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urmomspersonalwhore · 6 months

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Cold blood

-Kujou Sara/Reader, NSFW, Strap on use, pegging, Sleepover, Murders, mention of blood, killing, Rough sex, etc…

“No please don't kill me, Mr. Ghostface, I wanna be in the sequel!”

You were at a sleepover.

Your friends, Arataki Itto, Kuki Shinobu and the Kamisato siblings. You all had voted on a movie and hurled up together in blankets.

You got up from the couch, struggling a bit since it was so crowded. Though, you managed to get out without tripping or stepping on anybody. Slowly walking to the bathroom, you turned on some lights to help better see as the house was extremely dark.

A sigh left your lips as you turned on the faucet, washing your face. You could never miss a day for your skin hygiene. It is the most important part of your body after all, since everybody sees it. And also, you didn't want any acne to form again.

As the cold water splashed onto your face, you heard a scream.

A blood-curdling scream.

I mean, nothing could've happened…

Right?

So you just brushed it off and thought they were playing around or whatnot.

It was until you heard loud footsteps as if someone was running and even a loud thud was when you locked the door and tried to find either a place to hide or escape.

More screams and cries can be heard while you panicked.

You were in a bathroom after all, where could you go?

So you did the most American move and went into the bathtub, turning around to see if there was a window.

None...

You sat down, holding your legs as your head came down. Tears fell onto your thighs as you sobbed. This is how you die.

You sat there, in tears until you could hear footsteps walking past the bathroom and opening a room. It's time, you slowly and quietly opened the bathroom door and then sprinted out. Instead of going down the stairs like planned, you bumped into someone’s chest. You looked up to only be met with a screaming ghost mask with a black coat. Your heart practically skipped a beat, you wanted to scream so bad.

Well, at least look at the bright side. You gave time for one of your friends in the room to hide.

You stepped back, a hand bracing for a blow from her knife.

But nothing.

Instead, she had pulled your arm, pushing you against her chest once more.

You blushed before yelping as she made you fall, dropping to her knees. Her legs at either side of you.

Your eyes widen, what was she doing?

It was very evident the killer was a woman by, of course, her chest but also such a slim physique despite the strength she held.

Her dagger trailed from your throat to your shirt, cutting it open as the person husked

“Don't even think about screaming or trying to escape.” the sentence was a bit muffled by her mask but still clear.

You nodded, not wanting to anger her.

She stared at your breast before slicing it in half revealing your bare tits. Hardening at the sudden feeling of coldness.

She pulled off her mask, revealing her stern expression with piercing yellow eyes. It was hard to peel your eyes away from them until her rough and callused hands worked their way to massage them, twisting and pulling which earned her some whimpers.

She grinned, you sounded just like a whining puppy with all those sweet noises you gave her.

Sara’s hands moved to tug at your waistband, bringing both your pants and underwear down.

A toothy smile formed at the sight of your surprisingly dripping cunt.

She had to resist herself from fucking you like a dog right then and there.

Her hand teased your clit as she looked up taking in every expression or noise with a smile.

Sticking out her tongue as she gave you kitty licks on your pussy, grinning with sharp canines.

The killer’s tongue then inserted into you, thrusting inside of your tight walls as your hands gripped onto her hair.

You gripped onto her Raven-colored locks, not knowing whether to push or pull Sara.

But ultimately, your thighs wrapped around her, pushing her face deeper into your cunt as you moaned.

Cumming all over her meanwhile, she licked every drop, not wasting one bit.

Her fingers prodded at your dripping entrance, pushing in your sensitive walls.

They slowly entered, brushing against your g-spot before ruthlessly pounding into you.

Sara’s pace never stopped, abusing your pussy until she had your thighs shaking from your second orgasm. Kissing your wet core as your release washed over you, a sigh leaving your trembling lips.

She smiled,

“This is just the beginning, sweet thing.”

A Yelp emitted from you as she picked you up, bringing you to a secluded room.

Forgetting about the people she was going to kill, only focusing on absolutely ruining your body.

Your body fell onto the mattress as she dropped you.

Smiling while she crawled to you, taking off her coat which had revealed her to be wearing combat cargo pants and a tight black t-shirt.

She unzipped her lower clothing, presenting the strap that she had been hiding the whole time.

Your cunt ached, she had been wearing that the whole time?

Teeth biting at your lip as you stared at it, how were you going to take something so big?

She smirked, teasing your pussy with the tip. Rubbing it against you for a while until she slowly pushed in.

Groaning at the feel of your tight walls around her faux cock.

She leaned into you, her mouth next to your ear while heavy Huffs came from her throat.

Sara gave you a few inches before bottoming out, forcing her dick into you with a singular push.

The killer started to pound into you, a hand sliding to grip your neck. Kisses sprawled around your collarbone, with bite marks.

Skin slapping is now being heard from the room alongside the overwhelming scent of sex.

She panted next to your ear, nibbling it from time to time with each thrust.

The cock hitting your spot as she pulled in and out.

Her free hand trailed away from your hip and to the bulge appearing every time her shaft went inside of you, pushing it ever so slightly which resulted in a loud moan from you.

You held her toned shoulders, whimpering as you managed to sob a sentence

“S’close! …Please!”

She chuckled, making your core throb. Yearning for more, you pushed your hips against her to match Sara’s brutal rhythm.

Her groans became more frequent along your moans, the strap stimulating her own cunt.

She became messier, grunting into your ear while she fucks you like a mutt in heat.

You two cum, almost at the same time.

Your nails clawing her back while emitting a sob from how overstimulated you were.

Sara smirks, laying down next to you.

“Wanna be my little helper, doll?”

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kentoberry · 1 year

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MORE THAN YOU BARGAINED FOR !

⭒— SUMMARY : you win a backstage pass to see your favorite band live, and their bassist takes a liking to you.

⭒— CAST : bassist ! kujou sara & sub fem reader.

⭒— CONTENT : [ 18+ content ; minors do not interact ] · f1ngering, semi-public, spit, biting, slight power dynamics, hair pulling, gagging, finger sucking, begging, mentions of squ-rting and multiple orga$ms, overstimulation.

when your favorite band announced that they were touring in your city, it was a no-brainer that you bought tickets the moment that they released. however, your excitement only grew when you got a notification that there would be a lottery amongst all ticket holders where a lucky winner would receive a backstage pass and get to meet the members.

of course, your mind wandered to how cool it would be to win, but in reality you knew that it was unlikely. thousands of tickets had been sold, so you understood how low your chances were. thus when you received the email notification informing you that you were the lucky winner, you initially assumed that it was a scam. it took double checking the address of the sender and cross referencing the band’s socials for when the winner would be notified to realize that (oh shit) you were actually going to meet them.

crowfeather kaburaya weren’t a band of extreme fame, though you adored them nonetheless. ever since hearing a track of theirs in some random spotify playlist, you’d fallen in love. the bassist in particular caught your eye, a tall, dark haired woman by the name of sara kujou. you fawned over her in the same manner that a teenage girl would worship the heartthrob of their favorite boy band, albeit secretly. perhaps some would find it creepy the amount of images that you’d saved of the woman, though you would never go out of your way to do anything perverted. generally, it was nothing more than a harmless celebrity crush.

however now, you’d be meeting the aforementioned crush. the week leading up to the event was spent fretting over which outfit you should pick, how you should style your hair, and what makeup would look best; you didn’t want to embarrass yourself in front of your favorite band. wrapped up in overthinking, the days went by rather fast. your heart pounded in your chest as you arrived at the venue, following the instructions that you’d been given to a tee. fans were already lining up outside the door, some having obviously camped out in order to gain the best spots inside - honestly, you were thankful that you had been told to head in through a discreet entrance instead of spending a night sleeping on the cold street.

you started by meeting up with the band’s pr manager, who led you backstage and ensured that you were sorted with a bottle of your desired beverage and knew that you were welcome to try any of the snacks in the green room and make yourself at home. it calmed you down a little when she complimented your appearance as you smoothed down your skirt, especially as you were already doing your best to keep your nerves in check.

it wasn’t too long before she left you alone, heading off to take care of some other duties that required her attention before the show started. you simply busied yourself with the apps on your phone. over an hour passed before the doorknob turned once again, though you weren’t met with the manager that you’d been with prior. instead, the unmistakable combat boots, black distressed jeans, and form-fitting tank top were ones that you’d recognize anywhere. the shirt perfectly showed off sara’s toned biceps, each adorned with its own intricate display of tattoos; the large crow that decorated her left forearm was even more impressive in person.

you had to draw your eyes away, worried that you’d start drooling. the bassist was absolutely stunning, and you struggled to comprehend that it was actually her in the flesh right before your eyes.

“so you must be the lucky winner,” she spoke, voice somewhat monotone as she stared you down, eyeing you up. sure, you were cute. if anything, she was just glad that instead of some creepy old dude or groupie that had received the prize, it was merely some pretty fan who seemed rather likeable. yet with each passing second that sara lay her eyes on you, she found herself enthralled by something that she couldn't quite place her finger on.

regardless, she went about her business, making idle chit-chat with you whilst you worked to halt the rapid pulsating of your heart. at one point, your hands touched as she handed you a tiny sachet of sugar for your drink, the cool metal of her rings sending shivers down your spine. with each passing moment, you felt more comfortable around the woman, unable to ignore the swells of disappointment in your chest when the other band members and staff began to enter the room and introduce themselves to you.

you got to watch the band throughout their soundcheck, and even spent the show hidden in the wings, a backstage view that many would kill for. in all honesty, you were particularly grateful for your spot gave you the perfect view of sara. her lithe fingers strumming away at the strings of her custom made bass guitar had you weak at the knees, though you did your best not to make each glance too noticeable. each movement was expert, gliding along the instrument as though it was second nature to her. by the end of the show, sara was covered in a thin layer of sweat. the dark hair clinging to her skin made her look even more attractive and making it even more difficult for you to avert your eyes.

once band’s encore was complete and the final concert-goers had straggled their way out of the arena, the pr manager from earlier came to inform you that she needed you to shoot some quick promotional footage for the band’s social media. it would simply be a few shots of you on stage with them.

she led you to the front of the stage, the band coming to pose around you as you did your best to act natural. instead, you found yourself playing with your fingers and staring at the ground, unsure of what to do. your heart skipped a beat when an arm was thrown over your shoulders, a little “relax, princess,” whispered in your ear as none other than sara worked to comfort you. “it’ll be quick, just a couple flashes and you’re done,”

though the obvious intent of calming your nerves, the woman’s touch had quite the opposite effect. being this close to her, you couldn’t restrain the proverbial butterflies from batting their wings in your stomach. you could smell her cologne, corrupted by the vague scent of sweat that was oh so arousing. your thighs subconsciously rubbed together as you breathed it in, and combined with the feeling of her muscles against your skin you felt as though your panties were being set ablaze. it was embarrassing, really. you never thought of yourself as some groupie who would fawn over a band member so hard, yet sara held this unspeakable grip over you.

“got it!” yelled the photographer, looking away from the screen that displayed the image. “i’ll be leaving everything in place, no point dismantling it before tomorrow’s show, right?”

the pr manager agreed, letting every staff member know that they were free to go. she had a few casual questions about your experience tonight, but they were cut off by sara swinging her arm over your shoulders once again.

“relax, the poor girl’s had enough shit thrown at her.” and then she turned to you. “how about you come over here and i’ll show you my bass, hmm? caught you staring at it a couple times while i was playing,”

your face fell, wondering if she’d noticed the full extent of your gawking. she kept her arm around you as she led you to the area of the stage where her prized guitar stood, talking away about it as your gaze filled with awe. the passion and adoration for her craft practically dripped from each word.

periodically, everybody else in the room filtered out. even the work light dimmed, leaving you and sara alone. the soft lighting with of the area and the moonlight filtering in through the vast window panes made sara look even more ethereal, which you didn’t actually think was possible. the woman was stood before you, beauty only comparative to a grecian muse, as she tended to her instrument. you did your best to halt your lewd thoughts as you watched her long fingers caress the bass’s strings, strumming a short melody to ensure it remain tuned. the metal of her rings occasionally glinted in the light, again drawing your attention to her hands. they were somewhat calloused and rough, likely from the years of playing. you also noticed a few bumps and bruises around her knuckles, though remembered reading on one of those silly gossip sites that sara enjoyed boxing in her spare time, and something like that would have left such indents and blemishes.

regardless, each imperfection on the woman’s body made her more attractive to you. your mind drifted to curiosities of how her fingers would feel pumping in and out of you, her rings colliding with your messy cunt and sending a shiver darting up your spine. the sight of her tattooed hands covered in your slick would truly be one for sore eyes, perhaps sara would ram them down your throat until you gagged, and order you lick them clean. maybe she would even wrap her lithe fingers around your throat, squeezing enough to make you breathless. your thighs were rubbing against one another at your nasty train of thought. it felt as though you were in your room late at night, consumed by your own salacious fantasies, unable to keep your head above water and not noticing that sara had abandoned her bass and was now standing in between your legs.

she debated just dropping to her knees and placing a kiss over your clothed cunt, or even playfully biting the exposed skin of your inner thigh. instead, she leaned over you, aligning her lips with your ear. her voice dropped a few octaves, as she practically growled in your ear.

“thinkin’ about me, princess?”

those four words were sufficient in breaking you out of your trance, jumping in your seat as sara only pressed herself closer to you. her hand rested on your thigh, nails digging into the skin as the rough pad of her thumb stroked circles dangerously close to your heat. she’d be lying if you said that she couldn’t see how fucking wet you already were, arousal leaking through the sheer lace of your flowery panties. one of the reasons that sara had offered you the seat on the amp was because from her position tending to her guitar, she had a direct view of your pretty little pussy, all clothed and virtually screaming at her to unwrap. sure, it was a little pervy. but you’d both been undressing each other with your respective gazes from the moment that you laid eyes on one another.

sara’s lips formed a small smirk as she watched you squirm. they hovered near your neck, enough that you could feel the ghost of her hot breath but never once touching your skin. all of your thoughts fled you, judgement impaired and having become purely intoxicated by the woman before you.

“please,” you begged, unable to come up with a more wordy response. but sara wasn’t having it. she was well aware that she held the upper hand in this situation, and was more than willing to use it to her advantage.

“please what, princess? please go away? want me to leave you like this, pretty thing?”

sara’s free hand slipped under your chin, angling your eyes to meet her own. her pupils were blown with lust. the angelic figure that you could have sworn to have seen moments prior was far gone, and replaced by the succubus that stood before you now.

“say it.” her tone was cold and commanding.

“please f- please fuck me,” yours was contrasting a meek, barely above a whisper. you tried to avert your gaze to the ground, though sara kept a tight grip on your chin. the look on your face was urging you to continue, so you thought it best to divulge into some of your lewd thoughts. “wan’ your fingers in me, please! i wanna squirt all over your hand, wan’ you to make me weak, make me cry!”

sara really wasn’t expecting such an outburst. as cute as it was, all that she wished for was the word ‘go’ - and you’d handed it to her on a silver platter. her thumb moved up from your chin, tenderly gliding across your cheekbone before dipping past your soft lips. she wanted to test your reactions, and you exceeded her assumptions. you instinctively began to swirl your tongue around the digit, displaying zero resistance as she pressed it further into your throat. the woman was perfectly content with making you gag, letting your saliva ruin your pretty shirt and dirty up her hand. your doe eyes perfectly complemented such a filthy scene, practically gleaming as sara towered over you.

the woman took full advantage of your distracted state, using her free hand to hike your skirt higher up your thigh. her touch felt electric, sending sparks coursing through you with even the lightest of touches.

you were so focused on sucking sara’s thumb that you didn’t notice her fingers make a move for your panties, sliding the sheer material to the side so that she could get a view of your already soaked cunt. she found herself groaning at the sheer sight, enthralled by your sweet little pussy. it didn’t take any longer than the blink of an eyelid for her to bury two fingers inside of you, exploring your velvety walls as they pulsed around her digits. sara had nearly forgotten about the intrusion in your mouth, only removing it in order to hear the full extent of your angelic whimpers.

part of you felt embarrassed that you were allowing yourself to be so vulnerable when anybody could walk into the room at any time, but sara’s fingers felt absolutely godly, making it rather easy to forget. you bucked your hips up to her touch, placing one hand flat behind you in order to stabilise yourself, and slowly shifting the other to aide the growing euphoria between your legs, seeking out your aching clit.

you seemed to be getting your way with sara, so you thought rather little of the action. hence why when she swatted away your hand, you were surprised. the woman then got to her knees, better levelling her face with your glistening cunt. her fingers continued pumping in and out of your twitching hole whilst the other spread open your folds, revealing your sweet little clit for her. sara placed a quick kiss on the bundle of nerves, eyes having grown noticeably darker as she pulled away. to contrast the prior action, she collected a glob of saliva in her mouth, waiting a second before spitting on your cunt, hitting your clit with perfect aim. your eyes rolled back at the sensation, releasing an embarrassingly loud moan as she spread her spit all over your clit with the rough pad of her thumb. albeit barely audible, you could hear sara release a deep growl, discerning nothing but the word: “mine.”

her tongue then connected to your clit, wasting no time with the pleasantries before absolutely ravaging your cunt. she sucked and nipped as you writhed, gripping her hair for support. it was as though she was on a mission to overstimulate your poor pussy, which… was rather accurate. as the raven haired woman teased your sensitive bud with her teeth and tongue, she continued the relentless motions of her fingers, consistently plunging into you with the aim of rubbing along your sweet spot. slowly, she stretched you open enough to take another digit. the cool metal of her rings colliding with your skin sent shivers down your spine, just as you had imagined they would. no, no, it was better. thinking straight was becoming a struggle.

“m’na,” you tried to articulate, though the multitudes of ecstasy that sara bestowed upon you made articulating your thoughts difficult. “cum,” you stammered, hoping that she got the general gist of what you were trying to communicate.

you couldn’t tell at first. all you knew was that your head was spinning, and sara’s devious ministrations were showing no signs of even easing in the slightest. you came with a cry, tugging at sara’s dark locks as you rode out your high. if anybody else was in the vicinity of the room, they undoubtedly heard you. being a concert venue, your lewd whines echoed rather spectacularly - something that only further spurred sara’s continued abuse of your leaking cunt.

instead of moving her off, you just sat there and took it. your brain was hazy from the gravity of your prior orgasm, and sara’s mouth felt so so good. little whimpers of her name dripped from your lips, synchronous with how your juices dripped from her fingers and lips.

it took a while for the overstimulation to settle in, pleasured whines slowly turning to pleas that it was too much for you to take. in response, sara took her head away from your weeping cunt to make a comment.

“thought y’ wanted to squirt f’me, princess? all talk no game?”

all the meanwhile, her fingers remained in you, gently massaging circles into that rough patch of skin.

“‘m- i-” you mumbled, struggling once again. “pleas- do it. make me squirt f’you, please, please, please,”

sara couldn’t help but smirk at how cumdrunk you were after only one orgasm, and she was adamant that it wouldn’t be your last.

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akutasoda · 6 months

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chapter fifteen - the general's secret

　↳ daitengu!kujou sara x reader

warnings - gn!reader, fluff, childhood friends to lovers, kind of arranged marriage, wc - 1k

being apart of a notorious clan came with its perks and downsides. perks were such as a positive reputation and similar objects. but sometimes it seemed the downsides such as large responsibilities outweighed any positives you could have. your clan had been among few in inazuma known for their fighting prowess and loyalty to the shogun. and therefore from a very young age you were to be trained to hold all responsibilities you were to face in the future.

and as much as you hated it, you had no other choice. it was made very clear to you that you were expected to continue on your clans legacy, afterall you were meant to become the head following your parents eventual end. and so you shouldered the responsibilities and knew that no matter what it was what you had to do.

and thus being one of the most known clans for fighting efforts you had been forced down the path of a soilder. but one major upside was that you often were trained alongside someone who became a close friend. kujou sara of the kujou clan, another notable fighting clan. they often protected inazuma the most, generation after generation serving under the archon themself.

however you two had ended up normally being trained alongside each other. you thought it was something to do with the fact that different clans have different styles of combat or something along those lines. but apart from trainings you two somehow found common ground that built a friendship. a friendhsip that lasted throughout.

it truly was a highlight to both of you even as you two grew into adulthood. by now sara had taken on her duties of becoming general of the tenryou commission amd working closely with the shogun. and for a long while you had taken up your families duties of being the general of a separate commission. even if sometimes the friendship seemed strained you both knew it was because your duties kept you both so busy.

a problem had arose sooner than you had liked, a problem that involved your parents getting involved and deciding for you. it wasn't uncommon for clans to join in hopes of strengthening both sides so when a proposition from higher up came that your clan and the kujou clan were to find a way to join, naturally the spotlight shone on you and sara.

it seemed logical that you two could get along in such arrangements considering your long friendship. but the thought made your face redden very quickly as you had always harboured small feelings for her but just assumed it would never work out. additionally all your duties meant that your time with sara was limited and unlikely to help in such relations.

but nonetheless the arrangement was proposed and in traditional fashion both parties agreed. ot was just that both parties decision was voiced by parents and clan higher-ups than the people it would affect. sara wasn't completely against the idea either. she had always viewed you as a very trusted friend but upon hearing the new that this was to go forward she couldn't help but start fondly seeing you in a more romantic light.

and thus no-one rejected. you and sara became cutely aware of shared feelings and having no issues with the upcoming arrangements. although sara had always preferred the solitary life, if it was with you the idead didn't repulse her as it would with anyone else. but one thing that ahe knew she had to get out was her origin of kin. while she didn't see it as an issue, she wouldn't want to keep a secret with you.

not many didn't know that the kujou clan held strong tengu genes. it was what made them such formidable foes in combat. possessing a greater power of pure strength and wisdom. and within the vast amount of species in tevyat it wouldn't seem unnatural. however sara was a special case. there was always a near impossible chance that a kin of the kujou clan was not just a mere tengu but in fact a daitengu.

daitengu where practically no different to a tengu, the only differences were the very clear distinction in power as a daitengu were always naturally stronger. the only other differences were the fact that thwir wings tended to be larger and some could even master temporary transformation into a more avaian form. so again sara never saw it as a problem but since she was a special case, she didn't want you to be in the dark.

and you didn't mind at all. in fact you felt quite intrigued by her origins, and she gladly would indulge you. and thus with the joining of the two clans it became more apparent of how good of an idea it was. it had also meant the two commissions also joining, sara still holding her position and you becoming an equal role - from your status and power to your official relation to the woman.

seeing as you both now harboured feelings and naturally got along, neither of you faced any major issues. it seemed weird to you but you swear you would start noticing how you spent more time with her now that your two were official. you weren't complaining however. in fact you actively enjoyed the extended time you now had with her and so did she.

they do say that being part of notable clans had ups and downs. but for you and sara it seemed as though there now were more ups.

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