Can You Imagine Jealous!Kyojuro?

Can you imagine Jealous!Kyojuro?

TW: jealousy, yandere themes, mentions defilement, mentions of blood and gore, clueless reader (?), angry boi, believe that's it lmk!

this is slightly proofread (i read through it once) :p

Jealous!Kyojuro who watches from afar, a slayer who is far too touchy. He has his hands on you, brushing off nonexistent dirt from your collarbone, defintely too close to your chest.

Jealous!Kyojuro whose bright smile never leaves his face, not even for a moment. It’s a stark contrast to his inner turmoil. A raging fire within him, growing and growing until it seems to seep from his pores.

Jealous!Kyojuro whose stance is much more tense than usual, yet his attacks are coordinated. Poised and quick, his attacks are meant to kill. His training equipment suffers his wrath, tearing and snapping with each blow.

Jealous!Kyojuro who can’t focus anymore, the image of you smiling at that other slayer is engraved in his mind. And for once, his smile falls.

Jealous!Kyojuro whose stare is as deathly as his attacks. His eyes are narrowed, his pupils blown out, almost covering the entirety of the beautiful golden red eyes. His jaw is clenched, so hard a certain white haired male swears he can hear his teeth cracking.

Jealous!Kyojuro whose brows are furrowed, anyone who spares him a glance chalks it up to him being focused, but a closer look at his reddened skin and his standoffish attitude tells a different story.

Jealous!Kyojuro who swears to his white haired companion, and tries to make the same promise to himself, that he's only visiting for a chat. Nothing more or out of the ordinary. It's only a little chat, what could possibly go wrong?

Jealous!Yandere!Kyojuro who realizes he shouldn't make promises he can't keep. It's a realization that hits him as soon as he hears just how much that slayer wants to defile you. To finally get his filthy hands on you, and bragging about how close he already is to getting a taste, weeks of half-hearted compliments and lending a helping hand finally paying off.

Jealous!Yandere!Kyojuro who doesn't remember walking out from his hiding place. And who certainly doesn't remember getting his hands filthy, stained in red and dripping with an essence he knows he'll need to scrub off.

Jealous!Yandere!Kyojuro who only remembers sliding his sword back into its hilt after the bodies were tossed out into the woods far from where they were, in an area he knows demons frequent.

Jealous!Yandere!Kyojuro who cares little about the demons he knows are circling him and the prey he's left them. Who doesn't bat an eye when he has to grab his sword and slash at a few of them, reminding them to keep away and enjoy their meal while they have it.

Jealous!Yandere!Kyojuro who, in his haze, let's a demon get far too close, the stinging slash of claws down his cheek and across his jaw is enough to snap him back to the present and, despite the stinging pain, he raises his sword once more.

Jealous!Yandere!Kyojuro who purposefully slashes a few of his uniform buttons during the fight, giving his opponents a singular opening. One that they try to take with each slash they throw at him, but never seem to get.

Jealous!Yandere!Kyojuro who holds himself back, only deflecting fatal blows and taking the less fatal ones. Who lets himself get roughed up, who lets the demons slash and kick at him before he finally slashes through the flesh of their necks with his sword.

Jealous!Yandere!Kyojuro who makes his way to where you're staying, knocking just loud enough for you to hear, panting, bloody, and bruised. Who when you open the door and gasp at his state, bringing him inside and worrying over him, can't help the grin that finally makes its way back to his handsome, albeit bloody, face.

Yandere!Kyojuro who would do anything for you.

Yandere!Kyojuro who has already done so much for you, who's murdered for you.

Yandere!Kyojuro who won't stop until you finally realize that there's no other man for you except him. The one who always seems to save you in any situation and will continue to do so.

Yandere!Kyojuro who loves you so dearly, he will keep waiting for you, because he is patient.

To an extent.

😳😳

Omg, giggling and kicking my feet rn

I love this!!

Writer did an amazing job!!

virgin call

Incubus!Dabi x fem!Reader

⇢ word count: roughly 5.7K

⇢ plot: unknowingly, you summon an Incubus. Just smut, no plot.

⇢ warnings: 18+, minors DNI, the reader is a bit under the influence of incubus aphrodisiacs, oral (m receiving), throat bulge, deep throatpie, oral (f receiving), size kink, belly bulge, cum kink, breeding (kink), loss of virginity, mentions of blood, kind of consensual unprotected sex (maybe dubcon)  an*l sex, overstimulation, multiple creampies, double-dick

⇢ personal note: it just came over me because an anon mentioned this… thank you! 

Thanks to @/blankexpressions-and-falsefires for being my beta again– you're my writing-soulmate! 😘

Your attempt at conjuring a spirit went– let's just say, it was pretty unspectacular. After having set up everything, and singing the summoning chant—

—nothing happened. 

So here you find yourself kneeling on the floor, trying to scratch the spilled wax off the cheap linoleum tiles with your chalk and salt-stained fingers. The only thing spectacular about this summoning is the mess it had produced.

If only you had summoned a cleaning spirit.

You sigh. It is just another sign pointing to your miserable life. This project has been a disaster– like everything else in your life. You have no friends, can't keep a single plant alive in your apartment, only have a low-paying job as a cashier and—

—you're still a virgin at age 22. 

So much for not being pathetic. 

You exhale in frustration, finally managing to clean up everything and pull the faded rug back into its place.

After disposing of the remnants of your failed invocation, you take a quick shower and go to bed. Turning off the light of the crooked bedside lamp, you sink your head onto your pillow and close your eyes.

So precious. I want to make you mine.

You sit up in bed, taking several heaving breaths, sleep still fogging your brain as the echoes of that voice continue to linger in your ears. Confusion washes over you as you come to realize that it's night and you are in your room, having just woken from a dream.

So sweet—

That low sultry voice speaks again, close to your ear– and you jolt. You swear you can feel the warmth of a breath on your skin. You spin, panic rising in your stomach. Yet, as you look around you, the full moon outside only casts its dim light on the scarce pieces of furniture that you own. 

There is no one in the room with you and no evidence that there ever has been. Still, you swear you heard a voice. After your beating heart calms down again, you convince yourself that it was just a vivid illusion, caused by your earlier attempts at spiritualism. You lay down, tucking yourself in again for the night, until sleep finally takes over.

It starts like feathers on your skin, traveling up your exposed arms, your inner thighs. It makes you squirm in your sheets when more of them trail up your naked stomach, tracing the fullness of your breasts before grazing your hardening nipples. They feel like fingers, dozens of them, sliding over your body, making you squirm in your bed, an unknown heat starting to settle in your core. 

The fingers are reaching for you, their tips ghosting over the skin of your naked body. These sensations take over your mind when they start running over the points of your body that are most sensitive, concentrating their effort on heightening your growing pleasure. You feel wetness pool in your underwear, dripping down your thighs. 

You can barely process these sensations, your mind lagging, clouded. All these fingers on your skin– you are overwhelmed by how good it feels, each touch more intense than the next. They graze over your nipples again, perking them into sensitive little nubs while you get wetter and wetter. It is so much that the pleasure converges, sparks starting to ignite in your core. 

The fingers continue to touch — so eager on your skin, heightening every little jolt of pleasure. A little shock runs down your spine and you whimper. This feels too real as if it isn't a dream at all. You are so close. If only a few more minutes—

Do you want to cum?

The voice is there again. Too taken up by pleasure, your mind is starting to float somewhere above your body, far away. You writhe and gasp between moans, “Yes.”

The voice chuckles. The fingers intensify their ministrations and you arch. 

What will you do for me to fulfill this wish?

You are succumbing to a fog of heavy desire. Before your pleasure peaks into a white-hot light, you scream, “Everything!”

You wake up, a thin sheen of sweat covering your body, the afterglow of your orgasm still rippling through you, making your soaked pussy throb. Your heart is pounding loudly in your ears

Yet, not solely from the pleasure– it's also from the feeling that something is off.

A dark, silky voice breaks through the darkness– the same voice that spoke to you in your dreams.

"Did you enjoy that?"

Your eyes widen, the mental fog clinging to you slowly dissipating. As they adjust to the darkness, you see him standing at the side of your bed. He is strikingly handsome, sensually carnal. His great black wings unfurl and span the width of your small apartment. Patches of gnarled purple skin adorning his face and body are complemented in color by horns protruding from the top of his head, nestled amidst inky black windstrewn hair.

But his most breathtaking feature isn't the wings or the horns. It is his piercing blue eyes that seem to glow in the darkness. The intensity of his gaze sends a shiver up your spine. That and the fact that he is–

–completely and shockingly naked.

Your gaze drops instantly, yet not without having peeked at his massive flaccid cock, hanging heavy and thick between his thighs.

He tilts his head down at you imperiously, his lips upturning in a mockery of a smile. "Like what you see?"

You gasp and blink, trying to ignore the rising blush on your face. He steps closer, smirking down at you, looking every bit sinful. He radiates such sexual confidence that it has you taking shallow breaths, chills of pleasure arise in your body as wetness resumes pooling in your underwear. 

Propping yourself up on your elbows, you try to ignore your body's reaction, mumbling dazedly. "Who are you?"

He tilts his head, drawing attention to the set of horns on his head. You stare as piercing blue eyes take you in. "You summoned me, sweetheart. You should know."

His seductive, low voice surrounds you, floats through you, and seeps into your brain.

"I w-what?" You ask, dumbly. 

He just smirks. It takes you a moment to realize what he is saying. But then it hit you.

The conjuring.

"I didn't think that—" Blinking slowly, you stare at him. "I mean, I wanted to summon a spirit— not a demon."

“You don’t even know what you’ve invoked, do you, little human?” He purrs, his husky voice so pleasing to hear.

“N-no,” you admit.

He moves faster than you anticipate, the mattress dipping under his weight as he suddenly hovers above you. 

"Sweetheart, when a virgin is calling a spirit, you know there's only one creature answering her calls." His face aligns beside yours, his lips brushing the rim of your ear as he whispers, "An incubus."

Your heart races a million miles a minute as you clench your thighs to suppress the throb between them.

"And now that I am here," he straightens up and grins down at you devilishly, "I'll have you take responsibility for stirring up a thirsty one."

The way his voice sounds through you causes your core to pound with pleasure. Goosebumps rise on your skin and even more wetness pools in your panties. A sinful moan rips from your mouth as he chuckles, low and seductive. 

“What is happening to me?” You ask.

“You're in the presence of an incubus. Your body is reacting–" He tilts his head, deep azure irises tracing the features of your face. “Cause it knows it's mine."

“It's– I'm not…" you whisper, clenching your thighs in an attempt to keep the heat at bay.

"Aw, little thing," A low chuckle rumbles through his chest. "There's nothing you can do about it.”

You slowly scramble backward in an attempt to get away from him– until suddenly you can't go any further and your back is pressed against the headboard. 

His smirk never breaks as the demon moves, one large, claw-tipped hand closing in on you. You inhale sharply as it hooks under the seam of your shirt, pulling it down and taut– before you hear the fabric rip. His claws keep slicing your shirt to pieces across your front, making your breasts spill out.

"You will only come for me," he muses, "on my cock, from now on."

Oh god… 

You have no thoughts, the chill of the cool air drifting over your skin making your nipples bud up. You suck in a sharp breath, another surge of heat rippling through your body.

"I fulfilled my part of the bargain, now it's your turn—” his eyes rake down your body like a caress, stopping at the point where your legs converge. "You will be bred, filled with my seed."

Despite the ominous threat, you can't help a moan from bubbling up your throat, your pussy throbbing at his words. 

“I-I don't want that!” You stammer, swallowing thickly.

“Oh doll, your body is telling me otherwise.” he chuckles, deep blue eyes twinkling. “You're aroused just by the thought of it. I can smell your slick, feel the heat of your cunt.”

Oh boy is he right.

He moves close and, looking down at you, leans forward, one hand supporting his weight on the side of your body while the other traps your jaw underneath his clawed fingers, propping it up, forcing you to make eye contact with him. The sharp horns crowning his head loom over you and block out the dim light of the moon, making the demon's eyes gleam. 

"You will beg–" You can see his azure irises swirl, drawing you in, "–beg me to fill you up, over and over again."

At his words, the ache in your core grows even more intense. Your pussy pulses with desire, releasing another surge of slick. You feel it dripping out and down your ass while he chuckles deeply.

"N-No—" You lie– obviously.

An unreadable expression crosses his face, then he gives you a wicked smirk before he dips down, hovering his mouth over yours.

"Oh, you will…" You can feel his hot breath fanning your lips, seeping into your lungs like an aphrodisiac.

You inhale deeply, his scent intoxicating. It has your blood buzzing in your veins and brings a pleasurable fog rolling into your head until it spins. Your pupils start to dilate, the heat inside your core burns unlike anything you have ever felt before and a deep moan erupts from you. Totally delirious, you can't stop the drool from spilling past the corners of your mouth, your core getting wetter by the second. 

You realize that you want this– you want this so badly. His presence, his scent, his voice… all about him just makes you feel pleasure– yet you want to feel more than that. You want to feel everything. It's then you know that he owns you.

“Please…" you moan.

"Please what?" Knowingly, his soft lips brush yours, sending fiery-hot sparks through your body.

"Please pleasure me." You sob, desperately.

He sits back on his heels, smirking, the cock between his thighs now fully erect. You blink as you stare at it. It is huge, the thick crown of it a reddish hint, leaking so much precum, it trickles down its underside, dripping onto the sheets.

“Come here.” He crooks his fingers.

Part of you wants to fight it– the pull you feel toward him. But your body reacts on its own, crawling –no– gravitating toward him without conscious thought. He palms the erection standing proud and stiff between his legs while watching you from above, eyes heavy with lust. His free hand rises to wrap around your throat. 

“Open.” He demands, the other hand holding the base of his thick cock.

Obediently, you open your mouth, sticking out your tongue. The head of his cock, hot and heavy, slips between your lips and sits thick on your wet muscle. 

“Close.” He growls and you do, wrapping your lips around him. 

The incubus' scent is intoxicating down here, the taste of his precum delicious and salty. Without conscious thought, your eyes flutter shut as your tongue swirls around his cockhead, greedily dipping into the slit. 

The demon grits his teeth, baring his canines. His hands go to the sides of your head, long fingers tangling into your hair to shove you down his shaft. A whine rips from your throat and you gag the first time his cock touches the back of your throat.

“Suck it,” he commands, tilting his head.

You raise your hazy eyes, misted by tears, to see the demon staring down at you with hungry eyes while his hips start to move forward and back slowly, restlessly.

He's gentle, yet commanding and you love it. You've never felt so wanted or needed. With your lips coated in a mixture of precum and spit, he starts thrusting forward harder now, his clawed hands holding you in place. Each time you sink even further down on his cock, swallowing every inch that fits into you. 

He goes deeper with each thrust, making sure his size hits the back of your throat every time. And even though you're being painfully stretched, all you feel is pleasure, delicious and intense, and a pooling between your legs. Still, the incubus gazes down at you with a frown, despite your best efforts.

“You can do better,” he coaxes. "Relax."

With that, he bucks his hips forward, holding them there, as you gag and sputter around his length. His grip on your hair tightens, and with a final desperate breath of air, you relax your jaw and his cock slips into your throat with ease.

“Such a good girl,” the demon purrs as your nose grazes the unruly patch of hair at the base of his cock, your throat bulging.

Tears spill down your cheeks as he starts moving again, the wet slap of his constant thrusting filling the otherwise quiet room. 

With his slow yet steady rhythm, you get used to his length sliding into you, learning how to breathe despite his intrusion. 

“You’re taking me so well.” His brilliant turquoise eyes gaze down at you, your throat tightening around him at his praise.

Your lips stretch around the thick girth of his cock while warm spit dribbles from your mouth and covers your chin, building a sticky mess at the base of his cock. Your fingers grasp uselessly at his thigh while he uses you to chase his high. In that moment, he, his scent, and his heat become your very essence.

Looking up at him from beneath wet lashes, you distantly feel his thrusts becoming more erratic, turning into a rough grinding in your mouth, when he orders. “Now, swallow.” 

It takes one, two thrusts before he stills, the obscene bulge in your throat proof of how deep he is buried inside of you. You don't taste it, just feel him spill his hot seed down your throat. His cock continues to twitch, unloading into you, filling your belly until you feel it stretch obscenely.

“Take it like the good girl you are," he purrs, "Take all of my cock.”

You obediently do, struggling not to gag around him, trying to take short shallow breaths through your nose.

Eventually, his cock slides heavily out of you, leaving a glistening string of saliva and cum connecting you. Sputtering and coughing, you try to catch your breath. The demon looks at you before one hand comes up to cradle your head, the other brushing soothingly over your hair. “You've done so well for me, little human.”

His thumb trails over your chin, wiping the drool off before he dips down, kissing your cheeks, lapping up all the salty tears that wet your face.

"Ah– virgin tears are so delicious," the incubus croons. 

You let out a soft sob, leaning into his touch before he retreats, taking you in with glowing blue eyes and you shiver at the hunger you see in them.

Without warning, his mouth crashes on yours, hungry and demanding. He knows what he's doing– devouring your lips– and you can't help but moan, making his hot wet tongue slip into your mouth. The fire in you keeps burning as you lean into him, his lips dancing against yours. One hand raises to the side of your face, his fingers curl into your hair, angling your face to meld your lips deeper against his. He kisses with so much fervor now that he almost consumes you. You shudder against his kiss, your mind heavily clouded and you moan into his mouth, making him groan. He releases you, pulling back.

“Fuck, you’re too delicious." His eyes glow bright, filled with lust. "Now, it's time to fill you up, my little human." 

His palm lays flat on your chest and he pushes you back until you drop on the mattress. He eyes your heaving breasts hungrily before leaning down to take a nipple into his mouth, sucking harshly, then soothing over it with his tongue. 

“Oh God,” You let out a choked breath, half delirious.

"You can just call me Dabi." The demon chuckles against your skin, his scorching tongue swirling around your nub.

He casts you a darkly amused look and continues his ministrations until you are a writhing mess underneath him. Slithering down your body, his large hands grip your thighs and shove them further apart. He nuzzles your inner thighs, closing his eyes to inhale the scent of your arousal.

“Doll, who knew– you're at your peak.” His dark eyes rise to your face and he gives you a sharp smile. “My seed is gonna take perfectly.”

You pant heavily as he hooks a claw through the top of your panties and, pulling down,  slices the fabric open, his eyes drifting to your exposed cunt. Dabi licks his lips and with a pleased purr, he bends his head, sliding his raspy tongue along your folds. It's hot and wet, as he gathers your slick on it, tasting your reaction to him before he fastens his mouth over it to suck at your soaked pussy.

You nearly keen off the bed, mouth falling open in a gasp of shocked pleasure, writhing in his firm grip. Dabi keeps tasting you, licking from the source of your heat all the way up to your clit, sucking your tender bud into his mouth as you squirm on the bed. 

You whimper and squeeze your eyes shut– but all of a sudden, the sensation is gone, replaced by a sharp sting as Dabi spanks your clit. 

“Eyes on me, doll,” the demon growls, baring his teeth.

Your eyes instantly shoot open, not wanting to disappoint– and a satisfied smirk spreads across his face.

"Good girl," he intones huskily, running his hand soothingly over your hips.

His voice is lust-saturated, sending hot arousal pooling in your gut, making your body thrum with need. It is a feeling you've never felt before. His eyes never leave yours as he drags the flat of his tongue up and down your core before nibbling and sucking at your over-sensitive nub. His palms trail up your sides to cup your breasts, squeezing them, like he's anchoring himself. Taking your nipples between his claw-tipped fingers, he rolls them between them, as he starts alternating between sucking and lapping at your swollen clit. 

You are so overstimulated, the pleasure you feel a mix of ecstasy and agony. You sob and beg– yet your pleas go ignored. Dabi continues eating you out, sending desire running down your spine and pooling in your core. You start bucking into his face, needing more of this. Then a white heat flares up in your core and your thoughts are cut off by the force of your orgasm. You can't stop your eyes from rolling to the back of your skull, your mouth hanging open in a silent moan as the blinding pleasure rips through your body like lightning. The incubus pulls back to look down at the mess he made of you, how you lay below him, your body slick with sweat. Pleasure still rolls through your limbs, fogging your brain and vision and you barely register the demon as he hovers above you, 

"I'm gonna fuck you until my cock is the only thing you can think of." His words send shivers up your spine.

You can't suppress it, your body wants just one thing– him. Your legs fall open, sinfully, and he slowly slots his body between your thighs, a claw-tipped hand running affectionately over your hair. He dips down, eagerly latching his lips on the pulsating vein on your neck, and pleasure floods your limbs, making it seep out of you. You feel his warmth pressed against you as he starts to gather your essence on his shaft. He grinds his hard dick against your swollen folds, mixing it with the copious amounts of precum that leak from his tip. 

“This pussy– this body– they are mine,” he growls against your skin. "I'm gonna breed you now, claim you as mine." 

"Dabi, please—" you sob, writhing in heat below him., "I-I can't."

"Yes, you can, my little human," he looks down at you with cerulean-colored eyes, "And you will."

A moan breaks from your lips, becomes a shudder as the pleasure intensifies with him thrusting along your folds now, spreading precum all over you. The endorphins flooding your system heighten your desires, overwhelming your doubts, and the urge to have his massive cock deep inside you becomes unbearable. 

As if he can read your mind, he purrs, lazily, “Want my cock?”

"Yes please–" you whine, needily. 

"How badly?" His voice is seductive, low, and husky.

"I need it!" It feels like you're burning up inside.

You gasp heavily when his hands sneak around your hips, pulling you up to align his throbbing cock at your entrance.

Dabi's smoldering blue eyes snap up to meet yours. "Are you ready to be bred?"

Part of you still screams no, yet your body desires otherwise. Your core is dripping, the sheets below you soaked. Your skin is hot, sweaty, and sensitive– and it feels like molten lava flows through your veins. You need him inside of you. It feels like a deeply seeded instinct to have this man– this demon– fill you up. Through teary eyes, you look at him. Dabi is so incredibly breathtaking– his chiseled features and captivating aura, his piercing blue eyes that are trained on you. 

"Please, fuck me." You sob deliriously. "Fill me up."

"Good girl." The demon chuckles, his posture dominating as he begins pushing his hips forward.

The bulbous head of his dick presses against your passage before it pops in. You cry out, the stretch of his girth immense. Dabi quickly hits resistance but with another quick roll of his hips, it gives. Your cries turn into desperate moans as the demon keeps shoving himself further inside, slowly disappearing inside of you, inch by inch. His massive cock spreads you apart, forcing your walls outward. The stretch feels amazing and you can't stop yourself from succumbing to the intoxicating mix of pain and pleasure all in one. The second he bottoms out, you almost pass out.

"Ah– virgin pussy is simply the best," he groans, watching how your eyes roll back, his cock outlined in your tummy as your pussy keeps quivering around him.  

After a few much-needed moments for you to adjust to his size, he pulls out. He looks down watching how his cock comes out, covered in your slick mixed with the color of crimson. Nudging the tip at your entrance, he spears into you with one swift thrust and you cry out again. The sudden sensation of being filled sends shockwaves of pleasure through your body. He’s so big, so long and thick– the feeling so intense. The demon smirks at your reaction and starts to thrust into you now, drawing sweet cries of pleasure from your mouth as you writhe beneath him. 

“Such a fine cunt.” he inhales a sharp breath from between gritted teeth. “All mine.”

Your pussy is dripping onto his dick, lubricating it as he fucks you– hard, deep strokes that bring you closer and closer. You keep tightening up around him with each move, pleasure and pain wrecking your body and mind. 

Dabi’s face moves close to yours, as he stares at you with lust and hunger, a predatory smirk on his lips that makes your belly churn. Every thrust is so delicious, amazing. You want more. Your incubus keeps whispering dirty nothings about breeding you, punctuating his words with powerful thrusts, all while his essence keeps sloshing around in your belly. 

It's so obscene—

—yet so good.

He’s still sneering down at you when the tension builds up so high that you can’t take it anymore. It bursts, sending waves of pleasure shooting through you. Dabi continues to pound into you, your eyes rolling back, your walls clenching up around his cock again.

The incubus hisses, feeling you tighten around him. He keeps pleasuring your puffy cunt, balls slapping against your butt every time he sinks in, impossibly deep. The grip on your hips tightens, sharp claws digging into your flesh, piercing through skin until small drops of blood appear. But you're too out of it to feel pain– you just feel bliss.

Lifting your ass, his cock starts stroking along a spot inside of you that has your vision turn white. Dabi seems delirious as he stares down at where you both are connected. The wet sounds of him drilling into your pussy fill the room as he keeps impaling you on his cock over and over again. The little brain you have left working properly knows you’re a mess below him— drool running down your cheeks, tears cascading down your temples, dampening the pillow beneath you. And yet here he is, smirking down at you with no sign of exhaustion at all. It's quite the opposite to you– he seems to glow, a blue aura surrounding him that seems to flicker around his body and wings like caressing flames.

His hands slide to your thighs, pushing your legs back against your shoulders. You feel him slide his cock insanely deep, deeper than before– in a way that didn't seem possible. Each stroke into your convulsing hole is more intense, pouring more overwhelming sensations into your body. You’re moaning obscenely, with your insides stuffed impossibly full. 

"I'm going to cum, precious." He warns. "Gonna fill you up. Are you ready?"

"Yes!" You moan needily.

"Yes, what?" He asks again.

"Come inside of me," you gasp for breath, struggling to think clearly, "Fill me up and breed me!"

"Good girl." He growls sensuously, sultry and low. "Gonna fuck my seed into you—"

He thrusts deeply one more time, and you shatter into a million pieces. Your pussy clamps down on his length almost painfully, milking him, and the incubus hisses. His wings extend fully, spanning the width of your small apartment bedroom as he throws his head back in ecstasy. His cock seems to swell before he releases rope after rope of his thick hot cum into your waiting womb. 

"Ah yes," he groans. "Take it all— carry my offspring."

You hear his words but they're drowned by your pleasure, unable to comprehend the consequences of them. You are too far gone, head lolling and drool dripping from your mouth. Dabi stays buried inside you, copious amounts of cum pooling out at the base of his cock. The blue glow emanating from his body intensifies from all of the energy he's drained from you. You feel him, still hard, still ready for more and it sends sparks shooting in your brain.

"That's gotta do it," your incubus leans down to whisper against your ear, "But better to be safe than sorry, right?"

And with that, Dabi grabs you by your hips and flips you over. One hand clutches your neck to press your head into the sheets, the other lifts your ass up. Between one heartbeat and the next, he is looming over you. In your lust-fogged mind, you feel the heat of not just one but two dicks as he rubs them along your seam, coating himself in the ample mixture of your slick and his release. 

"W-what…" you murmur, exhausted, face half buried in your sheets.

"Didn't know incubi could change form, huh?" He intones and you feel the pressure at your holes increase.

"Dabi—" you whine and try to wiggle your ass away from him. "It won't fit—"

He grips your hips, holding you in place, dwarfing you in your attempt to get away from him. Your breathing stutters as you tense up.

"Shh, doll, it's ok," Dabi soothes in his deep voice. It causes your pussy to quiver in anticipation despite the fear lacing your mind.

He dives forward, his canines grazing against the supple skin of your neck before he shifts closer to your ear and whispers, "Relax and give yourself to me."

At his words, you allow yourself to loosen up and he begins to press himself against you in earnest. With a grunt, he breaches your virgin asshole while his lower cock slides into your gaping pussy. You cry out in an exquisite mix of pleasure and pain and your hips flex in his hold. He holds you there, keeps you stretched around the fattest part of his cockhead, while you bite into your bedsheets, tears breaching your lash line. 

Slowly, you get used to the stretch and the pain gradually changes into something else, something more pleasurable. Then, with one swift thrust, he drives himself fully into you, sheathing his two cocks into you at once. It sends tremors throughout your body before another rush of endorphins hits you like a wave. It's unlike anything you've ever felt before, and you moan his name as he withdraws and pushes into you again. 

Dabi sets a demanding pace, and all you can do is fist the sheets as he rides you, pumping both dicks into you with vigor. The way he fills you feels obscene, his two cocks hitting you so deep. He's hitting spots that feel more amazing than anything you've felt before. You can feel the pressure building inside you and arch, pushing back into him. His pace quickens, and he fucks you with such force the bed creaks. This would normally concern you– if your brain were properly functioning.  

"Your holes feel so perfect, little one," he groans, as he pulls out and drives into you again, hard, turning your whimpers into broken moans. "The best ones I've ever had–"

Your brain is shut down, little hiccups escaping you as your body moves solely on instinct. On lust. Another gush of slickness gets you even wetter, the messy slick sounds of your holes sucking him in echoing through the room. His hands close in on your neck, pressing you down as he pumps into you, your ass clenching around him as your pussy tightens around his cock. Your cheeks burn, your mouth opens in a silent moan and in the back of your head, you feel a powerful orgasm building.

"I'm gonna cum, doll." Dabi groans.

He lightly circles your swollen clit with the tip of his clawed finger, pushing you beyond a point you've never been before. With his next thrust, you feel your core convulse with a force unbeknown to you. Your mouth opens in a silent cry, no longer able to speak as the pressure throbbing between your legs releases and you feel yourself come undone. Clear liquid gushes from your core and drips onto the sheets below. Dabi lets out a low growl when he reaches his climax, driving himself in to the hilt, pumping his cum into your pussy and asshole. Your belly starts pudging outwards as his burning hot release floods your insides and you topple over the edge yet again, your holes milking his cocks for all their seed. His pace staggers and slows until eventually, he pulls out, glancing down to scrutinize the mess dripping out of your two holes onto the drenched mess of your bed sheets.

"I have to admit," he pants, the corners of his lips quirking up, "You're the best I've ever had."

He finalizes his statement with another solid plow forward. 

For the rest of the night, the incubus plays with your body, making you cum until you lose count of how many times he shattered your world. Your holes are left creamy and white from every load he unleashes into you. Your eyes are stuck permanently in the back of your head from the constant pleasure wrecking your body. Your brain is non-functional, and your body is completely and utterly overwhelmed by the sheer number of times you came. The sun is just beginning to rise when he finally retreats and you slump bonelessly onto the bed, your entire body aching. The sheets beneath you are drenched with your sweat and your combined release. Dabi watches you intently, alternating between stroking your hair and your cheek. His wings come to shelter your body, their warm leathery skin gently caressing your form. 

"You did well for me, little one." Leaning over you, his lips brush your ear as he croons seductively into your ear, "I think, I will take you with me. I sense that my seed has taken and I can’t bear to part with such a perfect little human."

You should be upset over these final words, retaliate against their implications. Yet all you feel is drowsiness and absolute bliss. Being filled with his warm essence, your lips pull up into a soft, satisfied smile and your eyes slip closed, exhaustion finally taking over.

thank you for reading! comments and reblogs are very much appreciated!

Since I have not posted for….a while 😳 🫣 I gift you all a small piece of what is to come in the next chapter of ‘Tanjiro’s Secret’.

Hehe, suffer all you peasants:

It's all to much, too sudden, for you. You weren't due for another week or so, not now. Not when he's not there for you, not when you're all alone….

I shall return to my dark abyss and continue working on this chapter.

All credit to you 🫶

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debating on whether or not to make more of these. but for now, here is the first set.

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Bad Girl

TW: degrading, spit play, breath play, oral sex (male receiving), impact play (light slapping), scratching/ little blood, biting (marking overall), dacraphilia (crying), deepthroating, throat bulge, praising

No names put in but it’s your fav and you, female!reader. That’s really it.

All characters aged up!!

"You're such a fucking brat, you know that?"

Tears stream down your face, lines of black mascara, now ruined, running down your cheeks. Your jaw is sore, still struggling to take his dick in your mouth, but your tongue runs along the shaft of his pretty cock, savoring the weight and taste of him in your mouth.

"Your slutty mouth can't take my dick, what makes you think your little pussy can, hm? I'm gonna have to force my way in again, aren't I? Make you take it again?"

He groans softly when you hum in response to his questions, running your tongue along the slit of his cock, the vibrations of your hums sending shivers down his spine.

“Shit, just like that. There we go, fucking whore. Sucking my dick like some cock-hungry bitch in heat.” He groans again when you hum around his dick, gathering your hair into a fist and thrusting into your mouth.

Your hands fly up to his thighs, digging your pretty nails into his thighs, leaving crescent shaped marks. Your eyes fill with tears as he uses your mouth like a fleshlight, drool and his precum dribbling from your plush lips, more tears now streaming down your cheeks.

His groans fill the room, strands of his hair stick to his sweaty forehead, his head is thrown back, but his hips never stop moving, thrusting into your mouth faster and faster.

Small bubbles of your spit pool in the corners of your mouth, your lipstick is ruined, smeared on both his pelvis where your lips meet each time he thrusts into your mouth and along his dick. His hands hold your head still, continuing to thrust in and out of your mouth, grunting and groaning when you swallow around his dick, coating it in more of your spit, and taking it deeper into your throat.

He throbs in your mouth, his thrusts becoming sloppy, the grip on your hair tightening enough to sting. “Fuck, perfect little mouth ya got. Should use it more often, eh? Shut you up when yer being a brat?” He grunts through gritted teeth when you swallow around him again, reaching down and softly gripping your neck, smirking when he feels the bulge of hims cock in your throat.

“That deep, huh? Imagine when I’m in your tight, little pussy.” He chuckles softly, throwing his head back and groaning when your nails dig into his thighs, thrusting a final time and spilling his load down your throat.

He keeps your head still, his thighs tensing beneath your hands, his abdomen flexing with each ragged breath he draws in, until he finally lets you go, pulling his dick out of your mouth. Your head spins, the lack of oxygen catching up to you as sit there, feeling a mix of your spit and his cum dribbling down your chin and neck.

And, because he’s a filthy bastard, he pushes you flat onto the bed, and drags his tongue up your collarbone, collecting that mix into his mouth. Groaning softly at the taste, he licks it all up slowly, sliding his tongue up and down your neck and across your collarbone.

When he’s done he pulls back, licking his lips and staring you down, his darkened, lust-filled eyes roam over your body, taking in the beautiful sight. “Such a pretty girl.”

“You’re my pretty girl, aren’t you?”

In a daze, you nod your head, your mind spinning at the sudden switch of degradation to praise, but the smirk he gives you makes the whiplash worth it. “Good. Gonna let me mark you up now? So everyone can see you’re my girl?”

He doesn’t wait for your response, he knows your answer already. Instead, he leans down to your neck again and begins sucking and licking different colored, different sized, marks all over your neck. Small whimpers and moans fall freely from your plush lips, feeling his teeth graze your pulse point before he bites down onto it.

Sinking his teeth into your flesh, then dragging his tongue along the imprints of his teeth. He bites more, his teeth leaving their mark on your pretty neck, his tongue dragging across those imprints, soothing the stinging sensation.

When’s he’s satisfied with the marks he’s left, he pulls back, examining you once more before smirking, “My pretty girl, looks even prettier with my marks.” He chuckles when you flush under his gaze, your cheeks burning in embarrassment.

He slowly drags his gaze lower, pumping his cock slowly when his eyes reach your drooling pussy. “God, she’s so pretty. Got such a pretty little pussy on ya, baby.” He slaps his leaking tip on your equally leaking pussy, chuckling at the wet slap slap slap sounds that emit.

He moves closer, hiking your legs over his waist, and resting his cock on your pelvis, tracing a line just above where his tip rests against your tummy. “Look baby, that’s where ‘m gonna be, ‘kay? Remember that.”

He leans back once more, swiping his tip through your folds, collecting your sticky essence, before he slowly starts pushing his way into you, groaning softly when you already start squeezing around him.

“Shit, come on sweetheart. Gotta loosen up for me yeah? I know you can do it, come on. Be a good girl and relax for me.”

He grins devilishly when your body begins to relax under him, finally being able to push his way into you fully, “Yeah, that’s it. Good girl.” He drawls out, accentuating his words with small, slow rolls of his hips.

He can see your pretty mind struggling to hold on, watching as you squirm and writhe under him, your cheeks flushed a pretty red, makeup all ruined, lips bruised and puffy, hickeys and bites all along your neck.

He thinks you look your prettiest like this, slowly succumbing to him, letting him take care of you like this, even if you were a brat sometimes.

Slowly he pulls his hips back, meticulously dragging his dick through your tight pussy, shivering when you clench around him, wanting to suck him back in.

He raises your hips, sliding a pillow underneath you, then slowly rolls his hips back into yours, groaning softly when your hands fly out and grip at his shoulders. He smirks handsomely down at you, the only warning you get, before he pulls your legs up around his waist higher, beginning to thrust into your drooling pussy quickly.

The pace he sets is perfect, his hips snapping against the backs of your thighs repeatedly, the lewd sounds of your drooling pussy and your pornographic moans filling the room. The tip of his cock brushing against the spongey spot inside you, is immaculate.

His hands are all over you, running along your thighs, squeezing your hips and waist, tugging softly at your perky nipples, licking and sucking on your tits, leaving more purple marks all over.

The pace he’s set makes your mind go blank, you swear you see stars, the way he’s fucking you never fails to make your senses go on overdrive. He’s everywhere, giving you so much yet not enough at the same time.

He leans down and captures your lips in a sloppy kiss, spit runs down the corners of your mouth when he slides his tongue in, exploring every inch of your mouth.

He kisses you for what feels like an eternity, only pulling away when he feels your hands grasping his biceps, a silent plea for air. And when he does break away, he rests his sweaty forehead on yours, panting softly as he drills into you faster, using his weight to cage you against the bed.

His hot breath fans across your face, breathing in your scent as well as letting you breathe in his. It’s messy, filthy, lewd— the way he’s fucking you now. Your legs pressed firmly against your chest, his heavy balls slapping against the curve of your ass repeatedly, loud squelching sounds of your drooling pussy echoing in the room.

You can feel your orgasm approaching quickly, the knot in your tummy growing more and more taut. He knows you’re close, the way your moans pitch and grow louder, the way your nails scratch at his back and shoulders, hard enough that small drops of blood run down his back, and the way your pussy clamps down around his dick.

“Gonna cum, pretty girl? Come on then, lemme see you cream all over my dick. You can do it, want some help? Is that what my girl needs? I gotchu baby, don’t worry.”

His thrusts become faster, harder, it’s too much for your little pussy to handle, but it’s not enough either, and he knows that. So, he reaches down and swipes over your clit, smearing your sticky mess all over the little bundle of nerves, and your orgasm hits you like a truck.

The moan that rips from you is more of a scream, your mouth falls open, curses and moans falling freely from your pretty lips, your body spasming violently as your orgasm crashes through you in waves. Your vision is white, you can feel your body slowly slumping against the bed, but a few light slaps across your cheek slowly bring you back.

“Hey, baby. Don’t go out on me just yet. I ain’t done with ya. ‘M gonna fill you up so damn good- hah shit. She likes that huh? She- fucking hell…. likes it when I talk about cumming inside? ‘Bout filling my pussy with cum, gonna empty my balls in you, beautiful.”

His thrusts become erratic, almost frantic. He’s hitting that sweet spot inside you, his thumb never stopping its ministrations on your clit. He’s throbbing, ready to empty his heavy balls into you, ready for you to milk him dry.

Ready to claim his pussy.

“Oh fuck yeah, ready gorgeous? Gonna take it all? Be my good girl and take all of my cum? Won’t waste a single drop, will you? Hah shit, ‘m cumming. Take it, fucking take it.”

And you do, you take all of it, every single drop of his milky white cum, so thick and hot inside you, painting your pretty pussy white. He moans, one low, drawn out moan, and you cum again. Gushing all over dick, a ring of your own cum around his dick, and he hisses through gritted teeth when your pussy clamps around him again.

“Fuck, good girl. You’re my good girl, you did so damn good.”

A smirk graces his handsome features once more as he looks down at your fucked out expression, his hair a mess, his chiseled body covered in a thin layer of sweat, his shoulders scratched up, giving you just a glimpse, an idea, of what his back might look like.

“Now, think your parents heard or can we go another round, sweetness?”

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I kinda see this with Eren or Dabi or Jean…..k bye.

Somnophilia

A/N: Yes, that's it. That's the title. I wrote this with one particular person in mind that I know will perhaps enjoy something like this. That particular someone is: @cherryblossomsenpai Enjoy!

TW: somnophilia (very much consensual), needy character, female reader, breeding kink (? mentions of wanting to start a family), praising, some fluff sprinkled throughout. Word count 1k. :)

It was late, a dark and cold winter night. The harsh, bitter wind bites at the apples of his cheeks, mirroring shards of glass against his soft skin. He can't see very far ahead, despite the lights littering the street, and the full moon doesn't help much, it only casts an eerie shadow on the roads behind him.

Trudging up the stairs to your shared home, he knows you'll be fast asleep, swallowed up in blankets in bed. Despite the heater being turned on he knows your feet will be freezing. He knows you'll be clutching a pillow, pretending it's him, breathing in his scent embedded in the sheets.

He knows your nose will be slightly red, the cold always gave you a runny nose. He knows that, even though it's cold, you sleep in one of his shirts, engulfed in what's his, the fabric falling just below your knees. He knows that you tried waiting up for him, even after he told you not to.

As he steps into your shared home he finds a plate on the table, his dinner. He eats with a content smile, happy that you still think of him, even when he's away for work. He knows it's hard for you some days, not having him here with you all the time, but he's grateful that you understand.

You've always been there for him, through everything he's ever needed and wanted. At first, he wasn't able to comprehend your love, you wanted to care for him, to hold and kiss him, to have him wrapped in your arms forever, as you would put it.

He was never one to be given care, he was always the giver. Dishing out love and attention for others, leaving himself rundown and exhausted. Your love was always met with confusion and a stiff body because he hadn't been shown that love in years.

He was broken in a sense, he never fully healed from the life he had before he met you. In the moments you got to know him, you always saw glimpses of the hurt little boy, fleeting from your view whenever you got too close.

He wanted to be strong for you, to protect you from the evil in the world. He wanted to make sure your spark never dimmed, that the kindness you showed to him and others around you never went away. He knew he couldn't always shield you, but he knew he could try his best. And that's exactly what he did.

He protected you from the ugliness of the world, he was strong for you, helping you in your times of need, even when you said you didn't need help. You were always stubborn like that, but he knew you were just as broken as he was. So you rebuilt each other together, you started from what the world has reduced you to, broken shards of what used to be carefree and loving people, and you made each other whole again.

There were bumps in the road, and you lost parts of yourself that were irredeemable, but you both managed to get through it. Together. And the ring that sits in his drawer is his way of saying thank you. He appreciates everything you've done and everything you've sacrificed for him.

He wants to spend the rest of his life with you, however long he has. It's something he's never been more certain of, something that didn't take him long to find out once he was comfortable with you. And not too long after he made the discovery, he found the perfect ring for you.

He knows that he wants to build a family with you, he knows that you've built a home together, one that will shield your children from the outside world for as long as they need. He wants to see you glow from pregnancy, he wants to come home and talk to your swollen belly at night. He dreams of it and he knows it's not out of reach.

So, once he finishes his meal, he makes his way upstairs to your shared bedroom. He finds you asleep exactly the way he knew you would be, clutching his pillow, the blankets bundled around you. Shutting the door softly, he makes his way to the bed, shrugging off his jacket and sliding off his shoes. He tugs his shirt off and unfastens his belt as silently as he can, careful not to disturb your peaceful slumber.

The rest of his clothes come off and fall in a pile somewhere on the floor, the bed dips just slightly when he climbs onto it. Grabbing the edge of the blanket he carefully lifts it just enough so he can move next to you. He watches you for a moment, admiring your sleeping figure, listening to your soft snores, and pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

Sliding his arms underneath you, he carefully pulls you towards him and lifts your shirt ever so slightly, much to his delight he finds you have nothing underneath. Perhaps you knew tonight would end as so many had ended before, entangled bodies in equally entangled sheets.

He knows he should wait until morning, it’s only a few hours away, but he can’t. Not after he sees how pretty your cunt looks when he nudges your legs apart. Not after he runs his calloused hands along your thighs, up your hips, and tracing your waist and just under your breasts.

He moves over you, placing gentle kisses wherever he can without waking you. From your jaw to your collarbone, from your collarbone to your waist, and from your waist to your inner thighs he presses kiss after kiss.

Carefully lifting your legs over his shoulders, he admires the sight in front of him, never getting tired of your pretty cunt. Leaning in, he eats you out like a man starved, but he’s still slow and careful.

Using his index fingers he gently spreads you apart, admiring the way your cunt glistens in the soft moonlight, both from his spit and your growing arousal. He buries himself in you once more, inhaling your scent and sucking on your clit eagerly.

It’s messy now, with lewd sounds filling the once-quiet room. The sounds of him slurping and licking your cunt, paired with your soft, sleepy moans only egg him on. In your sleep, you shift, spreading your legs and giving him more access to devour you.

His calloused hands hold your legs apart, fingers digging into the plush of your thighs, his nails leaving crescent marks along your supple skin. He licks across your now dripping hole slowly, wanting to savor your taste before he’s sucking on your clit again.

Not too long after he goes back to your clit, he sees you shift once more and he knows you're climax is approaching quickly. Softly gripping your thighs, he buries himself into your cunt, his soft locks tickling your thighs, his tongue making figure eights on your clit or dipping into your hole.

He brings you to your sweet release and your moans get noticeably louder, he licks and slurps everything you give him, wanting to leave nothing behind, not even his spit. He sees your eyes flutter open and smiles softly at you as he coos, "Hello, honey. I'm sorry, I just can't wait anymore, but you did a good job. Such a good job honey, just gotta give me a little more, ok?"

The sweetness of his voice only increases the throbbing of your cunt, and when you feel the tip of his cock rubbing against your hole, gathering up what's left of his spit and your cum, your hazy mind becomes clearer.

His rough hand traces the expanse of your thighs, up your hips, and to your tummy, warming your skin right down to the bone as he pushes into your tight cunt. His mouth falls open and groans slip freely from his lips, his eyes are screwed shut and he lets himself get lost in the way your tight walls wrap around his dick so nicely.

Warm, velvety, slick walls clamp around his cock and he struggles to keep his composure, remembering that not too long ago you were in a deep sleep. Instead, he opts to coo soft praises in your ear, trailing wet kisses up and down your neck to your earlobe.

He stays still for a moment, letting you adjust to his size, rubbing your hips softly and pressing kisses to your forehead, muttering to you just how sweet you are for him. Letting him use your body in the middle of the night like this, when you both should be fast asleep.

It's both too much and too little at the same time when he starts moving, feeling your walls flutter around him when he brushes against the spot that has you seeing stars. His soft groans and your moans fill the room, and the squelching sounds of your cunt get progressively louder when his pace increases.

His hands find yours and he intertwines your fingers together, holding them just above your head and caging you against the bed. His broad shoulders take up a majority of your view, but his face is where you're focused. His hair falls messily into his face, sweat beads along his forehead, and you want nothing more than to lick it off.

Breathy moans are tumbling freely from his lips, right by your ear, his muscles tense and flex each time he thrusts into your greedy cunt. Relishing in the way his dick slides so nicely in and out of your pussy, finding it nearly impossible to keep himself controlled.

Not when you were sucking him back in so wonderfully, watching as a white ring slowly formed around the base of his dick. The grip on your hips never falters and when he looks into your eyes all he sees is love. An unwavering, undeniable love. For him and him alone.

So he returns it, thrusting into your pussy and hitting the sweet spot inside of you. He makes you clench around his dick more times than he can count, loving the way you look underneath him. Sleep still lingers on your features, but the fucked out look you give him sends him into a spiral.

He feels himself getting dangerously close to his climax, his dick throbbing inside of you, ready to fill you to the brim. And when you beg so sweetly for him, asking him to fill you up, promising you won't waste a drop of his cum, who is he to deny you?

He gives you what you begged for, what you earned, filling you up to the brim and more. He pulls out and watches his cum slowly leaking out of your pussy, his panting and yours echoing in the room. Once again, he showers you in praise, holding you tightly in his arms, and when you fall asleep not too long after, clearly exhausted, he thinks to himself.

There is no one else he'd rather spend his life with. Not in this one, or the next.