him in the way he was stroking his cock. Feeling the ramifications of the new touch when Baji shuddered and stopped stroking himself to let her do it all, “I meant, why don’t we fuck?”

“Here?” He looked around, “C-Can we?”

A shrug and she leaned back down to lick up the bit of cloudy precum dripping once more, “I know you’ll be fast, don’t worry.”

And there was nothing for him to worry about. Or to even say for that matter. Baji was already as far back in the car seat as he could be. Had more than enough room as she crawled over on top of him. Face beat red in the process when he got a face full of her boobs. The reaction was nice so when she settled back down on his lap she pulled his face close to her chest and kissed his forehead.

Cock throbbing against her thigh she took that as a good sign. With some moving and Baji’s hands off approach under her. His cock was drug up her wet slit the second she pushed her panties to the side. So much warmer than anything he’d makeshifted at home. Baji was not prepared for the engulfing heat that was her walls. Sinking down on his aching cock. Gliding in with ease as each muscle around him felt like velvety heaven. Only once she was down completely with the tip of his cock comfortably touching as deep as it could reach. Did she stop and ask if he was ok. To which Baji could only frantically nod as his hands came up to grab either side of her ass for dear life.

“Look at you,” She ran her hands down her side so they came to rest on his as Baji death gripped her sides, “You’re a natural. Such a good boy.”

“Fuck-” Baji tried to keep his voice down but he already felt the wooziness of his orgasm fast approaching, “I can’t-”

“Shhh.” She hushed him. Tucking him back into her chest at the first moment of lifting her hips. Baji’s moans were anything but quiet. Needing to be muffled into the fabric covering her tits she continued to hold his head to her chest and kiss along his hairline gingerly as she bounced up and down on his cock. 

To no surprise, even with the slight numbness from cumming already, Baji couldn’t last. The swallowing warmth that topped her mouth a million times over again. Quickly became dirtied with his cum. Baji’s first load inside someone and it took his breath away as he arched his back and bucked up into her. Haven't moved a muscle yet everything in him tightened. Toe curling in his uniform shoes and cock twitching inside her. He could only see the wonderfully beautiful face above him as he left his very first pussy drenched in sticky gooey cum.

Officially panting but now no longer struggling with a hard on. Baji’s cock softened enough to slip from her folds. Out with a plop of cum and the rest drooling off her cunt lips. He couldn’t move a muscle as she crawled off of him. He tossed a look aside expecting to see her wipe herself clean. Instead she pulled everything back up with the creampie still leaking out. And then proceeded to lean over and lick his soft cock clean of his extra cum and the juices of her cunt. The feeling bordering on overly sensitive yet amazing. And just as it began it was done. Her lips licked clean of his cum and Baji no longer struggled with a hard on he couldn’t hide and his pants zipped back up like nothing had happened.

“Better?” She asked with a smile as sweet as the one she’d given him when picking him up earlier today.

Relaxed suddenly. Undoubtedly thanks to the two orgasms. Baji did not connect those dots as his mind drifted solely to her. Only looking at her and then down to their empty drinks and back up at her with a goofy content smile replacing the scowl he’d had all morning, “A lot better.”

“Good.” She leaned over and kissed his cheek with the faint smell of his cum on her lips that still made his spent cock twitch in his slacks when she spoke, “After graduation, we’ll celebrate properly. Just you and me. How’s that sound?”

Baji swallowed the lump of excitement and unknown in his throat but couldn’t stop the cheek aching grin spreading on his face as he nodded at every word she said, “Sounds like I better hurry up and graduate.”

[yuichi-ro]

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Mammoth - Birthday (???) behold an actually mammoth of a cat -Fur Baby in fact, Mammoth just showed up to the Tsukasa encampment one day enticed by the smell of food. Can’t say how old he is because this cat was enormous when he showed up (we’re talking 20+ pounds of cat) but at the same time never seems to show his age through the years? A nasty disposition towards everyone except a few select chosen ones. He knows not to bite the hand that feeds him (aka me) and Mammoth spends most of his time laying on Gen’s chest when he’s not eating, knocking over Senku’s stuff or terrorizing any of the villagers that aren’t Suika. Mammoth does love babies though even if he is something straight out of Steven King novel for anyone else that tries to impose on his highness. Really has it out for Senku though and that’s Gen’s favorite part about the cat

Umeo Asagiri - July 19th, 5761 Sun Cancer, Moon Aires, Rising Libra -ISFP, only child that skipped having siblings to encompass equal parts oldest child, middle child and youngest child vibes in one soul. He is as affluent in charm and perception as his father while also being as enthusiastic and curious as his mother. He’s a sensitive child with a strong will and a presence to never be underestimated by those who know him or not. Quirky, funny, creative, thoughtful and outspoken; Umeo can also be overly influenced by people’s ideas of him, a little competitive in his ideas as well as overwhelmed if taking too many tasks on at once. He is quick to move on and try a new even more creative approach once he re-centers himself with our without the help of either parent. 

[yuichi-ro]

«────ꜱᴇʟꜰꜱʜɪᴘ: #ᴀꜱᴀᴛʜʀᴇᴇ.♡────»                                      ɢᴇɴ x ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ

─ᴀʟꜱᴏ ꜱᴇᴇ: ᴘᴀʀᴛɴᴇʀꜱ ɪɴ ᴄʀɪᴍᴇ, ʟᴏᴠᴇʀꜱ, ʙᴇꜱᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ ────────────────────

─» ᴏᴜʀ ꜱᴏɴɢ: make you mine      ─» ᴏᴜʀ ᴠɪʙᴇ: pining, goofy, misinterpreted            ─» ᴏᴜʀ ʟᴏᴏᴋ: pressed flowers, impending                                    stuttering, stubborn blush

ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴇ ꜰɪɴᴅ ᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟᴠᴇꜱ ──comforted by new things, thankful for the old 

ᴛɪᴅʙɪᴛꜱ

─» we knew each other pre-petrifaction because we were in the same graduating class but absolutely were not friends  ─» our first encounter was ninth grade when he was interviewing the cooking club for new members and he ate the cake I made as a prop piece and then proceeded to take the rest of the cake I made ─» we re-met after Tsukasa de-petrified him as I’d already been revived due to my ability to cook ─» Gen was the one to convince me to change sides but really he didn’t convince me of anything I just wanted more things to cook than the same dead deer every single day ─» cooking is a science so Senku and I hit it off and Gen takes credit for that ─» some point told me that the cake I’d made in ninth grade was the best thing he’d ever had but never got up the courage to ask me for more after being a jackass about it ─» i think we’re just friends, he thinks we’re more than friends, it takes us a while to be on the same page ─» after the second petrification Gen does not hold it together well and something like a big gushy confession happens ─» i also “tamed” a giant, oversized and over fed Maine coon/wild cat descendant named Mammoth who is the orneriest thing in the world but that’s our fur baby

ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ  ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢꜱ 1 2 ᴡᴇᴅᴅɪɴɢ ᴋɪᴅ ᴘʀᴏꜰɪʟᴇꜱ ────────────────────

ꜰᴇᴇʟ ꜰʀᴇᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴀꜱᴋ ᴍᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜱʜɪᴘ!

[villainii]

Villainii’s ABC of Anime Husbands: [K] → Kurono Yuichiro

“It’s time to play with your Uncle Reaper again.”

                                                                                                              [Bonus]

[yuichi-ro]

◈ 𝘈𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘪 𝘎𝘦𝘯 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮!𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

◈ 𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: Gen knows an awful lot about flowers

cw: fem!Reader, POV Third Person, fluff, unedited word count: 1.2k

 ◈ ᴍɪɴᴏʀꜱ/ʙʟᴀɴᴋ/ᴀɢᴇʟᴇꜱꜱ ʙʟᴏɢꜱ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ʙʟᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ ◈

“A personal favorite, black nightshade.” Gen held up the ironically white blossom sporting a vibrant yellow center, showing it off for the both of them to admire while he twirled the severed stem in his fingers, “One I’d often use in my shows because of it’s meaning. Liar.”

With eyes not set on just one bushel of flowers. The woman next to him took a quiet moment to see more than just what the magician was showing her, “Tell me more.”

Gen’s brows pinched together making him look away from the flower in his grasp, “What?”

She cocked a brow up at him inquisitively, “What? I said, tell me more.”

“About...nightshade?”

His confusion made her snicker but quickly she shook her head and pointed at the otherwise disregarded flowers and plants around them on this miniature hike right at the base of the waterfall, “I already know about that one. Tell me about the other flowers.”

At his disposal was no florist shop he could quickly visit to conjure up the correct species with his words. And yet the renewed world was teeming with some varieties he was quite familiar with around the village of science and it’s inhabitants. Gen’s petrification scar curled up into a grin as his own lips found themselves smirking as well, “One you should know because of it’s popularity, a lily. White for a purity. But the red ones for your final goodbye to a loved one. And if that isn’t enough one bearing the color orange might as well be a gift of hatred to a foe.” Gen dug through his knowledge of flowers and recited them all as eloquently as the day he’d been turned to stone, “A hydrangea, a beautiful flower colored by it’s pH balance, may be given in conjunction with an apology or thank you letter. Collect the blossoms from a falling cherry tree and know those petals mean hope and renewal just like the time of year they bloom. Chrysanthemum very much so reflected the imperial family as it was printed on the fifty yen coin. Though we may never care about that anymore thanks to the stone age. And camellias, specifically those striking red ones, were once laid among the mighty samurais that lost their life.”

“Is there a flower you don’t know the meaning to?” She inquired with quite a bit of curiosity after Gen recited his knowledge like he had prepped for a pop quiz. It couldn’t be helped, the smile growing on her lips as the master of slight of hand and apparently flowers stopped to see his audience hanging onto every word he had. Gen’s cheeks came to life with a dusting of blush that would not be deterred even if he looked away from his audience. Who of course giggled at him and reached over to take the nightshade from his fingers, “I’ve loved flowers since I was a little girl. So I’m sorry if I’m being pushy.”

“No no no.” Gen squeaked a little as he tried to disregard her apology as nothing at all, “An engaging audience makes it all the more fun if you ask me. So-” He cleared his throat and mustered his sanity to stay a foot above his blushing complexion when looking back over at her, “What flower exactly do you want to know it’s meaning of? Warning, I may be a little rusty if it’s not native to Japan.”

What he expected was the classics. Asking about a rose. A daisy like the one school kids made chains out of. Even ready for something a little more difficult like a peony or an iris as he recalled them being popular. What he wasn’t ready for was her to immediately get up. No warning. And really no explanation to it. His brows knitted together in confusion when his hiking companion looked as though she’d lost a contact or earring with the way she scanned the ground.

“Um....what are you doing?” Gen titled his head a little unsure if he should assume she was loosing it or worse ate something and was looking for the suspect to show him.

When there was no answer but a good a-ha moment. Gen was not expecting to see her sit back down with the flimsy singular cone petal of common, over growing and weed like morning glory. One she’d pinched a bit of stem off with. And proceeded to present it to him when she sat back down on the log where they’d taken up residency. 

Delicate little blue petals with it’s streak of almost pinkish color leading back to it’s stamen. The look of proud satisfaction on her face was more akin to a cat bringing home a dead bird. And not someone who’d picked one of the most common weeds that previously plagued school playgrounds.

Gen finally broke the silence without a lick of understanding, “That’s uh...”

“Morning glory.” She nodded frankly not sharing in his confusion, “Morning glory, right?”

“Yeah....it’s morning glory.” Gen untucked his hands from his robe and pointed at it almost derogatorily, “You know that’s just basically a weed right?”

“Oh I know.” She surprisingly agreed making him wonder why exactly she’d pick that, “But-” Her eyes softened staring down at the little thing when she twirled it between her fingers, “It’s important and I remember it from when I was a kid. Do you know what it means?”

While morning glory was something he’d of never bothered with in an act. It was pretty common so if she really didn’t know it’s meaning Gen was surprised, “Uh, something like, innocence and love, kids would give it to each other kind of thing. Why, did someone give you some or something?”

“No.” She said somberly which Gen was taken back by. As he stared at the flower in her grasp she took one last look at it before reaching out and tucking it behind the short pieces of black hair around his ear. Making the magician freeze with wide eyes when she sat back to inspect the flower tucked in his ear and the endearing look of worry on his face. It made her laugh all the same when Gen’s face officially blossomed in as much red as some of the flowers around them, “No one ever gave me one when I was a kid. So I hope you’ll let me give you this one now even if we’re technically a few centuries old.”

Gen not realizing he’d sucked in a breath and held it before his lungs were burning. Could not bring himself to break eye contact with the woman staring at him across the log. Only reaching up to touch the delicately soft petals of the otherwise useless weed no one spent two seconds on centuries ago. But now it felt like the most valuable flower he’d ever held in his hand.

Not removing it from his ear Gen couldn’t believe the fast one she’d pulled on him when it was his idea in the first place to try and impress her with this nature walk. Still touching the petal tucked against his ear Gen couldn’t stop the sheepish smile breaking his showman façade, “I’d love this flower so much more, if you were perhaps to have a matching one as well.”

“Well then,” She stood up from the log and offered a hand down to the blushing magician, “Our hike isn’t done yet, lets find another one shall we?”

[imnosupaman]

"You're as weak as ever, Shinra-Kun. It makes me so happy."

[imnosupaman]

"Well aren't you big and strong? Not very cute if you ask me."

[yuichi-ro]

upper!kizuki!Character x gyutaro cw: third person, she/her pronouns used, violence/gore/cannibalism/abuse, sub!Gyutaro, service!top!Gyutaro, nsfw content, oral (f!receiving), vaginal sex, minor size kink if you squint, semi edited wc: 7.1k a/n: istg the two of you say anything....you know what two you are (≖_≖ )

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“O-Oiran Warabihime.” The slow walk back to her safe haven of a room before the sun would rise was impeded when one of the trembling young girls bought by the house stopped her in her tracks. The small thing before her all but shaking in her tabi. Daki looked down her nose at the young thing who seemed like they saw a ghost with the way she trembled, “Oiran- You- You have a visitor in your room already-”

“In my room?” Daki did not care to have her leisure work hours lap over to her work hours and to set her up with a customer right as everyone in the house knew she took her rest. Quickly the beautiful woman snapped in with sudden rage seen by a few too many of the other workers of the establishment. Yanking the ear up of the poor messenger until the skin threatened to tear from the girl’s very skull, “I will not be overworked you insolent ugly little piglet! Who gave anyone in this house permission to overbook me when I-”

“It’s a woman!” Through tears, the little girl struggled to lean up into Daki’s awful grip so as to not lose her ear in the sadistic woman’s inhuman grip. Blood trickled down to her lobe as did the tears running down her cheeks with her babbling, “I’m sorry  Oiran Warabihime! I’m so sorry! The master wanted me to tell you-”

“A woman?” Daki released her ear without warning. Her own sense of dread setting in as that could mean all but one thing. And yet she hadn’t been warned. She’d always been warned beforehand. This sewed the tightening seed of anxiousness in her stomach even as the child choked and sniffled at her feet.

Sniffling the little thing wiped her eyes on her kimono but staggered to catch her breath and stop the bleeding to her ear all too quickly blurting out her words, “I-I’m sorry  Oiran Warabihime- I know you finished for the night- The master took a large sum of money from this woman- I-I- I didn’t mean to-”

With a wave of her hand Daki silenced the girl, “Be gone.”

“Y-Yes ma’am!” That was all the little girl really needed to get as far away from the cruelness of the house's oiran as she could. 

Daki stood at the end of her hall suddenly alone on this level. Her very room down at the end to the left. The top floor. Biggest room. Wonderful view. Nothing short of luxury for the highest earner of all the oiran in the entertainment district. Yet with all the power she held here in this very town. Daki suddenly wished nothing more than to flee. Skin clammy and prickling with ripe goosebumps. She took a deep breath unable to smell the faint familiar smell that would tip her off to her visitor. If she couldn’t smell them, that could only mean one thing.

Plastered on her face was the same welcoming smile of any oiran when meeting a customer. Eyes closed as she stepped into the room thanking her guest for waiting for her. Daki made the mistake of opening her eyes before the door slid shut completely. A startle given to the cruel demon in disguise. For little she feared, the one thing she did was lounging in her room just as she dreaded. 

Nearly open kimono. Unwomanly posture with legs spread wide and just the thin bunched up material to cover her loins as the woman before her laid on her side looking up from the jewelry box that had been keeping her attention. Daki’s jewelry. Ransacked like the rest of her room when she took a second to look around. The demon cosplaying as an oiran lost her beautiful composure the second the unannounced visitor looked up from what she’d been doing.

“M-Ma’am!” Daki dropped to her knees. Forehead pressed to the ground. As low as she could bow short of burying her head in the sand. The lowest ranking of the upper six kisuki knew better than to feign anything but true subservience in the presences of Lord Muzan’s one and only second hand. Fearful of what this visit meant Daki couldn’t control the waiver in her voice, “W-What- What is it that brings you here ma’am? Lord Muzan, did he- did he send you?”

The loud click of the wooden box shutting. Eyes filled with nothing short of flesh fueled lust were drawn up from the cute little gifts Daki used to play dress up with. Even without meeting her eyes Daki still squeezed her fists tighter and pressed down obediently into the bow. This brought about a smile on the otherwise silent woman, “....oh Daki....”

Hearing her name drawn out made the lower rank kizuki lift her head. Assuming she was being addressed directly, the false oiran found her breath hitching in her throat when her eyes met the demon’s before her.

“Do you think Muzan controls every waking moment of my life?” The demon across from her asked amused with her choice of words to greet her with. Slowly getting up from her spot on the futon there was the sudden familiar scent of flowers that hit Daki. Had she smelled this scent earlier, she would have known who was visiting her at a time like this. Now there was no backing out. Attention drawn back to the woman before her, “Well, answer me girl.”

“N-No! No ma’am I- I don’t think Lord Muzan-” Daki was silenced in a blink of an eye when the monster before her crossed the room faster than she could see. Hand on her throat with a twisted grin Daki gurgled on her own crushed airway unable to say a word when the woman tightened her grip on her.

“That’s good. That’s a good thing for you to think in that pretty little head of yours,” Refusal to loosen the grip on the demon’s throat, she reached out and touched the caked-on makeup to Daki’s face. Tracing her nails down her cheek before setting the fellow demon on the ground as though it was a grand gesture of goodwill, “I’m not here for you.”

Unable to satiate the cough Daki was clawing at her throat with the residue of her crushed windpipe reformed in the seconds after she was freed, “A-Ack! I- Of course not- I’m sorry please forgive me-”

Flinching when she raised her hand again. Daki was all but head shy when the woman’s touch was delicate this time. Warm palm cupping her cheek firmer than before. Daki was almost lulled into a moment of peace looking on at Muzan’s strongest creation as well as the reason she was where she was now. But in that blink of serenity it was followed with grueling pain when Daki was forced into a headlock. One hand knotted in her black hair and the other gripping her shoulders. Daki cried out but she spoke over her.

“Where’s my dear Gyutaro? Are you going to get him?” She forced a strain on Daki’s neck with the threat of tearing her head clean off her shoulders, “Do I need to get him for myself you wretched little host?”

“No! No no no!” Daki bubbled up with tears in her eyes. Shaking her head feverishly even though she was at the demon’s complete mercy, “I- Gyutaro! Gyutaro will come out! Please- Please don’t rip my head off- Please I-”

Mistaken by the fact her pleas meant anything. The heavily muffled crack of Daki’s spine before it was followed by the wet tearing noise of her muscles and skin being torn from their home. Daki’s head was twisted off like the mere stem of an apple in the woman’s hand. Absolutely no effort when she ripped Daki’s head clean from her bloodied stump of a neck. Too startled to continue her sobs. Daki blinked, releasing she was looking at her body moments before it dropped to its knees with a heavy thud.

“M-My body-” Daki sniffled more like she’d dropped a sweet treat on the ground than had her head severed clean from her body. 

Yawning rudely she tossed Daki’s head down in her own lap. Bloodied stump of her neck weeping blood from where her body remained headless and still. Just to scramble and drool blood and spinal fluid onto the wooden ground when Daki’s body hurried to catch her own head. Cradling it gently in her own lap when the severed head looked up at the higher ranking demon above her with a tremble to her lip.

“He better come out soon less your arms look just as wonderful to twist off one at a time.” The tone of her voice returned to utterly flat and unamused seeing Daki still just sitting there holding her own head.

Before Daki could even open her own mouth. The section of neck where her head should have been connected began to bubble. Flesh expanding and turning black. Shades of green and something likened to an appendage erratically forming from Daki’s severed neck. Dropping her own head as the beheaded body was forced down as something similar to sludge emerged from her neck. Forming into limbs before it hit the floor. Birthed from her headless body came the gangled form of the real reason Daki had found her room ransacked.

“Oh dear....” Voice creaky and shaky as his limbs when he reached over to pick up Daki’s head, Gyutaro wiped at his little sister’s face while holding her head in his bony and gnarled hands, “Look what you’ve done. Gone and lost your head again...”

“B-Big Brother-” Daki’s teeth chittered together when she sniffled and motioned with her eyes to look at the visitor. 

“Huh?” Craning his creaky body over in Daki’s direction Gyutaro’s yellow eyes lit up seeing the demon who’d severed his little sister’s head in the first place.

“There he is-” Forcing Gyutaro to put his sister’s head back in her own lap. Gyutaro stood motionless as the woman grabbed his scabbed over face. Touch unlike what she’d laid on Daki. This was tender and the closest thing to loving he’d ever known in both human and demon life. So even with his sister’s blood on his hands Gyutaro couldn’t help but immediately sink his decrepit body into the touch of Muzan’s second hand, “My beautiful boy. When will you come with me? Instead of being cramped in that wretched little body.”

Though the huff from Daki drew part of his attention away. Gyutaro couldn’t focus correctly with the gentle strokes of her thumbs rubbing over his picked and bumpy cheeks like they were baby bottom smooth. He knew he was too ugly to look at and yet for the past hundred and twenty some years the demon holding his face looked at him with nothing short of admiration and desire. It was greedy to want but Gyutaro could only want more.

“My little sister...” was his meager attempt and shifting the attention. 

“Oh.” The woman said flatly. Still with Gyutaro’s face in her hands she looked past the green haired demon for a second to see Daki putting her head back on her neck as the wound sowed itself up, “That’s right.”

Daki, though fuming, still bent her head down when her head was back on fully, “Ma’am. I’m sorry.”

“Yes yes yes.” She waved Daki’s words off while stroking and petting Gyutaro like he was an enormous malnourished mutt, “I just simply couldn’t wait anymore to see my handsome boy.”

Though Gyutaro hated every one of those words from your mouth. When you said it they felt true even if he knew better when you left again.

“Daki.” She didn’t even look at her when pushing Gyutaro’s hair off his scab riddled forehead.

“Y-Yes ma’am!” 

“I’m hungry.” She said so frankly and stroked her touchdown Gyutaro’s face, “Go fetch me a few of those human’s you store.”

A look of discomfort crossed Daki’s face, “I- ma’am I can’t bring too many up here without being discovered if you would just come-”

“I said I was hungry.” The immense pressure came crashing down on Daki when the demon holding her brother shot her glare across the room. It was like the air was sucked from her lungs. Leaving her unable to breath properly even if she gasped like a fish out of water. Still the demon holding Gyutaro kept her gaze on her until releasing a gasping Daki and softening her look when looking down at Gyutaro pressed to her bosom, “Bring me a few humans. As well as bring some for your brother. A good little sister should be taking much better care of big strong brother’s like this one.”

Gnashing her fangs down on her lips Daki nodded without a word. She was the pride of the entertainment district. She was the most beautiful thing to walk these streets. It should be her in that lap. While Gyutaro looked all but uncomfortable in such a position. Daki didn’t wish to lose her head again in one night. Accepting what she was told to do and straightening herself up before stepping outside the room.

“Good. And-” The demon smiled as she twirled a finger in Gyutaro’s hair and refused to look up anywhere else but down on the monster’s face cradled to her breast, “-feel free to take your time. I want only the best of what you have.”

Gritting her teeth until they threatened to crack in her own skull, Daki couldn’t form a polite word for her superior. Only bowing and sliding the screen shut behind her as Gyutaro was left with Muzan’s second hand. 

“My sister-” Gyutaro waivered like he’d drug his thoughts out of a fog as soon as Daki was away from him, “You must forgive her- She’s-”

“ ‘-not got much going on in that skull of hers’, yes yes yes,” The higher ranking demon cooed with Gyutaro’s head still cradled into her bare bosom as she forced him to hunch over more than he already was. Fingers raking through his clumps of curly hair. Scraping his scalp here and there with more or less intensity when her razor sharp nails threatened to tear away the hide on his bony physique, “I’ve heard it all before. For the past hundred and twenty six years in fact- Sometimes little brats just need some tough love to reach their potential.” She stopped with her fingertips just barely at the edge of his hairline. Without warning she ripped his face up from the plush warmth of her exposed chest. Causing him to wince with those watery yellow eyes only for a moment. Reverting from her brutish move to cupping his scabbed over face between both silky hands. In fact even squishing his cheeks together as hard as she could without fracturing a fellow demon's skull. All so she could look on at Gyutaro with a look somewhere stuck between love and hunger as his pointed teeth peaked past his smooshed together lips and a bit of drool incidentally dribbled down his chin. The streak of saliva made her smile all that much more, “Just like I want you to reach your full potential Gyutaro. Remember, I let you keep your little brat of a sister. I could have let you both writhe and rot with Doma’s blood in you. But did I?”

Gyutaro looked up through drooping lids at the face he’d seen above him more times than not in his dreams as well as his own horrid reality. For every misfortune that had been thrusted up on him since birth. From his fragile disgusting human body to the writhing, starving and rotting demon he was now. He couldn’t help but bask in the sliver of fortune she gave him. Greedy for it even if it meant momentarily forgetting about his beloved little sister. After all, he was a good big brother who always protected his sister. The demon’s kindness before him was simply the reward he deserved after all the hell on earth.

“No you didn’t...” Gyutaro agreed but more like confessed with those eyes of his  fluttered shut. Nabbing him back close to her breast as those fingers no longer made their way through his hair. Instead Gyutaro remained utterly still as the scrape of her nails came closer and closer to the inky blotches spreading over the bridge of his nose. 

Birthmarks, illness, scars, scabs, who was to tell what the raised blackened skin was or had even been on the objectively hideous thing. And still as off putting as those were, she stopped her fleeting touch above those marks. Gyutaro would not open his eyes. Aware of what she would do as the game of tug of rope over the love and hunger in her eyes teetered only slightly over to hunger more. 

Those nails that once raked his scalp tenderly now dug themselves into his cheek. Piercing the skin until she hit bone. Gyutaro utterly silent save for the jolt to his body as the hack-ish job of ripping a chunk of his cheek out with the most black spots was performed with no warning at all. Twisting and yanking until the flesh gave way from the bone it was connected to. A cookie cut from the ugliest dough the small fistful of his flesh was released from his body when the last bloody string of muscle fibers snapped. Gyutaro opened his eyes to see her holding said piece of his body above him. Already the wound knitting itself back together under the moonlight. 

Sinking such pearly white fangs into the hunk of skin torn from his very body. She let the demon blood dribble down her chin as though the snack was but the ripest citrus. Gyutaro in a trance with each unhinged jaw dropping bite taken from the chunk in her grasp. Gnashing her teeth regardless of the blemishes or perceived awful taste of his flesh. An odd sense of enthralled joy washed over him staring at one of the strongest demons known to all devouring his very flesh like a beautiful treat.

“More-” She managed between the licks of her tongue between her bloodied fingers, “You just taste so good-” Her voice sung like a child hyped up on sugar for the first time. Gyutaro obliged. Tilting his head to the side exposing the rampant black scabs down his neck. The rest of him utterly limp when she reached a sticky bloody hand to the back of his head, to hold him still of course, and ran the other up his broad chest with her nose pressed to the crook of his neck. Gyutaro staring up at the room’s ceiling feeling calm and relaxed like none other. With urgency she pressed her nose into the crook of his neck and pulled him as tight to her body as she could. Lips dancing against his skin just as she drug her tongue along the picked at scabs on his neck and felt the clumps of flesh follow her hungry tongue, “Gyutaro-”

His name snapped him from his trance like lull but his body remained limp in her arms, “Huh?”

Worrying one of the spots of his deformed skin with her tongue until a flake of scab came off into her watering mouth. The demon shuddered with excitement and swallowed what she was able to peel off his skin while keeping the larger demon still with a bone crushing grip on him, “Won’t you come be mine. After your stupid little sister makes Lord Muzan happy? Won’t you be all mine?”

Lord Muzan....he had visited Daki not too long ago. Gyutaro stared up at the shadows dancing across the ceiling as he recalled the all powerful leader fawning over his sister’s accomplishments. Telling her where her spot among the upper six was only meant to grow. Once she secured a place well, it was as good as finding a wealthy man after all in his eyes. Gyutaro shuddered when he felt the trickle of his own blood down his collar bone. Followed shortly by her tongue running up his sickly flesh to catch it all in her mouth. Without fail consuming more and more of his disgusting body each passing second. While Gyutaro only wanted Daki to be safe and successful in any life they found themselves in, he wanted nothing more than to feel the greed of want by the demon holding him right now, day in and day out. The beast that tore at his flesh and devoured him like the most well prepared sweet. This was all he wanted for himself.

“Of course-” Gyutaro managed in a groggy whiny tone. Leaning more into her as her teeth sank into him for another full bite like the one from his cheek. He’d wince and tighten a little bit. But only for a second when the mouthful of flesh was torn from his body. Once severed Gyutaro’s body would proceed to heal with haste and fill him with pleasurable glee hearing her smack her bloodied lips with a piece of him and him alone in her mouth, “I want- To be apart of you-”

A simple fleeting laugh that was only made worse by the bloodied teeth in her grin. The demon that held domain over him was slowly getting her fill of one of her hungers. The other soon to be fulfilled too as the pandering to Gyutaro’s pitiful wants and needs was exactly what the both of them enjoyed hearing. She licked her lips from the disgusting meal of his body. With the hand that wasn’t entangled in his hair slipped further down his chest. From the broad tense muscle that only grew on his upper body. She touched further down to the sunken in bulge of what could only constitute his desolate belly. Empty and malnourished just like the day she taught him and his weak little sister how to acquire food from the very humans that wronged them as humans. That touch caressed over the crests of his sickly hip bones. Leathery skin all that clung to the demon’s skeleton and yet drove her to touch down further until the obvious bulge in his loose fitting blue pants. 

“And you know how you can be a part of me right now, don’t you Gyutaro?” She hummed softly in his ear. Fingers curling around the clothed shape of his cock. An immediate throb in reaction to her touch through his pants. Gyutaro’s distended empty stomach sunk in when he inhaled sharply. First fleeting forms of pleasure washing over his body after so long of not feeling any.

“Yes- Yes I do-” Gyutaro’s voice cracked just as he leaned into her touch. Raspy breathing increased just as the touch between his legs changed. 

What was just a brush of her palm against his cock turned into stroking him eagerly through the fabric. Room too dark to see the growing wet stain of precum on the dingy blue pants. The scent was still there as she remained in control of his senses. Gyutaro whimpered and rutted his hips up against her touch for more friction. Making the demon click her tongue and playfully shake her head.

“What a beautiful man. A handsome man.” She released the back of his head. Stroking him through his slacks as her free hand moved to cup his cheek. Gyutaro was already panting like mutt overdue for a breeding from the simple gesture of her hand on him. When she drew her thumb over his bumpy cheek the demon was able to momentarily rid his forsaken body of the blemishes he whined so loudly about. In the wake of her touch there would be clear skin. As smooth as a baby’s bottom. One Gyutaro could only dream of having. But as quickly as she transformed his homely body, the magic would disappear. Rippling and turning back to the scarred and picked at mess that was his normal skin. Rotten and disgusting to all that looked at him. He really was considered nothing short of the ugliest thing. And yet she licked her lips and leaned into him so her whispering words were fleeting against his peeling lips, “I like you just the way you are Gyutaro. Ugly and all. So won’t you fill my hunger? A hunger...only you can fix.”

He shuddered to think for a moment he was beautiful. That his skin was raked clean of all the curses of ugliness. How he wanted nothing more than to be infused with her power so he could always be beautiful. But in the rippling effects when his flesh withered and returned to its normal state. Gyutaro felt an immediate rush to the words she spoke. They could be fake. They could be lying. In the moment he could not tell and only wished to hear more of the praise she had to give him.

“Yes. A million times yes-” Gyutaro pushed his frame into her. Taking to her neck like a greedy mutt sniffing things out. His scabs and scrapes raked across the delicate skin of her neck as Gyutaro hungrily kissed and licked the porcelain perfect skin. Salivating at the feeling of her flesh under his tongue. Never ready to bite. Drooling over her as he peppered every inch of the demon in lavish kisses until his attention caused her kimono to drop completely from her lax shoulders. 

With disgusting hands cupping her breasts Gyutaro flicked his thumbs over her puffy nipples. And without missing a beat latched his toothy maw onto them. Washing her over entirely with his tongue. Wet nasty streak marks of his spit trailing from her nipple to the rest of her breast as Gyutaro hungrily and hastily put his tongue on every inch of her that he could. Much like his reflexes, his actions were made quick as well.

One moment he was swirling his tongue over the hardest part of her nipples. The next he was dragging his tongue down her belly button until he hit hair. Saliva seeped from the corners of his mouth as the intoxicating taste of skin filled his senses and she was all he could see. Gyutaro stared down at the spread open kimono no longer hiding an inch of the demon before him. Breasts spilling to the side as she laid on her back with a grin. Legs apart with the invitation of her pubic hair to bury his nose in any time he liked. Gyutaro at moments like these never felt such a conflicting series of calmness and nerves as he did when she visited. Making him wish once again that he could be a part of her and forget about everything else in his miserable little life.

Just as hungry as she was when devouring that bit of his cheek. Gyutaro returned the favor with staunch starvation. Mouth fully engulfing the demon’s cunt. Lips spread only by his tongue as he drugged it up her slit. Finding the right flavor when her juices washed over his tongue and Gyutaro’s nose was tickled by the mound of hair above it all. Those same sad drooping eyes quickly looked up at her just as she reached down to lace her fingers through his hair.

“My handsome Gyutaro.” She cooed without missing a beat. Eyes on him and only him. Just ensuring that his tongue worked effortlessly over her clit. Framed perfectly between her thighs Gyutaro clawed meagerly at her thighs with the lightest scratch marks when he pressed his nose harder against her naval like he couldn’t get enough of it. Wanting her juices to pour into his mouth each time his tongue slipped down towards her slimy entrance. The potent flavor of her juices all but the strongest when he would lap them up from the main source. 

Like most of the things in his mind though, Gyutaro grew fixated on one thing and one thing alone. This time her clit. No longer dipping his tongue down erratically when he felt like it to lap at her entrance in the throws of his feast. The demon could not take his tongue away from the throb of her clit against the tip of his attentive tongue. Paired with the erotic fulfillment of her moans above him spewing nothing short of angelic praise for him and him alone. There were no words to his muffled hungry moans against her cunt but in his mind that was musical praise he so longed to hear as his thoughts raced to her and her alone. Leaving him hungry for more of it even as he gorged. And like a starved glutton he got just that. Tongue washed over with a burst of new juices when her peak was reached. Gyutaro rutted his face into her cunt best he could with the death grip on his hair holding him in place. Screams of pure pleasure ripped from her agape mouth. Certainly loud enough so the entire establishment could hear. And yet as her orgasm hit its peak and she breathlessly screams about how good he was doing, Gyutaro couldn’t care in the very moment if they were found out by mere humans. For he’d slaughter the entire house if his rightfully deserved praise was to ever be interrupted like this. 

“Ah~” Like a freshly open drink the demon above him released his hair with a soft content sigh. Changing the death grip back to the soft carding of her fingers through his clumpy hair and the careful stroke of his face. Gyutaro lifted his face from between her legs, encouraged by her tender touch. Grinning like an ugly fool up at her even if anything from his nose down was smeared in glistening juices. She reached down and wiped her own juices from the rough skin of his cheek. Gyutaro’s meager moan of approval when he leaned into her touch just to follow the simple gesture. He was so awfully cute this drunk on a thing as simple as praise. She pressed her wet digits to his lips. Scraping past Gyutaro’s pointed teeth to allow his tongue to lick them clean of the excess scraped from his cheek, “Big handsome man, you always make me feel so good.”

Mouthful of her fingers Gyutaro could only nod eagerly at her words. Eyes popping open though the nursing on her fingers didn’t cease. Gyutaro followed them as she drew her hand up. Causing the demon to crawl over on top of her. His shoulders blocking out the sight of the ceiling above but his cute little malnourished hips coming to rest against her core. Still throbbing from the attention she received, it would not end here.

Reaching down and hooking her fingers under Gyutaro’s rib cage, she drug him up further. Far enough now that he loomed over her. Hair falling around his ghastly features and with his still clothed cock now correctly pressing to her bare cunt. Just when she curled her fingers a little deeper into his diaphragm Gyutaro moaned around her fingers. 

“Such a masochist and for what...” She relieved his mouth of the fingers diving down his throat only after she was certain they were clean to her liking. Popping them from his mouth Gyutaro’s drool seeped out from the corners of his mouth leaving him with a dumb and dazed expression lost in his own inability to think farther than getting the next tidbit of attention. Cooing almost cruelly at his stupid expression, she linked her legs around his nonexistent waist and yanked the lower half of his skeleton against her core, “You feel that?”

“Yeah-” Gyutaro croaked from the surge of pleasure of his cock being mashed between his own frame and the lushness of her core.

“You want that don’t you?” 

“Y-Yes-”

“Big strong boy. Beautiful boy...you’d do anything in the world for it, wouldn’t you?” Each word making the grin on her lips curl more and more with devilish delight for his neediness.

Quickly Gyutaro nodded, unable to keep his hips from rutting against her core. A demon was nothing but carnal desires for the things humans tried to repress. He was no different as the temptation of burying his cock within her velvety walls grew each passing second.

Leaning up into him, arms linking behind his shoulders to bring him down as well. The demon sunk her teeth into his cheek. Not about to tear another chunk from him but holding him within her mouth as the blood seeped down her tongue and back of her throat. Holding it long enough that Gyutaro mewled with a painful moan. Either from the bite refusing to regenerate or perhaps the cock straining against his ratty blue pants. Whatever it was made the cutest noise as she giggled holding him down to her as he teeth sunk deeper into his cheek. Just deep enough until they hit bone. Only then did she let up and released him. Gyutaro’s blood dripped down on her cheeks as she smiled up at him. Slowly stitching up the skin of the bite mark even now that a couple of drops stained her skin under him.

“Come now,” She drew her fingertips along his jawline and savored the way he went weak just for a simple touch, “Won’t you have fun with me tonight?”

The frenzy that ensued was in a whirlwind of desperate kisses. Gyutaro sucked at her bottom lip just as she giggled and didn’t give him the satisfaction of a full kiss. All while working with no effort to slip his pants down his crested hips just to arrange him at her entrance. The heat of her silky insides doing nothing short of inviting him to plunge every inch he had into her. Gyutaro sunk himself down to the hilt in her warm, twitching cunt walls. Croaking and choking on his moans with his head tipped back as the demon under him lunged up just to sink her teeth back into him. This time his throat with no remorse. The vibrations of Gyutaro’s moans against her teeth as she chomped down harder on his throat when he rutted his already deep cock that much further into her. No regret when he bottomed out with his tip kissing her cervix with leaking precum. 

Room emanated with growls as the passion continued. Anyone with the misfortune of standing outside the screen door best do the right thing and wait it out instead of interrupting them.

Gyutaro, panting, snapped his hips into her. Walls squeezing his cock for all it’s worth before plunging back inside her with reckless thrusts. His blood poured from his neck and each time she let go of his flesh the wound would heal just for her to sink them back into him. Drinking up the blood spilling across her tongue just as much as the thrusts he was forcing her entire body to jiggle with.

“That’s it! Don’t stop!” Voice drowned out by the majority of skin slapping against one another. Or the purely sopping noise of Gyutaro driving his cock back into her soaked core. Neither stopped to care what might be heard. Instead she tipped her head back and drew his face into the very crook of her neck that she repeatedly bit on him. Gyutaro pathetic panting hot and sticky against her skin as she laid under him with legs linked tight around his hips so he couldn’t pull out too far, “Oh you’re so big- So big and strong- Mmmhm my Gyutaro!” 

“Yours yours yours yours-” Gyutaro’s slack jaw muttering his chant in time with his hips. Consumed by the feeling of his cock being milked by her ever tightening walls. As well as the delicate touch that felt like it was consuming more and more of him each passing second. The arms around his shoulders. The legs linked around his malnourished hips. 

Suddenly no one but the demon under him mattered. Not even his poor little sister was forced to sit outside the room subjected to the sound of it all. 

Consumed by the demonic pleasure Gyutaro didn’t even realize what he was doing before his jaw unhinged for him to lurch forward and sink his fangs into her flesh. Tasting the sweetness of blood burst into his mouth like a sudden sunrise. Gyutaro felt almost faint just as her walls tightened around his cock in the meantime. Dragging his length out of her with the flutter of an orgasm forcing her to clutch onto his lopsided body. Gyutaro doubled down on his bite and his thrusts. Growling with a mouthful of her blood as she tore her nails down his back leaving blood in their wake. Screaming louder than before with wild abandonment with a blessing of another orgasm on his veiny cock. Gyutaro was short to follow after such a show from his visitor. His ugly little face contorting in pleasure just as his body trembled above her. Absolutely taking more of a bite out of her as he snarled like a beast weak for that very moment. Gyutaro sucked in the gush of blood over his teeth and tongue just as his cock twitched within the depths of her walls.

Cum spilling against her cervix. Only to be driven harder into her with a rutting motion of the demon above her milking himself drunkenly. Gyutaro dragged his cock through his own cum as he pushed it back within her. Soiling her already perfect cunt with a load that overflowed around his base and leaked down the both of them. It wasn’t until Gyutaro was left trembling above her did the demon release his jaws on her shoulder. One big sigh from his frame and he fell limp on top of her. Utterly useless save for the kitten licks he was mindlessly giving her shoulder even after the wound had healed.

Silence fell on both of them as Gyutaro lounged his body on top of her. Savoring the post orgasmic bliss with the wonderful feeling of her fingers scraping through his hair all over again. After all that and he couldn't even open his eyes the second the screen door slid open after a few seconds.

“I-” Daki sat before the door with her hands in her lap and eyes directed down making sure to not look in at what hedonistic fun had just been had in her absence, “I have what you asked for ma’am I-”

“What? Oh, right,” The demonic mistress that had just taken her brother from her looked up with Gyutaro tucked under her chin and his cum dripping out of her all for the weaker younger sibling to see, “I’m not hungry. Leave them.”

Daki panicked knowing leaving a human body would get her caught, “Ma’am please I-”

“I said leave them.” She shot a deadly look across the room at Daki. It forced the kizuki to seize up under the woman’s immense power. Her body trembled as the lingering glare was enough to make a trickle of blood begin to seep from the corners of Daki’s otherwise flawless mouth, “I said leave it. Or would you like to be on the menu as well?” She doubled down on the pressure applied to the woman across the room. Daki couldn’t even cough up the blood flooding her lungs as her superior took out a blind rage on her.

“B-Brother-” Daki managed to squeak out as she looked up for help from the listless figure of her brother in the woman’s grasp. Where he laid utterly relaxed as his little sister of all people was being shredded from the inside out right in front of him. 

“Hmm?” The demonic woman slowly carded her fingers through Gyutaro’s hair. Looking from him up at Daki now clearly fighting back the tears as only blood dripped from her sealed mouth, “Oh Daki dear, he’s very busy.” She grinned as she drew her delicate touch through his hair and stirred a mindless moan from Gyutaro’s body against her own, “You have the rest of this rancid human fuckhole feeding out of your hand, so stop being such a snot nosed little brat and let your big brother have some fun with someone who loves him.”

Her words burned as much as the hold she held over her body. Tears welled up in the corners of Daki’s eyes moments before she doubled over coughing. Blood splattering on the floor and into her lap. Daki tried to clasp her hands over her mouth but failed. Just throwing up blood into her palms as she’d been released from the death grip on her. It took a moment for her to stop coughing but the tears wouldn’t stop. Through blurry eyes she looked over at Gyutaro getting his face peppered in kisses against his nasty unkempt skin. It filled the younger kizuki with so many emotions but the only one that bubbled up above the rest was anger. 

Before she could act on it though Muzan’s second hand stopped her dead in her tracks. Once more seized in the simple glare of such a powerful demon. Daki was stupid but she still understood this woman could rip her to shreds and worse of all take her big brother from her in the blink of an eye. So as her anger boiled over Daki submitted. Lowering her head until she was released again. Coughing her blood onto the floor as she bowed down with her head down low so she could no longer see the disgusting nature of her brother entangled with the demon. 

“Yes ma’am. I’m sorry ma’am.” Daki pressed her forehead to the ground, stewing in her own emotions. 

“I swear. I don’t know what Muzan sees in you fools,” Her voice was not soft as it was with Gyutaro. Still Daki wouldn’t raise her head. Staying submitted to the stronger demon as it was meant to be. Smiling to herself as the stench of Daki’s drying blood on the floor boards excited her. As well as Gyutaro stirring from his momentary daze. She knew there was much more fun to be had before things would drag her away from her favorite demon. For now though the beast salivating for more of the ugliest demon known to humans would indulge in the two residents of the entertainment district. After all this was where one would go to have all the fun in the world. The perfect place for a demon to take everything they wanted and then a little more.