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Possessive Giyuu who can't stand the fact Tengen keeps flirting with you, his favourite kakushi / nurse.

Possessive Giyuu who is a lil bit yandere and a lil bit delusional and fuck you hard, to remind you who you belong to.

Possessive Giyuu who makes sure you can't walk the next day and your whole body is full of hickeys.

You're his, and you would do damn well to remember it.

- Beer anon 🍻

I think about a quarter of my asks are for Giyuu lol. Yandere is not my thing so it may be a bit more toned down than you wanted but I hope it's still okay.

Enjoy!!

Mine- Giyuu x fem!reader

Giyuu couldn't stand it.

The way you laughed at Tengen's childish humor as he sat in the infirmary bed made the water hashira's mood even more sour than usual. He and the sound hashira had both been injured on their latest mission– which he had initially thought of as something of a blessing because it meant he got to see you again. But he was hating every second of it.

"I'm just saying," Tengen smirked as you handed him his medication. "These bitter pills go down easier with a little bit of sweetness, and you're about as sweet as they come. I'll be back to my full strength in no time"

You laughed adorably and shook your head. "You're too kind, Lord Tengen."

Giyuu's hands gripped the bedsheets.

He couldn't even blame Tengen. He wasn't even sure that the sound hashira was actually trying to make a move on you. The man was happily married to three women he adored. Tengen was just a naturally charismatic and flirtatious guy, and you… well, he couldn't blame you for blushing. It's not like you were doing it on purpose.

And it wasn't as though Giyuu could legitimately claim you as his either. You'd kissed a few times and he'd used his fingers to make you cum once in the medical supplies closet, but that had all been over the space of a year and neither of you had ever discussed making it an official thing.

Still though…

His eyes were as still and serene as the deepest lagoon, but inside he was raging. It shouldn't matter, but it did. It mattered a great deal. You were one of the only good parts of his life, one of the only people he didn't feel like he had to be so closed off from. And tucked away safely in the infirmary instead of out there with the demons, you were safe enough for him to trust that you weren't about to die on him.

He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself.

"Tomioka-sama. Your medication…"

Tomioka… sama? So damn formal. So detached. He took the medication from your hand and swallowed it without a word, turning away from you.

Did you have to have such pretty damn eyes?

Later that afternoon, the sound hashira was napping, but Giyuu simply couldn't. Your footsteps padded softly through the infirmary, making his heart beat faster when it sounded as though you were coming close, only to fill him with disappointment when they faded.

No, he couldn’t stand this a minute longer.

He was injured but not so badly that he couldn’t walk. With a pained grunt he got out of bed and began his search for you. It only took him a couple of minutes.

“Giyuu,” you hissed, a look of surprise and annoyance on your face. “What are you doing out of bed?”

He grabbed your hand and pulled you into the storage closet, kicking the door shut behind him as he pinned your arms to the wall above your head and pressed a heated, claiming kiss to your lips.

The way your eyebrows shot up and then slowly relaxed as he kissed you, the way you were immediately silenced by his lips and your body went from startled stiffness to relaxed compliance. Oh yes…this is what he needed.

This was much better.

He pressed his body against yours, loving the way you moaned against his lips. His heart fluttered as you kissed him back; so soft and deep, your tongue caressing his as you sighed longingly. Releasing his grip on your wrists, his hands followed the curves of your body, clumsy in their desperation to feel every perfect inch of you.

Finally he pulled back and gazed into your eyes.“Do you want me to make you cum?”

You nodded and he could see the desperation in your face. “Yes.”

“That’s what I wanted to hear.” His kisses trailed down to your neck, his mouth hot and wet against your skin.

He worked open the buttons on your uniform as he began to suck your neck, harder and harder, intent on leaving a mark. He wanted every damn person who saw you know that you were his.

You moaned as he pinned your hips with his, his body heavy and warm against yours. “Giyuu…”

A low hum of approval emerged from him as his rough, battle-worn hands caressed your skin. "So soft. I could do this every day and never get tired of it." He kissed you fiercely, as his hands moved downward, slipping under your skirt.

His fingers circled your clit, and the corner of his mouth tilted into a smirk. You were so wet already, you wanted him just as badly as he wanted you, and knowing this made his dick painfully hard. Every little moan you made, every gasp or sigh of pleasure made him ache.

The way you gasped his name made him feral. He pulled his pants down to the tops of his thighs and took your hand, bringing it to his cock. The sight of your hand wrapped around it made his balls tighten.

"Stroke it for me," he whispered, tugging your earlobe with his teeth as he continued stroking your clit.

The moment you started to pump his cock in your soft hands, a shiver ran through his body. He was so damn needy for you, groaning as he rutted against your palm, baring his teeth as you swiped your thumb over his tip and coated it in his precum.

“You’re getting me so hard.” He couldn't stand it a moment longer. "I need to fuck you," he growled through gritted teeth.

"Mm…Yes."

"Yeah? You want me to fuck this pretty pussy and make you mine?"

"Gods, yes, Giyuu…" Your breath was hot and hard against his lips as he hoisted you into his arms and set your ass down on a table stacked with supplies.

He pressed his cock to your entrance, sliding it up through your folds and coating it in your wetness. “I want you to watch. I want you to see me take you.”

You did as he asked, your breaths coming in shallow pants as he pushed into you. The sight of his cock disappearing inside you made you both choke out wanton groans.

“So wet for me,” he grunted as he began to thrust into you. He pressed his teeth to his lower lip as his brow furrowed. He fucked you hard and fast, making damn sure you felt every inch of him pounding into you. You weren't about to forget him. You were going to remember this fuck for the rest of your life.

The table squeaked with every thrust, supplies falling off and rolling across the floor. He'd deal with that later. All that mattered now was that you were his.

The wet slap of skin on skin filled the supply closet. The sound of your wet pussy taking him was so beautifully vulgar it made his back arch.

You put your head back. "Oh Gods..."

"Yeah, I'm fucking you good, huh?"

"S-so good."

“Tell me you're mine. Tell me this pussy is mine.”

“Giyuu, please… I’m so close.”

He stopped thrusting, keeping his cock buried deep inside you as your muscles clenched around him. “No, that’s not what I said. Tell me you’re mine… say I'm yours. Those words, or you don’t get to cum.”

“I’m yours,” you gasped, out of your mind with desire. “I’m yours.”

“Good… now, the next time someone is flirting with you, I want you to tell them that, okay? I want you to tell them you belong to me.”

You nodded, desperation cracking your voice. "Yes."

He leaned down, cupping your face in his hands as he kissed you. "Who do you belong to?"

"You."

"Who fucks your pussy better than anyone else ever could?"

"You do, Giyuu."

He smirked, thrusting hard into you and pulling a cry from your lips. His fingers gripped your hips, pulling you onto him with all his hashira strength. "Good. Fucking. Girl."

Your muscles pulsed around his cock as you came apart, your hands grasping at him as he kept on fucking you throughout your orgasm. He wasn't much further behind you, pulling out and shooting hot ropes of cum all over your thighs and your belly, staggering as he rode the waves of his release.

As he came back down to earth he pulled you upright, his lips crashing against yours as he gripped the back of your neck. "I'm gonna remind you who you belong to tomorrow," he whispered. "And then every day after, okay?"

"Okay," you whispered, leaning your forehead against his. "I might have forgotten by this afternoon though. You might have to drill it into me."

Giyuu laughed, cupping your face in his hands. "Deal."

Yes... this was much better.

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muzanswaifu · 1 year

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Fated Pair

Alpha! Tomioka x Omega! Fem! Reader

18+

Your entire life, you lived as a beta, not having to worry about such tedious things like glands, heats, and instincts. But that all changed when a certain slayer came to town, altering everything as you knew it. It seemed fate had finally brought you together.

Since fated pair won my omegaverse poll, here ya go 👀 Might make a second part in the future just to clarify some things in their relationship...

Big thank you to my beta readers @mistymuichiro & @thosestarry-nights & @astrasolitaris !!!

Warnings: Omegaverse, Smut, Yandere Tendencies, Dub-con, Rut, Heat, Kidnapping, Scenting, Mating Bites, Sex, Vaginal Sex, Face Riding, Cunnilingus, Doggy Style, Rough Sex, Creampie, Knotting, Breeding, Pregnancy Kink, Impregnation, Dirty Talk, Praise

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“Go get more water… towels too!”

“Guard the entrance to the block as well - make sure no one comes through-”

“Close the door!”

You could still hear the commotion outside, your family scrambling with commands and precautions like busy bees in a hive. Although if you were in their place, you supposed you would be too.

This was all your fault. None of this would be happening if it weren’t for you. Why did it all have to change?

You were a beta. You were supposed to be a beta. In your family lineage for as long as anyone could remember, everyone either grew to be a beta or an alpha, and even the ladder was quite rare. Your siblings and yourself were always warned to keep your distance from omegas. They were needy, weak, and always brought trouble along with them. Even your father, who was an alpha, biologically programmed to desire an omega, despised them, citing them as nothing but lustful rodents who relied on others to care for them.

At the time, you neither held resentment nor admiration for the secondary gender. If anything, you were grateful. Even when your age of puberty came, you hadn’t needed to deal with the struggles of a heat or rut or anything of the matter. You were simply normal, experiencing the usual growing pains and figure development. You hadn’t worried when your cycle never came, plenty of people blossomed later in life. Life was easier, nobody shamed you, you fit in with the general population, too well. You never could bring yourself to date or fuss over anyone. It wasn’t that you didn’t have crushes, you did, but they never seemed worth any hassle. You couldn’t imagine a future with anyone, nor did you hold any attraction except superficial. They weren’t the one.

But that all seemed to change overnight, your world quite literally flipping over the next morning as a strange feeling overcame you. Your parents warned you all that morning to be careful as there were reports of a monster near the village, so you assumed the feeling of uneasiness was a result of your body’s natural apprehension. But you fell terribly ill within a few hours, hellish cramps overcoming your body and bile spilling out of you to no end. Mother chalked it up to some surge of influenza and the others joined her theory, and you kept your own thoughts to yourself. You’d still never admitted that you’d never gotten your period, and now seemed too late as you’d become an adult already. It was far too late to worry them.

Thankfully the illness had come and gone within a few days, leaving as quickly as it had come. But just when you’d given in to the assumption that it was just a sickness, it’d returned again, far stronger and more potent. You couldn’t even walk then, your body in so much pain that you couldn’t stop throwing up and trembling. You’d genuinely thought you’d been dying, but, yet again, it left you after only a few days. As did the company that had returned to the village. You family was becoming concerned, and you felt far too afraid to admit to them of your fears. Moreover, you didn’t want to speak them into existence.

The third bout of sickness was when a doctor was called in, the worst of your suspicions confirmed. You were an omega, later developed, but developed nonetheless. You worried Father wouldn’t speak to you ever again when he disappeared for several weeks, not a whisper of where he was going, until he’d returned late one night with the reason for his departure - the strongest heat suppressant available in the country. You took it without a second thought, uncaring of the symptoms as you prayed they would free you from this curse of misery. And it seemed to work for some time. You weren’t plagued with crippling pains and aches, you didn't have as many thoughts of depression and anxiety. You thought you were cured.

But it was only a temporary reprieve.

As only weeks later you were burdened yet again with an explosion of suffering, the worst one yet. You spent most hours weeping and crying, begging the gods to let you experience even a moment of peace. Your father seemed to change strategies as he instructed your siblings to go into town and fetch articles of clothing to bring back to you, to find the source of these forcefully induced dry heats. One by one you smelled them, scrunching your nose and cringing at all of them. They smelt disgusting, horrid enough to make you spit up all over again. It’d gotten to the point where you’d sob in Father’s arms and beg him not to make you smell another one, begging for his forgiveness for ruining everything. He just held you tight and pushed another piece of cloth to your nose, asking you if this was the one. You threw up again.

Finally, your youngest brother stumbled in one evening, the color drained from his face and his eyes wide. You wept when you saw him, another test clutched in his quivering fist, knuckles whitening. Slowly he handed it to you, a hand to your neck to force you to take it in. With tears in your eyes you did so, preparing to gag, but the feeling never came.

With a single breath your eyes rolled to the back of your skull, drool collecting on your tongue and threatening to drip down your lip. It smelt magnificent. A delicious combination of sweet rain and fresh moss. Purrs of pleasure came rippling from your throat and you nuzzled against the fabric, the tip of your tongue gently tracing the fibers. All the pain slowly melted away, your brain becoming fuzzy and clean like swabs of cotton. For the first time in forever, you felt truly safe.

Your mother gasped

“Where - who did you get this from?” she croaked.

Your brother gulped. “The - the guy who came ‘c-cause of the monsters…,” he mumbled, “The slayer…”

Everyone stopped and looked at him, their eyes dark and grave.

“H-he came up to me in the square… asking for my scarf - or actually… (y/n)’s scarf…”

Father glared at him. “You idio-”

“Let him finish!” Mother interrupted as she held him back. Your brother just looked down and fiddled with his hands.

“So I gave it to h-him, a-and he seemed to like it, so I took his handkerchief, b-b-but,” he paused to look up at them, “h-he said it didn’t matter… that he’d… pay for her.”

Your father took in breath and sighed, carefully walking over to him, towering over the small boy.

“Were you followed?”

“I-I don’t think s-so…”

“Good. Lock the doors.”

Everyone took shifts to stay up that night, guarding the doors and peeking out the windows for any sign of visitors. You could sense their troubles, but for the most part you kept to yourself, cuddled up against the handkerchief and resting. Despite the brief ease of pain, you still felt the discomfort of your heat, still missing something but not quite sure what yet.

There were no signs of any trouble for several days, until the night you woke to hushed voices and sounds of scurrying. Listening in, you quickly gathered what was happening.

The man - no - the alpha was here. Father went outside to talk to him. Although you were pretty sure there was no talking involved… more likely there was yelling… maybe some threatening.

After a few painful minutes, he came back in, a deep scowl painting his face. He also carried with him a multicolored robe, half red, half tessellated. He threw it to you before walking to the main room where the rest of your family was. You quickly huddled over it and started cuddling. It smelled perfect.

“... What did he say?” Mother hesitantly questioned.

“Bastard is stubborn. Says he’s not leaving without her. Told him ‘tough luck’. Nobody is leaving until he does.”

Your siblings all groaned, resuming their posts of either guarding the door or taking their turn of sleep. Despite not being yourself, you still felt the guilt of it eat at you. As soon as they left, your mother leaned closer to him.

“Dear… are you sure this is what’s best? Look at her - she’s miserable… we all are.”

He just shook his head at her.

“He’s not taking her. Not my daughter.”

The following days were gruesome. For everyone. No one was allowed to leave other than the occasional grocery run. No one could go out to their individual jobs. Even hobbies were off the table as every hour of the day was spent protecting the house. Protecting you.

This was the longest heat you’d had yet. It was as if your body knew your alpha was nearby, waiting for him to come claim you before you were allowed to calm down. The dry spell was wearing off, the sharp pains being transformed into uncomfortable cramps that made you desperate to wrap your legs around something. Your every entrance ached for company, feeling empty and barren without the presence of your alpha’s taste and essence. But regardless of your buzzed mind, you were still you enough to be too embarrassed to complain about that discomfort.

But even that part of your dignity was wearing thin. Every day without your carnal needs being tended to was just multiplying them. They all tried to give you privacy to take care of yourself, but it was simply impossible to leave you alone for too long. You needed to have eyes on you at all times in case the worst happened. In case he found you. So you settled for wrapping yourself up in his clothing. How was it possible for a single man to smell so edible? You found yourself wondering on the quiet days what he looked like, where he lived, how many pups he wanted. The primal part of you was oh so desperate to please him, regardless of how much you knew about each other. The omega part of your mind assured you every hour of the day that this was fate. That you were meant for each other. That you needed each other.

But some part of you was still skeptical. No one else had felt right, so why would he?

Everything would be fine… within a few days, surely the standoff would break. The man had to leave sometime. Regardless of the heartbreak such a thought brought you, it was what was best for everyone.

You were awoken one night to a sudden crash of noise outside your room, followed by voices bickering. Vaguely you could make out the voices of your parents, followed by one you didn’t recognize. One that sent warmth right to the core of you. Within moments there seemed to be an altercation, two thuds hitting the ground. The sound was short lived as silence followed soon after. Your heart raced with the footsteps that slowly crept to your door, your arms hugging your scented jacket to your chest. The steps were ceased with more conflict, another bout of harsh words spoken before several more thumps followed. Like they were nothing.

Frantically, you crawled into your closet, quietly shutting the door and shaking as you curled into yourself. You tried your best not to cry, not to make a sound, but you were scared, horrified. Every conscious cell in your brain was screaming at you to run while the other half were begging you to get pupped. Your breathing stopped as soon as the door slid open.

His footsteps treaded carefully across the wooden floor, taking their sweet time to take in the scenery of your room. To find you. A subtle trill of growls could be heard along with the creaking of the floorboards, adding to your horror. He seemed to stand still for a few moments, taking in long drawls of your scent before heading straight to your hiding place. You froze.

You braced yourself as the closet door was carefully, slowly pushed open, your eyes shut tight and pouring with tears. A sob escaped you as the moonlight poured in to shower you. You were done for, you were sure of it.

A gentle hand whispered along your hairline, tucking the hair out of your eyes.

“It’s okay kit, I’ve got you… I’ve got you.”

The sound of his voice was like that of an angel, soft and pleasant to the ear. Shyly you looked up from your lap, curious to find the owner of such a song, and you were not at all disappointed. Velvety, fluffy dark hair, a large muscular build, deep azul eyes. You could get lost in those eyes. You so desperately wanted to.

You were confident then that you had died and standing right in front of you was an angel ready to take you to heaven. No other explanation would suffice. He was simply too beautiful to truly exist. A rush of slick pooled down your thighs and you whined. Your hands were reaching up toward him before you could stop them, his own sinewy arms coming down to wrap under your arms to hike you up. You whimpered as you were lifted to his chest, looking back sadly toward your abandoned coat. He promptly leaned over and snatched it up. “I know, omega, I see,” he mumbled into your ear, sending a thrill up your spine.

He draped your haori, his haori really, over your shoulders so it would cover your nude back before he headed back out the door. You didn’t know where he was taking you, nor did you care. All you cared about was getting more of his scent into your body as you smelled and licked at the gland in his neck that he had so gracefully exposed for you when he tore aside his uniform.

As he carried you out, you could see the unconscious bodies of your family lying on the ground, not one of them with a single scratch. He must’ve knocked them out somehow. All except your father, who still seemed to be attempting to get up. He rambled angrily at your alpha, words no one could understand as they slurred from his mouth. Your alpha stopped in the doorway to your home, turning to face your struggling father who glared from his place on the floor. You looked down at him sadly and tears welled in your eyes.

“I left my payment on the table. We’ll see you again… sometime," Alpha spoke, not a hint of sympathy in his eyes. Not even when he turned you around did he seem to be riddled with guilt, a mewl falling from your lips as shape canines pricked at the nape of your neck, sinking deeper and deeper until you were howling from the pain, your vision going stark white as you were claimed. You passed out not a moment after, your alpha licking his lips of your sweet blood.

When you awoke you were in a house you didn’t recognize, in a bed that wasn’t yours, but you had a hard time caring as everything smelt purely of him. His scent fermented in the air you breathed like a fine wine, getting you drunk off the mere smell. Perhaps it was because he sat only a few feet away at the foot of the bed, as if guarding you from the outside. It made you feel that much safer. As soon as he saw you rise from your slumber, his pupils grew, the cautionary slits becoming dilated orbs. You pouted when he backed off the mattress, his hand pointing toward you, as if commanding you to stay in place.

“Nest, omega.”

The command rang in your ears like an alarm, your mind quickly working overtime to complete the task. Your alpha must’ve prepared as there were several piles on the floor composed of blankets, pillows, and clothing, all perfect for your nest. You set about collecting the one that you deemed fit, weaving them together over the bed like a second layer. It was like your body instinctively knew what to do as you not once had to overthink how to craft your nest, your hands doing all the work while your mind wondered. When you were finally finished, you sat at the center of it like an obedient dog, looking to your owner for your next order.

Your heart soared when he softly smiled at you, briskly walking over and cupping your cheek, running his nose along your jawline. His skin touching yours felt like fireworks were going off inside of you. Heat rose to your face as you then realized he was completely naked as well.

“You’re such a good girl… good omega. It’s time for you to complete the bond,” he murmured as he joined you in your nest, setting himself in front of you and moving his fluffy, long hair to the side, exposing his nape. Your own mating bite throbbed like a reminder on your neck as you eagerly latched your little teeth to his skin, biting as hard as you could until blood filled your mouth. It tasted sweet. You licked your lips as you pulled away, blushing at the indent it left in his skin, showing your marking of him. The throbbing eventually faded away into nothingness, paving the way for a heady pleasure that reached from your head to your toes. You felt complete, like a part of you was missing this entire time and you just hadn’t realized it. Every sense of struggle and rebellion inside you vanished, and you collapsed back onto the bed.

“Alphaaa…” you moaned, writhing in your nest with a newly awakened pleasure, one that made the emptiness in your womb all the more noticeable. Pups. You needed pups.

“Get up, omega. You’re going to sit on my face,” he leisurely commanded, staring down at you with possession and licking his lips. Your body moved on its own, shifting to the side so alpha could lay in your place while you straddled his head. Embarrassment still managed to weasel its way inside of you. What if he didn’t like the color? The smell? The taste? For once, your brain and your omega were both anxious about the same thing.

He seemed to notice your apprehension as took a deep breath of scent, growling lowly and dragging you down to properly seat yourself in his mouth. You cried out as he dragged his tongue between your slick folds, settling the tip on your clit and bringing it into his mouth to suck. Your legs trembled on either side of his head, your hands falling to clutch at his locks to brace yourself. His own paw wrapped around your ass, guiding you to properly grind yourself against his tongue while he enjoyed you. Sounds of rapture tore from you, falling upon his eager ear like music from the gods. Slick poured down his throat like an elixir, coating his tongues and messily dripping down the sides of his mouth. He ate from you like you were a ripened fruit, abundant with juice and teeming with nectar ready to be plucked and devoured.

Your grief of emptiness quickly fell to the back of your mind as you focused on the divine ecstasy of being eaten, your sex swollen and sensitive as alpha relentlessly took what he needed from you. He shamelessly groaned into your heat, openly expressing how pleased he was with what you had to offer. He cursed every so often, spreading your lips open with two fingers and pressing his nose close to smell your feminine scent. Those same two fingers were quick to sneak into you, spearing you open on his thick digits, all to prepare you for something much bigger. It didn’t take you long to come, juices leaking out of you generously as you clenched on his thrusting fingers and cried out. He still rocked you upon his face as you came down from your high, licking up every messy drop from you regardless of your sensitivity. You bit back your tears and let him do as he pleased, so very eager to please your alpha. You’d be in agony without him so the least you could do was feed him.

You turned back after a moment to distract yourself from the overstimulation, desperate for something to cling to. Your gaze instantly landed on the cure for all your agony.

His cock stood tall and proud between his strong thighs, the tip flushed with color and large veins popping all over it. It was so thick… so long… it was going to tear you apart so easily… you’d never wanted anything more in your life. You drooled as you looked back at it, a renewed vigor alighting in your cunt. Especially when your eyes lingered down to the base of it, the beginnings of a bulbous knot taking root there, preparing to plug you up so you can keep all his little babies warm. You salivated at the thought.

Finally, alpha had his fill, pressing several soft kisses to your pussy before unraveling you from his face and setting you aside. Your belly stirred as you watched his cock bob between his legs as he rose up, his muscles straining beautifully like strings on a harp as he moved. You wanted nothing more than to crawl in his lap and lavish him with attention, worship your alpha like he so deserved for taking care of you so well. But your body refused to move, clinging to his every word and awaiting his command. You watched hungrily as he stood and stretched his arms and neck, likely sore from lying about for so long. He laughed softly as he caught you staring, your eyes staring lovingly between his thighs as you panted like bitch in heat. After all, you were one.

“Down,” he told, his voice imposing and husky, “Spread your legs.”

You didn’t even have to think as your body did what it was told, lying on your back obediently in the center of your nest and opening your legs. He grinned meanly.

“Not that way. Present for me.”

You whined as you rolled to your front, planting your face in the sheets and raising your ass high in the air, presenting your little hole for breeding.

He chuckled and climbed in the nest behind you, running a warm hand along your spine.

“That’s a good girl. So obedient for me… You want my kits don’t you?” he crooned.

You cried out into the bedding, raising your hips higher and wagging your ass at him. He tutted at you and kept you still with hand, leering down at you with predatory eyes like a fox to a rabbit.

“Puh-please alpha… it hurts…,” you sobbed, sniffling weakly and trying to press your thighs together to ease the ache inside of you. He easily pried them open again, slipping his swollen cock between your legs and dragging it across your cunt and belly.

“I asked you a question, omega. Answer me.”

“Y-yes, alpha!,” you cried, biting your fist with frustration, “I-I want your kits… s-so bad…”

He chuckled again with approval and playfully rocked his member against you. “You do, don’t you… I’d bet this is your first time wanting anything like this, isn’t it?” You furrowed at his question, plagued by its accuracy. He seemed to take enjoyment with your confusion.

“I was in a similar situation myself,“ he muttered, taking his cock away from your legs and pressing the leaking tip between your folds, making you shiver. “I didn’t want anyone, didn’t need anyone, I thought it just wasn’t meant to be.”

He slowly pitched his hips forth into your tightness, stealing your breath away as he split you open. Despite the abundance of slick, the stretch hurt more than anything, tears dripping down your cheeks as you whimpered. He only stopped when he was balls deep, every inch of his cock swaddled by your plush insides. You swore you could feel him all the way to your brain.

“Didn’t - didn’t think I’d ever meet anyone I’d wanna mate with,” he grunted, nearly whining from how tight you were, “But then I was called to that small, little village, could smell you a mile away… took me weeks to find you…”

“Please d-don’t move yet alpha,” you begged feebly.

“I know kit, I know… ‘s your first knot, I’ll be gentle,” he promises, easing your worries as you went limp into the bedding.

He waited patiently for your pain to ease, running his hands along your sides and petting your thighs. Regardless of the hurt, slick gushed from you due to such nurturing.

“Asked your father to give you up… even offered him money, but he refused. So, I had to take you. Alpha knows what’s best, don’t I?”

“Y-yes, alpha,” you faintly murmured, your body heating up as you were molded around him like clay.

He softly smiled at you and rolled his hips, churning his cock into your guts. You shook with the sensation, so sure you would burst any moment with how full you were. Every second he moved, the wetter you became, slick sticking to his thatch of pubic hair and coating his heavy balls. The ache of penetration melted away with every second, pleasure filling the gaps it left.

His hand reached under you and pressed at your belly, rubbing the bulge he’d left in you.

“Gonna leave my pups right here, right where you need them… need you to keep them warm until they make it to your belly.”

You hardly even heard him as you drooled into the nest, moaning and mewling like a little whore. The pain was hardly there anymore, euphoria overwhelming you as you eagerly ground back into him, desperate for more of what your alpha could give you. Taking the hint, he began truly thrusting into you, pulling out several inches before shoving it all back into you, bullying your cervix into submission. Your cries of pleasure only increased in volume and frequency, filling the room along with the sloppy noises of your union. You wanted his cubs. You needed his cubs.

His knot, you realized. His knot was the answer to everything, the solution to all your problems. Without it you were just a hollow shell of an omega. You came from just the epiphany, squeezing tight around him and squirting slick into his lap.

“Kn-n-not,” you whined, “kn-not… knot… knot!” You were going to die if you didn’t get it, you could feel it!

He laughed cruelly behind you, “You want my knot, omega?” His hips moved faster, pounding you into the bed and ruining the nest you worked so hard to make. You didn’t care. There were more important things at stake.

“Yes!” you pleaded, sniffling pathetically and digging your nails into the many blankets surrounding you. He growled darkly and loomed over you, threading his hand around the back of your skull and shoving you into the mattress, limiting your air intake. He violently pistoned into you, using you as nothing but a hole to breed his cum into, precisely what you wanted. You squealed for him, happily gave him free use of your form to use for his benefit, anything was worth it if you got his babies.

You could feel his knot grow as it pressed in and out of your hole, thickening furiously and stretching you beyond repair, ensuring that not a drop of his precious essence would exceed it. A dopey smile was plastered on your face as you let him use you, your hair messy and tousled as you were buried into the bed.

Finally his knot threatened full capacity, popping in and out of you painfully before locking inside, swelling to its full size and keeping you in place. You wailed with bliss, your climax a mere hair's breadth away as you awaited for a single push to make you tumble over the edge.

Your alpha panted viciously behind you, grunting and groaning as your cunt milked him unforgivably, The moment the first wave of cum filled you, you saw stars. Fireworks of scorching white lit up behind your eyes, blinding you and making you bawl. You’d never felt such bliss, such elation, it was bordering on the edge of painful as one high bled into another and another and another. Wave after wave of piping hot sperm was emptied inside you, filling out your belly and gushing into your womb. His large knot promised not a drop would go to waste as every ounce was kept in your pussy, filling you to brim so much so that you could nearly taste it.

You weakly tried to crawl away as it became too much for you, you couldn’t take it anymore. But even without his unrelenting hold on you, his knot wouldn’t allow you to go anywhere.

“No, omega,” he growled harshly, “Warm my kits that you begged for. You aren’t going to leave here without my litter growing inside you.”

He leaned over and pinched his teeth around your scruff, rendering you useless as you went limp underneath him. It was too much, you couldn’t take it all. But what choice did you have as he kept you in place, taking load after load of his potent seed into your womb, exactly what you had asked for. You pathetically wept against your arms as your belly was filled.

As was an omega’s fate, regardless of what was planned for.

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hiii!! may I request giyuu w a s/o who's hands are always cold? just keep it fluff ♡♡ thank youu :DD hope u have a wonderful day 💖

demon slayer hcs: giyuu w/ an SO thats always cold

characters: giyuu tomioka x reader

warnings: fluff! giyuu being a sweetie pie

AN: back on my demon slayer bs <3 thanks for the request mwah

GIYUU

okay so i think Giyuu is naturally cold as well

i mean cmon… he’s the water hashira

and yk how natural rivers are usually cold bc of the running water??

his breathing style is literally running water

u picking up what im putting down? okay good

so he’s naturally cold

and ur naturally cold

this is both a good and a bad thing

good because he doesn’t mind when you put ur cold feet on him at night when ur cuddling

which is a major slay^

but it’s bad because homie has no body heat to share with you

he physically cannot use his own body to warm u up

but that doesn’t mean he won’t try!!

mans sees you rubbing your hands together to warm them up?

he’s covering your hands with his and rubbing his thumbs over the back of your hand

maybe laying a sweet kiss on your pulse point too if ur lucky

our pretty blue eyed boy sees you shivering?

here he is coming to pull you close to him and cover you both up with a blanket

honestly i think he uses your natural body temp as an excuse to be affectionate

OOOOOOO

yk what else?

he stocks up on whatever your favorite hot beverage is

you like hot chocolate?

he is making it for you from SCRATCH

with marshmallows and whip cream and everything

coffee?

oh he’s already got a pot of coffee brewing before you have to ask

tea?

it’s already in a cup and in your hand before you have to open your mouth to say anything

yeah i love this awkward man baby

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megantrancyfanfics · 2 years

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Don’t look at me | Giyuu Tomioka x Female Reader smut

Warning: choking, hickies, fingering, Cunnilingus, overstimulation, DOM Giyuu, pet name used: “love”, cream pie.

Minors and ageless blogs DNI

Notes: this picture makes me feel some type of way and I wanted to share it with y’all too. Credit to whoever made it!

Enjoy🌊

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Giyuu had been away for a few days on a mission, it has been the longest mission he was sent out on since the two of you got together. The day he came home, it was storming. The rain was coming down hard, soft thunder made sound through your quiet home. You had been curled up on the couch, watching it rain when the door slid open, revealing your love completely drenched.

“Ah! Giyuu!” You exclaimed excitedly with a gasp, running over to your beloved boyfriend and hugging him, not minding that your clothes were now getting wet.

“Y/n..” Giyuu huskily said, that made you look up at him before you could even process what was happening. The only thing you processed was your back hitting the wall, the pictures of you and Giyuu hanging on the wall made a thump sound, giyuu’s hand gently squeezing the sides of your neck. “Please..forgive my rudeness my love I just can’t handle it anymore..I’ve missed you so much..more than I can explain..” he starts before leaning down and capturing your lips with his. The kiss started out passionate, but once Giyuu moved his hand away from your neck, to under your shirt to play with your breasts, the kiss deepened. His tongue exploring every inch of your mouth. You could feel how desperate he was to touch every inch of you.

He pulled away, only to kiss down your jawline to your sweet spot on your neck, once he found it, he pulled on your nipple, making you let out a moan. “Your moans are always as beautiful as you are” he mumbles against your skin before going back to leaving a beautiful little hickey on your skin. Once he’s satisfied with his hickey, he moves onto the other side of your neck. His hand leaving your breast and traveling down to your pants, and sliding into both your pants and your panties. He pulled away from your neck, only to lock eyes with yours as he slid 2 fingers into your already wet cunt.

Your eyes rolled into the back of your skull as you threw your head back, mouth agape to let out another sweet moan. “Oh my god.” You whined.

“You’re so tight.” He said curling his fingers upwards to hit that spot that makes you see stars. You hold onto his wrist as moans escape your puffy lips. “You can hold onto my wrist as much as you want but I’m not stopping until you cum on my fingers.” He huskily says, scissoring his fingers into you, making your chest rise and fall faster than normal as your peak comes close.

“G-giyuu..” you moan out, trying to warn him that your about to cum. He bite his lip. “Don’t say my name like that you know what your voice does to me.”

As you go to say his name again, you tighten your grip onto his wrist as your orgasm washes over you. Giyuu’s fingers instantly being coated in your slick. He pulled them out, only to quickly clean them with his tongue. He grabbed your hand and quickly walked to your shared bedroom. Both his and your clothes ripped off the second you two stepped foot into the room. He softly threw you onto the bed, only to quickly crawl in between your legs. He once again locked eyes with you as he kitten licked your puffy clit.

Your legs shook, still sensitive from your previous orgasm. Giyuu wanted nothing more than to overstimulate you. His tongue going back and forth from your cunt to your clit, only to suck on your clit most of the time, making you cream.

Your thighs tight around giyuu’s face as he slurps up your cream before sucking hour clit once again. Your legs shake as you tighten your grip in the water hashira’s messy raven hair. “I’m going to cum” you manage to whine out between moans. In response, Giyuu only shoved his face more into your cunt, this time humming to add vibrations. With a gasp you came, Giyuu happily licked it up before standing up, and rubbing his cock between your slick folds.

Oh how it turned him on and fascinated him how wet you got for him. Your slick covering even a little bit of your thighs. Your cunt white with your cream mixed with giyuu’s precum. At times like these he hates having a sensitive tip, once he shoved it into your warm, wet, gummy tight walls, he let out a moan, already wanting to fill you up with his seed.

“Oh Giyuu” you moaned out, locking eyes with his. You felt his cock twitch inside of you, his face flushed red. If Giyuu didn’t feel like he could cum over your tight cunt, the sight in front of him made him want to. You laid in front of him, nipples perky, cheeks red, little droplets of sweat littered your skin. Your body trembled from being over sensitive, and your face showed how fucked out you were, along with how much pleasure you were feeling with his thick, veiny cock stretching your tight pussy out in the best way.

Giyuu pulled almost entirely out, only leaving his swollen angry mushroom tip inside, before roughly shoving his whole cock back inside, making both of you moan. His thrust were on the slower side, as he focused more on how deep he could go. “D-don’t look at me like that..don’t say my n-name like that you know what you do to me a-and I want to savor this moment” he said between grunts.

His pace began to speed up, making you leave rings of white cream on his cock before eventually completely coating his entire cock and balls with your cream. Your eyes traveled down to his abdomen that was completely coated in your slick.

“Giyuu you feel so fucking good oh Giyuu I want you to fill me up with your cum I want all of it please”

You watched Giyuu bite his lip before folding you into the mating press, his cock bullying the tip of your cervix.

Neither of you could warn the other as your orgasms washed over the two of you faster than either of you anticipated.

Giyuu’s cock twitching inside of you before he pulled out. Flipping you onto your side.

He captured your lips again before pulling back, his eyes going down to your cunt to watch a mixture of yours and his cum leaking out. Giyuu quickly pushed it back in with his once again hard cock. You let out a tired moan.

“Forgive me my love, but I’m not done yet. I want you to milk my cock.”

End🌊

Sorry for it being kinda short I hope y’all still enjoy 💙

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mikasa-imadebiscults · 11 months

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Hashira - When You Wake Up In The Mood

100 Followers Event: 20/31

(Characters Included- All the Hashira except for Muichiro, Mitsuri, and Sanemi)

(Warning: NSFW themes)

- It was almost the middle of the night and he was already up, watching over you since he couldn’t go back to sleep. He started to wonder why you were tossing and turning in your sleep, then he thought that you were having a nightmare so he softly grabbed your side and shook you gently. You turned to face him and shoved your face into his chest to hide your blush. He asks what’s the matter and you quietly confess that you were in the mood. He nods his head and asks if he had permission to eat you out/suck your dick. You granted permission and he made sure to satisfy your needs.

|Obanai, Gyomei, Giyuu, Rengoku

- They woke up to you shifting around in your sleep but when they opened their eyes they saw you pleasing yourself. You were facing away from them with one of your hands trying to cover up the noises. They watched you for a while before tapping your shoulder. They will tease you a lot about it and will make you beg to be pleased by them. They give you what you want eventually but they will make sure to tire you out so that you can get to sleep in a few hours.

|Shinobu, Tengen

Masterlist

In the Masterlist there’s a link to make requests

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scrimblyscrorblo · 5 months

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Be nice to him, he’s just a lil’ guy 🥺

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giyubabe · 1 day

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can you draw giyuu with his hair down? (Preferably wet🤭) THANK U I LOVE UR ART SO MUCH

Morning showers suck (for him at least).

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peachdues · 8 months

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Hi beautiful!! If it's not too much if a bother, can I ask for #29 with Giyuu from the inexperienced smut prompts? Thank you!

Sure thing! Enjoy!

CW: MDNI. Explicit sexual content. Giyuu gets dommed by afab!reader. “Baby boy” used by reader. Giyuu is a whimpering, needy mess.

Not proof read. I wrote this at 6 am eating my bagel in my car.

“P-please, Y/N, more.”

Y/N hummed in contentment as she ground against her raven-haired lover, having already reached her climax by bouncing vigorously on Giyuu’s lap. Now, she merely sought to give her lover the same pleasure he’d given her, but she was surprised at just how desperate he was to cum.

Granted, that likely had something to do with the way she kept alternating her pace, randomly switching from a ruthless push and pull and drop up and down his rigid length to a sensual, slow grind as she circled hips languidly against him.

But Y/N felt the familiar pleasure-pain of overstimulation growing more incessant as her walls spasmed around Giyuu’s considerable cock, and so, she pressed her groin flush against him and began to ride him — hard.

“Y-Y/N, I’m g-gonna-“ Giyuu’s eyes were screwed tightly shut, his chest rising and falling rapidly as Y/N clenched her inner muscles one more time, just to tease him, before she pulled off him.

“No, Y/N, please -“ his voice cracked with his desperate plea.

“Shh,” Y/N hushed, as she guided him to rest on his side with her. Y/N’s hands crept down between their bodies until she found her lover’s still-twitching cock and began to pump him.

Giyuu hissed at the way her hand gripped his steely length, still slick with her arousal, and threw his head back.

“Ah, ah,” Y/N tutted, her free hand coming to grip under his jaw to gently force his head back down so that his eyes met hers. “Eyes on me, Giyuu.”

The sound that left Giyuu’s throat was not one she’d heard him make before — it was a slightly high-pitched, breathy whine, as she continued to grip his cock in one hand and his face in the other.

“Y-Y/N, please,” he whimpered, those azure eyes so full of pleading and need that she couldn’t deny him.

Y/N leaned in and pressed her lips against his, tilting her head slightly to allow her tongue to languidly glide into his mouth for a moment before pulling away. “Cum for me, baby boy,” she murmured against his lips. “Now.”

Giyuu’s whines only increased in frequency as she felt him tense beneath her. One strong pump of her hand later, and Giyuu followed her directions, erupting in her hand as she brought her lips against his neck to suck at the sensitive spot under his jaw.

Her hand did not still as he rode his high, his hips bucking wildly into her as he fucked her fist desperately. Y/N made sure to lightly twist her fist from side to side, moving it up and down as she used his cum to help lubricate him further and prolong his release.

Prolong it she did. Her movements spurred another gush of hot, sticky liquid from Giyuu’s length, and a cracked moan tore from his throat as those pretty blue eyes rolled back into his skull.

“Fuck,” Giyuu whispered as the last wave of his orgasm subsided. His eyes were wide as he met her smug gaze once more. “Fuck.”

Y/N giggled, pressing a kiss against the corner of his mouth. “I’d no idea you could make such sweet noises, Giyuu.” She teased.

Giyuu shook his head, his whole body trembling. “Neither did I.” Giyuu groaned as Y/N withdrew his hand from his softening length. His eyes dropped to his groin, widening softly.

Curious, Y/N looked down to what had drawn his attention. As she beheld the utter mess Giyuu had made of them and their bed, she giggled.

“Well, I guess someone likes being taken control of,” she smirked as her partner flushed red. Giyuu’s cum had painted the side of her thigh, as she’d expected, but somehow, it had also gotten on her stomach and right breast. Her hand was covered, but droplets of his pearly seed had also landed on her forearm.

Giyuu moved to pull away and his bkush deepened. Below him on the bed was a sizeable wet stain. As he stood, Y/N could see that his hip also glistened with his pleasure.

Giyuu dragged a hand over his face in embarrassment as Y/N’s satisfied smirk grew wider.

“I’m sorry,” Giyuu groaned, and Y/N sat up in bed, bringing herself eye-level with his cock. Gently, she brushed her lips against his overstimulated length, and peered up at him through her eyelashes.

“Don’t apologize, baby,” she cooed, licking the remnants of his seed from where it clung to his hip.

“I like it when you make those noises.”

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muzansfangs · 8 months

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Coitus interrupted.

Starring: Giyuu Tomioka x f!reader; Kyojuro Rengoku x f!reader;

Warnings: nsfw, language, oral sex (reader receiving), oral sex (Giyuu receiving), mention to death, depression and alcoholism in Rengoku’s part, modern au, accidental voyeurism, humping;

Format: short imagine;

Plot: you and your boyfriend were having a steamy make out session, but one thing leads to another and you found yourselves moaning each others name. Everything was great, until someone interrupted you. Will it kill the mood, or ignite a devious spark within them?

Author note: Hi there! I have decided to do a re-make of a drabble posted on my old wattpad account, because I have realized that, although I am a huge Rengoku simp, I have not posted anything about him. Shame on me. As you may have noticed, I have already posted a “Coitus interrupted” about Muzan, Douma and Kokushibo because an anon had requested it. I am now serving you with some Hashira contents because why not :)

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Kyojuro Rengoku.

Spending the night with your boyfriend and his little brother meant only one thing: a good, tasty dinner and a warmth shower of love and affection from the Rengoku brothers. Since their mother had tragically passed away, Shinjuro had fallen into a dark loop of depression and alcoholism. He barely took care of the house and Senjuro depended solely on his older brother and you.

Sometimes, when you two took him out for a stroll at the park, people asked if he was your kid and that made your heart explode with joy. You deeply cared about the younger Rengoku and you would have done anything in your power to help your beloved boyfriend in being a parental figure for him. Kyojuro was literally the sun incarnated. He was a caring boyfriend, an amazing friend and the shoulder you could cry on every single time you needed someone to rely on.

Being there for him and his family was truly the least you could do.

Falling in love with him had been easy. You were catastrophically in love with him and, when he had asked you to be his wife a few months ago, you did not have to think twice before accepting his proposal.

Now, it was a hot summer night and you had just successfully put Senjuro to sleep. He was, apparently, full of energy that evening and, after a delicious dinner the three of you had cooked without setting the house ablaze, you and your soon to be husband could finally have the time to enjoy your intimacy in the privacy of his bedroom. Life had been a little chaotic, as of late, and making some spare time to relax and indulge into something more than just ferven kisses shared in the shadows was truly rare.

As soon as you two entered Kyojuro’s bedroom, your back hit the soft mattress of his bed and the air was temporary knocked out of your lungs for the impact. His bright eyes bored into yours as he captured your lips in a tender, but hungry kiss. You could tell he was starving, but so were you and the way you returned the kiss with equal passion spoke volumes.

He peppered your cheeks in kisses, his body hovering over yours as he made sure not to crash you with the weight of his muscular body “Can I taste you? — he lowly said, as his nose brushed against yours — I skipped the dessert just for you, little flame”.

His usual booming tone was long gone and you knew exactly what he meant by that.

As you nodded your head and spread your legs wider for granting more access to him, Kyojuro smiled softly and curled the skirt of your dress up your thighs. He did not ever bother to tug your panties down, he did not want to waste any precious time, after all. Therefore, pushing the thin and now soaked fabric to the side, he delved into your heat.

He slowly began to kiss his way up to your core and you left out soft moans, your half-lidded eyes glancing down at your man and the erotic vision he was providing you. There was not a single inch of your thighs he neglected. Your hand snapped down, fisting his soft blonde locks gently, as you tried to hold back your moans.

You were too lost into your pleasure and Kyojuro was too focused on you, his deft tongue about to reach your aching spot, to hear someone unlock the front door and drag his feet along the floor. When you eventually heard someone scoffing, and your eyes flicked up to see a disgusted Shinjuro on the threshold, it was too late. Your boyfriend whipped his head towards the door and his father did not lose his chace to torment him again.

“Argh, at least, I hope you got talent in that!” Shinjuro commented, shutting the door closed behind him as he left.

You gaped in shock and Kyojuro shrugged, smiling at you softly, before making you forget that little inconvenience.

“I won’t let him ruin our moment” he whispered to you and he actually stack up to his oath.

Giyuu Tomioka.

You had thought that inviting your boyfriend over to celebrate your birthday together was a good idea. It was the first time you finally had the chance to have him sleep over without your boisterous family around to interrupt your moments of intimacy. Giyuu, naturally, obliged your request and by the time you were done with your make-up and hair, the door bell rang.

“Saying that you are breath-taking is an understatement…” he had barely murmured, handing you a small bouquet of red roses as you opened the door for him.

Your reserved and stoic boyfriend always found a way to leave you speechless and his small, loving gestures made butterflies flutter in your stomach. The night had just begun and you were confident about a glorious, positive outcome as it unraveled under your eyes. The attentions, the sweet words and kisses and even the shiny pendant he had gifted you with were small steps that inevitably led you to one result: a passionate make-out session on the sofa.

You had been kissing for a while, your lipstick staining the white collar of his shirt, along with his thin lips and Giyuu had boldly made you sit on his lap. Your hair were disheveled at this point, but you could not care less. Teasingly, you started to grind down on him and the Giyuu dropped his usual façade. You could feel his bulge pressing against your thigh and you decided to properly thank him for the special treatment he had gifted you with all night long.

Low and deep grunts of pleasure fell from his lips as you repeated the action a few more times, before aiming to the second step.

You hastily dropped to your knees, your hands reaching up to unbuckle his belt to give him a good blow job, as your boyfriend eyed you in awe. His lips were slightly parted as you unzipped his pants amd freed his erection. Your tongue swirled around the pinkish tip to give him a taste of what was about to come, when the door flew open and a familiar voice resounded in the room “Happy birth—” Uzui said, cutting himself off.

You blushed furiously and Giyuu hastily grabbed a pillow to cover himself. Humiliating, it was so humiliating. Your brother was absolutely shocked and your boyfriend was probably about to faint.

You three stayed silent for a minute straight, none of you dared to talk, until Uzui cleared his throat and took his leave “Woah! Are you two... Please, go ahead! See you later!”.

AUTHOR NOTE.

Hello there! The satisfaction of getting another draft out of my way is incredible. I’ll do my best to take care of some requests and then start my birthday event! Stay tuned! As per usual, thank you so much for supporting this blog. Likes, comments and re-posts are truly appreciated!

Until next,

x o x o

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