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peachdues · 9 months

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I Want You, I Need You (NSFW)

Requested for Sanemi x Y/N • Rengoku x Y/N • Giyuu x Y/N by @stuckinthewrongworld

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CW: explicit sexual content for all three. Sanemi is princess slut in this. Rengoku is an angy boy (some mild hate-fucking). Giyuu is emotional. Condoms are non-existent, cre @ mpies all around. Exhibitionism in Sanemi’s (more like public sex), and hurt/comfort in Giyuu’s. MDNI. Read below the cut.

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Sanemi

Sanemi Shinazugawa hated quickies with a passion. He much preferred to have his girlfriend spread out over his chosen piece of furniture, completely at his mercy, where he was free to take as much time with her as he wanted, thank you very much.

But then his girlfriend had strode into his apartment wearing that fucking dress for his office’s charity gala, the satin one that clung to every dip and curve of her just fucking right, and Sanemi’s mouth had gone dry.

Even an hour after arriving, Sanemi is still struggling to conceal the hardness in his tuxedo pants that grows ever more demanding with every passing second.

It doesn’t help that half the men and women in his office keep eyeing Y/N like she was a goddamn meal and they haven’t eaten in days.

Y/N certainly hadn’t fucking helped his predicament when she’d slid past him to grab a drink from the bar, only for her ass to brush against his stiffening length. She’d frozen for a moment, surprised at just how tightly wound her boyfriend had been, but then the little succubus had ground the supple curve of her ass back against him once, and Sanemi nearly came in his pants.

One look at her devilish smirk had him closing his hand around her wrist and practically tugging her through the throng of his subordinates and co-workers gathered at the museum, to find somewhere — anywhere — private where he could give it right back to her.

Sanemi had found such a secluded corner in the back of coatcheck, and had wasted no time in pushing Y/N up against the farthest wall from the entrance and shoving the long skirt of her dress aside. He’d been pleased that the one she’d selected to wear that evening had a daring little slit that went nearly to her thigh — it’d made pulling that scrap of lace she called a thong to the side all the easier.

“D’you want me, baby?” He’d snarled in her ear as he shoved his fingers between her thighs to run them over her damp slit, pleased that she was just as turned on as he.

Y/N’s eyes were wide with lust, and she let out the sexiest fucking high-pitched mewl ever to grace Sanemi’s ears, nodding enthusiastically.

“Good,” he’d growled, fumbling with the opening of his tuxedo pants as he shoved them down just far enough to release his fully erect length, red and leaking in demand as he brought it against her slick, euphoric heat. “‘Cuz I fuckin’ need you.”

And that was how the couple found themselves in the back of the museum’s coat room, tucked behind the last rack of fancy coats and scarves, Y/N pressed against the wall and her thong pulled to the side while Sanemi thrust savagely up into her.

It was true, he hated quickies — but something about the thought of taking Y/N to a secluded corner and fucking her senseless while the threat of being caught loomed, made Sanemi’s cock even harder than it already was, plunging in and out of her satiny heat.

And given the lewd squelching of Y/N’s cunt as his cock drives in and out of her at record pace, it seemed his girlfriend would be inclined to agree with him; this was fucking hot.

“Your pussy is so fuckin’ perfect,” Sanemi grunts in her ear as he pushes her thigh back firmly against the wall they’re braced against. “And all wet for me.”

Y/N’s hands greedily roam the planes of his torso, concealed beneath his tuxedo shirt. She opens her mouth to respond when the motion-sensor hall light outside of the coat room clicks on, voices of museum patrons not too far away.

The voices draw nearer as Sanemi’s thrusts grow sloppier and Y/N clenches tighter around him. Her pretty lips fall open in a perfect “o” and Sanemi knows she’s about to start making those high-pitched, breathy moans she always makes just before she cums.

As much as it pains him, he frees his hand from its grip under her thigh and closes it over her mouth, stifling the sounds as they begin to bubble up her throat.

But that hand had been keeping her leg pinned to the wall, and Y/N is too fucked out of her mind to keep it up herself. Her foot comes to rest back on the floor, leg wobbling precariously in her strappy heels as she tries to hold herself upright.

Unfortunately for Sanemi, their new position now causes Y/N’s succulent cunt to clench him even tighter, and Sanemi knows he’s only a few pumps away from unloading into her warmth, and those damnable voices are still getting closer.

Of fucking course they chose to duck behind the rack that housed the coat this particular guest needed right fucking then.

Sanemi brings his lips to the back of the hand he has covering Y/N’s mouth, his teeth breaking his skin as he bites down in an effort to keep his groans in check. The sight, is apparently too overwhelming for Y/N, because suddenly the walls of her velvety cunt are spasming around him, and the only part of her eyes Sanemi can see are the whites as they roll back into her head with the force of her orgasm.

Her legs quiver beneath him and the vibration sends Sanemi hurtling over the edge, his eyes squeezing tight as his cock spurts within Y/N’s honeyed core.

“Ah, here we are, ticket 1915! For Mr. Ubayashiki!” The coat check attendant chirps.

Sanemi’s eyes fly open at the name. The coat rack he’d taken Y/N behind was not just any coat rack.

No. It was the rack for his fucking boss. And now, his boss and the poor attendant, who most certainly is not being paid enough for his services, are about to be exposed to Sanemi Shinazugawa’s bare ass while he’s in the middle of unloading inside his girlfriend.

In a last-ditch, desperate attempt to preserve what remains of his tattered dignity, Sanemi blindly grabs a handful of coats and shoved them forward, praying to whatever gods there might be that Mr. Ubyashiki’s is near the front.

Whether by dumb luck or divine intervention, the coat check attendant does not need to dig too far in the rack to find Mr. Ubayashiki’s coat. The footsteps pad away and both Sanemi and Y/N look to one another and exhale against his hand, relaxing in relief.

Sanemi waits until the coat check attendant flips the light of the room off before he dares to pull out.

“Shit, sorry,” Sanemi tries to brush a bead of his cum that accidentally drops onto the side of Y/N’s dress as his seed begins to trickle down her thighs. His softened cock still hanging out of his pants, Sanemi grabs a small handkerchief from his pocket and reaches between his girlfriend’s quivering legs to wipe away the excess, before fixing her thong. “You okay?”

Y/N nods, a delicate blush on her cheeks as Sanemi tucks himself back into his pants. Her hands flutter up to her hair, smoothing it down before she gasps, fingers flying to her lips.

“How’s my lipstick?” Y/N worries, grabbing his hand and forcing Sanemi to look closely at that sinful mouth of hers.

The outline of her lips still has traces of red that is slightly smudged, but the pillowy softness of her lips are her natural color.

In other words, Y/N looks as though she’d just been thoroughly kissed.

“Oh no,” Y/N’s eyes widen as mortification begins to settle over her.

But Sanemi came prepared.

“Ah, ah,” he tuts, reaching into the pocket of his pants to withdraw the small black tube containing his girlfriend’s chosen lip color for the evening. He feels a smug sense of pride at the way her shoulders visibly relax, a relieved smile spreading across her lips.

Y/N moves to take her lipstick from his hand, but Sanemi pulls it back, a mischievous grin tugging at the corners of his mouth as Y/N furrows her eyebrows at him in question.

“Part your lips for me, darlin’,” he murmurs, and his pride multiplies at the way Y/N’s cheeks turn pink, her eyes darting from the hand clutching the tube and back to him.

Slowly, Y/N’s sensual lips part, and Sanemi uses his free hand to grip her gently — but possessively — under her chin to hold her still. Still holding the lipstick in his hand, he leans in and slants his mouth over hers, his tongue darting quickly between her relaxed lips to stroke her own. He feels himself begin to harden once more at the soft, surprised gasp that he swallows as his tongue licks the roof of her mouth before he pulls away once more.

Seamlessly, Sanemi pops the lid of her lipstick off with the same hand he holds it with, and brings the rouge to her mouth, gently patting the pigment against her still-parted lips as he’d seen her do countless times before.

Y/N’s eyes never leave his face, and though Sanemi is fixated entirely on her mouth, he knows that were he to look, he would see the same renewed heat for him in her gaze as he feels stirring in his blood.

Fuck, he loves her. He thinks he should marry her.

Finally, Sanemi steps back, satisfied with his job, closes the tube, and slips it back into his pocket.

“You’re fuckin’ gorgeous,” Sanemi shakes his head, hand reaching to take hers gently in his as he leads her back to the main floor of the museum. “Thank god you’re wearin’ white.”

Y/N squeezes the fingers interlaced with hers and Sanemi looks back to see that glint in her eye — the one that means trouble for him.

“When we get home — payback.” She promises, and Sanemi nearly hauls her ass out of the gala right then, knowing that “payback” meant Y/N would be tying his arms and legs to the posts of his bed and riding him ten ways to Sunday.

Just as the two cross the threshold back into the main gallery, Sanemi slips his hand against her ass and squeezes, roughly. “Bring it on, baby.” He taunts.

This time, it’s Y/N who turns on her heel, grabs his arm, and tugs him behind her, Sanemi smiling with abandon the whole way to the car.

Rengoku

“I don’t know what you want, Rengoku.” Y/N’s voice was hard, even as her eyes stung with the burn of unshed tears. “You’re a riddle I can’t figure out how to decipher, and I’m done trying.”

With that, Y/N turned away and made to leave his apartment for good. She was tired — so very tired of never being his priority; of him choosing anyone and anything but her. Whether it was his father, his brother, his job, his friends, or those boys he mentored, Y/N had grown tired of being relegated to the bottom of Rengoku’s list. He’d exhausted all of her resources, always stringing her along with lofty promises that he cared for her, that she was important to him, and yet she never found herself being used as anything but a last resort.

He wouldn’t even commit to dating her, for God’s sake. And so, she was done.

She’d just managed to wrench the front door open when a large hand shot past her head and slammed it shut once more. Y/N’s mouth opened in indignation, ready to curse the man at her back, but his other hand closed around her upper arm, whipping her back around before his mouth slams down over hers, angry and desperate.

She didn’t kiss him back at first, her thoughts too jumbled and her heart too angry, but Rengoku’s fire had always raged too hot, had always consumed everyone and everything that crossed his path. Y/N was no different; she’d burned for him from the start.

And so, Y/N finds herself giving in to his fervid lips and roaming hands, the anger they both felt charging the air around them, adding a further level of heat to their combustible romance.

“I want you,” Rengoku growls against her neck, as he makes quick work removing her sweater, and then her dress, the heat of his hands branding her bare skin, marking her as his. “I want you.”

Y/N only moans in response, any coherent thought left in her head dissolving as Rengoku’s teeth nip across her breasts, as he pushes her up against the door she’d tried to leave out of — tried to leave him.

Y/N’s hands are greedy as she unbuckles Rengoku’s belt and fumbles with the button of his trousers. She heaves a wanton sigh when her fingers slip past the fabric and connect with the thatch of coarse hair and heated steel within, his cock heavy and throbbing in her hand. Rengoku’s deep groan has her wetness dampening her underwear, and the two tear the last shreds of fabric from the other, frantic to feel.

“I want you.” He repeats, again and again.

Rengoku hauls her up against the door, and her legs wrap easily around his hips because this is a waltz they’ve danced so many times before. He does not bother to use his fingers to prepare her, far too enraptured in his own desire to wait to sheathe himself within her any longer.

“I want you,” his teeth nip at her bottom lip, demanding she open up to him, as his tip presses against her throbbing entrance. “And I fucking need you, Y/N.”

As his tongue slides into her waiting mouth, Rengoku buries his cock within her, and Y/N doesn’t care if she will always be his last resort, not if he’ll keep fucking her like this.

His hips ruthlessly snap in and out of her and fuck, she loves it, loves the way he knows how to fuck her just right so that she’s a whimpering, moaning mess. She loves him. He is pounding melody into her that only he knows, her spine digging into the hard surface of his front door which rattles in its setting. Vaguely, Y/N is aware that everyone on the street can probably hear the way she screams his name, can hear his animalistic snarls and grunts and moans as he whispers how fucking perfect she is and how good she feels clenching around him.

“Stay,” he beseeches her, in between the sharp, thrusts of his cock into her heat, so deep that she fears he will be able to imprint himself on her very soul. “Stay. With me.”

Y/N’s legs tighten around his hips as Rengoku’s hand shoves between their bodies to connect with her aching clit. It only takes him one, two circles and a gentle press of his thumb to have Y/N coming apart around him, giving herself fully into his relentless fire that she knows, deep in her heart, she will never escape.

“You’re mine,” Rengoku growls in her ear, her release coating his groin and making the sounds of his skin slapping against hers wetter, more obscene. “Say it.”

Y/N only cries out, her cunt a sloppy mess as the thrust of Rengoku’s hips into her grow more forceful as his release nears.

“Say it,” beneath his possessive snarl is the edge of desperation, as though he knows she already has one foot out the door that he now fucks her against.

“Y-yours,” she says feebly. “I’m yours, ah, Rengoku.”

Her oath is all Rengoku needs to unleash his seed within her, his hips giving one last mighty slam up before stilling, a loud, deep groan of her name reverberating in her ears as he presses his body flush against hers.

She wishes she could regret it, but she’s long-since resigned herself to the whim of her heart.

And so, Y/N stays.

Giyuu

Y/N finds that sleep evades her most nights.

At least, such is the case here, at the end of her life.

When she was eighteen, twenty-five had seemed so very far away; almost intangible. Not real, not attainable.

At the time, she’d not given it much thought. The Star Hashira had no ties, no bonds, that’d survived until the sun rose and they emerged victorious. So when that silvery, six-pointed star appeared right between her brow, she’d not mourned her fate. After all, it hadn’t even been certain they would win at all.

She’d lost consciousness before Tanjiro had temporarily become a Demon himself, and she woke up a month later with most of her friends dead. Of the Hashira who’s fought, only three survived — herself, and the Wind and Water Pillars.

She’d respected both of them, though she’d not been particularly close to either. But shared trauma can form bonds just as sure as any other experience, and so, she’d grown close with both men upon their respective reawakenings.

Sanemi’d grown to be a close older brother-figure, a steadfast and warm presence in her life, even if he still bore traces of that occasional hot-headedness. But his mark had claimed him three years prior, and with him, he’d taken half of her remaining heart.

The other half, however, belonged to the raven-haired man sleeping soundly beside her in their futon, beautiful and serene.

Though, it wouldn’t be fair to say that he’d come to possess the entire half of her heart — he now shared it with the sleeping toddler in the next room, the spitting image of her father, though she’d inherited Y/N’s eyes.

By some miracle, Giyuu’s mark hadn’t activated even during that final battle, meaning that he’d passed his 25th birthday with ease, welcoming their first — and now, only — child shortly after.

They hadn’t been close at the time Y/N’s mark appeared, nor had he’d noticed during that final battle, given how light and delicate that cursed star had been.

It was perhaps selfish of her to not tell him her fate, but then again, she hadn’t meant to fall in love with him.

Y/N rolled over in their blankets to face her sleeping husband. He lay on his back, head tilted towards her, with the most peaceful expression upon his lovey face. He was as bare as she, though she’d recently taken to wearing his haori after they’d finished their more physical activities, Y/N claiming that she’d desired nothing more than to be enveloped by his scent.

That’d been true — but moreso because she wanted to etch the smell of home into every cell within her. It was why she’d spent so many mornings with her nose buried in her daughter’s hair, as she held her close.

Perhaps the gods would be kind enough to allow her to take these treasured mementos with her to the afterlife, when death came to call in its debt.

How could they have imagined the price of their victory?

Y/N could feel the panic within her begin to bubble and churn, as the deadline on her life drew ever closer — now, a mere two months away. If she could not get the howl of her despair to quiet, she’d risk waking Giyuu and causing him to worry. He is already beginning to stir, his Hashira-trained instincts responding to her palpable restlessness.

But Y/N knows how to conceal her anguish. She lifts her hand to gently caress the side of her dearly beloved’s face, who grunted in response to her touch. Slowly, she let her hand trail downward, fingers tracing teasingly along elegant slope of his nose, to the sensual pout of his lips.

As she grazes his lower lips, Giyuu, barely conscious, presses gentle kisses against her fingertips, and Y/N nearly dissolves into tears.

Still, she lets her hand continue to trace along the well-traveled plains of his body. Her fingers brush against the edge of the blanket draped over his lower hips letting them linger teasingly.

“Y/N,” Giyuu’s voice is rough with sleep, but the corded muscles of his abdomen flex beneath her touch.

“I want you,” Y/N breathes as her hand slipped beneath the covers of their futon to grip his growing hardness. She leans over and brushes her lips against the hollow of his throat, and let her tongue trail teasingly down his sternum.

Giyuu’s response is a low growl, as he grabs her by the jaw, pulling her up to kiss her roughly, greedily, before flipping her onto her back and covering her with his body, alive and eager for her after a few gentle caresses.

Her legs part easily to accommodate Giyuu’s hips as they come to a rest against hers, his length brushing against her heated cunt so deliciously that neither can help moaning in unison.

As Giyuu aligns his tip with her entrance, Y/N brings her lips to his throat, teeth nipping at that sensitive spot just above his adam’s apple.

“I need you,” she whispers, and Giyuu slides home in a single, fluid motion, the tendons in his neck tightening in his restraint.

But Y/N does not want him to be restrained. She wants him to feel her love, so that maybe, just maybe, he won’t hate her when the time comes, in a matter of weeks, when she does not awaken beside him.

She hooks her leg around Giyuu’s backside and flips them, her hips dropping effortlessly down his length as she begins to ride him, her husband’s head falling back against his pillow in bliss. His hand comes to rest against her waist, steadying her, though he allows it to wander to her breasts or to squeeze at her ass every so often.

As she increases the pace of her hips, dropping and rolling and grinding against him, so too, does the frequency of the noises which fall from her beloved’s mouth. Y/N savors the breathy moans and whines and grunts that Giyuu makes as he begins to buck up into her, shamelessly chasing his own release.

She loves it when he’s as needy for her as she is for him.

Giyuu’s fingers find that bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs and they swirl and press against her in a way that has her head falling back, his name a prayer on her lips. She wants him to come with her, so she braces her feet flat against their futon, bouncing herself up and down the length of his cock, shiny with her slick, because she knows he likes to watch himself disappear in, and out of her.

The walls of her core tighten around him, and Giyuu finds nirvana first, his head thrown back and a loud moan for her tearing from his throat. The sight leads to her own undoing, with Y/N free-falling off the precipice of her pleasure after him, her cunt seizing around him as though he was her lifeline.

Giyuu has a sleepy smile on his face as his hips roll lazily up into her, his hand coming to stroke the soft part of her belly as he muses that perhaps this time his seed will take again, and they can give their daughter a new sibling.

She doesn’t have the heart to tell him she’s been taking a tea that will prevent that from happening, ever since she’d passed her 24th birthday. It would seem too cruel to risk dying in childbirth, potentially taking their unborn child with her.

In truth, she was secretly glad to have had their precious daughter before Y/N was forced to leave him. Not only was the little girl the beautiful, physical manifestation of her parent’s love, but she would serve as her father’s anchor to life, here.

If that made Y/N selfish and wicked, then so be it. She’d never claimed to be good.

But damn, if she hadn’t hoped for more time.

As she collapses against her husband’s chest, spent and satisfied, as his hand comes up to delicately trace over her spine, she feels the familiar prickle of tears behind her eyelids. She buries her face deeper into her husband’s neck, hoping his scent will steady her as it so often does.

Giyuu murmurs against her forehead how much he loves her, how much he cherishes her and their family, and the tears begin to fall. She hopes she can pass off the droplets gathering on her cheeks as the product of pleasure or happiness, rather than that of the cold despair and bitter sorrow she feels as her end draws near.

But then again, they’d been running on borrowed time anyways.

I hope you enjoyed your weekly addition of slutty-angsty-pain with yours, truly.

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chuuyanaurkahara · 1 year

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The Shrenaissance, by my sister and me:

An: omgggg haiii guyyyysssss✌️🤗 thankyew ferrr reddin my stroy❤️❤️❤️🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥺🥺🥺🥺 luttssss of live🇬🇧😔🙏✌️✌️

Chaptit uno

“Omgggg nooooo!!” Creamed y/n. 😱 “What?” Yelled lord fartquaq 😈😈😈 “I’m going to sell you to people becuz your super peretty” the guards grabbed me ass I cried sadly. “ “noooo don’t sell meeee🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺, I get that I have light brown with blonde streaks hair, and pink eyezzzz with greEn polka dotzzz and purlbees zigzaddy lines, And I’m not like ovvfer gworlzzzZZz 👉👈😔🪳🥵 butt please don’t sell me into salvery😭😭😭😭”.

“Too late fer dat” yelld lord lord farquag 🖤🤬🪓🔥🔥🔥🔥😞😞😞.

“Auaaaaaaaaaah” y/n cried scradely 💀💔💔.

Before y/n knew it she was in the fairytale slvarey market ⛓⛓⛓with mean evil wiches 🧙♀️ named tiffany and Brittany( an: heckkkku tifff and britit u r buwwwies and No wun like u 😡) who were to sell me to the p3d0 muffin man. The muffin c@me running at me with a wot of munneee 💸💸💸💸🤑🤑🤑 in his thiccc beefy hamdsss. When alof zA suoddenn a loud Scottish 🏴 seccsy voice boomed out “noooooooo I will not let u buy this gurlll!!!!!👿👿👿🤬🤬🤬”

Chabit deux

I luuk uup at dis green 💚💚💚, kinda hot monster. He had a giggachad chin, a total dad bod which is hot 👈🥵 and two ears that pointed east and west (the two most hottest directionz 🧭🥵🥵🥵🥵) that remind me trumpetttts. In his deep, angy scootish accent “let herr go laddy befure I ootuerly PUCK you up.” The guards all run avvay 🏃♂️🏃♀️ He grasped the cage lid and ripped it open, he took me by the hand and lifted me like a bride (AAAAAHHHHHHHH 😫😩😫😫😫) he looked down at me with his bruun orbs 🤎🪳 and I to his with my blu 💙eYes. And he said “you’re safe now, Y/N” “cum with meh to Zach svanmp y/n”

Chabbir tree

Y/n gazed at the back of shreks head as he lead her to his swamp💚💚💚 “dadd-…I mean shrek, why did you rescue me?”🤔🤔

“Because, y/n I just…..f-f-feilt loike aye shed” Shrek said. Y/n cried tears out of her pisssss yellerrr saucers 😭😭😭, which gleamed in the morning sun. Shrek gazed in y/n’s eyes 👀 with the essence sad sorrow “Etts owkeh y/n I weallll protectchu”💯💯💯☝️😿😿😿 “shrek!?😫😫😫” y/n whispered. “Yesh y/n I am here ferr yuh”. “O-o-okk-k” y/n chattered shyly.

Shrek and y/n made eye contact that lasted for 4 hours, ⏰⏰⏰ every second they blushed a darker shade of red until the couldn’t take it anymoooreh🫣🫣😫. Y/n’s eyelids were slowly fluttering closed 😴😴😴as the sun set, she wuzz abutt to collapse when Shrek caught her before she fell of a scary emo cliff🖤🖤🖤 wiff sharp Goffic rocks at the bottom👹🤡👺😈. shreiekle caught y/n and her THICC booty sheekss squished 🍑 against the larg moosculiar bikeppzzz. “Shrek?” Muttered y/n in her sleep. “ y/n I wee tahke you home” Shrekkler carried y/n down a moonlit path to his swamp😏😏😏

Chubber frour

(A.N so in dis stowwee Feowner doesn’t exist so shwexk is knowt sheatinq on hewww)

Y/n woke up at 2 am in sherk s lether bed. Since shreks swamp couldn’t support electricle which meant Shrek had to light a buncha campbells 🕯🕯🕯🕯. The candelllas set a hawt golden staemy mood for y/n and she felt so exhilaratingly semexely.🫣🫣🫣

When sussendly she felt a huge braeth on the back of her mekc, she turned around and Shrek was lying right nevst to her.😏 He was awake and just layin der staring at y/n’s lime green ayballs 👀

Y/n moved her arm to feel Shreks cheek wen she realized she was completely nekid. 💦🥵

“Shrek whore are mai cwoves” y/n blushed 😳shit browm “o irm soorrrry aboot theht, but when I carrying yeh holm yoh feill ootah my Erms and into a deep peddle”

There was a moment of silence and then y/n climbed on top of Shrok in the sexy way and arched her 2 mile wid arse.😈😫

Shrek flipped her over on the beed (🐝cuz shreee likes to be doominant 😏🥵🥴)

Thert Wes wen y/n realized Shrek was niked

Too. Y/n look down at shreks sausig 🍆💚and was severely turned un to see it was 2 feert lung. “Shrek,… are you sure about this?? 👉👈😫😫 y/n asked hottly.

Withought sayinq antyfing Shrek put his thingy in her you know wut. And they fugded fer 50 hours. 😫🥵😳🥺😍😏🥴

Choooop fiff

Y/n woke up and she could barely get out uv

Beb because off how sore her cooter was 😖, butt shi got op anywayzz. When she went to da baffwoom it huwwt so bad to pee but after she ped and went to wipa her hoochie 🧻

Buttt the the toilet pappir was gweenis 🥦 amb smelled like unyuns 🧅🧅🧅.

Y/n was shookered. She knew it wusnt his cum 🐝cuz he had shot sum on her last night and it was bright yellow. 💛

Y/n scerdly crept oot of da barfroom 😰

“S-Shrek.. “ y/n said “yerhh?” Shrek responded “wen I went pii it was bright green and smelled lik unions, so you know wat it ees?” Y/n said shyly 🦨🦨🦨

“O….. urmh sooo…. Ummmm” Shrek said nervously” 🫣😓😬 y/n stard at hem pleadingly🥺🥺🥺 “ soo ummm I might hev mehbeh peesssed in you” Shrek blurted out

Y/n’s picht blak ayes filled with tears.🥺

Chillie sex

Y/n tan oot if the swamp cring 😭😭👀 “how cood sHreik do this to meeeeeee she wpet. When all of the sudden she sooped in her traks when she sa a hawt gray beefy dunkey.🥵🥩 “aye chihuahua grill, what’s ring mamasita” the dunkler said loodly “ SHREP AND I SID THE SMEX AND HE PESSED INMY VIRGINIA 🪳🪳🪳“ y/n scream as she fell to the floor and a waterfall of shreks voluminous saucy piizz flooded out of her biscuit 😱😱😱💚🍑🥓.

“Hot diggity dog grull, dat sux” dinky tan over to cumfart y/n 🥺🥺🥺 when all of lord fromagedart’s men ran at them with giant speeerzzz🔪🔪🔪. The p3d0 muffin was there too and he jumped on y/n and snd stared drinking the Shrek pii out off her tumbel tunnel and then he rapped her

“Aaaueguurriiureeeeeee” y/n scremed as he thrust his toes into her 🦶🦶🦶

“HOLY MOTHER OF WAP” doonkey sheeked 😱😱😱in mecksican horre. Than he strated too kik everone in da faces With his juicy paws. Then dlunker hippity hoped over to y/n and she scardle climed on his bac into the sunset 🌮🇲🇽🌯🌮

Chipter Steven

Y/n and donker made safley to donkees krib. Y/n was still necked and her huge b♾B$ were nonconformist and boonsing seggsisly in da wimd. Donkey stred down at them from his 9’11. Height “ dam girl those bvvbs are hawter den abuelita’s chili. “Y/n was super trimmed om 👉👈😏 “dang shawty” she said trying impress him with her Italian. “Woah girl it sound like you wanna fiesta in my cama” dinky said putting f boy face 😗😎😎🪳 “fiesta salsa qinceñera™️” 👉👈😚 y/n sang so anjeliclee that brids started swarming aroond her tamales 🌮🌮😏 dunkin picked y/n up in he’s beefy erms and brought her into his bed. danky climed on top of her and right as he slid a cundom on Shrimp busted through dikiys door “WET AR YEH DOIN IN HIS SWAMPPP😭😭😭” Shremk scrammed. “I can eggsplain” said y/n. But donkey had enough of the dramma and start fuugin her right there 😤😫 donkeys pp what’s three feet long and tres feet wide🍆 song y/n couldn’t keep talking when he was thrusting at her going 10,000 mph. But not all of Shreks peese had come out of her that day and since it had no where else to leave from shreks pee went up y/n’s throaght and straight into her lunges and y/n strated to drowm. 😱😭😱😭🪳Shrek pushd dlunker offff y/n and held her corpse in his big beefy armes, he realized she died and closed her silver eye’s eyelids. 🥺🥺🥺

Two days later donkey was a convinted feline fro murder 🔪🗡🩸😩 and they had y/n’s funeral all of the kingdom showed oop and cured a lot.😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

FIN oui oui

OMG THIS IS SO GREAT I LOVE THIS. /serious

there should be more stories like this in the world, they're so fun to read in my opinion. thank you for sharing this!

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