Giyuu gets a cramp in his thigh while training and needs a massage. He's in too much pain to do it himself... but there's this Kakushi nearby... 👀
Flamey, you made me choke on my saliva when I read this. Please, give me more
And with the girls in our discord feeding me... I could not resist. My brain went brrrrrrr
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this is filth, also chubby fem reader
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"I-is this good?" she asked, massaging his left thigh with careful strokes.
Giyuu was sat in one of the rooms of Water Hashira estate, the shoji doors leading to his training space open. She had had to strip him of his hakama, leaving him only in his fundoshi and a thin training kimono top.
"Yeah..." he muttered, closing his eyes. More than once he had been tempted to fake a cramp just to get her to touch him like this, but logic won every time. A kakushi's job was endless, especially when attending to a slayers' needs day in, day out.
But this?
Giyuu hoped it never ended.
Her warm hands, softer than his own, kneading his thigh oh so close to his crotch-
He moaned when her fingers dug into a particularly hard knot in his muscles. A light blush dusted his cheeks.
"Sorry..." she apologized, soothing over the spot with her thumbs.
Really, he should make it up to her - for putting up with him.
And, as he felt his cock stir in his pants, he knew just the way both of them could relax.
"S-slow down- ngh!" she tried to muffle her cries of pleasure, but each slam of his hips against her ass stole one from her throat. He was so impossibly deep it felt as if he was pushing on her lungs from the inside.
Giyuu could not slow down if he tried, the ripple of her body when he thrust into her hypnotic. He was lost in the motions, his left thigh still sore from his earlier cramp though he cared little - what else could he care about but the way her snug cunt gripped his cock?
Though he was silent, he was not quiet. Breathless gasps and choked moans left his lips, adding to the wet pap pap pap symphony of their fucking, the only witness to it being their discarded clothing.
His hands gripped her plush hips tightly, flesh spilling between his fingers, making him admire her sturdy frame.
He had to see more of her.
Giyuu withdrew from her to turn her onto her back, her mewl of disappointment only urging him to be quick in slamming back inside of her. This time, he got to see her deliciously big tits bouncing with each thrust; his mouth watered at the sight.
“Giyuu~” her voice was strained, whiny, as she tried to grab at anything and everything in reach.
He leaned forward, the need to be closer to this hidden pearl of a woman winning over the enticing movement of her body against his. His arms caged her in, their breaths mingling and she finally found purchase - clawing at his back desperately, and the pain only served to make him slam harder into her, urging him to chase their pleasures quicker.
The new position allowed him not only intimacy but also to grind against her puffy clit with each roll of his hips, her moans and cute squeaks rising to a crescendo, her tight pussy clenching around him, making him choke out, “Where-”
Her thighs tightened around his hips, the answer as to where an obvious one, even to one as lost as him. A few erratic, disharmonic thrusts, and they were both gone.
Her throat failed her, her mouth gaping open, eyes closed and brow furrowed. If Giyuu could paint, he would immortalize the sight to come back to - to come to. Alas, the only thing he could paint were her insides with white.
His breath stuttered as he stilled as deep as he could, a shaky groan leaving him as he hid his face in her neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses to her skin, as they both slowly calmed down.
“That was…” she started breathlessly, unable to finish her thought, fireworks still shooting up her spine every time Giyuu shifted a little.
He knew he had to leave her warmth eventually, but he also really really wanted to snuggle into her arms properly. He started to pull out with herculean effort, when his right thigh spasmed like a bitch.
“Fuck-” He slipped out and flopped onto his side gracelessly. “Another one-” A blush of embarrassment took over his face, the pain and humiliation all adding to his frustration at the situation as he hid his face in his hands.
The Kakushi giggled, “I guess it’s time for round two.”
Oh, he’d give her round two, as soon as the pain passed.
dividers made by the amazing @benkeibear
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Giyuu is passive aggressive when he's pissed off.
Obanai plays William Tell when he's pissed off. The person who pissed him off is the apple in the game.
So I asked several people what would make Giyuu angry, and @sunandflame had a point when she answered IMMEDIATELY "when you don't take care of yourself". Like, don't call me out like that...
Tags: allusion to depression
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There was tension in the air.
You didn't know what you did to anger Giyuu but he seemed more intense in his silence, if possible. He set his cup of tea down with a clang that you otherwise would not be able to hear, he near-slammed the shoji doors of your home closed, he stared at you.
You could not read minds, contrary to his belief.
Evening fell, and you laid in your futon waiting for him to cuddle you as was customary. He didn't; he was facing away from you.
"Giyuu, what is going on?" you asked at last, your heart aching, lips pulled down at the corners. You didn't reach out to touch him, though you longed to.
Giyuu turned onto his back. "You know."
Frowning, you corrected him, "No, I don't know. Enlighten me, please."
Silence reigned in the bedroom for a time, the cicadas outside the only sound echoing in your eardrums.
Then, "You haven't been taking care of yourself."
You opened your mouth to protest, but thought better of it. He was right, of course. But it was hard to do when he was gone for long days, sometimes weeks, leaving you alone with your thoughts and nothing to do. You were adrift without him, and you slipped up. Meals became unimportant, sleep was hard to come by, …
Giyuu turned to face you, eyes dark in the dim light provided by the moon. "I despise that."
You could only wince at his tone of voice. You had truly pissed him off. "I'm sorry…"
He reached out, pulling you into his embrace harshly.
"You better be sorry. You make me worried. I don't want my pearl to lose its shine, so you better start taking care of yourself from now on."
You breathed in his scent and relaxed against him.
"Promise?"
"Promise."
dividers by the amazing @/benkeibear
Also didn't know what William Tell was lmao, and yes, Obanai would (but my muse said no Obanai)
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why u no want me to be jampapelle jerry 🥺 he is the main character, me and my sister named the entire series after him. We used to say "do you want to watch jampapelle jerry" 🤡
oki but what about diana the cutie patootie or marilla cuthbert cuz i swear to god i relate to her a bit too much for my liking
i added you already esme 🤡🤡
THATS SO CUTE AWW
no cause jerry is so smol bean diana did NOT have to do that to him
after he loaned her a BOOK too
literal love language
I already added you to jerrys but if you wanna change it lmk
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