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doumadono · 1 year

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Senne koszmary - Urogi x Reader

Warnings: smut w/o plot, dirty talk, vaginal sex, somnphilia Synpsis: the vividness of your nightmares made them seem more than mere figments of your imagination, and eventually, you obtained the proof that confirmed your suspicions Requested by: @crystalwolfblog - kocham cię mocno, złośnico ♥ Oby ten ficzek przypadł Ci do gustu

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You had been experiencing a persistent issue with unsettling nightmares that plagued you night after night. They were vivid and often disturbing, leaving you feeling fatigued and anxious during the day. You had tried various methods to alleviate this distressing problem, including altering your sleep habits and seeking professional assistance, but to no avail. The recurring nightmares continued to intrude upon your restful slumber, hindering your ability to obtain the peaceful respite that your mind and body so desperately needed. There was one particular nightmare that haunted you incessantly, in which you found yourself face-to-face with a demon of immense proportions. This demonic entity possessed large bird-like wings that towered above you, casting a dark shadow over your trembling body. Its sharp talons, protruding from its monstrous hands, glistened menacingly in the dim light of the nightmare. The demon's massive claws, terminating its grotesque legs, dug deep into the ground, leaving deep imprints that seemed to seal your fate.

As you stood before the demon in your nightmare, his presence looming over you with his large bird-like wings and sharp talons, he introduced himself as Urogi. His voice was deep and gravelly, sending shivers down your spine as he spoke. You tried to wake up from the nightmare, but you were trapped in the darkness of your subconscious, unable to escape the terrifying encounter with this monstrous creature. Every night was plagued by the same harrowing dream, with the demonic figure of Urogi relentlessly haunting your slumber. His intimidating form, with large bird-like wings, razor-sharp talons on his hands, and massive claws ending his legs, loomed over you, filling you with an overwhelming sense of dread. Despite your best efforts, you couldn't shake the nightmarish vision from your mind, and it continued to torment you night after night.

You had already been having a hard time falling asleep that night and you woke, maybe an hour or so after falling asleep, to the feeling of someone sliding under your sheets.

At first, you were confused and groggy. You didn't have anyone over so you had no idea who was crawling between your legs. You figured you were just having a really vivid dream as you felt a thick, sharp talon pulling the hems of your kimono up your figure. The creature held it back and pushed your legs apart.

You were beginning to actually wake up, soft yet shrill humming playing in your ears but you weren't able to pay attention to it. You didn't dare move, but the more it all sunk in and you realized what was happening your stomach dropped. And your pussy instantly grew hot and wet, involuntary. The sensation that overcame you was one of peculiar yet pleasing nature, compelling you to heed its beckoning and venture forth into the unknown.

"You're nice and wet for me tonight, Y/N," you heard a deep, male voice whisper, a loud chuckle followed. It was a confirmation that one - it was that demon, again, and two - he had done this enough to be confident sufficiently to dirty talk to you. It was so messed up and gross because he was fucking revolting, yet tempting in some strange way. The fact that the feeling of his forever sharp talons finally starting to rub your throbbing clit made intense pleasure run through your body made you want to throw up. It was an odd sensation, one that you knew you shouldn't indulge in. The forbidden feeling lingered, tempting you to follow its path. Despite your reservations, you eventually succumbed to its allure and gave in to your curiosity.

It wasn't long before the demon buried two taloned fingers in your pussy while he stopped his thumb on your clitoris, brushing it ever so gently. Soon, you felt something incredibly wet on your exposed pussy. The saliva oozed out of the demon's mouth in a thick and slimy consistency, dripping down onto your sex with a wet plop. It was warm and you hated it but you also fucking loved it at the same time. You were actually enjoying the fact that you didn't have to do anything but lay there, pretending to be sleeping. In seconds he was sucking on your clit with his wet, hot mouth, flattening his tongue to press it tightly against your slit. You couldn't stop the moan that abruptly slipped out of you, sure that you had blown your cover, but Urogi just chuckled and started flicking your clit with his tongue. "How is such a quiet human a loud sleeper?" He asked as if he expected an answer. You just laid there, letting yourself move or breathe hard as much as you needed at such a relaxed state. You never had your pussy eaten like that. At least not awake. He made sure your whole pussy was soaked with juices and his spit. As he licked your pussy, his taloned hand traveled up under your kimono, and he started groping your tit. "Fuck," he groaned against your sensative folds, rough lips and hot breath keeping you horribly stimulated. You literally heard when his thick fingers sunk back inside your aching cunt, slick being forced out to make room as he started back up thrusting them inside. "Gonna make my little human toy moan for me. But you won't remember, will you?" The longer he spoke the rougher he fingered you. Then he got right back to using his mouth while he loudly attacked your pussy, curving his taloned fingers so he was able to rub at your squishy spot, and you were afraid you were going to have to give up on my act to beg him to just fuck you already.

You didn't want him to stop, as much as you fucking hated yourself for it, so you just kept letting it happen and, apparently, were good enough at pretending to be asleep to fool your horny late night visitor. It was astonishing in the worst way possible. Your body was completely moving on its own as it stiffened and your hips rolled against his face and talons to get through the shocking orgasm that washed over you in warm, electrified waves as a moan escaped your parted lips. As soon as you began to relax again, Urogi slapped your pussy a few times. Some slaps were soft, some harder. All of it made the wettest and most obscene sounds you have ever heard.

You thought this was all he was going to do - to play with your needy pussy, using it to pleasure himself, but then you felt him stop and he moved up your body, only settling once he fully pinned you down, rolling you to your tummy less than gently.

"Never seen a woman so fucking messy," he grumbled.

You were in a trance until you felt a heavy, hard cock start to poke the back of your thigh. You felt it all and it was impressive. Your mouth drooled as you licked your lips, and your cunt appeared to ooze more of your desire.

"You belong to me, you gorgeous, little slut!" Urogi chortled in a manner that can only be described as mischievous, his deep and rich laughter reverberating through the air. His eyes, which glinted with a devilish mirth, crinkled at the corners as he chuckled, thoroughly enjoying whatever he found amusing in that moment. His lips parted, revealing a set of sharp canines that seemed to gleam in the light, while his chest rumbled with each guffaw, giving the impression that the very ground itself was shaking beneath him. "You have some gorgeous cunt, little woman." Urogi's corpulent dick plunged deep and sure into your core, causing you to respond in the expected manner - a protracted, resounding, and ecstatic ululation emanated from the depths of your chest and reverberated into the nocturnal stillness, while his sturdy hand encircled the back of your neck, fiercely immobilizing you onto the cushion below. "You're my fucking bitch!" Urogi swore and his other hand gripped the curve of your waist, talons digging into your softness still covered with the kimono as he drove himself deeper and deeper. His stiff girht spread your silken tightness wide until he was seated fully inside. The tip of his cock, red and oozing precum, had carved the way and buried against the entrance to your womb. "Taking demon's cock so well," he crooned and stroked your flank. "Such a good, little hooch!" With agonizing slowness, he retracted his cock, deliberately dragging the girthy length over every contour and swell of your insatiable hole until the tip hung on the brink of liberation once more.

You trembled, anticipating, whining and whimpering. You were willing to wait for Urogi as long as he desired. You knew that he wouldn't leave you unsatisfied.

When he inevitably thrust back in, your mortal body accepted him eagerly and ravenously. The anticipation amplified the sweet release, making the pleasure more ecstatic. With a sudden jolt, his hips drove forward, plunging deep into your core. The movements were rhythmic and unrelenting, a constant in-and-out motion that left you gasping for breath. Urogi found his pace, and soon, you were both moving in unison, each thrust bringing you closer to the edge of ecstasy.

Your body responded eagerly to his touch, quivering with each thrust. His movements played you like an instrument, the pleasure building with each stroke. You couldn't help but push back against him, your hips meeting his in a desperate dance. The sensation was overwhelming, your body rippling and pulsing with each thrust. Together, you worked to bring each other to the brink of pleasure, his body and yours moving in perfect harmony. It was a private concert, a symphony of passion that left you both breathless and sated.

As seconds ticked by, Urogi let out a bellowing groan and spilled his sticky and opaque seed deep into your womb, marking you as his own. "Fuck!"

Your mouth hung open in ecstasy and you teetered on the edge before tumbling over the brink to a glorious climax. Your body convulsed as your cunt released a stream of honey salt over your quivering thighs and the sheets of the bed. "Ah, Urogi!"

Urogi chuckled, releasing his grip on your nape and trailing his taloned hand down your spine, which was still covered by your kimono. The alate demon leaned in close to your ear, his breath hot against your skin. "I knew from the moment I laid eyes on you that you weren't truly asleep," he grunted in a low, gravelly voice. "But I couldn't resist the temptation to come to you, to feel your body beneath mine, to claim you as mine. Again."

As you lay there with Urogi's hand still tracing down your spine, you summoned the courage to speak up. "I knew you've been doing this before. I was sure that these weren't just dreams. They felt too real, too vivid to be mere figments of my imagination…"

Urogi chuckled, his breath fanning the back of your neck. "Of course I have," he concluded.

You shivered as his talons grazed over your lower back, sending a ripple of pleasure down your body. "Why me?" You asked, genuinely curious.

Urogi leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear. "It's the way you submit to me," he whispered. "The way you give yourself completely to my pleasure. No one else has ever done that before."

#urogi #urogi smut #kny urogi #urogi x reader #urogi x you #kny smut #kny x reader #my writing #hantengu clones #demon slayer smut #upper moon four #upper moon 4 #kimetsu no yaiba x you #female reader #urogi fic #kny fiction #request completed

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tiredly101 · 1 year

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Could you do a story about reader (gn) who communicates w/ home like Wally does? Like they used to live in home like a year before Wally moved and reader moved out and came back from like college or smth and has a diff house in the neighborhood now? Like reader and home have full on conversations and Wally is just like:???

If not that completely understandable:) drink water eat ur fav food! And get sleep! ❤️❤️

Hello dearie! Thanks so much for the request, I did change some things so I hope you don't mind, and thanks for reminding me to go to sleep! But alas let's start with the fic!

Home is a language

Pairing: Wally Darling x Baker!Gender neutral Reader

Illustrated Au

Picture is from @qep0ermint!

Y/n has lived in home since they were a kid, if anything they loved the house and talking to it everyday and Home, that was the house name, definetly loved you. Home considered Y/n so kind, sweet yet hyper and that made Home overprotective of them. Maybe a tad too overprotective but they didn't mind; Y/n was sad to part ways with Home but it needed to be done since their parents needed them back home and so with a teary goodbye they left Welcome Home.

Home did get a new guest in its walls, his name is Wally Darling and it was hard not to love the guy. He was charming, calm and sweet, very creative too and soon Home took a liking to the character but never forgetting their OG roommate.

A year gas gone by and Y/n was finally back in Welcome Home, their house has finally been built and their parents were doing just fine without him again, they went to the university too! They even got a degree in baking like they always wanted and Barnaby has sent them multiple letter to let them know of how everything was going around there. They were beyond excited to meet the new neighbor that lives in Home, Barnaby said his name was William Diary? Now he remembers, his name is Wally Darling!

Y/n smiles looking at their new home while looking around their old neighborhood. Their house fitted in perfectly, it was a bit further away from the rest but it still looked perfect along the other houses. Y/n decided that they were going to walk around for a bit since the weather was crisp perfect but after some minutes of walking around they got tackled.

"Y/n! I can't believe that you are here, that you are back!!!," Screamed rather happily Barnaby, normally he would just be quieter if we compared him to Julie. Y/n chuckled and Barnaby picked them up after getting off them, y/n saw a guy behind Barnaby; he had blue hair put in a pompodur, some rainbow pants, a blue cardigan and the look was closed with a red handkerchief tied tightly on his neck. He was cute, definetly y/n's type if they had any in the first place.

"Hello, I'm Y/n L/n! You must be Wally Darling," said Y/n in a soft voice that left Wally speechless so he nodded as a response which made y/n smile while they thought something simple "so he is shy! That's adorable".

As days went by Wally and Y/n got closer, Wally actually invited y/n to his house today and was a nervous wreck. Most of his friends avoided going in his house saying that they were busy but Wally knew deep down that they were scared of Home.

"Hello Home! Long time no see," said Y/n smoothly as soon as they entered Home. Home squeaked and bang the doors in response and Wally was ready to go outside until he heard Y/n laugh.

"I know it has been a year Home! That is why I said 'long time no see' silly," said Y/n within giggle's and Home answer with some creaks from the floorboard and the windows opening and closing.

"My pops are good! Thanks for asking Home, I have really missed talking with you!," Exclaimed y/n happily while Home pulled out a chair for y/n to sit down and they did with a smile on their face. Home started talking with them and they started catching up but Wally was still standing by the entrance, confused as to what was happening.

When Y/n left Wally asked Home what was that all about and Home told him about their shared history while he undid his pompodur, letting his blue hair free.

Wally sighted while letting his head rest on top of his arms, hair flipped to a side and started smiling unconsciously. He couldn't get you out of his mind, something about today felt so domestic and he loved it. He could get used to it, with a dreamy sight he started thinking, maybe he could ask you out on a date? He should ask Barnaby tomorrow.

Here you dearie! I hope you liked it, let me know if you want a part two @whoamveye

#Welcome Home #wally darling x reader #Wally Darling #request completed #btw my request are open #Tiredly Jackie writes

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sugarcloudsky · 9 months

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Hi hi! Strawberry anon here. I was hoping if you can write OB characters so—

Fire spirit cookie, wind archer, and millennial tree cookie with an S/o whos like part of the Cookies of darkness or the child of dark enchantress cookie?

Its fine if you dont write these characters just replace them with dark cacao, and pure vanilla!

Thank you!

—🍓 anon

「Reader Who is the Child of Dark Enchantress Cookie」

characters: dark cacao cookie & pure vanilla cookie (+some bonuses bc i got a little off track in the middle) (all are implied to be platonic but pv and dc’s parts can be read as either)

wc: 1.1k

cws: dark enchantress is a bad mother, bit of a rushed ending

hello!!! went with the second scenario because it felt a lot more interesting!!! also i was originally going to include millennial tree here, but i decided not to because my characterization of him mightve been super flimsy lol… thank you for requesting!

For as long as you can remember, you had been close friends with the five Ancient Cookies. You had been right there next to them ever since all of you were small children. The six of you were known for always being together, always laughing together, crying together, doing almost everything together.

Despite this, there were two of them you were especially close to. You were around these two the most, if you weren’t with all the other ancients, then you would for sure be with these two. Dark Cacao Cookie and Pure Vanilla Cookie.

You did everything with these two ancients, and they did everything with you. Out of the five, you felt the most comfortable with the two of them. They were your rock, and you were theirs whenever you all needed it.

Dark Cacao Cookie, who would listen to all of the stories you had, who would protect you from anyone who tried to hurt you.

Pure Vanilla Cookie, who would listen to all of your troubles and encourage you whenever you needed it, who would heal all of your pains.

And you, who helped Dark Cacao Cookie become accustomed to ruling the Dark Cacao Kingdom. Who helped him with his duties when he became too overwhelmed. Who helped ease his troubles when he became a father soon afterwards. You, who was there for Pure Vanilla Cookie when he lost all of his close friends. Who was there when he went into hiding. Who was there to comfort him when he discovered the truth of Dark Enchantress Cookie’s identity.

Your relationship was perfect. You cared for them deeply, and they cared for you deeply in return. You never kept secrets from them, and they never kept secrets from you.

Well, that’s how you wanted it to be.

But you had to keep one thing from them. One thing you believed could lead to dangerous situations if they found out the truth. One thing you believed could even completely ruin the friendships you had. You didn’t want to lose them or endanger them, so you kept quiet.

The reality was that you were the child of Dark Enchantress Cookie herself. The very enemy that the five ancients were spending all of their resources on to defeat— was your own mother.

You were never planning on revealing this fact about yourself. You weren’t close to your mother, in fact, you ran away from where the Cookies of Darkness resided, not wanting to follow through with your mother’s plans.

You weren’t very close to her anyways— always disagreeing with her views. You always tried to plead with her that there was a better way, but she always brushed you off.

There weren’t many good memories with your parent that you could remember. Most of the memories you had with her were arguments, or her sending Pomegranate Cookie to tend to you whilst she dealt with “more important matters” … that always stung. If anything, Pomegranate was more of a mother to you than Dark Enchantress ever was.

Pomegranate was cold and vindictive, yet she still showed you as much kindness as she could. Even as you were growing up, she treated you as gently as possible, even reprimanding the other Cookies of Darkness if they ever treated you poorly.

Even after you decided to run away from your home, Pomegranate never wished you ill will. She wasn’t happy about your departure, but she decided it would hurt too much to hold on, knowing how you felt about your mother. She truly cared for you, despite never admitting it. If she had to take Dark Enchantress’s punishment for allowing you to leave, then so be it.

It was after that when you met the other ancients. And the rest is history!

You were happy with how your relationship with them was. You didn’t want anything to change. You kept the story of your past hidden away, unspoken.

But of course, you couldn’t keep it a secret forever.

The first to find out was of course, Pure Vanilla and Dark Cacao. They had found out after a brief encounter with Licorice Cookie and the Choco Werehound Brute.

The two had revealed your relationship with the Enchantress without much hesitation, much to your dismay. Dark Cacao and Pure Vanilla looked at you in horror and disbelief at the news as Licorice Cookie and the Brute casually tried to make conversation with you to make up for lost time .

You were terrified now, this wasn’t supposed to happen, they weren’t supposed to know—

Your thoughts are interrupted as Dark Cacao grabs your arm and angrily pulls you away. Pure Vanilla follows shortly after, leaving the huffing Licorice behind. He didn’t even get to say goodbye!

Tears welling in your eyes, you begin to fear the worst: they’re about to yell at you, push you away, kill you—

But that’s not what happens.

After pulling you to a more secluded area, Dark Cacao finally lets go of you and demands an explanation. You look over at Pure Vanilla in desperation, but his face is twisted into an expression similar to yours, one of distress.

So, swallowing your anxiety, you finally explain the truth. The truth of your mother. The truth of your lineage. But you frantically tell them that you have no ties with your mother anymore! That you never agreed with her plans! That you truly wanted to help them with their cause!

Dark Cacao wasn’t exactly convinced right away, but Pure Vanilla quietly walked over and pulled you into a hug, patting your back gently. He allowed you to cry, patting your shoulder and listening to you earnestly. Dark Cacao huffs, telling you that if you ever keep secrets from them again, he won’t be so forgiving.

Pure Vanilla trusted you deeply. He would believe your story very quickly. Though it does take time for Dark Cacao to trust you fully again.

They both comforted you as you were reminded of what you had to go through with your mother. Pure Vanilla assured you that none of it was your fault, and that you can’t control who your family is. Dark Cacao vows to get revenge on that cookie once and for all for you.

Despite this small bump in the road of your relationship, the three of you still remained great friends. In fact, you would argue that your relationship became even stronger afterwards. Although, they did make you promise to stop keeping secrets, which you happily accepted whilst giggling gleefully

With time, your two closest companions came to accept you, and love you for who you were, no matter what dark things your past held. What only mattered now was the path ahead. Together, hand in hand, you will all continue to walk that path.

And once you all finally get to Dark Enchantress Cookie, you won’t be so easy on her.

#cookie run x reader #cookie run kingdom #fanfiction #crk x reader #cookie run x you #cookie run #x reader #crk #dark cacao x reader #pure vanilla x reader #request completed

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blackfangedreaper · 1 year

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I can’t tell if request are open but could I request luffy reacting to his s/o dancing on stage with this song and dance cover (https://youtu.be/qnPTDEaP9Hw ) ? + marines are watching too if u can do that

HE KNOWS

Pairings: Monster trio + Aokiji, koby, shanks and mihawk x dancer!y/n

Warning: fluff, suggestive themes, cursing, grammatical errors. MDNI.

Tags: @closet-degenerate @h3rfave @iin0va @avaricious-hoe @audreys-works @444katsuki

Note: loved the idea nonna and yes my requests are open.

LUFFY

The sparkles in his eyes as he watched you twirl, drop then swing your hair, you looked so good dancing up there, so good he didn't know if he wanted to join you or let you be. Nami pulled him by his ears when he got too close to the stage unconsciously, too hypnotised by your moves to notice.

Couldn't resist trying to go closer once again to the stage to see you more. His jaw dropping when you dropped to a split. His pupils shaking at your sensual movements swallowing thickly when you blew a kiss at him. He loved it every second of it.

His eyes drooping slightly taking a halflidded form at the way you swung your hips, hunger present in his eyes as he maintained eye contact with you all through. He wanted something and you'll give it to him,- "Hey, do the thing you did with your waist on stage!" -He knows.

ZORO

His gaze trailed all over your body as you danced in those thigh high 4 inched heels, the ones you dragged him out to buy with you. And they fit you so well, the leather sticking to the skin of your thighs perfectly.

His pants tighening as your ass hung in the air for a moment, your movements were so sensual, it drove him crazy. He couldn't wait to get you alone, maybe you'll give him a private dance, on his dick that is.

He couldn't take his halflidded eyes off you, swinging his head back to finish his booze before relaxing on the chair, his arms over the couch, legs manspread and head tilted a little to rest on the couch. His eyes on you just like you wanted it- "Greedy little thing, look how you're sucking me in." -He knows.

SANJI

This one was on the brink of passing out but he had to stay awake, he had to. Just watching you swing your hips to the beat of the song had blood flowing out through his nose in spurts.

Tears in his eyes as you winked at him, his nose stuffed with tissues and cheering a muffled. ''Y/n-chwan". His eyes wide open as not to miss a single moment. His eyes almost rolled back when your ass hung up in the air.

God knows he's horny and he's not too proud to beg after your little dance he'll show you the bed then after, breakfast in bed. You'll just love what he has planned,- "Hm? Faster? Whatever you want sweetheart." -He knows.

AOKIJI

Was very flustered although not visibly. He was trying to play it cool, but his eyes were erratic behind his shades. Whistling when your ass jiggled in those short shorts or when your boobs bounced in your crop top.

Tapped his feet steadily to beat as he watched you twirl on the floor before getting up slowly, his normally cold body heating up at your halflidded stare.

All that cake and he couldn't wait to give you some filling and with the look you had on your face you wanted him to hit it till you lose all feeling,- "Ah... What mess, what's the point of filling you up if you'll just pour it back out." -He knows.

KOBY

Would have passed out if helmoppo hadn't held him steady, he's seen you dance before infact he watches you dance all the time but this somehow feels different watching you dance all so sexy especially in those clothes, it stirs up something in him.

From the moment you turned around he knew what you were doing, watching you back it up then drop it down. All eyes were on you and he wasn't gonna lie you've got him watching too.

Using his marine uniform to fan himself a little, was it him or it was hot. Either way he was sure it was you, the way you smirked at him you wanted something from him and what exactly do you want?- "Pl-Please, don't tease!" -He knows.

SHANKS

Kept smirking with an obvious blush on his face. No way was he going to let you get away with teasing him like that. Just look at you, dancing so sexy and even in sexier clothing, if you think he'll let you down slowly you've got another thing coming.

Teeth tugging on his bottom lip as he watched you dip and twirl. A little 'fuck' escaping his mouth as his eyes followed the way you caressed your body. Groaning when you smiled suggestively at him reminding him of your earlier statement.

"Shanks, I'll be back after this one song, then you're taking me home." You winked before leaving him with a kiss on the cheek as you swayed all the way up the stage. The smirk on his face never dropping as he thought of all the things he'd do to you tonight and only- "Hahah! Not so bold now huh?!" -He knows.

MIHAWK

He smiled into his wine cup, sipping the drink as he eyed your movements. He leaned back into the bar stool groaning when you dropped it down and whined, you were going to be the death of him.

His attention on you and noone else, watching it bounce as you danced, the way you licked your lips to tease not only him but the others in the crowd. Chuckling a little when you smiled innocently in his direction, well aren't you cute.

The atmosphere, the clothes, the bloody song, it was all you, you knew the attention it brought but to be honest he wasn't all that surprised he knows you love the attention that you get when you move and You know,- "Eager Eager, a little patience won't hurt, querido [darling]." -He knows.

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poppysplace-edits · 2 years

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icons with the ddlc official halloween art for anon! ftu with credit <3

#request completed #candy chatter #icons #ddlc #doki doki literature club #ddlc sayori #ddlc monika #ddlc yuri #ddlc natsuki #sayori ddlc #monika ddlc #yuri ddlc #natsuki ddlc #halloween #halloween costumes #halloween tw

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antiendosystemterms · 1 month

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could you maybe make a flag/term for a protector that protects not only their system, but their partner's system as well?

i do NOT mean "system hopping" - i mean a physical protector of another system, like advocating for them in tense situations when they can't for themselves when they front, or are triggered to front by partner sys being in distress

thank you so much!

Definitely Here ! It was fun to make! I like how the flag turned out :3

#did #actually did #anti endo #did system #endos dni #system #endos fuck off #alter #Request #Request completed

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writermask-0807-backupblog · 9 months

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Hello my love, may i request a genya x kitsune hashira? Like the reader has a pet fox and fox-like breathing style? Thank you!

A/N: To @xoxothekitsunehashiraxoxo :) I hope I did your request justice, and thank you for requesting! Also, since it wasn’t specified, I made it into hcs. Hope you don’t mind! 🙃

Warnings: a little bit of angst about Genya’s past, Genya being distrustful of the reader until a certain point, ooc Genya (he sounds like Bakugou again whyyy 😩) and I wrote the reader’s hair red. Idk if that’s ok?

When you first meet Genya, it’s in the infirmary of the butterfly mansion; he’s badly injured, just having barely survived a failed mission with an equally skewered conscience, and you- well, you’re searching for someone new to terrorize.

He tells you to “Go bother someone else goddammit!” and he’s a bit… he’s a bit bothered when you smile instead, a wide, foxy grin he doesn’t like in the slightest.

Where you’re initially intrigued by the mystery of his last name and the gap between him and his brother, Genya’s a little bit mystified by you; you with your mischievous grins and your coral-red hair and cunning mind like the very embodiment of the Kitsune Hashira and a pet fox you literally call Fox (“Genya-kun, this is Fox! Fox, this is Genya-kun.” “Hah? You literally call your fox Fox?!” cue the cursed thing jumping on him and he did not scream like a girl, shuddup!), and your status of Hashira that makes him sort of envious because, well, you can’t be much older than him, right? And yet you’re closer to Sanemi than he’ll ever be, probably earned his respect too, because you’re wonderful and perfect like that, and it’s everything he’s ever wanted.

And from that day onwards, you sort of just… stick around, he guesses- a constant in his life if there ever was one, smiling at his blatant insults and finding loopholes through his words and constantly flustering him and touching his scars with a gentle hand, and smiling at him like you actually, really mean it, like you actually think he’s worth something, like he’s actually good.

And at first it’s infuriating, because you’re just distracting him with your pretty words and prettier smiles and why does he find your words and your smiles pretty in the first place?! And he hates it, hates you.

But you’re both persistent like the devil, and as patient as a Saint, and you’re insistent on becoming his friend, so you play the long game.

And then slowly, slowly, your constant efforts whittles his anger away, and slowly, it becomes slight annoyance and then familiarity and your relationship becomes something suspiciously like friendship and the promise of something more.

Genya finds you a steady presence by his side, and he begins to take a strange comfort in that- knowing that while the world may change, you’re the one thing in his life that will always stay constant.

You remind him of the good that’s left in the world, of the family he lost, of why he became a slayer in the first place, and with you, Genya relearns what he had forgotten; that there was good left in the world, bonds strong enough not to be weathered by time and love true enough to withstand the weight of eternity.

And with you, when he learns that you’re only there to help, when he learns not to push you away anymore, Genya learns to smile- albeit a tad roughly- around his scars, learns to laugh at your terrible jokes and pet Fox with an gentleness that’s unusual for him, and he learns how to appreciate the small things; like the way the sun catches in your red, red hair in a way that makes it halo around you like a crown of flames, the way your eyes shimmer with an galaxy of stars in the light, the laughter in your voice, and the sweet curve of your mouth that he’d like to kiss one day.

(Under your care, he learns how to love again without the reminder of all the hurt and the pain, and this time, with you around, Genya’s determined not to forget it again.)

FIN-

#Request completed #Genya x reader #Shinazugawa Genya #Reader x Genya #Genya X y/n #Genya x you #Kny #Kimetsu no Yaiba #Demon slayer #Hcs #Kny scenario #Ngl I'm too lazy to put in any more tags

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nightmares-mogai · 8 months

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Dawnuskstar

A gender under the genderstar system where one’s gender is related to stars of both dawn and dusk, and the divine reflection between them.

Requested by @ithriel-coins

No Image ID; help appreciated.

#gender coining #mogai #xenogender #xenogender coining #dawnuskstar #genderstar #genderstar system #gender request #request completed

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wanderingjedi77 · 1 year

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Armorer x Fem!Reader x Bo (Wonder)

Summary: Six months after talking to Armorer and Bo about wanting a child, a pregnant reader adjusts to their new life.

Sequel to Always

You groaned as you sat in the chair, hand on your heavy stomach as Koska placed a pillow behind your back. You were grateful for your friend, always keeping to your side when Bo and the Armorer could not.

Your first pregnancy had been turbulent, and you were only five months along. You had your ups and downs, mood swings, sickness, generally feeling like an overinflated balloon. But they never had an unkind word for you. Always suggesting remedies to help you. Telling you how much they loved you.

"How is our Lady doing today?"

You looked up to see Ahsoka smiling at you, and you relaxed. "I feel like I'm going to burst. Can't you use some jedi trick to make this baby grow faster?"

Ahdoka laughed. "I wish I could. Unfortunately the force doesn't work that way."

You sigh sharply, and Ahsoka examines you more closely. "I know it hurts, but keep on your feet as much as possible."

"Okay." You look at Koska and she shrugs at you.

"She's the Jedi. I'm just moral support." Koska jokes. You swat her arm, and hear heavy footsteps approaching. No, you think. It's two sets of foot steps.

"Are we having a party on my balcony?"

You smiled as both Bo and the Armorer come into view, and Bo smiled back when she sees you.

"Good morning cyar'ika." The Armorer greets gently. "I was wondering where you ran off to."

You lean up and kiss Bo before looking at the Armorer, amused. "Maybe if someone wasn't such a blanket theif, I would have slept in longer."

Bo laughed.

"She's not wrong. I was cold too."

You lean your head back as Bo wraps an arm around you, tired. "I could get used to all this attention." You say suddenly, enjoying the company even though you don't really want to be fussed over..

Ahsoka smiles. "We all spent time with you before."

"Yes. But I feel...I don't know. I feel different. I appreciate how much all of you are doing for me." You say, embarrassed. Sometimes, the attention was too much though. You felt bad.

Koska squeezes your shoulder.

"Don't be stupid. Why wouldn't we help."

You shrug, and the Armorer tilts her head.

"You look exhausted, baby girl." She says, and looks at Ahsoka and Koska. "Could you leave us with our wife? I'd like to get her into bed."

"I bet you would." Ahsoka teases, and there's a collective groan.

"Ahsoka."

"What? I was teasing." Ahsoka laughed. "Come on Koska, we can find more interesting things to do."

You watched them leave with a wave, and startled when the Armorer picked you up, making a noise of protest.

"Hey!"

"Let me get you to bed." The Armorer lays you down gently in the bed, and you feel your aching muscles relax as Bo comes up and lays down next to you. The Armorer sits and pulls your legs into her own lap and runs her hands soothingly up and down.

"You know you don't have to do all of this." You tell them, feeling a little annoyed. "I can take care of myself. I'm not full term yet." You try to explain. You felt bad really, you didn't want to keep them away from their jobs.

"I know. But we love you." Bo explains. She reaches over and puts a hand on your stomach, curling on her side to loom at it better as you huff in protest.

The Armorer meets your gaze and takes off her own glove before copying Bo. You watch them for a few moments, their eyes so full of love. Maybe this wasn't a bad thing? They hadn't even met yoir baby and they wanted to be close to both of you all the time.

"Do you think it's too early to recite the creed?"

The Armorer looked at Bo. "They can't talk yet Bo. At least let our little one come out of their mother's stomach."

Bo sighed. "I know. I'm just excited."

"I know you are my sweet girl." The Armorer looked up at you, and you smiled at her.

"We love you too, baby girl." The Armorer adds, and you blew them a kiss. Bo winked at you and you laughed.

"I know you do." You answer. You reach down to pull them up, one on either side of you. Bo settles her hand on your hip and the Armorer around your shoulders. "I love you both so much, even if I think you fuss too much about me and the baby."

"We do it because it's our baby too. And you are our wife, my love." Bo replies, kissing you on the cheek, and you settle down more, the tiredness coming back.

Warmed by their words and their you relax, soothed and comforted. You just want to sleep.

And so, you do.

#star wars #the mandalorian #bo katan kryze #the armorer #star wars mandalorian #star wars the mandalorian season 3 #nitearmor #bo katan x the armorer #bo katan x reader #bo katan x female reader #the armorer x fem!reader #the armorer x reader #koska reeves #ahsoka tano #request completed #i hope you like this

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system-owned-and-operated · 3 months

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jane+jake ectokid. this is for that one guy who messaged @ectobiology-machines with this request but accidentally typed jake instead of jane and created Jake English, The One That's Actually In the Comic

CLARIFICATION i dont ship jane and jake. i just think they would do something like this for the lols and

jank my friend jank

#homestuck kin #homestuck #hskin #hs kin #request completed #sprite edit #ectokid

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antaresgalaeth · 10 months

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Sebastian Sallow x MC Rowan (who has giant blood)

Requested by @felix-cant-ski

Uncensored version [Link] 🔞🔞🔞

Colored version coming soon.

👇Click here to see the fanart

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Tips/shop: Gumroad

All my links in LINKTREE

#sebastian x player #sebastian x mc #sebastian smut #sebastian sallow #hogwarts legacy mc #sebastian sallow x mc #hogwarts legacy sebastian #hogwarts legacy smut #smut fanart #fanart request #request completed #request art #smut requests #hogwarts legacy fanart #giant/tiny #giant tiny

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doumadono · 10 months

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The stalker - Muzan & Reader

Warnings: modern AU, non-con smut (partially), somnophilia, rough smut, reverse 69, choking, stalker!Muzan, p in v smut, stalking, dark themes Synopsis: living your ordinary life, little do you know that your every move is being silently and carefully watched by a man who has taken an interest in you. He is ready to do anything to claim you as his property Requested by: anonymous Wordcount: ~ 4.2k

MASTERLIST

It began with subtle occurrences, almost insignificant at first. Instances that didn't raise much concern or feel particularly peculiar. Doors that were once closed would be found ajar in the morning, leaving a lingering sense of doubt. You would wake up, finding yourself in a different position than the one you remember falling asleep in. Your dresser drawer, specifically the one where you kept your undergarments, would often be in disarray. And lately, upon awakening, you noticed your face dampened by traces of drool. Naturally, you attributed these incidents to exhaustion from juggling your college studies and late-night job, dismissing them as mundane.

However, as time progressed, unsettling events began to unfold. It was during one of those moments when you were seated on your bed in your underwear that unknown numbers flashed across your phone screen, accompanied by text messages that pierced through your sense of security. "You look so stunning."

Initially, you dismissed those messages, assuming they were mere notifications from your Instagram account sent to your phone. It seemed like an innocuous occurrence, easily brushed aside. At first, they arrived sporadically, appearing only once a month. Yet, as time passed, their frequency multiplied, transitioning to twice a month and now occurring nearly every other night. The content of these messages took a disturbing turn, growing increasingly specific and disquieting, causing a deep sense of unease to settle within you.

"Drive home safe." As you prepared to leave work, the unsettling message arrived once again, this time just as you were about to embark on your drive home. A wave of apprehension washed over you, causing you to remain seated in the empty parking lot, cautiously scanning your surroundings for any signs of a presence. To your relief, there were no other cars in sight, and your coworkers had long departed for their respective homes. Despite the fear creeping within you, you chose to delete the message, attributing it to a potential prank from one of your mischievous coworkers.

Driving home, you pulled into the parking garage of your apartment building. Stepping out of your car, an eerie sensation enveloped you, a nagging feeling that someone's eyes were fixated on your every move. Instinctively, you halted and swiftly turned, hoping to catch a glimpse of the observer. Yet, the scene that greeted you was one of silence and emptiness, devoid of any visible presence. Shaking off the unease, you attributed the disconcerting feeling to the stress accumulated from your demanding schedule of school and work. In an attempt to lighten the tension, you giggled softly, convincing yourself that it was all in your imagination, before resuming your stride towards the elevator.

Entering your apartment, a sense of relief washed over you as you finally arrived at the sanctuary of your own space. However, as you began to settle in, the disarray of your belongings caught your attention. The drawer where you kept your panties remained open, a chaotic mess within. Recollecting the hurriedness of your morning routine, you swiftly closed the drawer, intending to address the mess later. Shrugging off the unsettling occurrence, you proceeded to undress, casually discarding your clothes onto the floor, and made your way to the bathroom.

With the water running, you allowed your bath to fill, seeking solace in its soothing embrace. As you eased into the warmth, the events of the day lingered in your mind, a subtle reminder of the uncanny incidents that had unfolded. However, immersed in the tranquility of the moment, you hoped that the relaxing waters would wash away the lingering unease, allowing you to find respite from the disquieting experiences that had punctuated your day.

You sat there in the silence, your apartment's ambient sounds merging with the gentle subsiding of the water in your bath. The soothing warmth caressed your tired body, lulling you into a state of drowsiness. Yielding to the tranquility, you closed your eyes, surrendering to relaxation. However, amidst the peacefulness, a distinct sound reached your ears — footsteps, unmistakably within the confines of your own apartment.

Startled, you swiftly sat up, instinctively crossing your arms to cover your breasts, and voiced your presence aloud, "Hello?!" The silence that followed offered no response, but the mysterious footsteps ceased their approach. Shaking your head, you muttered to yourself in a hushed tone, "Stupid. It's probably your neighbor's kids running down the hall again." Dismissing the unease that had momentarily enveloped you, you carried on with your bath, eventually finishing and stepping out of the water. As the last remnants drained away, you turned around, enveloping yourself and your damp hair in towels.

Leaving the bathroom, you made your way to the bedroom and settled onto your bed. Glancing at your phone, you noticed a new message and tapped to read it. "Your laugh is so cute." The words on the screen caught your attention, evoking a mixture of curiosity and uncertainty, as a flicker of discomfort ran through you. You stared at the message wide-eyed, your mind racing with uncertainty about its meaning. Did it imply that someone had overheard your laughter at work? Were they possibly a classmate? Or perhaps they had been lurking in the parking garage earlier. The weight of the unknown hung heavy upon you, prompting you to abruptly jump out of bed and hastily make your way to the front door.

With a sense of trepidation, you peered through the peephole, scanning the dimly lit hallway as best as you could. No signs of anyone in sight — no figures walking past, no individuals lingering outside. You double-checked the locks on your door, giving it a forceful tug to ensure its secure fastening. Satisfied that the entrance was indeed locked, you made your way back into your room, feeling a slight relief wash over you.

Preparing for bed, you attended to your nightly routine, diligently drying your hair, brushing it out, cleansing your face, and meticulously brushing your teeth. Slipping into your favorite sleepwear — a loosely buttoned plaid shirt sans a bra, accompanied by a pair of comfortable white panties — you settled down in bed. Glancing at your phone one last time before your heavy eyelids succumbed to sleep, you reasoned that the bath you had taken earlier had taken its toll on your fatigue, compounded by the arduous efforts you had put into your work.

Unbeknownst to you, the sounds of your bedroom door opening and the soft, calculated footsteps approaching your bedside went unnoticed, concealed beneath the veil of your slumber. Standing above you was a figure, their countenance obscured by a black ski mask, their hands adorned with black latex gloves. Clad in a black short-sleeved shirt, dark blue denim jeans, and black boots, they silently observed your peaceful rest, their breathing growing increasingly labored. Then, with measured steps, they retreated, briefly illuminating the bathroom light to obtain a clearer view of your form as you slept.

The light from the bathroom was just enough for him to see, but not bright enough to wake you up. Muzan walked back over beside your bed and reached down for your blanket. Gently pulling it up and off of you, so Muzan could see you. He stood there and looked you up and down; he grabbed the growing bulge in his pants and gave it a squeeze. Muzan stared at your nearly naked body and noticed your unbuttoned shirt, he slowly reached down and gently pulled your shirt up till it fell to the side.

He saw that you had decided not to wear a bra tonight and decided to be a little bold. Reaching down, Muzan cupped your breast in his large hand. The black-haire man gently squeezed, which caused you to stir, freezing him in place. As you started to settle, Muzan squeezed and rubbed your breast more and more. Noticing your nipple starting to get hard, Muzan pinched it between his fingers and gently started to pull. This got more of a reaction out of you as you let out a tiny moan before stirring once again.

He pulled his hand away and stepped back, undoing his belt, unzipping his pants, and reaching into them as he pulled out his cock. Gripping his cock in his hand, Muzan started to stroke himself, grunting quietly as he watched over you. As precum oozed out the tip of his cock, it covered his hand and smeared his cock as Muzan rubbed it up and down. Muzan stepped forward and put one knee on the bed, positioning himself over you. Muzan stroked himself over your chest, grunting and groaning silently as he reached his climax. Unable to stop himself, he started shooting thick, hot ropes of cum onto your chest.

This didn't wake you up, and this made him smile and made him more bold. Muzan reached his hand between your legs and gently pressed his fingertips against you. He brushed his fingertips against the cloth of your panties as he pushed down. Muzan rubbed you up and down through your panties, watching your face as your body began to react on its own. You started breathing harder, your face began to express pleasure as your eyes shut tighter and your mouth started to open. You let out soft moans between breaths as your body reacted to his touch.

He could feel you starting to heat up from his touch on his fingertips. Muzan started to press down firmer, finding your clit when you let out a louder moan as his fingers brushed up against it. Muzan started to rub your clit in circles as he watched you react more and more. You started panting harder and harder as Muzan rubbed your clit and pussy more and more until you couldn't handle it anymore and came. You let out a loud moan as your body shook from your orgasm.

He smiled, watching you tremble and shake, but that smile slowly faded. You started to wake up, your eyes opened and shut as you tried to adjust to the dimly lit room. All you saw was a large shadow standing above your bed. Your eyes opened wide, and your mouth opened as you started to scream. Before you could let out a louder scream, Muzan jumped on top of you and covered your mouth with his hand. He pulled his free hand to his face and motioned for you to shush.

You started to cry from that situation, a large man pinning you down on your bed and keeping you from calling for help. You tried to move, but you didn't know what was wrong. Was it his weight keeping you from moving, or were you paralyzed from fear? All you could do was stare up at him, your eyes adjusting to the dimly lit room. In a dim light, you could see he was a very handsome man, and that he seemed not too old but that terrified you even more because you had no idea who he could be. Your eyes started to burn from the tears welling up, and your body shook out of fear.

"Shhh. Don't scream. If you scream, I'll have to hurt you, and I don't want to do that," Muzan said to you, his voice deep and his tone stern. The grip Muzan had over your mouth was tight, and he pushed down on you. His body weight kept you pinned underneath him. You felt something else pressed against your stomach. It was hard, a little wet, and you could feel it twitching against your bare skin. As you lifted your head just enough to look down, you could see it was his cock pressing against your stomach. You laid your head back down and stared at him, your eyes even wider after seeing his cock.

"If you behave, I won't hurt you, but if you try to fight back or scream. I'm going to hurt you and I'm going to hurt you badly. Do you understand me?" He asked you, leaning down a little, his tone still stern, and his voice deep. You stared back up at him and slowly nodded. Muzan pulled his hand off your mouth as he leaned away from your face, his body still sitting on top of you, and his cock now rested on your stomach.

You wiped the tears away from your face. You noticed your shirt was opened, so you covered yourself back up as you looked up at him. "W-what do you want?" you asked him, trying to put up a tough act, but it failed as your voice trembled.

"You. All I've ever wanted is you. And now I have you and no one can stop me." Muzan said that to you, his tone changing as he stared at you. Muzan adjusted his legs, grabbed each of your legs, and spread them, so he could be between them. Muzan was strong and easily moved you around like a doll. You were powerless to stop him as he positioned himself between your legs. He grabbed his cock and started to stroke himself, precum oozed from the tip and dripped onto your stomach. As you looked down at his dick, you could see that he was packing a monster. It was as thick as a soda can and almost as long as your forearm.

Before you could even beg him to stop, Muzan pulled your panties to the side and pressed the tip of his cock against your pussy. You gripped your sheets tight in your hands as you gritted your teeth together from the pain. You could feel the tip of his cock beginning to push inside you, spreading your pussy like it had never been spread before. You let out pained gasps for air as you stared up at the ceiling, eyes opened wide. You could hear him groaning as Muzan pushed in slowly, and from under his breath, you could hear him say. "Fuck... you're so tight."

Every inch felt like hell, his cock was so thick it filled you up almost instantly. As Muzan inched in deeper, you tried to catch your breath, but the pain made it hard as you gasped for air. Finally, his cock was inside you completely, and you could finally breathe as you lifted your head and looked down. You could see your stomach bulging from his cock. You dropped your head back as your mind started to go blank from the pain slowly turning into intense pleasure.

The pleasure was cut short as Muzan started to slide his cock out, slowly. You let out a pained scream, but all that came out was an inaudible squeal. Muzan looked down at you with a smile, your mouth open was an irresistible invitation. Muzan leaned down and gave you a kiss, forcing his tongue inside your mouth, sloppily swirling his tongue around inside your mouth, his saliva mixing with yours. You didn't fight back as you closed your eyes and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into the kiss even more.

His cock continued to slide out of your pussy inch by inch, it felt as if he was pulling your insides out as he continued to pull out. Eventually reaching the tip of his cock, he stopped, as he continued to kiss you. Muzan pulled away from the kiss and looked down at you, a string of spit connecting your lips. "Here we go, baby, it's going to get real rough. So hold on tight," Muzan said to you with a loving smile. This was his warning, but it didn't prepare you for what was going to happen next.

You felt his cock thrust inside you in one quick motion. Your stomach felt full again and you couldn't breathe. You stared up at him in pained ecstasy. Muzan slid out again and quickly thrust back inside you. He pounded your pussy with body-shaking thrusts, making it hard to think or speak. All that came out were loud moans and garbled words that made no sense.

It didn't take you long to cum, but black-haired continued to fuck you through your orgasm. The waves of pleasure mixed with searing pain made your brain melt. You could hear his balls slapping against your wet cunt, the sound of your pussy being stirred up by his monster cock, and his moans. You looked up at him and saw his face, Muzan was happy.

You felt his hands grab you by the throat, they were large and easily fit around your throat. Then Muzan started to squeeze hard, choking you. You grabbed his wrists and weakly tried to pull them off, but it was no use. He was much stronger than you and his grip was tight. You tried to tell him to stop, but nothing came out, and soon you started to gasp for air. Gripping his wrists with your nails now, you tried to dig in to get him to stop. Your vision went blurry as you started to lose consciousness, your eyes welled up in tears, hoping this would end. Your body betrayed you again as you started to cum violently on his cock, squirting and making a mess on your bed.

Your stomach filled with heat as his cock swelled inside you, and his thrusts became more erratic and rough. As you started to black out, you could feel the hot sensation of his cock cumming inside you. Muzan thrust deep inside as he started to cum, filling your cunt with his thick, hot seed. Muzan let out a loud groan, maintaining his tight grip around your throat as your body went limp and you blacked out. He finished cumming inside you, sliding his cock out of your ruined pussy. His hands released your throat as he got off of you. Muzan smiled as he watched your gaping hole ooze out his cum onto the bed.

He got off the bed and stretched. This had been way better than he thought it was going to be. Muzan didn't want to stop there, and it seemed his cock felt the same way. It bounced as it throbbed and got hard again. Muzan looked over at you and watched your passed-out body. Muzan had already gone this far, so there was no real point in stopping. He grabbed your body and adjusted you on the bed, hanging your head off the edge. Muzan stroked his cock and positioned himself as he pressed his cock against your lips.

It didn't take much for you to open your mouth as his cock slid in easily with no protest from you. Your mouth gaped open and struggled to take him fully. Muzan fit himself in your mouth as much as he could, gently thrusting as he started to fuck your face. Muzan got on top of you and ripped your panties off in one quick motion. Using his large hands, Muzan spread open your legs as he went down on you. He started to eat you out passionately as he fucked your face. Muzan could taste his own cum mixed with yours as his tongue forced its way inside you. You moaned happily as he enjoyed the pussy he had been looking at for months.

You slowly started to regain consciousness, and to your horror, you could feel your mouth filled with this large rod. Your eyes opened and blinked as you lay there in shocked horror. You tried to push him away with your hands against his thighs, but again Muzan easily overpowered you. You could feel your pussy being eaten out, but the pain of your throat being fucked confused you again. You couldn't say a word because you were so focused on trying to breathe. His cock filled your mouth and went down your throat over and over.

Your face became a mess as your tears and drool mixed. His cock, which had scared you before, started to taste good, and your tongue moved on its own as you licked his shaft. Your brain again started to shut down as the pain and pleasure mixed, and you couldn't even collect your thoughts. You could feel his cock grow in your mouth, and you realized what was going to happen next, but you didn't have a choice in this. You were just along for the ride as Muzan forced his cock down your throat and shot his cum down it. The man used you as his cum dump, filling your tummy with his hot, thick seed. Your pussy clamped around his tongue as you started to cum again, your thighs squeezing his head, while the only noise you made was a muffled, messy squeal.

He pulled his cock out of your mouth and stroked himself, shooting out the last strings of cum on your face. You looked like a mess, your face covered in tears, drool, and cum. You just lay there, catching your breath, but Muzan wasn't done. He picked you up in his arms and easily moved you around. You were nothing but a doll to him, and he was going to do whatever he wanted with you. Picking you up, Muzan tossed you back on the bed, on your stomach. You didn't fight back; it was pointless, you realized, as you just let it happen. He grabbed your ankles and pulled your legs off the bed.

He kicked your legs open and positioned himself behind you. You didn't get a moment to rest as you felt his cock gaping your sore pussy again. This position felt so different; you could feel his cock scraping your insides as Muzan stirred you up. He leaned down and reached his hand around your throat, pulling your head back, forcing you to look up at him as he pounded your pussy. Muzan slammed your body into the mattress over and over. You didn't fight back; you just moaned like the good little slut he was training you to be. You opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out, inviting him to kiss you.

He smiled and leaned down, kissing you. Your tongues wrestled and swirled around in each other's mouths. You moaned into his mouth as you felt your pussy being ruined by his cock. You could feel his throbbing dick pushing in deeper than before. Your hands gripped the sheets tight as you braced yourself against the bed. You heard your pussy being stirred up by his cock as his balls slapped against you, filling the room with their lewd sounds. You loved feeling his tongue in your mouth and his low, bestial growls echoing as Muzan grunted and groaned.

His cock continued its endless pounding as it fucked you senseless once again. You started to moan out loud and yelled, "Fuck! Fuck! More!" He smiled at your brainless request, putting one hand on your hand and pushing you down into your mattress as he stood back up. You felt his hands grip your hips tight, and then it happened. Muzan started fucking you furiously, his cock pounding your pussy over and over. Your bed started to shake and pound into the floor. You clung to the bed with whatever strength you felt like you had left. This merciless assault just made you scream and beg for more.

You were nothing but a toy in his hands as Muzan pulled you into him while fucking you. You couldn't help but cum over and over again, squirting on his cock and making a mess on your floor as you squirted and leaked his cum out onto the floor. It didn't take him long to reach his limit as Muzan started to shout, forcing his cock deep inside you, forcing the air out of you as he filled you with his seed once again. It felt warm in your belly, and you lay there with your mouth wide open, but not a single sound came out.

"May I at least have your name?" you asked, your voice trembling with a mix of curiosity and alarm. "And who the fuck are you? How did you get into my house?" The words escaped your lips, fueled by a surge of fear and disbelief.

His red eyes bore into yours, and a smirk played at the corners of their lips. The silence stretched, thick with tension, before they finally spoke, their voice laced with a hint of amusement. "My name is not important. What matters is that I got what I’ve been craving for months. But if you need to know, I go by Muzan," he said cryptically, his words sending shivers down your spine. “I would be back again. Leave your front door open," the man added, and after adjusting his clothes, he left your house through the front door, leaving you filled up and leaking his cum.

You slept the night away and woke up sore and even more tired, reflecting on how the night had gone and finding yourself wet at the thought.

From then on, you left your front door open, anticipating your "stalker" to pay you another visit. The longing in your soul grew with each passing day, and you wondered if Muzan would ever come back to claim you once again.