Solar Eclipse Shadows

Kakashi works hard

— Pairing: Kakashi Hatake x Fem!reader

Synopsis: Kakashi decides that today is your day off

warning: teasing, fingerfucking, oral sex, face sitting, dirty talk, n s f w 

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Jiki Koushaku Fujin no Yakuwari Dake wo Motomete Kita, Kouri no Bara to Utawareru Danna-sama ga Kateinai Stalker to Kashita Ken - By Mei satsuki (8/10)

A cursed ice rose! The handsome Duke can't love his wife! All five of his senses were stolen from him...for good reason. The men of his family are famous for abusing and stalking their wives. It went on for generations, so the unfortunate next heir had his five senses stripped away. Now, he's married and obviously there's no love involved. It's impossible........right?

Viola is mad.

This is her second chance at life, and she wanted a good one.

She's not some soft flower. She got an offer from the Duke for his son's hand in marriage, and she took it for money. She intends to be a good but spoiled bride. In her previous life she was too ill to enjoy much, so she happily accepts the advantageous marriage.

It's totally too good to be true though. Her family isn't that wealthy.

Why did the Duke pick her for his son?

Who knows?

The first night is a disaster. She doesn't even see Albert after the wedding ceremony, and he tells her he feels nothing for her. His nickname is the Ice Rose...but this is too much. He even tells her he doesn't want children, and they will have to adopt an heir. Oh, also he will never love her. Oh, also he doesn't care if she takes a lover. Oh, also he leaves for work for weeks on end. Oh, also he doesn't care about making public appearances so her reputation as Duchess is down the toilet.

No lavish parties.

No cute children.

No fun allowed in the ice mansion.

She loses it (rightfully, she feels scammed) and she starts throwing pillows at him.

Her hobby is gardening...and she does have money...so she calls the cavalry! Her personal stylist shows up. The maids and butlers are happy to finally have work to do! Everybody gets a makeover! Even the maids. She has loads of fun without her dour husband and she redesigns the whole manor. The garden ends up particularly gorgeous under her care.

Obviously, the princess is in love with Albert.

She's a very interesting sociopath though, not a cute idiot. Look forward to her villain arc. It's not mind-blowing, but she isn't some brainless fool.

For the first five chapters Albert looks like this 24/7 so you have to power through it. Hey, not all good stories have good pacing. Viola has a decent amount of fun without Albert, but....this is a weird one guys not gonna lie.

The truth eventually comes out. Well...half of it. The Ducal family is secretly infamous for obsessively stalking their lovers. Romance novels have been written on the subject.

Viola gets her hands on a few and.......well...

When Albert falls for somebody she'll be out the back door that day, and the maids will surely help her escape.

Albert was trained harshly, because this "condition" is obviously illegal. Viola starts to respect him alot more, because....duh. Training to resist the Evil Love urge is way more respectable than just giving in. It's complicated though. It's implied that his mother abused him UNTIL HE LOST ALL FIVE OF HIS SENSES. Also his mother is a unstable victim of a yandere (The current Duke) who is often locked up by him.

So....yeah...

Viola realizes he's not being mean on purpose.

She gets attacked at a ball. The classic "a glass gets thrown at her". The incident was obviously planned by a villain....obviously the pri....it wasn't the princess???

The Duke is insane and he's conspiring against his own son????

That's probably why Viole was chosen as his wife??? Because she's from a weak, poor family???? And he wants his son to have less power??? And the Duke specifically didn't want the Princess to marry him???

What????????

Real intrigue...in a slow and badly paced yandere story???

Nice.

Violet is a protagonist that rolls with the punches, and Albert is a real weirdo. When he snaps the readers are probably in for a unique experience.

Viola decides to help him regain his senses, because she wants a divorce and she pities him too. They become friends. She teaches him to bake. She finds out about the Ice Rose/lack of senses thing after she watches him bleed without batting an eye. Very emo.

(She calls him an emo more than once)

Trust Me pt. 2

Leon Kennedy x Reader

Part 1

Author's Note: I made this too long, so it's going to be divided. Also, shoutout to @thefirst-ofus for the part 2 inspiration/idea, thank you.

“Stay with me baby,” Leon whispered, walking through the warehouse, “We’re almost there.”

Leon held Ashley over his shoulder with one arm, and he held you by the waist, helping you walk. He looked down at you, trying to smile only for it to falter. His heart twisted seeing the black veins covering your arms and face, your eyes lacking their usual light. Instead, they were hazy, focusing on something because every so often you hide your face in his shoulder, crying for him to protect you from the hooded figures. He would hate how his voice sounded each time he comforted you, it would betray him. It sounded panicked and confused, helpless. 

He finally made it to the operating room, quickly punching in the code. Leon carried Ashley to the operating table, you stumbling in behind him, breathing heavily. You leaned on the door after closing it, your vision slowly becoming blurry. A painful cough caused your body to shudder, as you fell against the door, blood on your hand. Leon quickly placed her on the table, before running over to you. You felt your heartbeat slowly becoming nonexistent as Leon held your face. 

“Come on,” he said, though he was beginning to sound muffled, “You’re going first.”

“No,” you said, though your jaw felt glued together, “She needs to go first. It’s why … it’s why we’re here.” 

You felt your eyes beginning to close, before Leon tapped you, causing you to open them. His pale blue eyes were stormy, focusing on the black veins that covered your face. He shook his head, trying to rationalize you going first, “Ashley got the medicine, you didn’t. So you need to go first.”

“If something happens to her,” you breathed, “They’ll kill you.”

“But you’ll be okay,” he kissed the top of your head, “And that’s my only goal.”

Ashley began to cough, her body shaking. Leon cursed before he slowly lifted you. He carried you over to a chair next to the operating table. Ashley’s condition seemed to worsen as if she didn’t take the medication at all. Leon took a step back, running his hand through his hair as he looked at the both of you. He was trying to make it work, he needed to, after all, he’s Leon Kennedy. The perfect agent, everything worked out for him, but as he held your frail body and looked at your drained eyes, it wasn’t working out. 

“Save her,” you managed to say, trying your best to smile at him, “I’ll be okay till I’m next.”

He kissed you with trembling lips mumbling okay before he left you. You smiled at him again as he began to operate the surgical device, hoping that your smile would hide the fact that you barely heard his voice, that you could only taste blood in your mouth, and that your body felt too heavy for your weakening heart to operate. You heard her scream in pain at the touch of the needle, causing you to hold her hand, which was the only thing keeping you grounded in reality. 

Leon’s fuzzy body moved over Ashley as he whispered words of encouragement. You coughed again, trying to be quiet. You weren’t able to cover in mouth in time, so you watched the droplets of blood fall from your mouth onto the ground. You let go of Ashely’s hand, not even aware if the procedure is over, placing it over your chest. You opened your mouth, gasping for air as your heart seemingly stopped. Tears only blur your vision more as you felt yourself beginning to die. You fell face first onto the floor, the chair falling on top of you. 

Leon quickly ran over to you, throwing the chair off of you. He held your body, desperately saying your name as you were going limp. “Love it’s okay, it’s okay. I’m going to get this out of you,” he wiped your tears, “I swear it will be okay. Just .. just don’t leave me.”

“Leon,” you barely whispered your eyes focusing on nothing, “Please … I don’t want to die.”

The fear in your voice shattered his soul, as he held you. He hated how fragile you felt in his arms, your strength depending on him. He blinked away his tears while trying to kiss away your own. His mind told him to be strong, but his body was betraying him. Trembling lips, shaky arms. He was scared, God he was so scared of losing you. 

“You … Don’t talk like that,” he said, not knowing how long he can act brave for you, “We’re going on vacation after this, remember?”

You didn’t reply because you couldn’t. As the world faded to black, you felt was the softness of his kiss. Leon has never felt so powerless. He has never hated himself so much, he was supposed to be injected, but … you jumped in front of him at the last minute. Leon ran back to the surgical device, quickly scanning your body for the parasite’s location, taking a deep breath to try to calm his heart.

Your screams of pain wanted to make him hide, to cut his ears off. He wanted to comfort you, to hold your hand, but the words wouldn’t come out. He couldn’t do anything but hear you cry, scream in agony, as you called out for him, for him to make this pain stop. He felt his soul shatter, being the one to hurt you, someone who he can’t live without. He had to force himself to continue operating the machine as his mind created a new nightmare, your screams. He felt like a child when you needed him most. 

“Leon,” he almost didn’t hear Ashley’s voice over his panic, “Leon, is it over?”

“Ashley, check y/n’s pulse,” Leon said, not sparing her a glance, “You feel anything?”

“Uh … yes,” Ashely replied, “But hurry.”

After the procedure, he ran over to you, telling you that it was okay. Leon ignored Ashely’s look of worry, taking her tears for the recent procedure that she went through. He didn’t apply any of it to you. He lightly moved her out of the way, not registering how her hand was simultaneously on your wrist and neck, checking your pulse.

“Told you that you’re safe with me,” he kissed you on the forehead. But you didn’t respond, your hand didn’t hold onto his. You didn’t respond to his voice. You didn’t react to him.

He checked your pulse, his heart stopping when he felt nothing there. He mumbled no as he checked other places, his mind and what little strength he had left shattering when he felt no pulse. He looked at your face, seeing your calm expression, seeing that your body has been healed, but your heart … it. Leon placed his ear on your chest, straining to hear something, swearing that your hand would get lost in his hair. But your hands stayed at your side and your heart remained still. 

He ran across the room, opening cabinets and throwing things on the floor, trying to find something to restart your heart. With each failed attempt, he felt the room being robbed of its oxygen, and everything in it was gone. It was just him, your dead body, and the sound of your awful screams. He finally faced you, and stumbled over to you, his mind dark and his vision blurred by a mess of tears. He couldn’t speak, and each time he opened his mouth, a broken cry would come out. 

“Y/n, angel,” he held you, “Please, don’t leave me. I need you, please,” he repeated your name in a mess of tears, apologizing.

“Oh God,” he cried, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I couldn’t save you. I just … I wanted to protect you.”

He held you, fiercely, as if trying to protect you. As if trying to make up for not doing so properly when you were alive. He felt anger course through him as he held you. Angry at himself for letting this happen to you angry at the one who did this to you. But underneath that anger was hopelessness. It was piercing, radiating throughout his entire body. He’ll never see your smile again, he’ll never hear your voice again. He’ll never love again because you took his heart with you. He’ll only have his memories of you, leaving him in a constant state of chasing those memories desperately trying not to forget you.

“We … can’t leave her,” Ashley said, “We aren’t going to leave her, right?”

“I’m not leaving her,” Leon said, “She’s not staying on this island.”

He knelt, only holding your hand against his head. He watched his droplets stain the floor as his mind was still trying to understand what is happening. Ashley sat across from him, not saying anything, trying not to cry, trying to put on a strong show for Leon. At some point Leon got on the operating table, gently tracing your features. 

“Oh love,” he whispered, his voice thick with pain, “love, I would do anything to switch places with you. I ..” he couldn’t seem to speak, and only more tears began to fall. 

Leon stared looking at the ceiling as he held your hand. Everything hurt. It hurt to breathe, to think, to be alive. He wanted nothing more than to join you, hoping that God would allow him to visit because you’re with the angels. If not, he would sneak over heaven’s gates just to kiss you, to hold you. Reality was suffocating him, so he tried to escape it by closing his eyes, where he saw you. Smiling, laughing, it was paradise, distracting him from the pain, from the fact that he’ll have to wake up.  

He didn’t know how long he was out, all he felt was a gentle shake which caused you to disappear. He stared at the ceiling, groaning as the light shaking continued, “Ashley. I don’t want to talk. Just give me some space, please.”

“Didn’t mean to wake you sleeping beauty.”

Leon’s hand shot to the side of him, feeling air. He looked over to see you standing next to the operating table, Ashley clinging to your side. You looked like an angel, with glowing skin, your eyes beautifully deep and alive. Leon slowly got up, reaching out to you. He softly touched you, as if his hand would go through you. You placed your hand over his, giving him the confirmation that he needed. 

“My knight,” you held the side of his face, “You saved me.”

You saw tears well in his eyes as his large body devoured you in a tight embrace. You were unable to hug him back, but you whispered sweet words to him, words that made him impossibly hug you even tighter. You whispered words to him that he thought he would never hear again. Ashley quickly mumbled that she’ll be outside, but it fell on deaf ears because Leon had you locked in a kiss. It was deep, passionate, and desperate as if he was trying to remember your taste. 

“Le,” you breathed, “Baby, what happened?”

“You died,” Leon said, “Or at least your heart stopped for like ten minutes. Love, I thought I lost you. But it’s clear, more than anything, I need you.”

He leaned his head against yours, lacing his fingers with yours, “Just don’t do that again okay,” he laughed.

You lightly kissed his lips, “I’ll try not to.”

The building began to slightly shake, causing your moment with Leon to be interrupted. Ashely ran back into the room asking the two of you if you felt the tremor. You nodded as Leon said that he needed to end this. You weren’t sure if he was announcing his intention or talking to himself, but whatever the case may be he wasn’t doing it alone. Together the three of you ran out of the building, back to the elevator. Outside you saw Saddler on the port, you continued to look through your binoculars, your heart twisting seeing Ada hang unconsciously. You gave the binoculars to Leon, the sight of her causing him to hand you the binoculars, one foot practically in the elevator. 

“Wait,” you held his arm, “You aren’t going down there alone.”

“I am,” he began, “Someone needs to be here with Ashley.”

“And someone needs to be there with you,” you pushed back, “I’m not letting you die.”

He sighed, and you can see, almost feel him wanting to leave. He looked in Ada’s direction before taking you by the hand, walking some feet away from Ashley. He looked over you, before resting his hand on your chest, where the surgical equipment pierced your skin. He rested his head against yours, “I can’t let you get hurt again.”

“Leon, with all that we’ve seen, you can’t fight this hell show alone,” you try to reason with him, “You know this.”

“I need to protect you,” he said, his voice wavering as his fingers wrap around yours, “I thought that I lost you, and I didn’t know what to do with myself. I didn’t know how to live without my soul.” 

“My piece of heaven,” Leon kisses you tenderly, “I need you to be safe.”

Leon told you after thirty minutes to leave, but you saw it as the time for you to go in and help. Ashley tried to get your mind off Leon’s situation by asking you about your relationship with him as you watched the port. Saddler transformed into some monster, sprouting tentacles as his roars can be heard from where you were. The monster bugs also surrounded the port, each flying down to attack, he’s in that by himself. 

“He can’t do that alone,” you said out loud, “Take this, it’s fully loaded,” Ashley took the gun, her eyes wide, “I’ll be back soon.”

You made your way to the port, hoping that he was okay. The bugs attacked you first, causing you to almost use all your ammo on them. You shouted Leon’s name, but it was washed away in the noise of the fight. You continued to run around the port, even having to jump from one broken side to the other, before you found Leon. A tentacle had him in the air, squeezing his neck. One of Leon’s hands was desperately trying to loosen the monster’s hold on him while his other hand fumbled to take out the knife. His gun was on the floor, feet away from him. 

You ran over, shooting at the green sac, causing the tentacle to be separated from the body and fall to the ground. You ran to Leon helping him up, his eyes widened seeing you as you gave him a cheeky smile. He quietly thanked you, squeezing your hand. 

“What do we do now?” You asked as you ran for cover.

“We take out the green sacs,” Leon said, “Then I’ll go for his chest,” he quickly kisses you, “Be careful, okay.”

The two of you ran to opposite sides of Saddler, surrounding him. You had to dodge multiple attacks of his tentacles while aiming at your target. The two of you were successful in weakening the enemy, causing him to fall. You and Leon met in front of the enemy, watching him gasp and struggle for air. Leon picked up Saddler’s staff, motioning for you to stand back. Leon drove the staff into the chest, causing Saddler to give off one last horrible-sounding scream. 

You and Leon stood in front of the dead body, your hands lightly holding. You turned your face to him, smiling as you rubbed off some dirt from his face. He mumbled come here, pulling you into a kiss. Your fingers got lost in his soft hair as he pressed you against him as hard and close as possible. Despite the salty taste, his lips were heaven itself. If love had a form it would take, it would be his voice, his lips, his arms. It would be Leon. 

“Thank you, Leon,” you say, resting your head on his chest, “For saving me. I love you.”

He kissed the top of your head, “Love you more. And you don’t ever have to thank me for that, you always come first.”

“Ready to go?” Ada’s voice caused the two of you to turn around, “We can leave this island right now.”

You didn’t say anything, though you were surprised that Leon still held you close. The small gesture warmed you, as you leaned into his shoulder. “I think it’s time that we go our separate ways,” he says. 

Ada slowly nods as she looks at you. You straighten up subconsciously, as she smiles ruefully, giving Leon one last look before looking at you. “Be careful,” she says throwing keys at Leon, but you knew that the message was for you. Be careful with him, with his heart.

The two of you, along with Ashley, made it off the island by jet ski before it exploded. The three of you turned to face the destroyed island, relief evident on your faces, so much so that Ashley laughed. Leon looked back at you, “Ready for that vacation?”

“Yes please,” you groaned, “I don’t want to pick up my gun for the next year.”

That vacation that Leon mentioned would be in Paris. That vacation would be delayed by four weeks because of the paperwork and debriefing and checkups. But finally, finally, you and Leon were able to get that vacation, kicking it off with a dinner date. 

~~~

“You ready?” Leon called.

You stood in front of the bathroom mirror looking over your dress. It was a beautiful, low-cut dress that hugged your body, revealing your curves. The dress had a slit on the side, and it was backless. The navy blue color complimented your silver pendants and necklace. 

 “You’re staring Kennedy,” you smiled.

“Can you blame me?” He says, walking behind you to place a kiss on your back, “You look beautiful, love.”

You looked down at your hand, feeling warmth seep through your face. Your smile deepened seeing Leon take the necklace from you and place it on your neck. Leon placed his arms around you, pulling you into him, his cologne clinging to you like a heavenly scent. 

Leon kissed your neck, his lips impossibly soft, “So beautiful,” his hand slipped underneath the slit of the dress, “ I can’t wait to show you off to Paris.”

His voice was low, threatening for a good time, “And then,” he continued, “Take it off.”

“Well, all of this is here for you,” you pressed up against his crotch causing him to inhale, “Don’t forget the hotel key,” you smiled at his reddened face.

The two of you headed downstairs, to catch a cab to your dinner reservation.

(To be continued)

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Yearning | Shinazugawa Sanemi x reader

Summary: you get very horny after your first mission with Sanemi

Warnings: !nsfw! smut with some plot

Word count: 8,216

Read it on AO3

Notes: I needed to get this out of my system after watching the movie

The most annoying thing about you was that you were friends with Tomioka Giyuu, Sanemi thought as he stole glimpses at you from the corner of his eye. He couldn't stand that guy. The way he looked upon others was always from a superior point of view. The way he talked, rarely and unbothered, was always a favor for anyone who could hear him. You were the same, somewhat worse. On top of all of Tomioka Giyuu's flaws, when you would open your mouth to talk daggers seemed to stab him. You were brutally honest when provoked by him and almost too sure of your own strength. The big difference, however, was that Shinazugawa Sanemi wanted to kill Tomioka for his attitude, while he wanted to fuck you out of it.

He never really knew how to talk to you. Granted, he would never act based on his feelings or let them show in any way. He admired you for your strength as well as your beauty. While he did respect you as one of his fellow Hashira, his eyes would always slip down your body, too weak to resist the way your uniform fit on your curves, the soft skin of your exposed neck or your long hair that always smelled like summer flowers. He would soon fight with himself to stop staring at you, afraid that someone might notice. He would always find moments when he was sure no one was looking, not even you, to see from the distance how bad your injuries were after a mission and he would try to find out if you were fine from the people at the infirmary. But he would never tell you. You rarely ran into each other because of countless missions back to back, both of you being Hashira. You worked on your own most of the time, backed up by lower ranked demon slayers or alongside Tomioka on tougher missions, simply because you got along very well. You and Shinazugawa met occasionally in training, although rather seldom, and during the official meetings at the Ubuyashiki manor. He felt the need to get closer to you, but he didn't have the means to do so. So he resorted to what he knew best, attacking Tomioka indirectly, knowing that you won't miss the chance to step in and try to outsmart him with another witty remark. Most of the words exchanged between the two of you were on a passive-aggressive tone and he was certain that his feelings, buried deep inside his heart, were concealed by the well-known rivalry.

Although he noticed this method was effective in getting your attention, Shinazugawa didn't know exactly to what extent you enjoyed this type of bickering. You too found him annoying. Sometimes he would talk more than needed and he had too good of an opinion about himself. He was cold and senseless sometimes, too focused on the details to be able to see the bigger picture. He wasn’t exactly the nicest person you could stumble upon, but he wasn’t a bad person either. Shinazugawa was hard to approach, intimidating and challenging but most of all you loved getting him angry. Tomioka didn't need anyone stepping up for him, and you didn't do it for your friend's sake anyway. You simply enjoyed to hear Shinazugawa's raspy voice grow in volume and see the anger in his eyes whenever he would feel intimidated, belittled or dismissed. He was hot, you thought one day, appalled, as he ran after Giyuu almost attacking him physically, if it hadn't been for the other Hashira. But you never let it show. You were sure he hated you as much as he hated your friend. You had to be a veritable masochist to have a crush on a guy like him.

Now, despite your reputation as arch enemies, you had been sent on a mission together. It was almost strange to see how well the two of you got along, especially on the battlefield, when you weren't pressured to hide the obvious from other people. You soon noticed that, contrary to his unfriendly nature, Shinazugawa paid a lot of attention to you, conveyed in small gestures.

"Look, the owner said his wife is a healer." He said in the softest voice you ever heard him talk, offering you a small bottle filled with a herbal mixture. You had travelled for a couple of days by that time and stopped at an inn on your way to grab something to eat. When you looked at him questioningly, he looked the other way. "You have been in pain since this morning." And indeed you were feeling some discomfort, altough you never said a word about it, because, before being a demon slayer, you were a woman with a natural body cycle. Maybe he really was a gentleman, although you would have never guessed it, you thought on multiple occasions. Then again, you would remember how everyone saw him and you shook the thought off your mind.

The demon you were after was hard to track. It took a couple of weeks to find its whereabouts, plenty of time for you and Shinazugawa to get comfortable around each other. He was actually sweet, you found yourself thinking as he did his best to maintain a conversation. You liked the sound of his laugh, although it was closer to a low giggle, whenever you tried to crack a joke. You’ve never heard it before but it made your heart flutter a little. Even the silence started to feel comfortable. After a couple of days of trying to find different topics to talk about, you learned a lot about him, although it was only trivial aspects of his life. By now, simply exchanging looks was enough to understand each other.

The fight too place near a small village hidden in the mountains. It was a powerful demon, even though both of you were two of the strongest demon slayers. Shinazugawa’s injuries were worse than yours and he almost lost consciousness by the end of the battle, but you took care of him until the morning, when the people from the village came. They were beyond grateful to you so, in exchange for your services, the head of the village offered to have you stay at the onsen until you regained enough strength for travelling back home.

***

Usually, after a fight, you would sleep like a baby. It was the deepest and most restful sleep that allowed your body to heal properly. No dreams to keep your mind busy, no need to wake up thirsty or any other reason could compromise the sweet moment of relaxation after driving your body to its maximum strength. But this time was different. Maybe because you had spent so much time with Shinazugawa, or maybe those few hours until sunrise while you tended to his injuries were to be blamed. But you had a wet dream. You woke up, confused and well aware of the fact that you were wet. You could still remember all the details, all the positions you imagined yourself in, the way his voice sounded in your ears while grunting and moaning your name, his white hair wet sticking to the back of his neck and his forehead because of sweat, sounds of skin slapping against skin, his palm pressed open just below your navel as he thrusted into you- No. You shook your head, trying to get it out of your mind. You had a crush on him, yes. You found him attractive, yes. You occasionally had dirty thoughts about him. But this was getting out of hand. The worst, still, was that the dream didn’t even help with anything, it only made you aware of how attracted you were to him, how horny he made you feel. It was because you spent so much time together, for sure. Also, the adrenaline of the battle could have this type of side effects in the body often. You could lie to yourself as much as you wanted, but you had never experienced it with anyone else before, you knew that. Now that you were thinking about it, it was around two weeks or so since he gave you that painkiller for your period.

You were ovulating.

The realization left you feeling even more helpless. In any other case, you could hope to fight it, hide it, ignore it. But now, aware of your hormones going crazy inside your body for a few days, you could do nothing about it. It made you feel helpless. The thought of fucking Shinazugawa couldn’t leave your mind. Come to think about it, he was very kind to you these past few weeks. He couldn’t… No. Or maybe there was a small chance he did? Small gestures, kind words, playful and easy going behaviour, all these things were the total opposite of what you expected of him. Could he like you?

***

Despite the blood, sweat and dirt covering your body after fighting a demon, you still smelled like the flowers in summer. Yes, now that his nose was barely touching your shoulder he could fell that it wasn’t only in your hair, the soft and sweet smell was everywhere on your body. Sanemi desperately wanted to open his eyes to see you, but he was too exhausted. The warmth of your body covered him like a thin blanket and he found it in himself to force his hand to grab you by the sleeve. But there was no sleeve because he felt the warm skin of your arm and almost heard the soft coo of your voice when you told him to stay still. Using the last drop of strength that he had, his eyes were obliged to open, even faintly between lashes, to witness your body leaning over his. Above your waist, your body was covered only in your undergarments, hence your bare arm that he was still clinging to. If he hadn’t been covered in blood you could probably see his skin turn to a shade of red, as the silky skin of your chest was only inches away from his face.

Shinazugawa turned around on the futon for the hundredth time. He had been awake for a while now. When he woke up, his body sore and his mind cloudy, the first thing he noticed was that the material around his arm resembled his own uniform. He quickly remembered getting stabbed there, it probably was the deepest wound on his body. So that’s why you were undressed, Shinazugawa thought. Indeed, he hadn’t been hallucinating. You used your own shirt to improvise a tight bandage on his arm in order to reduce blood loss.

Not long after he woke, a girl working at the onsen brought him water and a tray with food. He didn’t have an appetite but munched on it anyway, knowing it will help him build back his strength.

“How is she?” He asked the girl while she was pushing the door closed as she exited theb room.

“Your colleague?” He nodded. He didn’t like the word colleague, it was too formal and too cold for what he wanted you to be. At the same time, he didn’t know how to refer to you. “She’s still asleep, I believe. Thanks to her first aid skills your body is quicker to recover than expected.” Part of him was relieved now that someone confirmed your safety. The last thing he remembered was defeating the demon together, but collapsing to the ground shortly after, losing control over his worn out body. Glimpses of you flashed in Shinazugawa’s memory chaotically. However, your clothes as his bandage was proof enough that they were not just a product of his imagination.

“I need to change these bandages. Bring me some?” The girl bowed and left quickly. She probably had a lot of work to attend to or rather she was scared of him to some extent.

When the girl came back she was not alone but accompanied by the owner of the onsen, whose face Shinazugawa didn’t remember since he was already unconscious when the villagers arrived, and another man who seemed to be a doctor.

“I can handle it myself.” He quickly dismissed them when, after offering his gratitude once again for killing the demon, the owner suggested that the young girl would help him wash up while the doctor checked up on his body. No additional pleas were allowed. The girl left a basin with fresh water and a basket of clean bandages and ointment by the futon and they left the room.

More than anything, Shianzugawa wanted silence. But he couldn’t have it. Now that the mission was fulfilled, there was nothing else to keep his mind busy and distract him from you. Moreover, you would be leaving soon. He loved having you all to himself. And you seemed to like it too, he would think sometimes. You were not as irritating as before and, to his surprise, all the things he found difficult about you turned into qualities that he appreciated. It was only Tomioka’s fault, he mumbled to himself. What he most afraid of was that, once you would be back home, you would go back to spending time with that bastard. All this time you shared would be forgotten and everything would go back to normal.

“Shinazugawa? You’re awake?” Shinazugawa’s bared back was turned to the door as you opened it carefully. He was sitting on the floor, checking some minor wounds. He turned around to look at you, his breath stuck in his throat as he noticed you were wearing only a thin robe loosely tied around the waist. It exposed your chest to a degree he’s never witnessed, granted that your uniform was always buttoned up and covering your breasts entirely.

“Y-yeah.” He quickly found his voice and shifted on the futon, turning to face you. He was only wearing a pair of clean pants. The upper side of his body was covered in bruises or bandages and he was barefoot. “Good job on the mission.” He blurted out, without even thinking about it. He felt pressured to talk, thinking that conversation would distract you from noticing the effect your attire had on him. But you started walking towards him and, with every step, he felt his heart beat faster and faster. His expression was stern and seemingly uninterested, but his eyes alone travelled from your bared calves along the line of your legs until they were completely hidden by the robe, high enough that he expected to see the colour of your panties with every step you took. You didn’t have anything underneath that robe, it was obvious from the way the lose knot around your waist could come undone any minute, from the generous amount of chest that was exposed, from the way one of your sleeves was hanging lower than the other, almost revealing your bare shoulder. Shinazugawa was thirsty. He felt his lips part without control in an awed expression as you crouched down next to him and placed your palm on his forehead. He was thirsty, but water could never quench the kind of thirst he had.

“I was afraid you would catch an infection with all those open wounds. You seem fine.” It was embarrassing how difficult he found it to swallow his own saliva.

“I’m perfectly fine.” He pushed your hand away gently. If you touched him for one more second, he was afraid his heart would burst. He couldn’t look away from you though. There was something about you he had never seen before. And it wasn’t only the way your nipples poked against the thin material of the robe you were wearing, although it was a very compelling sight.

“We're at an onsen. It would be a shame not to take advantage of it.” You said standing up. He would take advantage of you, Shinazugawa though but tried to control himself, given that the bulge growing bigger in his pants couldn’t be controlled. “I just can’t find any towels in my room.” You complained looking around his room. It was such a stupid excuse. Of course there were no towels, they would be by the water, not in every room, so you could grab them on your way. But it was the only idea you could come up with, having your mind clouded by the excitement you felt in your lower belly when you thought about Shinazugawa. It was even harder to act normal when you saw him, shirtless, messy white hair, the muscles on his back flexing as he turned to face you.

“I think you can find them there.” He answered. You turned around on your heels, biting your lip. He looked so good. Your fingers itched to touch all of his scars, on his arms and chest and abdomen and go even lower.

“Why don’t you come with me?” You blurted out.

“We would be in different areas anyway.” He replied. It made sense, usually there were separate spaces for men and women. But that wasn’t enough reason for you, especially not after seeing him in that state. You needed him very badly. At this point, you didn’t even bother to think if the feeling was mutual or if you were making a fool of yourself. You would do anything to ride Shinazugawa’s cock.

“Oh, come on.” Your voice was louder and higher in pitch than you expected. “The building is empty, save the guy at the reception. We’re the only people here.” The idea of getting in the hot water with you left Shinazugawa speechless. He could only imagine what was hiding under that robe and you were giving him the chance to find out.

***

You got in first while he turned around to give you some privacy until your body was covered in the cloudy water. It was great for your tired bodies, soaking in thermal water. But you weren’t here for that. You didn’t even feel the difference in temperature, since your body was already burning with lust.

“Hey, don’t look.” He said, embarrassed, when you gestured for him to come in. You playfully covered your eyes like a child, though peeking between your fingers to see Shinazugawa as he was getting undressed, catching a glimpse of his already hard dick. You quickly moved your fingers to cover your eyes, so he wouldn’t know. But the sight had already done irreversible damage to your mind. He couldn’t help but constantly think about the fact that you were naked under that water. So he tried to keep a decent distance between the two of you, not too big to become awkward but not too small so you couldn’t accidentally touch him and notice his dick was painfully hard. But you would always close the distance between the two of you. You would shift your position all the time, showing him something or pretending you didn’t hear what he was saying. When you moved, the water level would shift with you, revealing more or less of your round breasts, but never all of it.

“It looks so much better.” You said, getting the closest your ever got to him, as you gently touched his arm where you had bandaged it the night before.

“Sleep helps a lot.” He said, aware of the fact that, if you moved one inch closer, you would feel his dick against your belly.

“I tried my best so you wouldn’t get another scar.” You continued in a low, seductive voice that you didn’t know you possessed. Your fingers ran along Shinazugawa’s scarred skin, from his muscular arm up to his shoulder, brushing against his bony clavicle. “You already have so many.” He let out a hot breath as your fingers continued their way on his chest where two long scars crossed each other in an x shape. “But I always thought they’re hot.” Your touch moved even lower, on the scar that was travelling along his abdomen. By now, your hand was already underwater.

“Y/n…” Shinazugawa breathed out your name, almost moaning it. It was torture to him. You could at least say what you wanted from him, straight to his face, without killing him second by second with ghostly touches and promiscuous words. “What are you doing?”

You looked up at him through your lashes, your eyes hungry with lust. It was unbearable for him.

“What do you think I’m doing?” The sarcasm lingering in your languid voice reminded him of all the arguments you usually had. Shinazugawa grabbed you by the chin carefully but firmly enough to force your head back to look up at him. You never thought his rough hands damaged by countless fights with demons could be this gentle.

“I think you’re being desperate.” His lips moved dangerously close to yours, though never touching, as he leaned his face towards yours. “And I’m running out of patience.” His eyes were so demanding that your hand rested just above his navel, not daring to go lower as long as he was forcing you to look at him.

“I could see that.” You mouthed back, obviously referring to his erection.

“Then do something about it.” He muttered between his teeth. You didn’t need anything more. Pressing your body against his, you kissed him roughly and he let you get whatever you wanted for a while. It was almost amusing to Shinazugawa, to see how hungrily your lips pressed against his, how desperate your tongue was to circle with his. The pressure of your flesh against his dick didn’t provide the friction he needed, but it was promising enough. Your hands were all over his body, craving to have no inch left untouched. He grabbed you by the hips, holding you still as you were already standing on your tippy toes to be able to kiss him. Shinazugawa had lost count to how many fantasies he had imagined in his head before, but he was sure he never dared to dream you would be this hungry for him. Your lips soon left his and moved down to leave wet trails on his jaw and along his neck, biting and sucking. You heard him hiss in pain a few times, which only made you even more aroused. Every sound that was coming out of his mouth was so hot, so stimulating that it only made you even more desperate for him.

Shinazugawa let you do as you pleased for a while. After all, it was extremely satisfying to him to have you all over himself. He might have gotten bored though, because one of his hands grabbed you by the hair and forcefully pulled your face away from him. You whined in pain and frustration.

“You’re such a needy whore.” Your lips were swollen and your eyes darkened as you looked back at him. He let go of your hair as he kissed you, arms circled around your waist to keep you as close to him as possible. This time, he was in control and you had no way of regaining dominance as his tongue roughly pushed against your lips, forcing its way inside your mouth. Your breasts were tightly pressed against his chest and you felt the desperate need for friction between your legs. But Shinazugawa’s hands moved down your back, grabbing your ass, fingers digging painfully deep into your flesh. You whimpered against his mouth, but not because of the pain. He had you paralysed now. You couldn’t move your hips against him anymore.

***

You didn’t know how you got out of the water, briefly patted your bodies dry with some towels and put on robes to cover yourselves in case an employee would see you on the hallway. You only remembered Shinazugawa’s tight grip on your hand as he dragged you after him, rushing back to his room. He slammed the sliding door open and allowed you to step in first. You barely let him closed the door, your hands already pulling at his robe that was already undone. He pushed you against the wall, cornering you. There was nowhere to run, his large body covered yours with ease. In a totally unexpected gesture, he brushed his fingers through your damp hair, as if trying to make sure you were really there with him.

You were taken aback by this change in pace and atmosphere. But he hissed in pain and only now did you become aware of the fact that you had been too focused on your own needs, to such an extent that made you forget his body wasn't in such a good condition as your own.

"Shinazugawa?" You called out his name as you gently sat with him on the floor. He snorted at the formal way his surname sounded out of your mouth. The same mouth that was so ready to swallow him whole a few moments ago. "I'm sorry, we can stop if you can't-"

"No!" He quickly dismissed the idea. After years of hidden feelings and wet dreams he was so close to having you. He would not lose the chance.

"But your body is-" You tried brushing the white strands of hair out of his face to see him and your fingers felt the uneven texture of the scar on his forehead.

Shinazugawa didn't bother arguing with you. He simply kissed you again, slower this time, more sensual and intimate. It felt as if the roughness and hunger from before were only the outer layer to something deeper that he wanted to convey to you and you let him have his own pace, although the heat between your legs was aching. He seemed to know that, because he grabbed your hand and guided it down between your legs. You instinctively spread them open, anticipating. Guided by his hand, your fingers slowly rubbed circles against your clit and you moaned against his mouth.

"Touch yourself for me." He said. For a moment, you thought that he meant for you to please yourself because he wasn't able to. But, as he pulled away from you and placed his palms behind him on the wooden floor, leaning back to see you better, you noticed that the brief moment of vulnerability was gone from his eyes. He was demanding, exactly as he sounded. His robe was covering only his arms and shoulders as it fell down at his sides and spilled on the floor, undone, his bared body fully exposed to your eyes. Your eyes took in the sight, with great attention to his throbbing cock that seemed to invite you to touch it. At first, you found it akward and embarrasing, especially feeling the pressure of his eyes watching your every move, eager not to miss one bit of it. But you've done it many times before, you've touched yourself with him on your mind so many times. On top of that, his presence quickly changed from an impediment to a huge turn on. You saw the way he licked his lips as he watched you, flinching at every sound you let out. More than anything you were desperate for his dick that was proudly sticking hard against his lower abdomen like a prize you could get only if you passed this test. So you continued to stimulate yourself.

Shinazugawa was fascinated by you. He was under some kind of spell, eyes focused on your body, taking in every bit of detail. How wet you were becoming, the small mole on your inner left thigh, your exposed neck as your head fell back in pleasure. He touched himself too, placing his palm at the base of his cock, stroking it faintly in order to relieve some of of the tension in his entire body. As much as he couldn't wait to fuck you, something else inside him took even more pleasure from witnessing your filthiest, most sexual self. And you were doing it just for him.

"Say my name. My own name." Shinazugawa's command covered the sound of your mewls. You've done that before as well. Alone, in your room, while everybody slept, you would moan his name as you masturbated. His name, not his surname that you asdressed each other by, the name you couldn't call him by out loud.

"Sanemi." You moaned. You always thought his name was moanable.

"Fuck." He breathed out, as your voice found its way inside his body, driving him closer to orgasm. "Say it again."

"Sanemi." You obliged. With eyes half open you saw him touching himself as well.

"Again." He grunted.

"Sanemi I'm-"

"Don't cum." He warned, figuring out from the way your voice cracked that you were close. You gently hit your head against the wall in frustration, forcing your hand away from your throbbing clit. You were so close. When you looked back at him, he was already sitting on the futon, gesturing for you to come next to him. With shaky legs, you crawled on all fours towards him. He greeted you with another wet kiss, his hand cupping one of your breasts, his thumb running circles around your nipple.

"I want to ride you." You pleaded against his lips.

"Only if you ask nicely." He grinned. Although he was composed and teasing, the way you were so straight forward about your desires made his head spin in exicitement. You gently pushed your palms against his muscular chest and he lightly fell with his back against the futon.

"It wasn't a question." You said as you straddled him.

Shinazugawa watched as you climbed on top of him, biting his lower lip in satisfaction whe he felt your soft plushy tighs press against his hips. He put both his hands under his head, looking at the curves of your body on top of him, at the way your hair was falling over your shoulders, covering only small parts of your breasts. From the first moment he saw you, he felt attracted to your body. But now that he was witnessing it completely naked, in all its beauty, he was sure you had to be a goddess.

He allowed you to do whatever you pleased with him. At first, you only rubbed your folds against his dick lightly, rocking your hips in a slow back and forth motion on top of him. He could feel that you were dripping wet, your juices covering him all over. You placed one hand on his chest for support as you picked up the pace, your cunt finally getting the friction it needed for so long. Shinazugawa moaned in response, stimulated by your movements. The sound was so beautiful to your ears. You were determined to make him more vocal. And you did, as a grunt from deep inside his throat came out when you slowly slided his cock inside your welcoming walls. You took your time, adjusting to his girth. Your eyes were glued to his face, trying to memorize as much of his expression as possible. Lips parted, eyes half closed and cheeks flushed, white hair spilling on the futon like a halo around his head. Your first moves were painfully slow for him. The muscles on his arms were tensed and he seemed like he was putting a lot of effort into keeping his hands to himself and not thursting into you as hard and fast as he needed. But the look of ecstasy on your face as your rolled your hips gradually faster, your breasts bouncing with every move, wet sloppy sounds filling the room in a rapid rhythm and your moans, god especially your loud moans as you used his body to please yourself, all of these were making Shinazugawa feel more than satisfied.

Soon, he had to grab you by the hips because, in your desperation to feel him as deep as possible inside, your movements became chaotic and violent, losing pace and balance. He held you in place, his fingers digging deep into the skin of your hips. Supporting yourself on one arm securely placed on his chest, you managed to find his hand and pushed it back towards your ass. His large hands moved to your back as you guided him, grabbing your ass and pushing your body even more against his cock. The sharp sound of his palm slapping your ass as you bouced up and down his dick echoed in the room, sending a flash of pleasure right to your core and your head fell back in pure pleasure. You moaned loudly, probably the loudest so far, and he felt the consequences of it as your walls tightened around him.

"That's right you're so fucking loud." He said and he slapped your ass again, obtaining the same chain of reactions from you.

Sweat was dripping all over your body and you were running out of breath, but the way his cock felt inside you was addictive. Your hand moved to your clit, feeling like the stimulation wasn't enough to drive you to your orgasm, but Shinazugawa's hand pushed yours away. He laid his palm flat against your belly, pushing against your flesh as his thumb found your clit and provided the additional stimulation you needed. There was a puddle of your fluids forming around the base of his cock, as your hips rose and fell on top of him over and over again. Shinazugawa knew better than spilling his seed inside you. Instead, he concentrated on driving you to your high, noticing how your whole body tightened around him, your muscled tensed and eyes tightly shut, all your senses focused on the way his cock rubbed against your walls hitting your sweet spot over and over and over.

Your moans turned into whimpers and then into uneven breaths as you got closer to the edge. But there was one missing thing to get you there. Intuitively and out of pure erotic instinct, Shinazugawa's hand reached your neck, grabging it between his thumb and index finger, putting enough pressure for you to feel lightly choked. You looked down at him despite your blurry vision, his eyes already locked on yours. You gasped for air while your hips slammed against his uncontrollably. His thumb stimulated your clit and your vision whitened as you finally came, your moan reveberating in the room covering the sound of your bodies. You pressed your hips one last time against his body, taking his lenght as deep as it could go, as you chased every last drop of that numbing pleasure that spread trough every nerve in your body making your legs shake. Your heart was beating at a rapid pace to the brink of failing inside your chest as you removed yourself from him, falling on your back next to him.

With the weight and warmth of your body gone, Shinazugawa took it upon himself to reach his own orgasm. His cock was covered in your juices mixed with precum as he wrapped his fingers around it. He turned to look at you, finding the most arousing sight. Your chest was moving up and down as your lungs filled with air and released it, your brests jiggling slightly with every move. You were covered glistening in sweat, legs still pressed together to find every last bit that was left of that sweet high you had reached. On your hips he could see the marks of his fingers turning purple. But the expression on your face, that was the most rewarding thing for him. Furrowed brows, lips slightly parted, hair sticking to tour temples as you let out soft whimpers. All of this because of his cock. He came quick enough, groaning with his eyes closed, your ravished image still impregnated in his mind.

But it was just the beginning. Although releasing his seed eased some of the tension built up in his body, Shinazugawa was nowhere near done with you. Soon enough you felt his heavy weight over your worn out body and opened your eyes in surprised to look at him, towering over you. His cock was laying on your belly, his balls rounded full with arousal ghosting above your skin.

"I hope you've had your fun." He said, "It's my turn now." The look in his eyes was so animalistic as he spoke, you felt your insides twist in satisfying ache as arousal was building up inside you once again.

You cupped his face with both your hands as you kissed him, hungry for his lips, for his touch, for his throbbing cock again inside you. He groaned against your mouth, one hand finding your breast and grabbing it harshly, the soft plush flesh of it squeezed in his rough hand. You whined in response and then he slapped it, gaining an even louder cry of pain from you. Your legs desperately found his waist and tried to get a hold of them, but he pulled away from you, grabbing you by the thighs and forcing you to turn around on the futon, face down, as he ripped the robe you still had on away from your body. His palm hit your bare ass lightly and you quickly understood the command, rising your hips from the floor and up in the air, supporting your weight on your knees.

"Good girl." He cooed in approval as his hands held you in place.

You were expecting his cock to penetrate you any minute now. Instead, he took his time to take in the view of your waist that curved generously into your hips and ass exposed just for him, as the air of the room felt cold compared to your burning, soaked cunt.

"Sanemi..." You cried out. You couldn't see his face, but the sound your voice whining out his name so pathetically got him even cockier than before and his lips curled in a half grin.

"Hmm?"

"Please..." You felt him so close to you, but not close enough. Your pussy ached for his thick cock but you could't even find some sort of consolation with your ass up, legs unable to come close to each other as his own knees were pushing yours open.

"You're not so bold anymore." You didn't need to see his face, the arrogant tone in his voice said everything you needed to know.

The only thing you could do from that position was push your hips back towards him, in hopes that you'll earn some friction. But his hands stopped you as soon as you moved, holding you in place as he clicked his tongue critically. He leaned over your back, grabbing a fistful of your hair and you felt his cock press against your cunt. It was only a feeble touch but enough to have your eyes roll in stimulation as he pulled you by the hair, forcing you to arch your back.

"If you insist on behaving like a slut I'll treat you like one."

That's exactly what you so desperately wanted and he quickly fulfilled his promise as you felt his dick strech your walls once again. You groaned as he didn't lose any time for you to adjust, instead he just thrust in and out of you with violent and swift movements and you had to place your hands firmly on the futon to resist the force he was pushing into you or else your body would have slipped. But he had full control of your body, one hand on your hips pushing your ass back towards his body as he rammed his dick inside you over and over, the other hand a tight grip on your hair, pulling you towards him. The angle allowed him to hit new and untouched spots inside you, and the stimulation that his aggressive movements provided was numbing all your other senses. You didn't feel the pain in your scalp when he pulled you by the hair, you didn't feel your back aching because of the unnatural way it was bending, you didn't feel the strain on your knees, already overworked from riding him, you didn't feel your arms almost giving up, unable to support your body anymore. You only felt his cock slamming into you, his balls hitting your folds with every move.You could only hear his grunts and pants on top of the wet sound of flesh slapping against flesh relentlessly. Your walls tightened around him as you were slowly getting closer to your second orgasm.

But even though ecstasy was numbing everything else and the only thing you could discern was how good his fat cock felt inside you, your body was bound to break down at some point. And it did, because the hands you used to support the upper half of your body slipped and you fell face down on the pillow. Shinazugawa's reflexes followed suit as his hand let go of your hair and both his muscular arms hugged your waist, holding your body in place while he never stopped pounding into you. Now that he was leaning over your back, arms roughly holding your waist, his face buried in your soft hair, you could clearly hear all the unholy sounds coming out of his mouth close to your ear. He was in pure bliss. Contrary to the wet and sticky state of your bodies and the room that was filled with the smell of sex, your hair still embraced him in a fresh and sweet scent that he had always associated with you. Your fists were grabbing the pillow tightly, toes curling in pure pleasure. You moaned in pain as you felt him sink his teeth into the back of your shoulder, groaning like an animal as his movements became uncontrollable and messy, lacking the rhythm and structure they had before. You desperately forced your hand to move under your belly and up between your legs to help yourself reach your high the second time. Shinazugawa was too far gone, too concentrated on his own plesure and his own instincts to even think about you at this point. He was thrusting inside you brutally, chasing his own orgasm, gutural sounds that resembled an animal more than a human coming out of his throat as his teeth were still sunk into your flesh.

But you came too fast. Because you rushed to touch yourself in addition to his cock stimulating your insides, you reached the second, more violent orgasm. It felt twice as much intense as the first and, if it hadn't been for the pillow that your face was buried into to mute your scream of pleasure, you would have woken up the whole village. Your walls tightened around his cock as you came but he wasn't done yet. Soon, you were overstimulated and crying under him. You couldn't fight back, you couldn't push him away or stop him from fucking your overly sensitive cunt. His whole weight was pushing down on you, his arms holding you immobilized as he used your body as a simple sexual object to get himself off. The pillow soon turned wet with your tears. You didn't even know if he was able to hear your cries over his own grunts.

You knew he was done when he moaned your name as came, his seed spilling on your back. You collapsed alongside him on the futon, his grip around your waist never losening. You felt sore and exhausted and used as you laid on your side with him behind you, hearing his deep breathes as he was starved for air. His arms, still securely wrapped around your waist, pulled you closer as he buried his face in your hair and only now you became aware of how sticky your bodies covered in your mixed juices were. It would be a lie to say you didn't enjoy the sense of safety and calm his warmth gave you. So you remained there, without saying a word, as both of your hearts reached a normal rate and your muscles relaxed, the hazy veil of arousal lifting from both your minds.

"I'm sorry for..." He started but he didn't finish his sentence.

It was fascinating to you how mellow his voice sounded, making it almost impossible to understand that the animalistic sounds from before came out of the same mouth. In response, you gently grabbed one of his hands and brought it to your lips, leaving a soft kiss on his knuckles. The same knuckles that yanked your hair, the same unyielding arm that held your body against your will against him, they were so weak and willing to follow your guidance.

"How...was it?" He sheepishly asked. You giggled while playing with his fingers. For some reason both of you still avoided seeing face to face.

"It was breathtaking." You said and felt him relax behind you, smiling reassured of your praise.

Soon enough your naked bodies started getting cold. He sat up even though you whined in protest like a little child. Only now did you dare to turn around and look at him, standing in the middle of the room completely naked, with his back turned to you. As he moved, your eyes followed his tall figure from the rounded calves to his ass and up his muscular back and wide shoulders, speding a bit too much time on the nape of his neck then fell back along the lines of his defined arms and slender fingers. You bit your lip, enjoying the view a little bit too much. If it hadn't been for the soreness and your already weakened body from slaying a demon a day prior you would have definitely gone for a third time.

"Sanemi?" You called out his name and it felt so natural, so domestic, so right that you wondered how you ever called him by his surname all this time.

"Yeah?" He turned his face to you instinctively, revealing his handsome profile.

"Nothing. I was just practicing." He scrunched his nose at you like a child and turned back, biting his lip because the sound of his name out of your lips still made him somewhat nervous. He came back to you with a bowl of water and some clean cloths that were left untouched when he fixed his bandages before. You were still on your back, finding another spot that stinged with pain every time you tried sitting up.

"No, it's fine I can do it myself." You quickly tried to dismiss him when he sat down next to you, drenching the cloth in water and touching your thigh to get your legs spread. It made you very nervous and somewhat embarrassed, having him clean you up.

"Shh." It was the only sound that left his lips, so gentle and so loving that you had to give up resisting.

He cleaned up your body with care and all you could do was simply stand there and look at him in awe. He helped you sit up, made you turn around, checking if there was anything left when he noticed the blueish marks on your hips. He leaned over your body, placing a soft kiss over the bruised skin like an apology. Your heart skipped a beat and your breath hitched. Butterflies exploded in your stomach and you couldn't take your eyes away from him. He was so handsome, so strikingly beautiful. He seemed to notice that you were staring because he smiled back at you.

"There's another one." You said as you brushed your hair away from your shoulder, turning to the side to show him the marks of his teeth on your skin. You didn't know how it looked but you could feel it swollen and pulsing and you guessed it looked worse than the marks on your hips.

"Ah... I'm sorry for... this." So this is what he wanted to say the first time. As he applied some ointment to your shoulder he couldn't help but notice that sweet flowery scent again.

"Can I ask you something?" He said unsure and you nodded. "I.. I always liked the way you smelled. Is it like a perfume or something?"

"I-I know you like gardenias..." You mumbled sheepishly. It was an old habit that you developed because of him. "I heard Genya talking about it once and I..." He chuckled in response to your voice cracking with embarrassment and you felt your cheeks burning.

"I only like them because they remind me of you."

"We're not very bright, are we?" You said, relieved.

"It is only Tomioka's fault." He rolled his eyes as he grabbed the covers, pulling them over both of your bodies.

"What?"

"If you weren't friends with him maybe you would have been easier to approach." He shrugged.

"Maybe if you wouldn't be so petty and hostile you would have been easier to approach." You spat back. Instead of getting angry like usual, he started laughing. The sound of his honest amused laugh warmed your heart instantly.

"Ah, this really feels like our usual conversations."

***

Tomioka sneezed for the third time in a row. It was beginning to get annoying how his training was interrupted by continuous sneezing. It was probably pollen from the trees.

"Someone must be talking about you." Tanjiro remarked.

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No Good Deed Goes Unpunished. (Yandere Greaser Sanemi x Reader)

{TW: Set in 1950′s, Non-con, Fellatio, violence, implied stalking, trauma, smoking, bullying}

Sanemi is a rough and tough greaser in the small town you live in. Your just a girl trying to graduate high school without being noticed noticed by the usual high school cliques. That all changes when you help him out on a whim.

Watch what happens when you help the most dangerous greaser in town.

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“Go on, beautiful. you can take me deeper.”

I felt the corner of my eyes sting with tears as he shoved his phallus down my esophagus. I feel him hit the back of my throat which causes my gag reflex to react. He grabs me by the back of my hair to hold me in place. I struggle to breathe and I start to hyperventilate. “SHH! Stop! You can do this, baby, just breathe through your nose.” He snarled.

I did as he commanded. I breathe through my nostrils, keeping my eyes closed as he groaned at the sensation I was unwillingly giving to him as he slid his dick further into my mouth “Hey, eyes open baby or this is gonna hurt and I’ll still enjoy it. Whether you’re in pain or pleasure makes no difference to me.” He growled.

So began the 5’10ft man’s pursuit to reach his climax using my mouth. I was in hell as I looked up at the scared male’s face as he stared down at me with a sadistic smirk. He thrust his phallus in and out, the only thing I could do was breathe through my nose and hope it ends soon.

He would stick his erection so far down my throat, I could feel his pubic hairs cuddle up against the tip of my nose. “Good girl, just a little more!” He started going faster, grabbing both sides of my head and thrusting his wood into my gob at a high speed, I thought I was going to choke. My tears finally began to fall and my cheeks burned from the humiliation and shame I felt.

“Oh Fuck! I’m gonna cum! I’m cumming! I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” My throat was raw and my jaw ached and as he fucked my skull with haste, after what seemed like forever, he pulled out and came all over my face. I gasped in shock and exhaustion. I could feel the sticky substance cling onto my skin like glue. I heard him chuckle as he retrieved something from his back.

“Say cheese darling~”

I was too late to stop him. He had pulled out a camera, one of the newest models and snapped a picture of me. I tried to turn away but it was too late. He had already taken a picture of me covered in his seed. “Can’t wait to frame this beauty.” He cackled as the photograph rolled out of the camera.

I burst out crying, covering my face with my hands, not caring if they too got covered in semen. I was too scared and humiliated to do anything else but weep. “Hey now baby, Don’t cry.” I hear him kneel down and force my hands away from my face. “You shouldn’t be crying. You should be happy. Do you know how beautiful you look now?” He pulled out a handkerchief and proceeded to wipe my face clean now.”

“Why….?” I finally whispered out. My voice sounded raspy and dry. He had done a number on my throat. I could barely speak without sounding like I had just lost my voice. “Why would you …..*Sob*…… Do that to me, Sanemi…?”

He didn’t respond. His eyes were half open and held what could be mistaken as a loving gaze. He had a gentle smile and his posture seemed relaxed. Too relaxed. If it had been anyone else in any other situation, I might have been swept off my feet. But no.

Sanemi Shinazugawa leaned in closer to me and placed his lips on top of mine. I instantly felt disgusted and tried to push him away but I was outmatched in strength. He pushed me onto the ground so I was lying on my back, he got on top of me and continued to kiss me.

I could feel his tongue at my lips but I refused to entertain him any longer. He didn’t like that because I heard him growl. He wrapped his hand around my throat and started to squeeze. I gagged and gasped for air. He stares down at me with annoyance and irritation before attaching his lips to mine and sticking his tongue inside my mouth.

I feel his muscle wrestle with mine, the foreign invasion has me flabbergasted. I feel him reach into the furthest corners of my mouth and lick everything he could get. He put one hand on the back of my head to deepen the kiss. He kept his eyes closed, enjoying the kiss like it was his last meal on earth while I could only stare back in horror.

When he finally pulled away. He had the face of a maniac painted across his visage. His pupils were dilated and his grin was so wide, I broke out in a sweat thinking he was going to bite me. “From this day forward, you’re my bird. We’ll always be together, just you and me…”

He stroked my face with his index finger, I could only wonder…

How has this happened …..?

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Can I request submissive!tamaki suoh x dominate!fem!reader smut headcanons please?? :DD -🐶

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Warning: SMUT!

Bad Boy (Tamaki Suoh x Dom!Fem!Reader) SMUT!

“Now, Tamaki, What did I say about being a bad boy?” You spoke sternly as your fingertips tickled their way up the blonde’s legs as they shook under the feather light touches.

“T-that I'd be punished.” Magenta eyes follow your figure as you stalk around the bed, eyeing the naked, pale body that squirmed under your own lust filled gaze.

“And what did you do to deserve being punished?” You asked, your voice lowering to a new sultry level which caused the blonde to shiver with anticipation.

“I…” Tamaki gasped as a finger circled the head of his dick, causing the engorged mushroom tip to ooze precum.

“You…. what?”

“I… I touched myself without permission, Miss.” Tamaki whined as you withdrew your finger, licking the small bead of sweet and salty stickiness off your finger.

“That’s right. You directly disobeyed an order.” You spoke as you grabbed something from the dresser drawer. Once you had the item in your hand, you slowly walked back to the blonde sitting on his knees on the king sized bed. His eyes widened as you showed him the little toy in your hand. “Now, I’m going to put this pretty little ring on you, and I’m going to fuck myself on your cock. Purely for my own pleasure and if you can be a good boy until I’m satisfied, then maybe I’ll let you cum. Understand?” You spoke directly into his ear as you slid the lavender vibrating cockring right down to the base of the beautiful dick, making sure it was good and snug. Don’t want any accidents.

“Y-yes, M-Miss.” Suddenly, with all your strength, you pushed Tamaki onto his back. Straddling his hips and placing your hands firmly on his chest, you line yourself up and start sinking onto the thick girth. Tamaki let out the most pornographic moan, finally having some stimulation. The hour long torture you put him through finally disapating as the warmth of your wet walls enclosed around him.

Finally fully seated, you looked him right in the eyes, “No fucking touching.” Starting a brutal pace, Tamaki moaned loudly, his hands fisting in the satin sheets beneath him until his knuckles turned white. “So fucking big, baby.” You groaned as you bounced, nails digging into pale flesh. “You're doing so good baby boy, being so good now.” You threw your head back as the tip of the cock stuffed inside you hit that soft spot that made you see stars. You bounced faster in Tamaki’s lap, his thighs clenching and the small patch of hair at the base of his dick rubbed deliciously against your throbbing, neglected clit.

“P-please, M-miss! L-Let me t-touch you!” Tamaki groaned, his pupil blown eyes stared directly into yours, full of nothing but lust and love and admiration. Feeling the coil inside tighten, you nodded your head.

“You can touch me now. Make me cum, Tamaki!” One hand now firmly planted on your hip, the other one rubbed your swollen nub bringing you higher to the awaiting climax. “Tamaki!” You shouted as your vision went white and your whole body shook as your orgasm took over.

“P-Please! L-let me cum! I’ve been a good boy! I’ve been a good boy!” Tamaki begged as tears streamed down his rosy, flushed cheeks. Sliding off the still throbbing dick you slid the ring off.

“Cum for me baby.” As soon as the ring was off, Tamaki let it all out. Many ropes of glimmering white semen spewed from the swollen head, landing on his own chest as well as your own bust. “Such a good boy.” You cooed as Tamaki came down from his high. Wrapping his arms around you, he pulled you down to the bed and snuggled up to you. “Sleep.” You told him as his eyes drew closed and his labored breathing even out. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Happy birthday, Sanemi

synopsis ✧˖°. It’s Sanemi’s birthday and you wanted to surprise him

pairing ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ Sanemi Shinazugawa x Fem!reader

genre ₊˚ෆ⟢ fluff and smut

wc ₊˚⊹ 0.9k

a/n ⋅⋆⁺ ᖭི༏ᖫྀ ⁺⋆⋅ Oh the days I’ve waited for this special day… happy birthday to my favorite hashira and happy reading!

November 29th was a magical day, reason being it was your boyfriend’s birthday, every year he would surprise you with something gorgeous like a necklace or a new dress to match. You did the same but you wanted to surprise him like no other. “You ready babe?” You say as you put on the final piece of jewelry on your neck to complete your elegant look, a sleek black dress that was a spaghetti strap and hugged your curves in the right places, your hair done neatly and your makeup on point. “Yeah, I am” Sanemi said, his well-built body dressed in a white suit with a dark green dress shirt that was two buttoned down showing off his toned chest, his hair slicked and his cologne giving off a husky and natural-like aroma. “I’ll be in the car waiting for ya” He says grabbing the keys and leaving the house which gives you time to lay rose petals around on the neatly spread bed and gift of his favorite sweets and balloons to tie it all together. You place whipped cream, cherries, and sprinkles on the nightstand for later activities and you mentally pat yourself on the back for your efforts.

November 29th was a magical day, reason being it was your boyfriend’s birthday, every year he would surprise you with something gorgeous like a necklace or a new dress to match. You did the same but you waAfter your lovely and heartfelt dinner date, you two drive him and you tell him to close his eyes as you lead him to the door, opening it slowly you tell him to open his eyes, the living room was dimly lit and his eyes widen as he looked at the ground to see the petals. “What’s all this baby?” He asked with a smile on his face while fluttering kisses over your cheek, “Just something I did when you were in the car.. follow me.” You take his hand down the path of petals to the bedroom, the same way you left it and he was in even more shock. “Is this all for me? Baby you shouldn’t have..” He said was he took the gifts off of the bed and placed them on the dresser. “Oh that’s not all handsome, undress and get on the bed.” You say as you slowly remove your dress to reveal an extremely extravagant dark green lingerie set that catches his attention that sends signals straight to his cock, he undresses and lies down onto the bed, cock standing proud and you climb on top of him, grabbing the whipped cream and kissing his neck. “I thought we should try something.. special, what do you say hm?” He was nodded his head eagerly and you start to spray the whipped cream on his lower abdomen until you reach his cock which was now dripping in precum, you next grab the sprinkles and lightly tap some on and add a cherry right on top of the tip. “Now I’m gonna give you a treat..” You say as you licked the whipped cream from his lower abdomen until you reached his cock, you pick the cherry up off of his tip with your teeth and eat it before licking some cream off of his cock. “Happy… birthday… to… you.. ‘Nemi.” You say each syllable with a lick on his cream covered cock in-between, you lick his cock and balls clean and then start to take all his length in his mouth, using your free hand to massage his balls subtly and he groans, thrusting his hips upwards to feel your warm throat engulfing his now needy cock. When you finish licking off the rest of the cream and sucking him off, he cums and it shoots over your face leaving your face a sloppy mess and when he takes a look at you, he feels an erection forming again. “Sit on my face.” He says in his scruffy voice and you oblige, your pussy resting on his lips and he’s like a menacing animal eating it prey; You take the opportunity to continue sucking his cock, your knees drilling into the mattress and he held onto your hips to keep you in place. “F-Fuck..! ‘M cummin babe..” You whimper out in pleasure, “T-then cum.. cum on my face..” He groaned and so you did, your orgasm bringing tears into your eyes and you moan out loudly. He manhandles you into a mating press and teases your puffy clit with the tip of his cock, you whine for him to put it in and he shushes you. “Be patient baby girl, I ain’t going nowhere.” He says as he grabs the previous whipped cream and sprays it onto your breast before sucking and nibbling the cream off, you could’ve sworn you saw the stars from the feeling alone, he cleans you up and finally pushes his cock into your pussy, he fills you up and tears start to form again in your eyes. “Stop cryin’ Ma.. you can take it can’t you? ‘Atta girl.” He says while he thrusts deep inside of you and the room fills with skin slapping and moaning, “‘M gonna fill this pretty pussy and make you have my babies..” he whispered into your ear and you incoherently answer back, he cums deep into your womb and the feeling of you being stuffed like a turkey makes you squirt, drenching the sheets below him and you. He pulls out and watches the cum leak out of your abused hole and he uses his two fingers to push it back in, being sure you end up pregnant by the end of this. “Thanks for all this ma.. appreciate it, and I love you.” You come down from your high and look at him, placing a kiss on his lips before whispering out a “You’re welcome”, he hopes he can one-up you on your next birthday.

Imagine this..

Gojo absolutely loves the look of his pregnant wife wobbling around the home. He loves it a lot more than he thought he would. Gojo takes so many pictures of you. From the day of the big news, all the way to today.

"Satoru sto-Op!" You squeaked and giggled as you spoke. "I am allowed to dote on my pregnant wife, thank you very much." His low voice spoke very smugly into your ear. Despite your outward complaints, you still looked to the phone sitting on the kitchen counter and smiled. You blinked when the flash went off, and you rubbed your eyes.

"You take too many pictures of me.." You grumble. "Especially when I look like shit." You pouted and rested your hand on your swollen stomach. Gojo gasped and put a hand to his chest. "Shit? You're the most gorgeous woman I have ever met," He leans now and cups your jaw in his hands. "Especially in the mornings." He whispered softly before kissing you. You smiled into the kiss and felt your shoulders relax.

"Mm..if I wasn't already pregnant, I would drag you to bed until I am.." You mumbled happily against his lips. Gojo snickers and rolls his ocean eyes. "Keep talking like that, and I will drag you back to bed, despite already being pregnant." He smirked with lidded eyes. "Even if I'm 5 months pregnant?" You whispered. "Especially when you're 5 months pregnant." He pulled you into a passionate kiss after the words left his lips.

You both didn't leave the bed again until 6 pm.

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Gojo hurriedly washed his hands and ignored grabbing paper towels as he left, deciding to wipe his wet hands off on his pants instead. He was in too much of a rush to care anyway. His pregnant wife was all by her lonesome in the grocery store as he dealt with his bladder problem. He hated to leave you alone. He hated leaving you alone around other people even more.

Gojo sensed your cursed energy in the nearest aisle and quickly returned by your side. He smiled when he spotted you looking at the baby shoes that were huddled in a small pile on the corner of the shelf. Gojos eyes glanced to the clearance sign above the shelf and playfully rolled his eyes. "Didn't I say I wanted our baby girl to have the best quality clothes? Why are we in the clearance section?" He playfully scolded as he leaned his shoulder against the shelf with the shoes.

"Well, I remember saying that it doesn't have to be expensive, as long as it looks adorable on our baby boy." You retorted with a sly smile. Gojo huffed and shook his head. "Our baby girl has the best, strongest, and wealthiest father in all of Japan. I think she deserves to be spoiled." He crossed his arms, making you glance at the faint sight of his veins popping out. Amusement laced his eyes behind the dark shades adorning his handsome face.

"And I think our baby boy will care nothing about being spoiled, as long as it's comfortable." You shot back and quickly looked back down to the pair of shoes in your hand. Gojo felt his heart leap when you placed the boy shoes in the shopping cart before reaching back onto the shelf and grabbing a feminine pair of shoes as well. Gojo pushed himself from the shelf and walked behind you to wrap his arms around your growing belly.

"You are going to be an amazing mother." He whispered softly into your ear. Heat rose to your cheeks, and you smiled bashfully. "You think so?" You placed your hands onto his. "I really do."

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It didn't take long for Gojo to realize you weren't in bed with him any longer. He was normally hyper aware when you would leave the warmth of his arms at night, but he had been even more of a light sleeper after you hit your 7 month mark.

Gojo didn't want to think of what he would do if something had happened to you.

He threw the covers off of himself before leaving the inviting warmth of the sheets. He quickly makes his way to the kitchen, only to find you quietly sitting at the marble island in the center of the room. You were minding your business as you nibbled away at your odd snack, a soft tune playing from the radio nearby. Gojo always insisted on buying speakers. That way, he could blast music from the TV, but you denied him every time. You always said that the radio was much better.

Gojo sighed and quietly walked up to you, his eyes grazing over your plump form. He couldn't help but smirk. You just looked so lovely as you sat there, munching away on your food, his shirt barely covering your body. Gojo was head over heels in love with you, that was obvious.

"Sneaking away from me just to get you a snack? How rude." Gojo softly said as he pouted. You jumped as his arms snaked around your body. You swatted at his muscular arms and shot him a glare over your shoulder. "Dont sneak up on a pregnant lady! You nearly made me drop my pickles.." You mumbled. Despite your annoyance, your body still leaned back to relax against his warm chest.

Gojo glanced at the food in your hands and resisted the urge to shiver. Pickles and marshmallows. "Mm, I wouldn't want to have to throw that snack away.." You rolled your eyes at his sarcasm and plopped the pickle and mini marshmallow in your mouth. "Shuddup."

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"You're doing so good, baby, just a few more pushes." Gojo encouraged you with soft spoken words and swift fingers caressing your hair. You wanted to yell at him to just shut up, but the pain you were feeling inhibited anything other than pained sounds.

Gojo hated seeing you in so much pain. Especially when he couldn't do anything to quell it. "Just one more push." The doctor said. If it weren't for the situation, Gojo knew better than anyone how embarrassed you would be right now. He leaned down closer to your ear. "One more push, sweetheart, and then we can meet our beautiful baby." He whispered softly. You gripped his hand tighter, thankful that his infinity was lowered, his touch grounded you. It kept you sane on a normal day, and you needed him more than ever right now.

"I can't.. I can't!" Your voice was hoarse and weak as you sobbed aloud. Gojo shook his head and kissed your temple, his lips resting against your skin as he spoke. "Yes, you can. I know you can. You're strong, the strongest woman I have ever met, I know you can do this." His words replayed like a symphony. You can do this. You are strong. You can do this. For your baby.

One final push, followed by a shout of pain, led to the cries of your baby echoing in the room. Gojo smiled and gulped down his nerves as he watched the nurses take away his baby to be cleaned.

You weren't in the same condition.

Your ears rang as your head pounded. You know your baby was finally delivered, so why couldn't you hear them? Your glazed eyes panicked to search the room for your child. "Sa-satoru?" Your voice weakly called out. His ocean blue eyes cast down to your face to see the concern and tears. His hand moved from your hair to your face as he wiped away your tears and tilted your gaze to meet his.

"I can't hear them crying. Are they okay?" You hiccuped. Gojos eyebrows furrowed slightly, yet he kept a warm smile on his face. "They are fine, don't worry." He reassured and kissed your sweaty forehead. His eyes glanced to the doctor, only to see a reassuring smile sent back his way. "It's normal for the mother to be disoriented after giving birth. It's a lot of strain on her body." The doctor said quietly.

Gojo sighed and briefly closed his eyes as his lips lingered against your forhead. His attention was directed to the nurse as she walked back with a small bundle in her arms. "Mrs. Gojo," the nurse called softly. Your eyes fell to her, then the bundle of life in her arms. A wobbly smile formed on your lips as you weakly reached out your arms for your baby. The moment the baby was rested against your chest, tears fell from your eyes like a waterfall.

Gojo couldn't help but tear up.

"It's a boy." The nurse spoke up. You tearfully giggled and gently ran your finger over your baby's cheek. "My baby boy.." You mumbled, a soft kiss landing on his head.

After a few moments of skin to skin contact and appreciation, you looked to Gojo. He didn't need you to say a word. He eagerly held his arms out for you to gently place his baby boy in his warm hold. On instinct, the man handled his son with nothing but gentle touch. You just knew he was going to be an amazing father. "God, look at you.. beautiful, just like your mama.." He cooed. You rested your hand on his arm. "Handsome, just like his daddy." You whispered with droopy eyes. He shakily sighed.

This is his family.

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"Thank you.. Thank you so much." Gojo mumbled into your ear. Your mind, despite being fogged, was able to register his words. "F-for what?" You gasped, your nails drawing blood from his pale skin. "For giving me a family." His words reverberated in your spine, causing your ears to tingle and your eyes to close in pleasure.

"I want to be selfish.." He spoke again. His movement picked up speed, quickly sucking the words from your throat. "I want one more. Give me one more -please baby, just one more.." But Gojo has always been a greedy man. One was never enough, and you knew this all too well.. "Please~" He begged, almost pathetically. You moaned aloud and grasped his face in your hands, pulling his lips to your own from where they once were on your neck.

"Give me it, Satoru.. give it to me."

12:13 am : ̗̀➛ toji fushiguro

After coming home tipsy from a night out with your girlfriends you needed Toji badly. Whatever you need, Toji is willing to give it to you. Especially if what you need is his cock.

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ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ | fem. reader, established relationship, drunk sex (reader is tipsy), raw sex, alcohol mentioned, petnames (baby, sweetheart, princess, pretty girl), degradation (slut, whore), oral (m. receiving), fingering, cowgirl position, dirty talk, nipple play, use of good girl, spanking (ass, thigh), daddy kink (sry i had to), choking (fem. receiving)

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“Toji”

Nothing.

“Toji, wake up” you say as you tap your boyfriend on his shoulder. Every time you went out with your girlfriends you always had a great time and plenty of drinks.

When you finally came home you slipped your heels off at the front door, stumbling your way upstairs. Opening your shared bedroom door, you see Toji sleeping peacefully on his stomach with the blanket pulled up over his body leaving more than half of his muscular back exposed. The sight of it rising in sync with his breaths made your body heat with arousal.

Whenever you drank the strong liquid, it always made its way to your cunt leaving you a horny mess. A mess that Toji was always willing to clean up. “Baby, please wake up” you whine making the man next to you stir. Finally, Toji wakes and turns over on his back with one arm behind his head and the other reaching for you, while staring at you with sleepy eyes.

You almost feel bad for waking him up, just so he can fuck you. Almost.

“You’re home,” he said while rubbing soothing circles on your thigh. “Did you have fun sweetheart?” His voice sounds rougher since he’s coming out of sleep. The sound of it making you rub your thighs together, something Toji took notice of. “I did,” you say as you lean over and start kissing down his neck. “Missed you Toji,” you say in between the kisses you were trailing down his neck leading to his chest. His chuckle turns into a groan when you begin playing with his nipples and softly moving your hands over his chest and abs.

Toji’s cock begins to harden in his sweatpants at your movements. He knew that when you went out with your friends, you would come home tipsy and begging for him to fill you up with his big cock. This time was no different, except for the fact that he wanted to catch up on some sleep since he just came back from a work trip, which also feeds into your need for a fuck. But, seeing you all needy and doe eyed made his need for sleep go away.

With you still placing kisses on his neck and chest, he takes his hand and gently cups the nape of your neck then guides your mouth onto his. The minute your soft lips met his slightly chapped ones you instantly melted into the feeling. You tasted like vodka and… strawberry, from your lipgloss Toji thinks. The kiss started slow and gentle, but the sounds you were making drove Toji crazy causing him to devour you like a man starved. You slung your leg over him and made your way onto his lap so that your clothed cunt was on top of his bulge.

Now seated on his lap, you began to grind down on him making the man groan into your mouth. Toji raised his hand and slapped your ass making you gasp, which made it easier for him to slip his tongue into your mouth. “Mmmm,” you whined making the man part from your lips. “What is it, baby?” He asked looking up at you. “I need you Toji.” The man below you looked at you with enough lust in his eyes to make your skin feel like it was on fire. “Need what, princess?” You knew what he was doing. Toji loved hearing you beg and tell him all the dirty things you wanted him to do to you.

“Need you to fuck me.” You took his hand and placed his middle and ring fingers into your mouth and began sucking on them. The sight made Toji’s cock twitch in his pants. “Yeah?” He chuckled. “Uh huh,” you mumbled while shaking your head up and down for further confirmation. Toji snaked his other hand around you giving you light teasing smacks on your ass making your cunt clench around nothing.

“You’re such a needy little slut for me aren’t you?” Toji asked. “Jus’ for you” you answered while his fingers still filled your mouth. “That’s right baby. Now I need you to get my cock nice and wet so I can fill that pretty pussy. Can you do that for me princess?” Toji asked while guiding you off his lap and placing you right in front of his clothed dick straining in his sweats. “Yes.”

Overcome by the sudden need to feel him in your mouth you pull off his sweats first, followed by his boxers causing his cock to spring out and tap on his lower abdomen. Taking your hand, you lifted his cock and let your spit drip onto the tip. Using your hand, you spread the spit onto his cock jerking him off before placing the head of it into your mouth. Toji moaned at the feeling of your hot mouth sucking his sensitive cock head. It wasn’t long before you got into a rhythm and began enthusiastically sucking him off.

“So good princess f-fuck.” “Keep going just like that.” Toji moaned while putting his hand on the back of your head to encourage you further. Your movements were sloppy but, the look in your eyes and the smile you had on your face while sucking on his balls was enough to make him cum in your mouth. But Toji didn’t want that to happen. He took the hand that was on your head and threaded it through your hair pulling your mouth off of his cock. You gave him a confused look to which he said, “if I’m gonna cum it's gonna be inside you, not in your mouth.”

Toji took your hand making you crawl onto his lap. He gently pushed you back so you were sitting on his thighs, exposing your panty covered pussy to him. He guided his thumb along the obvious wet spot there humming in approval. “Did sucking my cock make you this wet baby?” He questioned. You were so sensitive that the slightest touch to your cunt, made you tremble with need. “Yes” you said breathlessly. Toji kept playing with your pussy through your panties making the wet spot on them grow. With you in a tipsy haze and being unbearably horny, the teasing was proving to be too much for you. You needed Toji, and you needed him now.

“Toji fuck me p-please” you moaned bucking your hips hoping his fingers would give you the friction you craved. “In a minute princess. I need to stretch this cunt out so you’ll be able to take my cock, don’t wanna hurt you.” He said. You felt a quick slap on your thigh, warning you to behave or he’ll prolong the torture. Not wanting him to punish you, you just sat there and took what Toji was giving you. You were being such a good girl for Toji that he finally pulled your panties to the side showing off your glistening cunt to him. Strings of your arousal were connecting your panties to your pussy, making Toji’s mouth water. “Fuck your pussy’s so wet. ‘Bet my cock would slide right in won’t it?”

Toji lightly grazed your clit with his finger, making you jolt from the sensation. He added pressure to your clit and began making circles on it, causing you to sigh out in relief. You closed your eyes, the feeling becoming too much too quickly. Toji then took his free hand and eased his middle finger into your cunt. The stretch made your eyes snap open and you let out a string of moans. Slightly after he inserted his ring finger, and began slowly finger-fucking you.

“You’re so wet for me princess.” The feeling of his fingers slowly massaging the inside of your cunt was making it hard to form thoughts let alone words to say to Toji. “You hear that baby?” he asked as he started to move his fingers in and out of you faster, just so you could hear the squelching sounds your pussy was making for him. “That’s what I do to this messy cunt.” Your skin began to heat with embarrassment as you looked away from him, trying to mask how much his words turned you on. “Look at me sweetheart” Toji commanded. The sternness in his voice made you look at him directly in his eyes, letting out a satisfied hum he says, “there’s my pretty girl.” Toji loved seeing you like this. Watching you become a brainless slut for him was something Toji truly cherished during these moments.

As Toji kept finger-fucking you while still doing circles on your clit, you felt your high approaching. “You’re gonna make me cum Toji” you moaned out. “That so?” While shaking your head up and down you whimpered out a “yes” while Toji’s movements never ceased. As you felt your orgasm coming on, your legs began to spread wider just as your hips began moving in circles. It was getting harder and harder to control the sounds that were spilling from your mouth. You were going to cum, and you were going to cum hard. Just as you were about to topple over the edge and descend into bliss, everything stopped.

No No No. You looked at Toji who was staring at you with a shit eating grin on his handsome face. “That’s for waking me princess.” You felt your orgasm disappear and the unshed tears that were in your eyes began to fall. You were frustrated at him, but so fucking turned on by what he was doing to your body. “So mean” you slurred, looking away from him again. Toji placed his had around your neck and brought your face close to his, so he can give you a kiss full of saliva and tongue. Once he pulled away he chuckled saying, “you like when I’m mean though.” The hand that was on your neck moved down to your tits gently massaging them, to your waist picking you up so you were positioned right above his cock.

“I want you to ride me pretty girl. Think you can do that for me?” Instead of answering him, you grabbed his hard cock and rubbed the tip up and down your slit before slowly sitting down on it. You were so wet that there was barely any resistance, which made his cock go in and out of you easily. The feeling of his fat dick filling you made goosebumps rise on your skin, it felt so good, he felt so good. You continued to bounce on him, the pleasure was so intense you couldn’t stop even if you wanted to, which you definitely didn’t want to do that. “You feel so good daddy” you moaned. Toji placed his hands on your hips holding you in place so you can stop your movements. “What did you say?” You and Toji have talked about using that name during sex. It would always be on the tip of your tongue but you just never got the courage to say it, until now.

It’s the alcohol talking you think. But It doesn’t matter. Calling Toji daddy just feels natural.

You took his hands that were holding you in place and moved them slowly up your body while also grinding down on him. Placing one hand on your tit and the other around your neck. “You feel so good inside me daddy,” you expressed while giving him a seductive smile. You felt his cock twitch at the use of the title and something inside Toji snapped. He took the hand that was on your neck and pressed down on the sides making you whimper at the feeling, he then moved the hand that was on your tit and quickly placed it on your ass where he delivered hard spanks while fucking up into you. “Such” *smack* “a” *smack* “fuckin” *smack* “whore” *smack* “for me.” Each slap he gave to your ass made your pussy clench hard around his cock. “Yes yes ‘for you only for you!” you cried out. To add to your pleasure, Toji took one of your nipples into his mouth and began sucking, and lightly biting it.

The feeling of his hot mouth on your nipple was pushing you closer and closer to the edge. “R-right there daddy p-please.” He reached down towards your ass to spread your cheeks apart, making your cunt spread as well. Deep, he always reached so deep inside you this way. “Riiight here baby?” Toji said as he adjusted his hips so his cock was hitting your g-spot perfectly. “Yes yes yes fuck fuck Toji!” Your orgasm started building, after all the teasing and all the good fucking this man was giving you, you were finally going to cum. “I want you to cum for me princess” that’s all you needed to hear before you came hard, all over his cock. “F-fuck daddy I’m cumming I’m fucking cumming!” You basically screamed. Your cunt began to tighten and contract on Toji’s cock, making it hard for him to move inside of you. You threw your head back, the force of your orgasm making you see stars behind your eyelids.

Toji moved your hips in circles, grinding your clit just above the base of his dick, which prolonged your orgasm. “Atta girl just like that, keep cumming just like that baby, that’s my good girl.” Finally coming down from your orgasm you put your arms around his neck and began placing kisses on there. Whispering in Toji’s ear you said, “please cum inside me daddy please.” Everything slowed down and you wanted nothing more than the man below you to fill you up with his cum. With one hand on the nape of his neck, you trailed the other down to his nipple and gave it a quick pinch. “Oh fuck” and just like that Toji came with a loud groan as your name fell from his lips.

Once Toji came down from his high he leaned in and gave you such a soft kiss you barely registered that it happened. The way he can go from fucking you rough and hard to being sweet and loving made you dizzy. During the kiss Toji was drawing circles on your back which made you clench around his dick which was still inside you. He pulled away from your lips and let out a hiss at the overstimulation. “Sorry” you giggled to which Toji replied with a light smack on your ass. “Is that what you needed princess?” You let out a yawn sleep overtaking your body. “Yea. Thank you daddy” you sleepily said. Laying you down on the bed Toji pulled out of you and walked to the bathroom to get a washcloth to clean you up. The last thing you heard before drifting off to sleep was Toji softly saying, “you’re welcome princess.”

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solar flares & soft lips

𝆹⭒ re4r!leon kennedy x gn!reader

⏜ ‎ ◯𝆹⭒ synopsis — teaching leon how to apply skincare before he leaves for a mission is a domestic setting you both need. when he comes home, he finds he missed it more than he thought.

𝆹⭒◯ ⏜ content — fluff, i wrote this very very sleep deprived, post and pre re4r, no uses of [name], tried a different writing style i think, this is just really soft, leon is a rich man

⏜ ‎ ◯𝆹⭒ word count — 1.4k

𝆹⭒◯ ⏜ note — i love leon kennedy so much :( literally so so in love with him. this was so soft i love it

𝆹⭒ masterlist

When Leon first saw you doing your skincare routine, he found it unneccessary. Luxuries, even ones as simple as skincare items, were scarce in his house. Despite him owning a mansion, the inside was bare. It only looked decorated from the outside— A husk.

Leon was on the move most of the time. Settling down was an odd feeling. Adrenaline pricking his skin, waiting for the next time he’d have to move. Especially on missions. He’s accustomed to carrying around only what was necessary. He discarded what wasn’t, leaving him with few items. 

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