This Duck LOVES Pink Drink

this duck LOVES pink drink

Only Human

You began to stir awake, an uneasy feeling settling in your stomach. You recognized this feeling, but it’s been awhile since you’ve had to come face to face with it. For the first half of your stay in the Devildom you were trapped in the body of a small sheep, so the issue of your period was not a concern…until now. As a wave of cramps came over you, you winced and checked the time on your D.D.D. It was only 3am, and you knew there was no way you could get back to sleep in this state.

You sat up slowly, blinking the sleep from your eyes and decided to head to the bathroom. Thankfully your room had one connected so you didn’t have to share one with all 7 of the brothers. However, you were unsure if there were any much needed painkillers in the cabinet of your bathroom. You stumbled out of bed, pulling on a pair of sweatpants in the process and made your way into the bathroom. You searched through the cabinet, desperate to find at least one pad or tampon that might last you through the rest of the night, however there were none to be found. You groaned, hoping there were at least any kind of painkillers only to be met with neither of those as well. Not even a damned ibuprofen… you thought.

Another wave of cramps hit you as you exited the bathroom. You winced again, grabbing one of your blankets and wrapping it around your shoulders. “I guess I’ll go raid the boys’ bathroom.” you thought, dreadfully. You figured there wouldn’t be a hygiene product in sight, but there would at least hopefully be medicine you could take to rid yourself of the cramps. You gently creaked open your door and made your way down the hall. You tried to be as quiet as possible, not wanting to wake any of the brothers and alert them of your issue. As soon as you reached the bathroom, you stepped in and locked the door behind you. You began to rummage through the cabinets, but unfortunately there was not a single bottle of medicine remaining. You let out an exasperated sigh as you headed back to your room, accidentally shutting your door harder than you meant to. You sat back down on your bed, contemplating on what to do next. You heard your D.D.D go off on your nightstand beside you.

MC, I heard you up. Are you alright?

You glanced at the message and to your surprise, it was Satan. What is he doing up? You reached for your phone and typed out your reply.

You wouldn’t happen to have any pain medicine would you? Also what are you doing up this late?

….

Your phone dinged again.

Yes I do, why? Want me to bring some by? Are you okay?

I was just finishing up some studying.

You rolled your eyes, but couldn't help yourself from smiling. Satan was so dedicated to his studies and you truly admired him for it, but you wished he wouldn’t stay up so late. As you began to type out your reply, you heard a soft knock at your door.

“MC? Can I come in? I brought you those pain meds.”

You hopped up from your bed in a panic, he was already here?! I guess his room is only two doors down from mine though, you thought. “Y-Yeah, one second!” you squeaked as you stumbled to the door. You cracked it open and Satan’s emerald eyes were staring back at you. “Hi.” he smiled softly. His smile was contagious, and you almost forgot about the dull cramps in your abdomen. “May I enter?” his voice interrupted your thoughts. “O-oh, yes of course!” you said, stepping out of the way. You hugged your blanket tighter around your shoulders as you thought about how to explain your situation to the Avatar of Wrath. You watched as he stepped cautiously into your room, not wanting to invade your space too much. It had only been a couple of months since you took on your human form again and he was still somewhat shy around you. Finally, he spoke. “Not to be weird or anything but…I smell blood. Did something happen?” he said, his voice soft but full of concern. Your face immediately went hot. “I-I um…wait, you can smell it?” you said, embarrassed. Satan nodded and took a step closer to you. “What happened?” The floor was suddenly very interesting to you as you kept your gaze lowered. “I um…well…” you began. Your heart was pounding. “I got my period…and I have really bad cramps, hence the medicine…” your cheeks were burning now, and you peered up to see Satan with his arms crossed over his chest. “That’s all?” he said, clearly unbothered. “W-What do you mean?” you said, fidgeting with your blanket. Satan chuckled as he placed his hand on your hot cheek. “There’s no need to be embarrassed, love. Menstruation is a 100% natural thing for humans.” you blinked at him. “You mean that you…” “...Understand what that means? Of course, I studied up on human anatomy before you arrived.” he said, his face finally turning a shade of pink. You couldn’t help but to snicker. That was so like him, you thought to yourself. He’s so cute.

“A-Anyways, do you need anything else? Pads? Tampons?” he asked. You nodded graciously. “Y-Yes please. I really need some products, I didn’t exactly come prepared to the Devildom…” you said sheepishly as you glanced back down to your feet. Satan reached out his hand and lifted your chin. “MC, it’s okay I promise.” he planted a soft kiss on your forehead. “I’ll go to the nearby DevilMart, they are open 24/7. In the meantime, take your medicine and lay back down okay?” You nodded, and took your hand in his. “But haven’t you been up all night already? You really should get some sleep…” Satan shook his head as he led you back to your bed. “I won’t be able to sleep while I'm worrying about you.” Your cheeks flushed once more, but for an entirely different reason. “T-Thank you. I really appreciate it, Satan…” The 4th born pulled your covers up over you and tucked you back into bed. “Of course, it’s really no problem. I’m here to take care of you now.”

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fouyumixuri

1 year ago

Pick Your Poison

{Yandere! Sanemi x Fem! Reader}

Warnings: animal cruelty towards crows, dub-con, manipulation, degradation, mentions / fear of abuse, spit kink, dominance kink, some bondage, semi forced relationship, breeding kink, semi forced pregnancy, mentions of violence, stockholm syndrome

A/N: as requested by @muzanswaifu , here is a fairly dark Sanemi smut. It’s ironic cause I would sooner die than reveal my bookmarks and search history on Ao3 but post this lmao

Word Count: 6.4K

You sat dutifully by his side, hands folded neatly in your lap with your head bowed. “I’m glad you’ve finally found a tsugoku, Sanemi.” Ubuyashiki’s voice was calm and soothing, far different from what you had expected. This was your first time in the presence of the master, after all.

“She shows amazing potential, I think it will be easy for her to adapt to the wind breathing styles.” You squirmed slightly at the praise, Shinazugawa was never one to compliment people. “That’s amazing to hear. Good luck, y/n.” You tensed a bit at Ubuyashiki referring to you directly. Your forehead nearly touched the floor as you bowed. “I hope to make you proud, my lord.”

So perfect. Samemi was mentally praising himself for finding someone like you. So naïve, so obedient, soon enough you’d be putty in his hands. He’d make sure of it.

“You two are free to go. Treat her well, Sanemi, don’t overwork her.” He nodded, “of course.” You watched Ubuyashiki leave the room, letting out a breath you didn’t realize you had been holding. You glanced over at your new master, the jagged scars on his face turning upwards. “What are you staring at?”

Your eyes immediately shifted to your hands, not looking up at the man beside you. “Nothing, sorry sir.” You silently prayed he wouldn’t start yelling. Since you were still in Ubuyashiki’s home, you may luck out. “Let’s go, it’s time to train.”

Other members of the corps had actually sent you their condolences when they found out you were to become the Wind Pillar’s tsugoku.

You certainly believed they were necessary. Having only started training with the man a few days prior, you were convinced you were on death’s door after the first session. He was nothing to joke about, regardless of you being a woman he didn’t hold back at all. It was a miracle he hadn’t broken any of your bones yet.

“Get into your first position.” You did as you were told, hands clammy as you grasped the hilt of your blade. First form: dust whirlwind cutter. You silently went through the motions of the first step, waiting dutifully for your master to instruct you. “Go.” Sanemi’s gruff voice barely reached you before you launched into the first form of wind breathing.

The training dummy before you was cut in half within the blink of an eye. The key to wind breathing was your speed, something you pride yourself in. “Get into your eight position” he never went in order. Eighth form: primary gale slash. You moved backwards, putting enough space between you and the next training dummy for the attack to work.

“Go.” He crossed his arms, watching as you leapt and swung your blade. You were perfect. In only a few days you were on the fast track to completely mastering wind breathing. Such a shame you’ll never get to put this to use. Ubuyashiki had to be out of his damn mind if he thought Sanemi was ever letting you go on a mission. It killed him already knowing you had.

You could have been killed before he even met you. How tragic would that have been?

“Fifth” be barked, watching you get into position for a third time. Fifth form: cold mountain wind. You steadied yourself, turning to the training dummy behind you and taking off at it. This move was one that required a few attacks before unleashing since it was more of an in the moment move. You landed it flawlessly nonetheless.

You were waiting for his next order, jumping slightly as your crow squawked above you. “L/N Y/N! Your assistance is needed up north…” you yelled as a rock was thrown, hitting your crow and wounding it. You caught it easily, tears welling in your eyes as you concluded it had a broken wing.

“M-master…” you wailed softly, cradling the bird to you.

“Stand up.” His voice was ice cold, so much so that you actually shivered. “B-but master…” at the sight of his raised hand you shut up, cowering slightly in fear of getting hit. Slowly you stood to your full height. “Kill the damn bird.” Your stomach dropped, “kill it?” There was no way he was serious.

“You heard me. Kill it.” You felt sick, hands protectively holding the bird closer to you. “I-I’m not going to kill my crow!” You could see a small handful of rocks in his hand, why would he do that to your poor bird? “How are you supposed to kill demons then? I chose you for a reason. Don’t disappoint me.” Each word was laced with venom, so much so that it brought you to tears.

“My crow did nothing wrong! Please master, I'm begging you!” You fell to your knees, shielding the crow from any of his attacks. Sanemi had to suppress a giddy smile, you submitted to him so easily. “Alright fine, we’ll take it to see Kocho.” His little stunt had worked, you had evidently forgotten the mission the damn bird had tried to deliver.

You stood slowly, not daring to make eye contact with him. Had he really gotten that upset that your bird had interrupted your training session? Didn’t this do the opposite of what he wanted? Now you were delaying your growth in wind breathing because you had to try and help your crow.

“Look at me, shouldn’t you be thanking me?”

Thanking him?

“Thanking…you?” You questioned out loud, slowly meeting his eyes despite your fear. “I'm letting that stupid fucking crow live. You should be thanking me for that.” Muscular arms folded over his chest, scars littering them in every direction. You drank in the sight regardless of anger radiating off the man before you.

“Thank you, master.”

In the following weeks, your crow slowly got better. To fill in the role while they were absent, you had a variation of birds coming to send you orders. All of which ended up severely hurt or dead.

Sanemi refused to let you leave his presence. As far as you were aware, Ubuyashiki was giving you a few months off to properly master wind breathing. Sanemi on the other hand was forcing other lower ranks to take on your missions for you. The moment one of those birds even dared to squawk, he was knocking them down. He’d choke out whatever mission had been assigned to you and sent some poor soul on their way to possibly meet their end.

“Come here.” You jumped at the sound of his voice, eyes shifting to look through the open doorway. Sanemi had requested you move into his estate about a week after the whole incident with your crow. He claimed it was for better and more strict training. You followed along despite the logical side of your brain telling you to run.

“What do you need, Master?” You entered his bedroom, the faint smell of alcohol greeting you. Really? He’s drinking? It’s barely past sunrise… You couldn’t really see him, the dim light of dawn just barely illuminating his bedroom. Nearly everything, including him, was cast in shadow. You stepped in slowly, eyes fighting to adjust to the dark. “I need you.”

Your steps faltered, coming to a halt completely half way towards his bed. “What?” You couldn’t bring yourself to keep moving. “I said I need you to get me water.” No the hell you didn’t. You blinked slowly, “o-okay I’ll go grab you some.” You left the room quickly, rubbing clammy palms against your uniform. You had initially gotten up so early to go and train.

“Damnit.” He grumbled against his pillow, foggy mind parting to give him a moment of clarity. “She isn’t ready yet, how sad.” He could smell the alcohol on his breath, groaning as his head began to twitch with a headache. If he wanted you, he needed to do it when he was at full strength. Not when he got bored and nearly drunk himself sick a few hours prior. There was only so much patience he had after all, it was getting hard with you living in the same house.

You placed the cup on his bedside table, trying to leave the room quietly. “One more thing.” His voice was groggy but a little bit clearer this time. “Yes?” You stopped at his doorway, realizing as he turned around to grab the water that he was shirtless. “Come back to my room around noon, I’d like to have a chat with you.” You let out a quick okay before stumbling out of the room. Air, I need air.

You gasped when you hit the backyard. Running your hands through your hair, you forced yourself to sit on the steps. Your fear towards your master had only built up as time went on. He could kill you at any second, regardless of corps rules. You felt more like his slave than his tsugoku, constraint training just to refuse you any missions. You didn’t want the few months off, you wanted to be on the field.

“I’m going insane.” You buried your face in your hands. It wasn’t just fear that was beginning to make you crumble.It was the hot and cold attitude of the wind pillar. There were times where he actually praised you during training, more so in a backhanded way but it was praise nonetheless in your eyes. And then there were times where he was brutal, tearing you down about every single thing you did.

That wasn’t even the worst of it. It was the odd tender moments, the lingering touches, the longing stares. You were by no means oblivious to your master’s desire. You probably would have even encouraged it if he didn’t scare the living shit out of you. You were walking on eggshells around this man, holding your breath when he lingered too long. That was no way to live, and it certainly was no way to try and pursue a relationship.

Yet your heart still ignores your brain.

You find yourself craving his touch after it disappears. You find yourself wanting to run your hands through his hair and trace all his scars. It made you nauseous. How could you possibly find yourself falling for the man who could quite frankly end your life and get away with it. You pulled your face from your hands, standing up and making your way further back towards the training grounds. “I just need to clear my head.”

You went through each form of wind breathing at least twelve times. Only stopping when the sun was nearly at its peak in the sky. You wiped the sweat from your brow, Sanemi’s words ringing through your head. “Shit!” You needed to bathe first, you were covered in sweat. “I should have time…” you took back off towards his estate, running through the halls until you got to your own bathroom.

You began undressing as quickly as you could, you silently prayed the water would be warm enough by the time you got in. “I thought I told you to meet me at noon?” You froze with your leg half way out of your uniform pants, turning slowly to see Sanemi standing in the doorway. “M-master! I’m…not decent, what are you doing!” Your hands came up to hold your breasts, the binding was still on them but you covered them anyways.

“Answer my question.” His eyes were shamelessly roaming your body. For once you felt defiant. “I’m not answering your question! Get out!” Bad idea. The wood of the door actually splintered under his grasp. “Excuse me?” Your hands began to shake, you blinked at him slowly before dropping your head down. “I was supposed to meet you, I’m sorry master.”

“Now was that so difficult? Is a bath more important than me?” He was stepping into the room now, closing the door behind him. “No master. It isn’t.” You want to cry, hands shaking as you move to pull your pants back up. “Did I say you couldn’t take a bath?” You froze again, head lifting slowly to meet his eyes. “No you didn’t, master.” He smiled, one that would be comforting if you couldn’t feel the anger radiating off him.

“Then take your bath.” You blinked, slowly realizing what he planned on doing. “Okay…” you let your pants fall to the floor, stepping out of them to place them in the hamper. You began undoing your breast binding, turning your back to Sanemi so he didn’t see. The last step was your underwear, embarrassment flooding your cheeks as you dropped them to your ankles.

Sanemi watched you with a smile on his face, eyes taking in every ounce of bare skin you gave him. He felt his dick twitch to life, shifting slightly to try and ignore it. He wasn’t going to take you in the bathroom of all places, he’d wait till you were clean and ready to talk. That was the gentleman thing to do, no?

You sunk into the water, slightly relieved that it was warm. “Are you going to watch me bathe?” You looked up at him, sinking enough that the water covered your breasts. “I am, since I can’t seem to trust you to be on time.” His arms folded, looking at him properly now you realized he was still shirtless. A black kimono hung around his waist, but that was it.

You looked away, busying yourself with cleaning off the quickest you could. “Do you need help?” You felt embarrassment flood your cheeks again, looking down at your body through the rippling water. “I’m okay, thank you.” You finished scrubbing yourself, turning away from him as you stood up. You reached for the towel you placed by the head of the tub, wrapping it around you before stepping out.

“I’ll give you ten minutes, I expect you in my room no later.” He left, leaving you dripping wet and alone in your bathroom. What the hell is going through his head? You ran to your room, drying off and changing as quickly as you could. The genuine fear you felt of disappointing him and the consequences that would follow fueled you.

You tied the string to your kimono messily, trying your damn hardest to dry your hair but giving up out of frustration. You had to assume nearly ten minutes had passed, so you were out your door and making your way to his room. “I hope I wasn’t late, I'm so sorry master.” I still don’t understand why I’m apologizing. You mentally scolded yourself when you saw him sitting on his bed.

“You’re lucky, you are a whole minute early. Kneel before me.” You raised your eyebrow, he wanted you to kneel before him? You did as you were told anyways, kneeling before him on the wooden floor. You bowed your head, eyes focusing on the floor just before his feet. “You’re so obedient, minus that little incident earlier.” You stilled completely as a calloused hand came up to touch your cheek.

“You can look at me, you know.” A second hand came up to cup your other cheek, gently lifting your face to look at him. For the first time since being appointed as his tsugoku, he looked calm…happy even. You remained silent, letting him hold your face. “I just wanted to ask you a few things. You’ve been my tsugoku for nearly a month now. You live in my house with me now. And yet I feel like I don’t really know you.”

You could only blink at him, unsure of how to proceed. This certainly wasn’t the man you’ve known up until this point. Certainly not the man that just intruded on your bath and forced you to bathe in front of him. “Are you okay with me asking you questions?” The rough pad of his thumb brushed your cheekbone. Such a tender act had you melting into his touch. “Yes master.”

How cute.

“You’re so beautiful. Why would someone like you join the corps?” You were slightly confused, the question seemed to be something he was asking himself. “Why?” Your hands slowly came up to press against his own. “You must be an idiot.” You stared at him in disbelief, there he goes again with the hot and cold behavior. “No really. You must be stupid to join the corps.” His grip tightened slightly, panic spiking in your chest.

“What questions do you have, master?” You needed to change the subject, quickly. “Do you plan on marrying?” Well that’s not any better than the last question. You flinched, what were you supposed to say? This was clearly some sort of test. “I do…but not any time soon.” Was honesty your best route? You decided to maintain eye contact, watching his face morph and shift into different emotions before settling on disgust.

“You really think someone would marry you?” What? What kind of test was this? “I’d like to hope so.” You mentally cursed yourself, he was going to keep going. “How about kids? Do you want to be a mother?” His hands we’re still on your face, holding it as if it were a precious gem. You wanted to get away from him, the conversation was taking a turn that made a pit form in your stomach. What is he trying to figure out?

“I…I think I'd like kids.” His face lit up as your stomach dropped. He let go of your face, standing up so your face was level with his groin. “How perfect. I think we were made for each other.” You felt your cheeks flood with embarrassment, eyes looking anywhere but in front of you. “I have a choice for you, y/n.” You held in a gasp at Sanemi’s use of your first name.

You remained silent, watching him move around his bed towards the sliding doors that led to the outside. The ones that were currently letting in a breeze, the only reason you felt like you weren’t suffocating. You dug your nails into your thighs as he dragged the doors shut. You didn’t know what he was about to say, but now you only had one escape route.

“I can either hurt you so badly that you’ll be crippled for the rest of your life…” your eyes flew wide, the urge to go from kneeling to crouching taking over. “Or you can mother my children. Those are your choices, sweetheart.” You were standing before you even realized it, he was absolutely insane. You turned to make a run for it, yelling in shock as his arm wrapped around your waist. “You aren’t nearly as fast as you need to be to outrun me. Plus we are just having a conversation.”

You clawed at his arms, kicked your legs, anything to try and loosen his grip. “It seems you forget who you’re up against.” He lifted you with ease, carrying you over and dropping you on his bed. You made an attempt to get up and try running again, but it truly was useless. Not when his thighs encased your hips, he sat nearly his full weight on your abdomen.

Large hands came down to grab each of your wrists, pinning them above your head. “What is your answer?” The crazed look in his eyes had you thrashing under him, not a single attempt worked. The pressure on your lower half began to morph into something else, something that had you questioning your own sanity. “W-what?” Your attempts at getting away slowly stopped.

“I gave you two options, you already fucking forgot?” He looked utterly disgusted with you. “Seriously, how do you expect to survive on your own when you can’t even remember a simple question.” The grip on your wrists tightened, earning Sanemi a shrill cry of pain from you. He waited until you had stopped, chest still heaving as he looked at you. “Do you want me to hurt you? Or knock you up? Those are your only two choices.”

“I want neither, I want to go back to my normal life.” Why did you ever agree to being his tsugoku? He clicked his tongue, eyes trailing over your body. He could feel every twitch, every shiver. “That wasn’t an option.” He switched to holding your wrists with just one hand, pulling the belt of his own kimono off. “I’ll just have to make the choice for you.” He began tying your wrists together, feeble cries to stop fell on deaf ears. His hips moved lower, the pressure of his body weight was now directly on top of your cunt.

“W-what choice will you make?” You're getting lost in his warmth, the way his hands slowly glide down your arms to your sides and back again. “You’re too special to me. I don’t think I’d be able to live with myself if I hurt you that bad.” His head lowered until his breath was fanning your neck. Your stomach squeezed at the realization of what his choice meant, nausea washing over you “no…no no wait… master… Shina…Shinazugawa!” His lips were pressing into the bare skin of your neck.

Goosebumps followed everywhere his lips touched. “So responsive.” He cooed against your skin, hands slowly coming down to rest on your waist. “You’ll be such a good mother.” His teeth sunk into the junction between your neck and shoulder. You could feel the pressure of his teeth biting into your skin, breath stopping the second you felt your skin begin to break. “Stop! Please!” Warm blood trickled down behind your shoulder and onto the mattress. Tears burned your eyes as blunt teeth finally let go.

His tongue lapped at your skin until the bleeding slowed. “I’m going to consume every single inch of you.” His lips pressed into your ear as he whispered, slowly kissing until he hovered just above your lips. You whined, you could smell your blood on his lips. You knew what was coming next, his mouth pressed to yours in a bruising kiss that tastes metallic. You didn’t want to submit, submitting was what ended you here in the first place. But the hands on your waist, slowly climbing to cup your breasts.

You slowly felt yourself becoming putty in his hands. The pleasure that coursed through you from his warmth alone was intoxicating, inviting even. The twinge from between your legs betrayed any sense of logic you felt. “These would look so pretty filled with milk. You know that? They’d be so tender, so plush and warm.” Saliva connected your lips as he spoke, slowly pulling apart your kimono. “They’d be so sensitive too.”

Your eyes squeezed shut, “d-dont talk like that.” You felt him begin to laugh, pulling your kimono off completely to fully expose your breasts “Why not? It’s the truth.” You hated how responsive your body was to him. His tongue began roaming your breasts, nipping softly as the plush skin. “You know, you made things so easy for me. You are so trusting, so naive.” He poked his tongue at your nipple, watching the way it hardened. Your brows furrowed, teeth sinking into the side of your cheek in effort not to moan.

“W-why do you - ohh - say that?” His lips wrapped around the perked bud, licking and sucking slowly. His lips left you reluctantly. “Because you did everything I ever asked of you, you did it without ever questioning me. Are you sure you don’t want this?” He kissed across your sternum to your other breast. You blinked up at his ceiling in surprise, did you want this or not? You couldn’t figure it out. Another cry left your lips when his teeth sunk down on the sensitive bud.

Your cries only fueled his own arousal, cock beginning to harden completely. “You’ll look so fucking perfect with a swollen stomach, carrying my baby so proudly.” His lips sunk lower, pulling your kimono apart more. You shivered as his tongue lapped at your skin, only to tense seconds later as his teeth sunk into your waist. “W-wait!” Your back arched in effort to get him off, teeth sinking and cutting your flesh for the second time.

Tears burned your eyes as warm blood trickled down your skin to the mattress for a second time. “Your blood is so sweet.” Your chest heaved as he spoke, the pain from his first bite was still pulsing on your shoulder. He moved lower still, pulling the rest of your kimono apart. “You didn’t even bother with underwear?” You would hide your face if your hands weren’t tied. You felt his breath ghost over your cunt, a small whimper leaving your lips

You let him spread your thighs apart easily, despite the biting he was being gentle. You mentally scolded yourself for relaxing into his touch. The second his teeth began scraping at your thigh you braced yourself. The feeling shot straight to your clit, heat flooding your cheeks as you realized how wet you had become. “So soft.” He mumbled against your skin, so much so that you barely understood what he was saying.

You felt butterflies in your stomach each time his teeth grazed your skin, silently waiting for the pain. “I almost can’t bring myself to mark these…” his hands rested on your thighs as well. “Then..don't.” You shivered as he kissed the junction between your thigh and cunt. “I said almost, sorry sweetheart.” You gasped loudly as his teeth sunk into your other thigh, biting hard enough to hurt but not enough to break the skin.

“Master! Please stop…stop teasing.” You were going insane. His teeth sunk deeper, pulling another cry from your lips. “Oh? So you want this now?” He was hovering just centimeters over your cunt, you blinked down at him absolutely confused. Do I want this? He pulled away from your cunt all together. “If you want it so badly, I’ll give it to you.” You watched with slight horror as he undressed completely, hardened cock slapping against his stomach.

“W-wait wait…” the realization of what was about to happen making your whole body tense. He was going to take you with no preparation. “No, I’m sick of waiting.” His hands gripped your thighs with such force you visibly flinched. “You’re wet enough, you’ll hug me so well sweetheart. Thank you for making me realize how long I was taking. You’re so eager to be full of me aren’t you? You’ll make such a good mother.”

“M-master please! I want your mouth first! I’ll do anything.” He was too big to be taken with no preparation, you swallowed your pride and began to beg. He didn’t seem convinced, but he did stop. “M-master…please. I want to feel your tongue, I want to feel your mouth on my pussy. Please…” your voice cracked, tears threatening to fall if he didn’t give in. “The things you do to me sweetheart…” he lowered again, a sigh of relief leaving your lungs as he lowered himself to his knees.

The grip on your thighs is still bruising, but now he was kissing along your labia and making his way towards your pulsing clit. You locked eyes with him, a smirk crawling up his lips before he buried his face between your legs. Your breathing stopped all together as his tongue began lapping hungrily. Your tied hands began to twitch as his assault on your clit was already too overwhelming. “M-master…” you sighed as his lips wrapped around the pulsing bud, sucking harshly.

“Y-you know…if my hands weren’t—ha—tied…” you swallowed thickly “I’d like to…to bury my hands in your h-hair master…” maybe if I can convince him to untie me…I can get away. You felt him begin to laugh, pulling away from your cunt for just a second to say “not until I can trust you to not run away.” Shit. He truly could see through every single lie. Every single bargain you had that didn’t coax him into touching you more…was simply ignored.

His kissed your clit a few times before pulling away, using two fingers to spread your lips apart. “How pretty.” He cooed more so to himself than to you, you couldn’t bring yourself to look down. “So warm and inviting, I can even see you contracting.” You squirmed, walls spasming from trying to reach your orgasm that Sanemi let fizzle away. The sound of him spitting made you jolt with shock, head flying upwards to look down at him. You could feel his saliva drip back out of you, slowly leaking down onto his sheets.

“Silly me…” you watched in silent awe as he recollected whatever had fallen. Using two fingers he forced it back into you, the sudden intrusion wasn’t even as jarring as his spit. He forced your hips upwards, that way nothing would leak out as he spit again, using his own saliva and your arousal to pump his fingers at a deadly pace. Squelching noises filled the room in time with your moans, completely and utterly lost in the pleasure that you had almost denied yourself of.

“See sweetheart? You’re mine. This body of yours? Mine. This pussy? Mine?” He was babbling out so many possessive terms you found yourself nodding in agreement. “All—Ahhh—all yours master!” What the hell were you saying? The orgasm he denied you of only a few minutes prior was building again, your whole body tensing as his calloused fingers hit every point perfectly. His tongue returned to your aching clit, tongue moving side to side in perfect rhythm.

“M-master!” Your back arched, crying out as you spilled all over his chin and fingers. Sanemi didn’t slow down until your back had hit the mattress again, pulling his two fingers out and smirking as he stood. “Open.” He held them by your mouth, smiling as you lazily opened your mouth like he asked. Your tongue swirled around his fingers, not really caring for the taste of your own arousal. But at least it was tolerable.

“See? I treat you so well. I make you feel so good.” He kissed your cheek, your forehead, your nose and lastly your lips. You couldn’t seem to remember why you didn’t want this in the first place, he treated you so well. “More…please.” It seems everything had left your mind, Sanemi himself was a bit surprised by your change in behavior. “You want more?” You nodded lazily, reaching out to touch him despite your tied hands.

He could have crumbled on the spot.

“I knew you’d come around sweetheart, Master will give you everything you could ever want.” You welcomed his kiss, too lost in your own pleasure to care anymore. At least you’d be safe with him, right? You felt him pushing your thighs a little further apart, a shiver passing over you when the bulbous head of his cock pressed into you. “It won’t hurt that bad…” he was still big, regardless of how much preparation.

You stiffened slightly, eyes watering as he pressed further into you. His head fell to your shoulder, kissing around the wound he had inflicted on you. You tried to relax yourself, the burning sensation easing as he sunk further in. “So fucking tight…” he was panting agaisnt your skin, you had never felt so full in your entire life. “Almost there…” you merely choked when you realized he still hadn’t bottomed out yet.

You gasped, hands searching for something to grab despite still being tied together with his kimono’s belt. You could feel him pressing against your cervix, the bones of his hips pressing harshly into the bottom of your thighs. Your walls were spasming uncontrollably, you could feel every single inch, every single vein that ran up his shaft. “M-master…” you babbled incoherently, watching through watery eyes as he propped himself back up to hover over you.

“You look so beautiful like this.” His eyes trailed from your face all the way down to where he was buried inside of you. “Can I move?” You nodded feebly, fingers aching to find purchase on his skin. Sanemi’s hips started off slow, giving you time to adjust to the sensation before picking up into a steady pace. Whimpers and moans tumbled from your lips each time he grazed the sensitive spot that had you seeing stars. “M-master….” You whined, back arching in a way that had him hitting every spot just right.

“Does that feel good?” He grabbed your thigh and pushed it further up, allowing him to hit even deeper. “You look so fucked out, how cute.” He pushed harder, tip kissing your cervix before he drew back out again. He continued like this until he seemingly got bored, “hold on…” he mumbled more so to himself than you, pulling out completely. “M-master?” You whined at the emptiness you felt.

He flipped you around without saying another word, leaving you so your tied hands were still above your head as your face pressed into the mattress. You grimaced slightly as you were dangerously close to the bloodstain your shoulder had left. “M-master?” You allowed him to push you upwards until your knees sunk into the plush material. “Sorry sweetheart, wanted to try a different position.” He placed a kiss on your lower back, cock head slipping between your folds

He plunged into you again, a shrill cry leaving you as his pace turned brutal. Every ounce of sweetness has been to try and gain your trust. You realized with absolute horror as he continued to pound into you ruthlessly. You tried to claw at the sheets, knees digging further into the mattress as he continued to abuse your aching cunt. Over and over and over he penetrated your walls so harshly you were seeing stars

“Sorry—ha—sorry sweetheart…can’t fucking hold back anymore.” You cried at the sudden switch, just like his hot and cold attitude had been this whole time. Reality was slowly clawing at your mind, but his dick was doing a far better job at keeping it away. A constant stream of curses and moans left your lips as each and every thrust slammed into your cervix. So much so that you were starting to lose feeling in your legs. “You’re going to look so good as a mother.” His gruff voice still managed to pull you from your haze.

“Please…p-please don’t.” He was burying himself so deep with each thrust it began to hurt. You knew he was close to coming, you could feel his cock twitching. He pressed into your cervix again, holding himself there with a cruel smirk on his face. “What was that?” You tried to blink the tears blurring your vision away. “Don’t…don’t come inside… please master.” He pulled you up by your hair, turning your face so he could see at least part of it.

“Oh…my sweetheart” he began, swiping away your tears with his thumb. Your moment of clarity being pushed away so easily under his touch. “I’m not wasting this. How else am I supposed to get you pregnant?” You blinked the tears away, melting into him with closed eyes. It was pointless, once his mind was made there was no changing it. He pulled back again, quickly picking up the pace. You squealed as your orgasm washed over you, not even realizing you had been so close.

“That’s right, come on my cock sweetheart.” Your walls spasmed over and over as he didn’t slow, quickly overstimulating you. Sanemi only thrusted a few more times before burying himself deep. The head of his cock pressing into your cervix was almost too painful to handle as he came. As your ears stopped ringing you realized you were crying, a wet puddle forming under your cheek. “Calm down, you’re fine.” He kissed your cheek, licking away the salty tears.

You couldn’t muster the energy to speak, knowing full and well he wasn’t going to let you leave that position for a while. Slowly, sleep enveloped you. The sheer exhaustion from your training paired with what you just did became too much to handle.

You blinked slowly, eyes adjusting to the dark room. The sun had set outside and the world was cast in shadows. You felt warm and cold at the same time, moving your body a bit only to flinch in surprise. Everything hurt. You tried to turn, eyes closing as sleep attempted to win you back over. “Fuck!” Your eyes flew open again at the tearing sensation you felt. Like reopening a half healed cut.

That’s when everything came back to you.

“No…no no…no way.” You mumbled to yourself, desperate to try and sit up. There is no way that happened. That was all just a bad dream. The aches, pains and cramping told you otherwise. “Oh you’re awake.” Your eyes frantically searched for the source of his voice. Your eyes landed on him sitting just outside the bedroom, the doors to the outside pulled wide open. The breeze was rustling his bed head, eyes trailing over to you lazily.

You remained silent, sitting up the best you could without causing too much pain. He walked over to you slowly, his kimono was back on him with his chest exposed. “You shouldn’t move around too much. I don’t want my hard work to go to waste.” Your stomach churned as you realized what he meant. “Once we confirm you’re pregnant I’ll talk to Ubuyashiki. Depending on his reaction I’ll either tell him I’m the father…or I’ll say you’re a whore.”

He sat on the edge of the bed, hand coming up to touch your cheek. “Either way, you’re out of commission. We’ll marry either during your pregnancy or after you give birth. Then again it really depends on Ubuyashiki.” He began chuckling to himself “I’m marrying you regardless. Maybe I’ll look like the savior.” Your heart was falling into your stomach. “Hopefully he isn’t mad.” What? Why was that your biggest concern?

“Oh sweetheart, I hope he isn’t.” This was your life now, you would marry the man in front of you and mother his children. All your hard work was gone, you nearly killed yourself trying to learn wind breathing. It was all for nothing. “Oh don’t cry…” he kissed your forehead, “everything will be okay. I’ll make sure of it.” You wanted to push him away, the cramping in your uterus only confirmed the thing you didn’t think you wanted. And yet you still stuttered out…

“W-we can always try again, if this doesn’t work, master.”

The Perfect Date

Gamer!Tomioka x Fem!Reader

Happy Birthday Giyu!

10k Words

Sfw Warnings: Gamers in love, you meet at a Cafe, strangers to friends to lovers, cat loving, Shinobu is a wingman

Nsfw Warnings: Suggestive comments, sexual pining, sexual tension, seduction, cunnilingus, vaginal sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, creampie, cockwarming

Not many people got to befriend their idol streamer, but you supposed you were lucky. Even if you wanted to be so much more.

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fouyumixuri

11 months ago

𝐓𝐇𝚬 𝐒𝐖𝚶𝐑𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝚬 𝐋𝐀𝐌𝚩

tags:18+ minors dni, fem reader, reader has lamb attributes, prone bone position, fingering, overstimulation, unprotected sex under the stars, creampie, mentions of vouyerism

synopsis: the chemistry between you and a certain bough keeper finally blooms with a night under the stars.

If one were to ask Dainsleif what was the catalyst for these events he would say he doesn’t know - whether this was a result of a slowburn of events or a case of him rushing into things head first like in his youth, he would not be able to say. All he knows is that he wants you - has wanted you since the moment you first smiled at him. So sweetly, so happily as if he was a man and not a rotted relic from a nation bygone to the world above. People with animal features are not usual in the world of Teyvat - cat, dog and foxes ears paired with tails are ever so present so it wasn’t surprising to see the rather endearing round ears of a lamb on top of your head, pressed against the fleece like texture of your hair. Of which is pressed into the ground as his hand molds into the shape of your head, his forefinger and thumb rubbing at the softness of your ear that can be felt even with his gloves on.

A part of him grows guilty - taking you from behind, pressed into the dirt it isn’t right, he should at least put his cape on the ground. That would be the right thing to do, the knightly thing to do but when you press closer to him, your undressed flank pressing to his front and your little cotton tail almost tickles the starved skin of his pelvis he can’t find himself to care about right and wrong. All he can think about is how your walls suck at the fingers that are in you, slowly curling to rub against the spongy nerves in your walls and you can only moan so softly when his thumb rubs against your clit.

Dainsleif hisses when you squeak his name, your blown out eyes looking over your shoulders to catch the pink on his cheeks and the barely contained groan ripping from his lips at how tight your cunt sucks at his fingers, blue eyes with stars in the center meet yours and you cum when he looks at you like he wants to make you his. Dainsleif groans, the flutters of your cunt and the way it soaks his hand, running from his fingers to his palms are all in time with how his cock aches in his pants. Your hands are clutching at the ground, nails leaving lines in the dirt when he pulls his fingers out - huffing at the ache of not being filled anymore, it pulls a laugh from him as he tugs away at his clothing as quickly as he can.

“Desperate are we?” He asks, voice rough by desire and by the annoyance of not being in you right now. You can’t even give him a vocal answer, only nodding and bending further down, presenting yourself to him as if you were in heat. Your tail trembles,raised and enticing and Dain can’t help himself to reach out to touch, to stroke the softness with his thumb. His cock, pink and ruddy is present when you moan at his touch to your sensitive tail, if you could look over rather than collapsing into your crossed arms at his touch you would have seen how his cock twitches at your sweet sounds.

“Come here, I won’t fuck you like an animal.” Dain grumbles, bringing his hands to your waist to press down, letting you lie flat on the ground as he crowds you from above. Your underwear is ruined, ripped and soaked from his fingers and the pretty skirt you wear on hot days is rucked up to your waist. Even your breasts that heave with each breath are free and they hover over the ground, your nipples puffy and tight for him to pinch at as he directs the shaft of his cock to the dripping slit of your cunt. When the head catches onto the opening he can’t help but hiss at how you whine, sighing so prettily at how he slowly inches his cock into you.

“Dain - please!” You whine, keening to high heaven as he gives you more and more, pressing a hand onto your back to keep you flat on the ground even as your back arches at the pleasure of being filled makes you bow into him.

“Shh, shh why do you cry sweet lamb? Am I not giving you what you want?” He rumbles from above, the scent of sex is so potent in the air if he were to wet his lips he’d taste your cunt in the air. You’re trembling beneath him, gasping and shaking with each breath as your fleece-like hair clings to your hot face. It takes you a minute to do anything but take what he gives you and as he finally is pressed against you again - your little tail tickling his exposed pelvis makes him laugh, breathlessly and emptily.

“You’re big - so big…ah…s’good.” You mutter, in shortened and sweet gasps that only break up more when he begins to fuck into you with slow, deep strokes that make you want to curl up into yourself to the point where you become a little speck rather than a person. You like it slow, he remembers from the time the two of you spent a night in a small hotel in between Liyue and Sumeru, and he could hear you pleasuring yourself with slow little touches to your clit and cunt. While Dansleif will forever bemoan his life as a sinner, a blasphemous man but still he has a man’s pride and to see how much he pleasures you to the point of tears from both your eyes and your cunt strokes his ego more than he’d like to admit.

“Sweet girl, shh, just take what I give you, can you do that for me?” He murmurs to you, one hand leaving your hips to grasp at your breast, fingers tugging at your tight nipple that it makes you mewl paired with the way his cock strokes at the nerves inside of you. You sigh, moan, cry, whine his name and each time it sounds more beautiful than the last iteration. Tight in the clutch of your cunt, your pliable flesh in his grasp Dain can’t help but think - is this what it’s all for? The destruction of his home, the failure of his duty and his suffering from then to now was all of it meant to make this moment with you all the more tantalizing sweet than it would have ever been? Dain can’t think about it anymore, not when he grunts when he feels you cum around him, your silken walls fluttering and milking at him with such desperation he wonders if you are trying to take his whole being into you and not just the physical.

“Dain, Dain - Dain! M’cumming, oh!” Your breaths are short and clipped, and you are tight but soft around him and he feels the tug of your cunt on his soul. He keeps you there, pressed into you even as you crumble beneath him to the point you go lax, thighs twitching as you take stuttering breaths. Your cunt burns, aches from the sensitivity and of being stretched so full in a way you’ve never been able to with your fingers alone. It’s sticky, wet and messy where you are connected - strings of your release clings to his skin and he can’t help but indulge in the cruel thought of fucking you fast and harsh unlike how he was before.

“More, give me one more.” He mutters into the fleece of your hair and the hand playing with your breast reaches down, down until it’s stroking at the wet nub of your clit and he picks up the pace again. Your breath goes from stuttered to haggard at the pleasure, it burns so good you feel the strings of pleasure ache in your lower belly from your sensitivity. Though strong of heart you are weak of body and you lack of stamina is demonstrated at how you ache with each swipe at your pearl as his cock fills you again and again. With your eyes blurry and hazy, you peer down your front to see where you are connected and you only gasp when you see the ring of sticky white that can be seen eahc time he pulls out only to fuck himself back in as the same white cream of your cum stains his still gloved left hand.

“D-did you cum in me?” You wonder, cunt clenching at the thought of a man like Dain giving you more than his cock but a physical reminder that he was deep inside of you. He grunts, sweat running down his temple as he feels his own hair begin to stick to the now pink tinted skin of his face.

“No, not yet,” He pauses to groan into your hair as he crouches down to press his front to your back and keeps his hips at the even pace he’s kept them at. His wrist burns and pleasure snaps at his spine and he knows this is it.

“It’ s just you so far.” He hisses into your ear, rubbing his not rotted cheek into the softness of your form, affection given in the middle of your coupling that makes your heart skip a beat and cum around him for the second time. It’s too soon, and the unexpected tugging of your cunt as you finish around him makes him come with a cut off groan of your name to the night sky above the two of you. He cums in you, it’s hot and thick and you even try to clench around what he spills into you as if to keep him inside you forever.

You both stay there, for a little while an Dain finds it hard to even think about the consequences of what follows from here on out. It doesn’t matter he thinks. You’ve turned your head and you press a fleeting kiss, something small an sweet just like you are and he finds it more charming than it should. You are warm, soft and sticky but he doesn’t think he is any different from you. Placing his hands on the ground next you he lifts himself up to press a kiss to your temple, you hum and he huffs seeing how that ever so cute tail of yours almost wags at the affection.

“Here, head back to the camp. I’ll get us water from the stream.” Dain says, reaching up to tuck back some hair from your flushed face. You nod, voice lost from all the noise you made and Dainslief is in awe at how beautiful you are, here under the stars and fucked out beyond what you’ve ever experienced before.

“Do you promise to comeback?” You ask, voice crooking and Dain can only nod, he can’t deny you anything. Not anymore.

It happens as he asked, together you sleep on your sleeping matts with the exception of now they are pressed together to form one big matt rather than on opposite sides of the fire like before. Dain doesn’t sleep right away, instead he watches you rest with your cheek pressed to his chest and thinks of you. Thinks of how he wants you, again and again until eternity comes to an end. He thinks of what you’d like for breakfast when dawn breaks and how he’ll carry you from the soreness of your legs. He thinks about keeping you safe, until his destiny comes to it’s end.

Most importantly, he thinks about how right now it doesn’t not matter. You are his and he is yours. That’s enough, no matter what it is the Seven or beyond say.

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fouyumixuri

9 months ago

⋆ warnings: ADULT CONTENT (MDNI). power bottom!gepard. very vanilla. mutual pining. romantic tension. fluffy ending. fluffy in general. touch-starved!gepard. p in v.

⋆ pairings: gepard landau x gn!reader. NOT SAFE FOR MINORS.

⋆ word count: 1.6k

⋆ notes: no power dynamics. reader is gender neutral with female anatomy. everything is fluffy and consensual :)

⋆ Warnings: ADULT CONTENT (MDNI). Power Bottom!gepard. Very Vanilla. Mutual Pining. Romantic Tension.

gepard was everything you had to be.

he was the embodiment of the preservation, the one thing your little planet prides itself on. he was patient, yet perfectly offensive, and knew how to defend himself when it came to. he was so easy to admire. his strength, his fortitude, his intellect, his subtle charisma. the way his hair was styled, and how slick with sweat it would get after a harsh battle. his charming smile, and those perfect blue eyes.

you looked up to gepard. definitely only admired him. admiration in your gaze as he spoke to you. your heart fluttered every time he looked you in the eyes. when he would come by. your body would tense up, your mind would freeze, he had the same effect on you as the bitter frost of your planet's terrain. he was undeniably handsome, but you could never tell him such.

he noticed, however. someone as perceptive as gepard wouldn't have glossed over how nervous and jittery you were, even in the comfortable warmth of a geomarrow heater. he noticed how your stare burned into the back of his neck, how warm his body got around you. he noticed every single detail. every little thing, like how your voice would crack or falter every time he held eye contact with you. he noticed how you'd gawk a bit too long at his sweaty form, admiring his muscle and features carved into a tense, determined visage.

he was just as nervous, just as shy, as you were.

he, too, would stare at you. your form, your body, and every mark and detail that was painted delicately into their respective places. he picked up on how you would try to be a little more like him, and how determined you were to be better, to prove you earned your rank as an officer. he would often think about fixing your clothing, adjusting your uniform, and smiling at you the whole time just to catch a glimpse of your precious face. oh, how he wanted to cup your cheek and kiss you. only in his dreams.

then again, you two were alone in your little office, right here, right now.

"are you okay?" gepard turned to look at you, your nose buried in paperwork.

"yeah, i'm good, why?" you looked up at him, his cheeks pink and his look tender.

he moved in closer to you, pretending to look for discrepancies in your work. this moment here is his only chance. as if to critique you, he tilted his head to look you in the eye. he gave you that sweet smile. dammit.

you felt gepard's hand move to your cheek gently, his blue eyes warm with adoration. he went in and planted his lips on yours for what felt like ages. ages that you could stay there, kissing him back, savoring the feeling of his lips on yours. ages that you could bask in the warmth of his kiss. ages much longer than how long you've waited for this moment with him.

you'd be the first to pull back for air, his hand still placed on your cheek. he still had that warm smile plastered onto his face, going in slowly for another kiss. you met his lips with passion, rather than understanding and kindness. you threaded your fingers into his hair as he made a noise.

he made a noise.

and it kind of sounded like, "mmmph..." when you kissed him deeply. his hand moved to your waist as you grew closer to him, practically crawling into his lap. he placed the other hand on the opposite side of your waist, allowing you to kiss him lustfully like this. he enjoyed this more than he thought he would, but he's never done anything quite like this. he thumbed your sides, letting your tongues meet. you whined, grabbing his jawline and letting your fingers work in his blonde hair. he made sure to be extra cautious as he sat up, pulling you into his warm lap.

"gepard..." you panted, pulling away again. his face was flushed and his lips were wet with saliva as he heaved.

"yes, dear?" he smiled weakly at you.

"do you want to keep going? ...with this?" you looked at your position on his lap, you were straddled on top of him.

he nodded and sat up some more, relaxing his muscles, his hands moving to your hips. "yes, that's okay with me."

he was always so direct when he spoke to you. you felt him guide your hips along his lap gently, moving them back and forth, friction building between you two as he blushed and looked away, embarrassed.

your fingers continued to play in his hair as you drank in all of his little noises. he loved the way your hands felt in his hair. his hands stopped guiding you as you worked into a rhythm, speeding up for the sake of you both.

"can we... ah... could we, um," gepard's voice became small, faltering as he stammered over his words and his little whimpers. you already knew what he meant.

you stopped grinding against him as he slipped his pants and boxers down to his mid-thigh, shuddering with anticipation as he freed himself.

to say it was pretty was an understatement. he had a perfect tip, and he was fully erect. he watched nervously as you stared at the sheer size of his cock. you weren't doing anything and it was making him worried.

"are you... are you okay? is something wrong?" he croaked weakly, his head back, eyes focused on you as you continued gawking.

"no, no, everything... is good, it's okay. i'm alright, geppie."

gepard let out a lewd mewl from the back of his throat. he was glad to know you were okay, but calling him by his nickname turned him on in a way he wasn't aware of before.

you slipped off your undergarments, and your bottoms, straddling him again, tip lined up against your slick cunny. "you ready?"

gepard nodded, staring you deeply in the eyes as your hands were latched onto his strong, broad shoulders for purchase. he could feel your warmth grow closer as you moved your hips down. gepard's hands were by his sides now, gripping the fabric of his pants eagerly as he bit his lip raw.

you felt his tip slide in. the thickest part of his cock pushed inside you as he groaned with pleasure laced in his weak voice. he'd never done this before. hes had his fair share of kisses, but doing this is something he's never experienced. he's so glad it's you. gepard bit his lip harder as you sunk deeper onto his cock. your nails dug into the clothes on his shoulders, but he yearned for more. he placed your hands where they could lift off and remove the heavy material of the clothes he wore on his chest. you lifted off as much as you could, your body moving upwards with the clothes. his bare chest was revealed to you, his muscles perfectly toned. it made your body hotter as your mind grew more desperate and foggy.

you sunk back down, he was almost all the way in, and it made your pussy leak. he moaned loudly as you took as much of his length as you could, begging you under his breath for more of your touch as your hands moved back to his shoulders. gepard placed his hands on your hips, gently bouncing you up and down on his cock, writhing underneath you. his breathing became more heavy as his moans filled the air, he was whimpering more than you were. his hips moved on their own accord as his grip went underneath your shirt and to your chest.

"oh, oh, oh, f-fuck..." gepard was losing his composure as he continued to fuck into you. you moaned praises into his ear as he did so, whining for more. his hair was becoming slick with sweat at his hairline, his cheeks flushed, and his eyes screwed shut. he lost himself inside you, moaning in your ear loudly, his thumb now on your clit, and the other hand on your hip. gepard roughly moved you up and down on his cock erratically, damn-near screaming out your name strung along with praises and occasional curses.

at this point, you were too cock-drunk to even care how loud you were. your hands were in his hair as he fucked into you like a toy. his cock moved within you as if he's thought of this one too many times, churning your guts, and bringing you close to your orgasm. his thumb worked at your sensitive clit, your hips stuttering with every flick and rub. gepard threw his head back, moaning out your name loudly, thrusting as deep as he possibly could inside you a couple of times, rubbing up against your g-spot unintentionally. he looked up at you, his lip wet and raw, his face blown out with pleasure.

"oh, oh, i'm really close, and i'm... i'm gonna make you- nghh... -cum. i'mgonnamakeyoucum, 'kay? i'mgonna..." he whimpered before stroking your clit one last time as you made your climax audibly obvious. you rocked your hips against him as he came, the warmth of your pussy satisfying his desires. you were just so tight around him that he couldn't even pull out. he felt your fingers run through his sweat-soaked blonde hair again as he came down from his orgasm, realizing he pumped you full of his thick cum.

"dear... i- uh..." you promptly shushed him, purring against his now warm skin, petting him and fingering his hair. he smiled as he sat with you, not a care in the world, feeling a burden lifted off him.

"what are we now, geppie?"

"if you're up to it, i will take you out tomorrow night and we can figure it out from there."

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fouyumixuri

1 year ago

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

◈Sukuna who doesn't bother to even look at his concubines after he's done fucking them. He expects them to be gone immediately.

◈Sukuna who would love how they cower and tremble in fear and excitement, gaze turned down as they couldn't muster the courage to even look at him, reminding him of how powerful he is.

◈Sukuna who feels just the slightest of tingle in his heart when your pretty, innocent eyes meet his cold ones, and turn back down immediately, making him chuckle.

◈Sukuna who decides you're his favourite that day.

◈Sukuna who loves fucking you, watching you tremble in pleasure are he corrupts you, your innocent eyes looking at him so pleadingly, as if he is your god. Loves to see you covered in his marks, proudly claiming you.

◈Sukuna who hates it when his other concubines make noises. It's annoying, he thinks. But is greedy to hear your soft moans and noises that you make for him. Music to his ears.

◈Sukuna who fucks you till you're in tears, withering under him from pure pleasure, clinging onto his strong arms as you're stuffed full of him, making you squirt over and over on his cock till you can't anymore.

◈Sukuna who eats you out, spending hours between your plush thighs, licking, sucking on your puffy pussy, fucking you dumb with just his tongue, just to hear you moan out his name as he feasts.

◈Sukuna who raises an eyebrow when you gather your kimono and bow, signaling that you're leaving.

"Where do you think you're going?" He says gruffly and demands you to get back in his bed.

◈Sukuna who let's you sleep on his bed beside him, admiring how your lips part as a sweet slumber indulges you, who brushes bothersome strands of hair away from your face and doesn't understand why he does this.

◈Sukuna who let's you sit on his lap, your head resting against his broad chest as you trace the markings on his shoulder with gentleness unknown to him.

◈Sukuna who doesn't remember when he last saw the other concubines.

◈Sukuna who, even months later, doesn't find himself bored of you. Who swears his lips curl whenever he sees you smile. Who wants to see more of it instead.

◈Sukuna who swears he'll have the heads of the concubines who mocked you, bullied you out of envy, telling you that you'd be replaced one day. You never see them again after that day, but do see his the white of his kimono stained red.

◈Sukuna who brushes your tears away with his thumbs, holding you close to him. "My Queen," he says, watching your eyes widen at his words with a huge smirk.

◈Sukuna who captures your lips with his soon after. Who found his precious little Queen and intends keeps her safe at all costs.

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