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See I’m scared to do male reader because I can’t really grasp it but this was so good 😭

Hii so I have a request, I've been scared to ask but now I got a sudden confidence, so can I request a story where m! reader is a sub! shy soft guy who works at the butterfly mansion and shinobu has an eye on him and likes to tease him because he gets flustered alot (Im sure canon shinobu definitely likes sub!boys) so once he was treating a fem! patient and this patient kept flirting with him Infront of shinobu which she didn't like so after the patient leaves shinobu fucks him dumb with only her hand and he was very desperate, submissive and was begging for her forgiveness so she uses her tounge and be more gentle which made shinobu more mean to him ....I've been fantasizing about this alot, I finally got the courage to ask hope you can do it I'd be so thankful 😭 (love your kny imagines especially the rengoku ones)🫶🏼 love youu🫶🏼

Hello there, Anon! 🫶🏾

I can definitely do this for you! Bare with me since this is my first Sub! Male fic! I struggled with wether to make this into a mini Drabble OR an imagine and it just fitted best as an Imagine so here it goes!

Hope you enjoy! ☺️

“Mine”

Dom!ShinobuKochoXSubMale!Reader Imagine

CW: 18+ NSFW Content, Pet Names, Bullying, Oral (Reader Rec), Handjob (Reader Rec), Degradation & Overstimulation

Shinobu Kocho has taken a liking to you.

So much so that every time she gets the chance, she’ll purposely put you on projects or errands around the mansion that only she can oversee.

She loved how timid, shy, and overall quiet you were, Always getting your work done without saying much. Hell, she didn’t until one day she saw you get frustrated. That’s when she started to pay more attention to you.

People wouldn’t notice you were there unless something flustered you. And if it wasn’t for the fact that she saw you that day getting upset over a task you were dealing with, she wouldn’t have either. But who could forget how adorable you acted over something so trivial? She couldn’t and from that day on, she made it her goal—no, new hobby—to make you flustered.

Of course you didn’t notice it as first. You were too busy to notice the blatant favoritism and attention she showed you and only you. But just recently after treating one of the many female patients residing in the mansion did you notice.

Per your usual day to day routine, you watched over and care for the residents of the Butterfly Mansion, providing them with excellent care. Not that you paid attention but from time to time, patients would flirt with you out of pure boredom. Well, this encounter was about the same.

The patient was being extra touchy and you being too shy to speak up, try to dodge and endure as much as you can to get the task done. Little did you know, Shinobu was close by watching the entire ordeal and to say she was perplexed would be an understatement.

She wasn’t pleased and soon you’ll find out why.

About an hour later while you were cleaning up the room, you hear a familiar voice call out to you. A voice that you have grown fond of call out your name. You turn to see her standing there, door clicking shut behind her. She spoke plainly at first, asking her normal questions and then started teasing you.

“I saw what happened earlier, Y/N. Couldn’t handle the heat?” She said teasingly. Garnering a flushed and embarrassed expression from you which sent waves through her. The way your eyes diverted and how you tried to steer away from the conversation made this once innocent interaction turn lewd.

One thing led to another. You went from sterilizing the room to being commanded to take off your pants, spread your legs and touch yourself while being called everything under the sun.

“That’s cute. You’re already ready to cum and I haven’t even touched you yet.”

Your slow breathy pants became pleads of release as she talked you through your thrusts. Confessing her deepest and darkest fantasies to you while you fight to not faint from the overstimulation.

Maybe it was the way she speaking to you while bullying your mushroom with her thumb or the fact that she was tease you by licking her lips and getting close to your inflamed cock just to pull back and giggle that made you so hard. But you knew that you wouldn’t be able to take much more and so did she.

It was never supposed to get to this point, her wanted to hear you cry out and beg for release in such a pitiful manner but how can she resist? You looked so fucking cute when you begged. And what made it worse was while you were desperatly fucking into her hand, hot tears stained you pitiful face and it just made something in her snap.

It was no longer a game or hobby to toy and play with you. She wanted you to herself and of doing this makes you submit, then so be it. She couldn’t stand how close and comfortable that woman was and quite frankly, wanted to crucify her for even touching let alone talking to you in which a way. But after this little interaction, she knew that you weren’t anyone else’s but hers.

She keeps egging and egging you on and slowly you slip into madness and she’s drinking it all in. While harshly pumping your cock, she demands you apologize for allowing such a lewd woman or any woman that’s not her to touch you and you oblige while having tears in your eyes. She’s almost satisfied but not until you admit and submit.

“Tell me that you’re mine and I’ll allow you to cum. Go on, my pet. Say it.”

It only took you a few seconds to practically scream out that she owns you. That you were hers and hers alone and no one—and you meant NO ONE- could satisfy you like she could. And wit a pop, the warm feeling of her tongue brushed slightly against your head, sending shockwaves throughout your body. The moan that left you could wake the dead and sounded like music to her ears.

“Mine” she kept saying over and over in her mind. “He’s all mine”

#I got a lady boner #that counts right?#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #male reader #kny imagines #kocho shinobu #shinobu kocho x reader

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Sub!Milkman Kyojuro knocking on your door to personally hand you your “special” delivery but underneath his uniform is the custom cow Lingerie you bought for him and a hard on so big, his pants zipper is so close to popping 🤤

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He was the fifth one this week.

When you first arrived at the butterfly mansion as an assistant to one of the many nurses on the premises, you found it absolutely strange how there would be a man outside either crying, pleading, holding gifts, or professing their love outside the gates. After finding out why, it went from strange to down right feeling awful for them.

They came from all walks of life. From the wealthy foreigner, to crown princes and commoners alike. Even former and current slayers flocked outside trying to convince anyone that would listen to allow them in so that they can profess their love to her but to no avail. You almost did due to pity until the women that had caused all of this stopped you herself.

“And what do you think you’re doing, pet?”

A voice so soft it could almost be considered a whisper spoke to you accompanied by a hand that gripped your shoulder at the perfect amount of pressure. You freeze in your place, not sure wether to feel scared or flustered by the pretty voice speaking to you. You slowly turn your head and are met with the most gorgeous pair of eyes you have ever seen. Shinobu Kocho, the mistress of the Manson speaking directly to you.

“Well?” She says while giving you a soft smile. Your eyes couldn’t—no, wouldn’t— leave her gaze. Nothing coherent came out of your mouth, Only “uhs”. You couldn’t tell if the Hashira was perplexed by your lack of speech or amused but her smile and tone of voice stayed the same. You didn’t notice it before but she was a lot closer than previously. It’s as if she deliberately closed the distance between the both of you. Lips close to your ear, she asks “Answer me, pet. What were you abo-” before she could finish, you practically fell backwards. Face flushed and eyes wide.

Now looking back at the memory, you’re more than embarrassed at how you reacted, unable to give her an answer and instead quickly getting up, moving away and bowing profusely before running as of your life was on the line. You didn’t dare look back for fear of what her expression looked like but you swore you heard her chuckle as you sped away. She was gorgeous and ever since, you haven’t just avoided her but stayed far away from the gate.

You later on found out what her name was and that she was the infamous insect Hashira. Everyone said you were lucky to even chat with her due to her busy schedule and once you told them the full story, they would laugh and again call you lucky. Apparently, she doesn’t hold concertar with most people for that long. It’s been months since and every now and then, you catch a glimpse of her walking alone in the gardens. You sigh while admiring her from afar, not knowing that she senses you every time you look at her and just smiles. You hide once you see her slowly turn her head in your direction. You heart beating out of your chest as you hear that same familiar voice that enchanted you months back.

“You can come out now, Pet. Maybe you’ll be willing to answer my question, hm? Come now, I don’t bite”

#demon slayer #shinobu x reader #shinobu kocho x reader

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GINGY WHYYYYYYY 😭😭😭😭😭

WARNING! KNY ANIME DEATH SPOILER AHEAD!

Could you imagine how sad it would have been if Kyojuros brother attempted to resurrect Kyojuro weeks after he died? Like dog this mans body up and set the full thing up but it’s him and the Kambocho squad (Tanjiro, Zenitsu, Inosuke & Nezuko) because of course he didn’t want to do it alone?

And when they try to, it of course doesn’t work on multiple occasions but not because they didn’t do it right, but because the demons they summoned refused—yes, REFUSED— to help them? Mans soul was so pure that he was protected my WAR ANGELS so the demons they summoned didn’t just not want to but couldn’t AT ALL?!?

Like…bruh I would have fucking cried dude.

#this just depressed me #like WHY would you do this?#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny imagines

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I love them way too much ❤️

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Imagining sanami this way sends chills down my spine 🤤🤤🤤🤤

Sanemi doesn’t look like it but he absolutely LOVES it when you take control.

In the streets, he’s known as this monster of a being who’s skilled in his craft and very—short and hot tempered—with people. Always on his toes and incredibly intense. But with you?

Ooooh but with you…

Completely putty in your hands. A fucking slave for your touches. He’s a mess. A slobbering, head bobbing, eyes glued to the back of his skull, fucked out mess. His body craves your mouth. So much so that the thought of your cherry flavored lipglosses lips being inches away from his touched deprived body makes him weak in the knees.

The thoughts come and go at the most inappropriate times. Hashira meetings, at the store, mid conversation with either you or his peers. It’s terrible and though he has tried with not just his own calloused hands but with other partners as well, it never compares to your mouth. You’re just that good and he hates having to admit that only you can pleasure him to such regard. That YOU are the reason he has to sit a certain way just so that others are shielded from indecent exposure and that he has to depend on you and you alone for such a release.

Poor Sanemi, trying and failing miserably to keep his sanity as he watches you suck the very life force out of him through lidded tear filled eyes. The slower you go, the louder the moan. He’s beyond his breaking point and no matter how hard and pitiful his begs are, you don’t stop. You actually go further than previous just to hear his cries for a bit longer before he unloads inside of your throat, filling it to the brim. The utter ecstasy that washes over him as he bucks deep inside of your throat is unlike anything he has ever felt and he knows once this high is over, that he will have to admit to such a thing and he’s honestly too fucked out to care.

People assume that he’s obviously the dominant one in any relationship he’s in but that is far from the truth when it comes to you. One look or touch from you is endgame. Whether is on his scarred chest or his flawless jawline, he’s yours. You own him.

Yeah, he’s yours and there’s nothing he nor anyone can do about it.

#gurl #it’s the bobbing of the head for me #spread out and ready to serve #demon slayer #kny imagines #sanemi headcanons #sanemi smut #sanemi shinaguzawa #sanemi imagines

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Here, Kitty Kitty

Summary: Miguel O'Hara is your world's Black Cat. A/N: me when there's no fanfic of miguel as black cat: fine, ill do it myself Art: Marbipa on twt

Miguel x Reader, No warnings, a little suggestive but that's it, Word Count: 2,535

Swinging on your webs, you hopped from building to building and made sure to to keep an eye out for any more crime during your patrol. You hoped that tonight would be a breeze but unfortunately, the life of a superhero will never rest. You landed by one of the police antennas and heard a call coming through their radios. Tilting your head, you focused on the frequencies to get a better signal. "All units be advised. We've got a call for a robbery in Lower Manhattan. Heading there now, requesting backup." You glanced up at the sky seeing the moon illuminate brightly. "I guess I could help the boys in blue." You shrug and thwip your web shooters, the silk spinning and sticking to another building before jumping off to gain momentum. You hauled yourself up after swinging, diving down between apartments and just barely slipping through a couple fire exits. You thought about who it might be this time. Maybe it was the Shocker again. Oh, he was always so easy to make fun of. No, that wasn't possible: you put him in prison. You just hoped it wasn't another one of Tombstone's men--they were always a little too cocky. Maybe just a couple of randoms trying to make extra cash the wrong way–a boring way to end the night but at least it'd be easy. You swung faster after hearing the sirens of police cars echoing throughout the night of New York. You saw a few police cars behind you and you giggled to yourself, playing a one sided game of who would get there faster. Always the competitive one you were, you stuck your webs onto two poles and pulled back so hard that they bent slightly. Your forearms burned until you let go, slingshotting yourself in the sky and allowing yourself to glide above the city. You wished to take off your mask and feel the breeze properly but you settled for the ripples flapping on your suit. "Robbery, robbery, robbery..." You murmured, swiveling your head around to see where the robbery could've been. You blinked as you spotted the familiar colors of blue and red flashing in the distance. "Robbery!" You grinned.

Zipping through the wind, you landed above what you now see is a jewelry store. You crawl into the shadows, making sure none of the policemen could see you. "Hm. I guess they win this time." You mutter to yourself about your little game. Perching on the ledge, you listened in on their conversation. "Any security footage?" One policewoman asks. "We're checking them now but so far after entering the perimeter, all cameras have been damaged." "Did you see what was stolen?" "A few rings and bracelets. But the owner is more concerned with a diamond necklace. Says it was going to be auctioned off later this weekend." You tilt your head in thought. And they got away? Definitely not some regular citizens. You began to feel a headache creep on you. You couldn't handle another big bad to fight this weekend. You stepped down from the ledge carefully and walked around the top of the building to find a vent. Once you did, you ripped it open and crawled inside, your body sticking to the ceiling. You looked around and saw various cases filled with glittering jewels, ranging in size and colors. You crawled through another room and hopped off the ceiling with a small thud. Looking behind you, you made sure no one had seen you and you began rummaging through the room to find any evidence lying around to catch the perpetrator.

You found yourself in front of the glowing case in the middle. You circled around it, the eyes of your mask squinting at the empty sloth that would've fit a giant diamond necklace inside. The glass was perfectly intact instead of ruthlessly shattered. This was no common thief. No fingerprints, everything was spotless and clean. You took a closer look. "Looking for this, arañita?" You hear a smooth voice behind you. You spin around, shooting your webs to trap the wrist of the stranger behind you to the wall. The familiar tall man you've had a complicated relationship with, Miguel O'Hara a.k.a. Black Cat. His skin tight black suit hugged his built body, white fur fluffed at his forearms and around his shoulders. His suit was opened at his chest, a long slit that gave everyone a nice view of his tanned skin littered with little black and graying hairs. His dark brown eyes were decorated with a thin diamond shaped mask that did little to hide his ‘secret identity’. His dark brown hair was in its usual slick back, gray strands curling in his locks and a pretty black collar around his neck. He tilted his head at you and lifted his other hand to cut your webs off him with an extracted claw. “Eso es como se trata un amigo? I thought your whole thing was being friendly, arañita.” Miguel says light-heartedly, unphased at the way your mask narrowed at him. You noticed that the hand you had webbed up was holding onto a pouch. Miguel slips open the pouch by its strings, lifting out the diamond necklace. He clips it around his neck and it shines in the moonlight that seeps through the ceiling window. He admires his reflection in the cases, his gloved hand caresses the jewels, his nail being gentle with grazing over it. “Isn’t she just a beauty? She’s not my style, personally, but I can appreciate her.” His eyes meet yours and he grins. “I think you would make it look even more beautiful.” You ignore his blatant flirting, your hands itching at your sides, wanting to snatch the pouch from him and return it to the police so the owner could have a good night’s rest–so you could have a good night’s rest. Now knowing the one behind this was Black Cat, your headache had gotten worse and you knew it’d be a long night. Miguel stalks up to you after taking the necklace off and placing it back in his pouch.

“What’s wrong, arañita? Cat got your tongue?” He smirked, his claw grazing under your chin and making you look up at him. You bit down on your tongue. This cat always had a way of pissing you off. “I thought we agreed you’d put this behind you. You’re rich. What more could you possibly want?” You grab his wrist and take his hand off from your chin. “Would you believe me if I said I just wanted your attention?” His lips curl up, showing off his fangs. “No.” “Ouch. I’m hurt. I thought we had something.” His smile doesn't falter. “Give back the jewels, Miguel.” ‘Hmm. No. These could go for a lot of money. Way more than whatever that auction it is they’re doing.”

“Miguel, you promised me you would be good.”

His eyes soften for a split second. The memory of your last encounter months ago where you two had spent the night together in the city up on the Empire State building. Your relationship was a confusing one. There had been nights where you were on opposite sides and other nights where he answered your call for help.

Miguel began to trust you. Despite his tendencies to slip between your fingers, you always spoke to him kindly when he wasn’t pushing your buttons–even then he knew you never harbored any actual hatred for him. So after a long night, he confided in you that this was his new life and it wouldn’t change–he’d always come back to a life of crime, it’s who he was. You believed he was better than that.

That night before he disappeared for months, he pulled up your mask just enough to see your lips and he kissed you, leaving with a promise to do better. But cats were known to do whatever they wanted. “You know I’m not good like you, arañita.” His smile turns melancholy. “But you could be.” You insisted. “Give me the pouch.” “I can’t do that, amor.”

You huffed through your nose, jaw clenching, and you tried to snatch the bag from his hand as quickly as you could. Miguel was faster, his clawed hand grabbing you and forcing you to bend over the glass display of jewelry with your arm behind your back.

You grunted when your cheek met the hard glass and attempted to worm your way out of his hold. You feel Miguel lean over your body, his warm breath whispering next to your ear.

“I've thought about you like this. Maybe with a little less clothing.” He teases and chuckles when you stiffen.

“Miguel.” You warn lowly.

“It's been nice seeing you again, arañita, but I've got to run.” You hear a dull clanking sound along with a small whizz.

You felt rope like strings wrap around your body and arms and suction themselves to the glass he slammed you on, trapping you.

Shit.

You crane your head as much as you could to see Miguel take a step back away from you. Just for shits and giggles, he plucks a pair of earrings from a stand and places it inside his bag before raising his hand up at the ceiling window.

Miguel gives you a wink and a charming smile and his grappling hook zips out from his wrist, denting itself in the wall. It pulls him up and he pops the window open, successfully escaping without leaving a trace.

You groan and knock your forehead on the cold glass. With your strength, you pop the rope off you, stretching your arm and wrist out.

Police began to enter inside the building, their commotion and their comms going off and getting closer to you.

Collecting the ropes, you webbed yourself out through the same window Miguel used and closed it behind you. You tossed the ropes away and began swinging around, trying to sense any trace of Miguel.

“Dammit, kitty.” You mutter under your breath. You ignored the way your heart pounded as you scanned every nearby corner. The sight of him after so long sent flutters in your stomach. You ignored the lingering hot touch of his fingers around you, the weight of his body towering over yours. His hips that gently bucked up against–

You tumbled on the roof of a brick building. This was not how you wanted your night to go. You let out deep breaths, your arms and legs spread out as you lay on your back.

After a couple of minutes, you sat up. You ripped your mask off and rubbed the sleep out of your eyes. You felt a turmoil of emotions.

When Miguel had kissed you that night, it broke your heart. He felt so sure of himself to give you affection but at the cost of his disappearance right after. It hurt but you thought if he could turn his life around for the better, it'd be worth all the heartbreak and what ifs.

You stood up and placed your mask back on your head, your arm raising up to shoot a web when your spider senses alerted you of someone.

You turn around to see Miguel, half of his body in the shadows.

“I don't have the pouch so don't shoot.” He raises his hands in a mock surrender.

“Didn't you say you needed to run?” Your voice spits and Miguel nods.

“I also said it was nice to see you again.” He walks up to you, his hands gently placing themselves on your hips. You stand tall, not wanting him to know his effect on you. “So forgive me, I'm a little selfish. I wanted to see you one more time.”

“Why are you back?” You mumble. Why are you back in New York?

“I'm sorry, corazón. You know me. It's what I do.”

“So you lied to me.”

Miguel winces. “No. No, I didn't. I tried, believe me.” His hands squeeze your hips. “I tried for you but…it's not for me. This,” He gestures to himself, clad in black spandex and white fur. “This is who I am now. It's how I have to live.”

He cups your cheek, his thumb caressing your mask-covered face. He wonders what you looked like underneath. Were you as beautiful as your body? Your heart? He dreamed so. He knew so.

“I still don't believe that.” You whisper, leaning into his touch, hands slowly going around the back of his neck and he takes it as an invite to bring you closer.

“You're still so naive.” He murmurs.

“You said you liked that about me.” You quipped. Miguel chuckles.

“I did say that.”

You feel a smile creep up on your face, your heart feeling lighter at the sound of his laugh.

“Hopefully we'll cross paths more often now that I'm back in New York.” Miguel grins. “Te extrañe.”

“I missed you too.” You whisper. With your chest pressed up against his, you could faintly feel the rumble of him purring. Miguel's claws run under your throat, flicking up the fabric of your mask to expose just a bit of your neck as if wanting to lift it off. “But you know I have to turn you in for robbing.” You add.

“Hm. A shame.” He mumbles dismissively. He continues to ride up your mask and you let him. He stops at your nose and leaves it there, eyes focused on the way your lips parted. “Kiss for good luck?” He asks. His eyes glint when you licks your lips subconsciously.

“You’re pushing it, kitty.” You mumble back but your arms tighten around him. Miguel purrs at the pet name.

“Just one kiss.” He insists, leaning down to brush his lips against your mask where your forehead was. You tilt his head further down with your hand at the back of his head and he follows. With your guidance, his lips find yours and your heart skips a beat. Miguel tugs you closer by the waist, pressing your chest and hips together. His hands crawl up your spine while he tilts his head to deepen the kiss. You match his pace with your eyes closed while you feel his soft lump lips caressing yours. You didn’t know how long the kiss lasted–not when his hands roamed your body, squeezing you and devouring as much of your tiny moans as he could. Your hands curled up at the base of his neck while he swiped his tongue across your bottom lip. Gasping, you allowed him access but he pulled away. “I’ll see you next time, arañita.” Miguel whispers against your lips,the fangs of his teeth gently nibble on your top lip before he pulls away. He squeezes your waist, his touch lingering and aching to keep you near but he lets go. He takes a step back from you and jumps back into the night, the sound of his grappling hook zipping through the air faintly. You sigh, trying to slow down your heartbeat with a hand over your chest when suddenly you pause. “Dammit…” You huff and kick a pebble away from you.

a/n: black cat miguel o'hara if you can hear me, please save me, save me black cat miguel o'hara

#miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel x reader #miguel o'hara x you #atsv miguel #miguel o'hara #miguel spiderman #miguel spiderverse

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SWEET LORD-

Ma’am…..MAAM

Obedient

❒ Pairings: Dom Tengen Uzui W. Sub!Reader

❒ CW: BDSM Content, Bondage, Toys, Mentions of Overstimulation, Pet Names, Masochism & Pet Play (?)

❒ Note: This is my first ever fic I’ve written on here so please be kind to me! Likes and reblogs are appreciated! 🤍

“Sit up properly so I can see you, pretty. Yes, just like that.” He says while slowly leaning upwards from his lax position. You struggle at first due to how constricted you are but eventually prevail, giving Tengen the view he so desperately has been waiting to see.

Eyes glued to you and never wavering, he imagines vividly how pathetic you will look when begging and pleading for his cock to re-enter your drooling swollen cunt and how beautiful your choked back screams will sound when he finally gives in and shoves himself into you while inserting another one of his many outrageous toys inside of your ass. Call him a masochist but he absolutely craves your reactions. The more agonizing, the better.

The sound of your haggard breathing brings him back to the present, lavender eyes wide with imagination. “The gag suits you” he says while sporting a cheeky smile. You whimper in response which earns you a giggle. Look at how obedient you’re being for him, on your knees and practically leaving puddles of your own Pre-Cum and saliva on the ground below you.

You looked like a bitch in heat, ready to be fucked and licked at a moments notice yet obedient to a fault. Maybe it’s because you liked it or maybe it’s because you have been trained to be like this but either way, it’s fucking sexy and he has no complaints.

“You ready for me, doll?” He says while slowly tugging at the leash attached to your “Property Of Uzui” choker. He swore that if you had a tail and flappy ears, it would be wagging and flopping crazily. Seeing your eyes widen in excitement and everything else made his already demented mind go deeper to the dark side. If you’re this excited and obedient now, what wouldn’t you do?

As if an epiphany happened, Tengen slowly rises from his chair and stares down at you, collar in one hand and his other rubbing his chin. An idea so good it’s humiliating comes to mind. If you’re panting, wearing collars, obeying and wagging like a bitch in heat, why not treat you like one?

A smile so devious appears on his face, making you gulp. You knew he was known for things but something bubbled in the pit of your stomach. “Hey, doll….” He leans down to your eye level, free hand grasping onto your chin and thumb brushing against your bruised bottom lip. “Let’s go for a walk.”

#bark bark #woof woof bark #ladyts drabbles #kny smut #tengen uzui #tengen x reader #kny tengen #demon slayer tengen #tengen smut #uzui x reader #dom! tengen uzui #dom!tengenuzui

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Part 3? 👀👀

| CLICKED | PART: 2

ModernAU!SanemiShinaguzawaXAFABReader

TW: Narcissism, Threats, Mentions of Manipulation, minor violence, Mentions of Verbal Abuse, mentions of Mental abuse and Angst

“What? What the fuck did you just say?”

With the initial shock now gone, you slowly straighten yourself and a calm feeling washes over you. “Let’s break up.” You say while continuing to keep eye contact with him. At first, he laughed. Thinking it was just a joke but when he looked back at you to see your once angered face turn into an almost icy look, he stopped laughing. All of these years of dating and he’s never seen you like this nor heard you speak like this. He’s used to you being docile and letting things like his shitty mood and horrible playboy behavior slide so imagine the shock he felt when he seen that you were serious.

The silence between you too was deafening but you couldn’t careless. It was as if you were going through the five stages of grief but instead skipped to the in between of depression and acceptance. You didn’t know wether to laugh or cry but knew you were done. Done with the lies, the gaslighting, the constant feeling of walking on eggshells, all of it. You were no longer able to react to him and his antics. So now, you’re doing what you should have done years ago, breaking it off.

“Stop fucking with me.” He says with a half serious half humored tone. “You don’t want to leave me.” When he looked to see if you had reacted, he was met with the same icy look as before which made him straighten himself up. “You can’t. You have no where to go and no one to go to. Unless you have money to pack up your shit and leave my place, you’re stuck with me.” He says with a shit faced smirk. It quickly faded though once you started to pickup your purse and stand up from your seat. He didn’t like this.

“Then I’ll leave.”

He froze. You? Leave him? What the fuck was going on? The indifference wasn’t something he was used to. He would never admit it but he loved getting reactions out of you. Whether its distress, anger, sadness or even hatred, it gave him a thrill. He never imagined you pulling the plug and completely checking out of the relationship. You were supposed to be the submissive type. The type that was just happy to be there and not speak up, not this. This was not a part of the plan. THIS was not how he was about to be dumped.

“Really? You’re leaving me over some stupid fucking joke?” He says as he slams his hands on the table, making several people turn around. You don’t know what came over you but you didn’t even flinch. Instead, you looked over your shoulder and sighed. Your facial expression made him shudder and angered him at the same time. It wasn’t one of sadness or anger, it was one of pity and regret and he couldn’t handle being pitied.

“I’ll find a ride home and by the time you get back, me and my stuff will be gone.” You say while leaving the table. “Like hell it will be, Y/N. sit back down and talk to me!” He says through gritted teeth as he suddenly grabs your arm and snatches you backwards, almost causing you to fall. “Who the fuck do you think you a-“

As if something came over you, you instinctively swung around and threw a punch. It must of landed because you suddenly felt your arm being freed. As your right fist connected to the left side of his jaw, a pop could be heard across the restaurant which made everyone gasp and stand up. His face started to twist as the realization hits him that you damn near knocked him out and that you were never weak, just unwilling to stoop to his violent level.

Before he could get up, you were gone and security stepped in to remove him. You quickly left and as he was being detained, you could hear him screeching in the background insults and “you will be back, you always come back!” over and over again. You don’t stop though, you just hurry and try to make it back before he does.

It’s been almost two hours since and you’re almost fully packed. Memories good and bad flood your mind as you pick up the remains bags of the floor. You do one last look around before You quickly grab your bags, and start heading out the back. Your phone has been ringing off the hook since you left and you weren’t planning on giving him the time of day. You were tired of it all and the last thing you needed was to be manipulated into staying once again. This was it. This was the last time.

As you walk out the door, you spot a picture frame with the first photo you both took together years prior. You shake any thoughts of staying out of your head and proceed to close the door behind you. This was your fresh start and the beginning to a new and amazing life. Little did you know that your absence will be the beginning of the end for Sanemi.

#it’s depends #because this one didn’t get as much love as the first #nowhere’s library 📚#navis drabbles #kny drabble #modernau!sanemi

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