#🍑’s 2k milestone event

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Obanai + "If you keep saying my name like that, I'm not going to be able to hold back."

HNNNNNNNNNN now you've got me horny for snek boi.

OBANAI IGURO

"IF YOU KEEP SAYING MY NAME LIKE THAT, I'M NOT GONNA BE ABLE TO HOLD MYSELF BACK."

Peach's 2.k Milestone Event

CW: 18+ • MDNI • oral (F!receiving) • Obanai likes to bite

Truthfully, you couldn't recall the series of events that had led you to this point: pushed up, against the rough bark of a tree, the wood scraping against your exposed breasts thanks to the way the Hashira now knelt behind you, licking and nipping at the back of your bare thighs, had torn your uniform shirt straight down the middle.

"I-Iguro-san, p-please," you whimpered as you felt his sinful tongue drag up the sensitive inside of your thigh. You squirmed beneath his stony grasp, eager to see his face, now that it was clear he'd removed his bandages in order to tease you between your legs, but a sharp press of his hand against the small of your back made you yelp.

"Stop squirming," The Serpent Pillar's voice was sharp, as were the prick of his teeth against the delicate skin of your inner thigh, so very close to where you desperately wanted his mouth. "Or I'll stop and leave you right here."

You bit down on your lip to suppress the high-pitched, keening mewl threatening to disturb the still, dark night as your lover's tongue flicked teasingly against your dampened slit. Below you, the Serpent Hashira groaned, the sound gravelly and deep as he pressed his mouth harder against your sensitive folds, that sinful tongue of his flicking out to teasingly circle your entrance.

You couldn't stop yourself from grinding down against his face, grateful at the way the tree bark scraped against your breasts, providing you with some stimulation you were desperate for, given how your lover's hands were busy either holding you hostage against the wood or kneading the flesh of your ass as his mouth worked you closer and closer to your climax.

Another breathy moan blew past your lips as Iguro dipped his tongue into your entrance, your hips unable to stop from rolling against him as you tried to fuck yourself on the slippery appendage.

"Shut up with the moaning, or we're gonna get caught," he hissed, sucking your clit between his teeth in warning.

The move had the opposite effect on you, however, and your knees began to shake as Iguro began to circle your sensitive bud with his fingers in time with the thrusts of his tongue.

"Obanai," you moaned, head falling back as you helplessly bucked against his mouth.

But the Serpent Pillar paused, mid-thrust into your cunt. Because of the way he'd pressed you up against the rough wood of the tree he now tongue-fucked you against, you couldn't see the way his eyes blew wide, or how his length stiffened in his uniform pants.

But you did feel the shaky inhale of his breath against your cunt, and it made you grin.

"Keep saying my name like that, and I'm not gonna be able to hold back," was Obanai's only warning before his fingers dug harshly back into the flesh of your ass, resolving to make you cum no fewer than three times on his tongue before he'd decide what to do with you next.

Perhaps, this night, he'd finally make you his; but only if you kept saying his name in that same, breathy moan.

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Heyy, so I was wondering if you could do the "I'm gonna fuck all memory of him out of your head" nsfw for Sanemi? ty and have a great day lovely 🥰

ONLY YOU

SANEMI SHINAZUGAWA (NSFW)

PEACH'S 2.K MILESTONE EVENT

CW: explicit sexual content • MDNI • FWB (maybe toxic?? Idk) • titty slapping • slightly mean Sanemi • creampies • mentions of toxic cheating ex-bf • getting folded in half like a lawn chair • I think I blacked out while writing this • not proofread in the slightest

“I told you when we started this not to expect anything from me,” you were surprised at the way your voice remained calm and steady, even though internally, you felt anything but. “You’ve no right to get jealous over me going to see him.”

Him being your ex-boyfriend, whose apartment you’d just left after spending the night. You knew it was a mistake; you’d known it the second you let the asshole lay you down on his couch and felt the hard press of his cock against your upper thigh as he kissed you with those lips that were so warm and familiar.

Your intentions had been pure when you’d gone over there to collect the last few of your belongings that neither of you had realized he’d still had until a good three months after your breakup. But then he’d offered you a glass of wine, and the two of you sat on his soft, plush sofa — the sofa that used to be yours, just like that apartment; just like him — and got to reminiscing about old times. And then he’d looked at you with those eyes, so sad and so full of regret at the way he’d thrown a three-year long relationship out the window like garbage for the sake of some one-night stand on a work trip with a woman whose name he couldn’t even remember, and you’d caved.

Because really, it felt nice to pretend like nothing had changed, and that he would rock your world and then order Chinese food so the two of you could cuddle and watch some dumb movie while you ate; just like old times.

But everything had changed, and that apparently included your post-sex ritual of takeout and TV, because the moment he’d finished spurting his pleasure onto the curve of your ass, he’d tossed you your discarded shirt and said he’d see you around.

You tried to pretend like the fact he’d used you for a quick fuck hadn’t stung, but you’d walked out of your old apartment still feeling a little bruised.

But you sure as fuck weren’t about to let the quietly fuming, white haired, abrasive, jackass standing in your new living room make you feel worse than you already did; no chance in hell.

Said jackass was really your long-time friend, Sanemi, who, for the past three months, had been at your disposal as you sought to satisfy your urge to be fucked absolutely senseless on a regular basis. The two of you had been friends since college, and had spent the better part of your adulthood ignoring the sexual tension which mounted between you the more time you spent together, huddled away in the dingy corners of your university’s library to study, or late night dining hall runs when neither of you could sleep.

You’d kept in touch for a time, even after you started dating your ex, but admittedly, you hadn’t been the most exemplary friend to the hothead with the heart of gold.

But then, you’d found yourself single and alone in a brand new apartment with nothing but a pile of moving boxes full of memories youndidnt want to revisit and a mattress on the floor. So instead of unpacking, you choose to reach for your phone to shoot a text to your old college friend.

Sanemi agreed to meet up for coffee within minutes of you messaging him. Within a matter of hours, you found yourself back at your new home, face pressed down into your mattress and your ass in the air as you let yourself forget that there was a world beyond the feeling of Sanemi’s cock ramming into your desperate, sopping core.

Only after you’d been thoroughly filled by his cock and cum were you able to form a coherent thought, and so, you’d propositioned him with an offer for a friends with benefits situation — on the sole condition that no one caught feelings.

Sanemi hadn’t hesitated in agreeing, sealing the deal with a rough yet intoxicating kiss as he hooked both of your legs over his shoulders and took you again until you passed out from exhaustion.

Things had been running smoothly, with both of you holding up your end of the bargain — until a few weeks ago, when you’d casually mentioned that you were texting your ex again and Sanemi’s mood had soured considerably.

Not that his apparent jealousy had tempered him when it came time to reduce you to a sobbing, trembling mess beneath him — if anything, he seemed more committed to blowing your mind and back each time the two of you met up.

But you’d blown him off in favor of going to your ex’s only to end up leaving feeling emptier than ever. Only now, you somehow felt lower because beneath the judgmental irritation in his pretty, lavender eyes, Sanemi looked hurt.

“I don’t,” he said tightly, his arms folded tightly across his chest, those mouthwatering biceps rippling slightly. “I just don’t like getting ghosted without so much as a courtesy text.”

You winced, realizing that, in your haste to see your ex, you’d indeed forgotten to tell Sanemi not to bother stopping by. But you were feeling vulnerable and truthfully, you just wanted him to stop looking at you like a kicked puppy. Because, though it pained you to admit it, it broke your heart a little.

Perhaps Sanemi wasn’t the only one who was catching feelings.

But you weren’t about to admit any of that, and so you only mirrored his stance, crossing your arms and jutting your hip out, cocking your head at him. “Oh yeah? Then you won’t mind if your services aren’t needed tonight?” Guilt settled heavy in your gut like a stone as Sanemi deflated slightly at your jab.

That guilt wasn’t enough for you to resist taunting him a bit. “Because I’ve had all about I can handle for the day,”

Sanemi took the bait.

“I find that hard to believe,” he scoffed, his eyes running sensually over you as you stood there, defiantly glaring at him. “‘Cuz you’re not satisfied until you’re damn near passed out,”

He sauntered over to you until the heat rippling off his body threatened to burn you, too. A jolt of electricity shot down your spine as he leaned in close, his teeth grazing your earlobe as he whispered, “And babydoll, you’re still standing.”

Without warning, Sanemi’s arm shot out and wound around your waist, hauling you flush against him, your noses nearly bumping together. Your eyes fluttered shut at the gentle caress of his warm breath against your lips, awaiting one of his needy, bruising kisses of which you often found yourself daydreaming about.

But a kiss did not come; rather, Sanemi only spoke a promise that sent chills rippling over your skin and unleashed a flurry of butterflies in your stomach.

“I’m going to fuck all memory of him right outta your pretty little head.”

Unsurprisingly, Sanemi made good on his word; for not twenty minutes later, you found yourself draped over the back of your sofa, the silvery-blonde fucking you so deeply, you weren’t sure you even remembered your own name, even if you somehow still knew his.

The edge of your couch dug uncomfortably into the small of your back, and idly you wondered whether the force with which Sanemi was pounding into you would cause your spine to snap clean in half. If it did, you probably wouldn’t care; not when Sanemi had one of your legs lay flush against his torso, and the other wrapped tightly around his hips to desperately clinging on for dear life as his cock bullied in and out of your dripping cunt.

A warm, calloused hand teasingly traced up your stomach until it came to your breast, squeezing harshly as Sanemi savored how it jiggled beneath his palm with every bruising thrust of his hips against yours. Your eyes rolled back as Sanemi slapped the plush mound lightly around your nipple, a breathy moan falling from your lips as your walls clenched tighter around him.

“Fuck baby, you like that?” Sanemi’s gravelly voice called you back down to earth as his hand repeated the action on your other tit, a whine tearing from your throat. He chuckled at the way your cunt grew sloppier with every repeated smack against your chest. “Naughty girl.”

Sanemi’s lips latched around your stiffened nipple as his hand rose to pinch and roll the other between his fingers, the pace of his hips never faltering. “Tell me — fuck — sweetheart,” he ground out against your skin. “Did he make your pussy this fucking sloppy?”

As though to emphasize his point, Sanemi swiveled his hips harshly against yours, repeating the move over and over until your living room was filled with nothing but the sounds of your whimpers and the lewd squelching of your cunt.

“N-no,” you managed to stammer out, fingers digging harshly into his hair as Sanemi’s mouth sloppily danced to the valley between your breasts. He seemed please with this answer, as his other hand worked between your sweat-slicked bodies to work furiously at your clit.

“That’s right,” he growled. Sanemi pulled off you in favor of standing up, his cock reaching a spot even deeper within you as his thrusts grew sloppy. His grunts began to be tempered by a slight whine as he drew closer and closer to his climax, his thumb rubbing steady circles into the sensitive bundle of nerves between your thighs.

With a slight graze of his nail against your clit, you came apart around him with a scream, back arching impossibly higher as you howled his name. Sanemi rode you through the waves of your pleasure, the heavy smack of his balls against the underside of your ass guiding you back down to reality as you realized you still weren’t satisfied — you wouldn’t be, not until you felt him spill inside you only for him to fuck his seed right back into you.

“Sanemi,” you whined, your hands grabbing blindly for him, desperate to bring him closer.

Sanemi chuckled under his breath. “I know what you need, sweetheart. Don’t worry, I’m gonna give it to you.”

His hands were surprisingly gentle as it lowered the leg you had hooked over his shoulder and unlatched the other from around his waist. He tugged you forward slightly over the edge of the couch, bending your legs at the knees and pressing them back against your sides.

He was buried deep within you now, the new angle allowing the blunt tip of his cock to press against that one spot that made your toes curl, again and again. As your whimpers devolved into cries of overstimulated pleasure, Sanemi leaned down close to your face, his lips teasingly grazing yours as his pace quickened.

“And did you let him cum in your sweet little pussy, baby?” The look in his eyes almost would have been cruel, but it was undercut by the faintest trace of insecurity. “Do I have to fuck that out of you, too?”

But you were so lost in the post-orgasm haze that you did not answer; at least, not until Sanemi slowed the relentless pistoning of his cock into your spent cunt, and the resulting friction became intolerable.

“I asked you a question, princess.” Sanemi said mockingly, ducking his head to graze your throat with his lips, before giving a mighty thrust of his hips, as you cried out. “Answer me. Did he cum in you?”

“N-no!” Your answer was choked off with a hitched gasp as Sanemi resumed his previous pace, intent on reaching his end and giving you what you both wanted — your cunt, stuffed to the brim with him.

“Only you, Sanemi,” you blubbered, tears of pleasure and pain gathering in your eyes as your arms tightened around his shoulders, clinging onto him like he was salvation’s incarnate. “Only you get to cum in this pussy!”

Sanemi’s groans turned to low growls as his hips snapped against yours, the coil in his gut tightening as you continued to babble, only you only you only you only -

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*flops into the asks*

For the 2k requests again! may I request the fluff prompt of: Late-night pregnancy cravings

For: Kyojuro, Giyu, Sanemi, Tengen, Obanai and/or Yoriichi? 🥰

I'm a sucker for cute sweet paternal/pregnancy moments 🥹🥰😅

Thank you for the request!

PREGNANCY CRAVINGS

♧TENGEN UZUI♧

Peach's 2.k Milestone Event

CW: none, just fluff

The estate of the Sound Pillar was silent, save for the occasional faint snore of Suma, near your ear, as the young woman’s arm was draped snugly around your middle.

Your growing middle, that is.

You were the first of Lord Tengen's wives to fall pregnant, and the Estate was abuzz with excitement over the prospect that in just a few, short months, a tiny little bundle of joy would arrive for all of them to dote on.

Of course, none was more excited than your dear, Lord-Husband, who had dropped to his knees and sobbed upon hearing the news, tears of happiness nearly dampening your hair as sure as any rain shower as he'd tugged you in close to his chest. Once Suma had joined in on the tearful party, you looked as though you'd been dunked thoroughly in the Estate onsen.

You were far enough along that your kimonos had to be loosened to accommodate your growing belly. Truthfully, you didn't mind so much that your attire had seemed to shrink overnight, as it was far preferable to the first few months of your pregnancy, where you'd spent most of your time hunched over a bucket, unable to keep down even the soothing miso and ginger broth that Hinatsuru had labored over making for you.

In fact, you'd lost a bit of weight during those first couple of months; so much so, that Lord Tengen had been ready to haul you to his comrade's estate for an evaluation, when, just like that, your stomach stopped rioting against you and instead, you found yourself situated with a hunger that could not -- would not -- be tamed.

Speaking of said hunger, you thought as you tried to roll out of your wife's comforting embrace, gently, so you wouldn't stir her, you were starving. And you had the strongest craving for...well, you couldn't quite figure out what you wanted, but you were sure a quick perusal of the food supply at the other end of the estate would solve all of your worries.

Though pregnant, you still retained your kunoichi reflexes, so as swiftly as a fox, you slid out of Suma's arms, stuffing a pillow between them before the young woman realized she'd lost her cuddle buddy. With a deft silence, you padded over your other two wives, both sleeping soundly in their futons, and made your way on your tiptoes towards the kitchen.

Dawn was still over an hour off, and your husband had yet to return home from his latest mission, though you were not worried too much; he'd said not to expect him for at least another couple of days.

The estate kitchen was silent as you slid the door open, though, as if the child in your womb could sense where you were, your stomach rumbled so loudly, you were shocked that your wives didn't appear behind you, thinking a small earthquake had shaken them awake.

"Oh, hush you," you chided gently, pressing a hand against the growing swell of your belly. "I'm working on it."

You began to sift through the cupboards and ice box, searching for anything that would soothe the nagging hunger in your gut. Your eyes had just landed on a small glass jar of pink, pickled onions that made your mouth water when you felt a slight disturbance in the air behind you. You tensed only for a moment before relaxing, recognizing the musky scent of your husband's sweat, mixed in with the faintest hint of cherry blossoms.

"I didn't expect to see you up so early, Mama," the rich timbre of Tengen's voice was soothing as his warmth approached you from behind. You turned right as his hands found either side of your hips, your husband kneeling down before you to press his ear against the gentle curve of your stomach. "How are my girls this morning?"

You snorted, carding your fingers through the sweat-dampened strands of his silvery hair. "You don't know for sure whether it's a girl, husband."

Tengen's lips grazed over your belly button as he rained reverent kisses against the swell of your womb. "I'm tellin' ya, the heartbeat sounds like a girl's." He grinned. "Strong, too, just like her parents."

Tengen rested his forehead against where you grew his child for a moment, before standing, towering over you, though the hand he brought to rest against your cheek was gentle, as though you might break beneath his touch. "Now, why're you out of bed, gorgeous? You need your rest."

You nodded to the jar of pickled onions that had caught your eye the moment before the Sound Hashira had breezed into his home. "Baby's hungry, I'm afraid."

Tengen hummed in disapproval, as he began moving amongst the cabinets and pulling out various dishes and ingredients. "Why didn't you wake one of the other girls? You know they'd bend over backwards to help ya out -- you need your rest."

Your hand tugged on his sizeable bicep, trying to get him to put down the wok he'd produced so that he could go rest. "For the same reason I don't want you cooking -- you all need your rest. I'm fine."

But your little tugs had no effect on the man as he turned away from the iron stove to kiss you, once on the nose. "Hey, if my girls' are hungry, it's daddy's job to provide."

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Tanjiro + "It's after midnight, what are you doing?" "You said you were feeling down."

One request for the sunshine boy, coming up!

Peach’s 2k Milestone Event

Though most of the world around you was winding down for the night, you were still curled up on your couch, so very tired and yet so unable to sleep.

You had tried everything to trick your brain into thinking it was time to enter dreamland; you’d turned off all the lights in your apartment, save for a single strand of string lights. You’d made yourself a cup of sleepytime tea, the mug now sitting on your coffee table, its contents having long-since turned cold.

You’d even turned your phone off after bidding your boyfriend, Tanjiro, a forlorn goodnight an hour earlier. Not that the sweet, kind boy you’d been dating for just shy of three months hadn’t noticed you seemed a little off — he’d called you as soon as he got off work, and you two had chatted for a bit about how you just felt down this time of year.

You felt the telltale prickle of tears begin to sting your eyes as you tugged your knees tighter against your chest, arms locking around your legs as you tried to hold yourself together.

A single, traitorous tear had finally managed to escape down your cheek when a knock at your door split through the silence of your apartment.

You almost ignored it, but then the knock repeated, impatient and demanding. With a slight groan, you unfolded yourself from your seat in the living room and made your way towards your door, wiping the evidence of your tears from your face as you readied yourself to slip the mask of perfectly fine back over your features.

As you passed your small kitchen, you noted the time reflected on the digital clock on your oven. 12:16 AM.

Perhaps it was your neighbor, who’d found herself locked out of her apartment yet again, and needed the spare key she’d entrusted you with the first time it had happened, several months earlier.

With a sigh, you peered into the small keyhole to see not the old woman who lived down the hall, but a much more familiar, much warmer pair of maroon eyes blinking dolefully at you.

“T-Tanjiro?” You unlocked the door and swung it open, revealing your boyfriend standing on your small welcome mat, his weight shifting from foot to foot.

“It’s after midnight,” you remarked, standing aside to let him into your apartment. He brushed by you, a hand coming out to graze against your hip as he passed, the touch comforting and warm, just like him.” What are you doing?”

He must have come straight from work, his uniform a little rumpled, and his shoulders slumped with his exhaustion. But his eyes were alert and full of that gentle concern that tugged at your heart as he looked over you, a frown pulling at the corners of his pretty mouth.

“You said you were feeling down,” he said simply, and his hands reached for you to pull you in against his chest. “And I wanted you to know that you weren’t alone.”

In an instant, you melted under the warmth of his body against yours and the gentleness of his words. Wrapping your arms around his lower waist, you held him tight, allowing the weight of your sadness wash over you and finally, finally feeling sleepy now that Tanjiro was here, holding you.

His lips pressed against the top of your head. “Let’s try and go to sleep, okay sweetheart?”

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♤PEACH'S 2.K EVENT♤

FOLLOWER'S CHOICE

pick a teaser from one of the following WIPs to be released this month (between 500 and 1k words). I will then let you all decide whether that teaser is NSFW or SFW. Note that SEASONS IN LOVE is the only WIP that will not be NSFW at all.

Think carefully about your choice! There are only so many NSFW teasers I can give without giving them all away, as is the case with the scenes. Whatever you choose, it will be something that I have to write still -- so be mindful!

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