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demon slayer fans… are we doing okay after that last episode?? bc i, for one, am not.
MUICHIRO LAYOUTS
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Masterlist! 🤍
Harry Potter
My Hero Academia (Boku No Hero Academia)
Death Note
Beyblade
Yugioh
Pokemon
Demon Slayer (Kimetsu No Yaiba)
Naruto
One punch man
Glitter Force
Attack on Titan
Haikyuu
Voltron
Dr. Stone
Blue Exorcist
Spy Family
Assassination Classroom
Blue lock
Jujutsu Kaisen
Blue Lock
Request Rules 🩶
No nsfw things but stuff hinting towards it is fine
Fluff and Angst are just <3
I’ll write for:
Mangas/animes:
- My hero academia (boku no hero academia)
- Demon Slayer (Kimetsu No Yaiba)
- Yugioh (All series)
- Beyblade (All series)
- Pokemon
- Glitter Force (Doki Doki and the other one with the fairytale stuff)
- Death Note
- One punch man
- Naruto
- Attack on Titan
- Haikyuu
- Jujitsu Kaisen
- Bakugan (All series)
- Voltron
- Blue Exorcist (season 1)
- Blue Lock (Season 1)
- Dr.Stone (Seasons 1&2)
- Spy Family
- Assassination Classroom (Season 1)
- Tokyo Revengers
- Howls moving castle
Other:
- Six of Crows
- Lockwood and Co
- Harry Potter
- Acotar
Webtoons:
- Marionetta
- My in laws are obsessed with me
- Myst Might Mayhem
- Men of the harem
- Heartbeat Conquest
- Obsidian Bride
- Lore Olympus
- The Princess’s Jewels
- Reporting for duty duchess
- School bus graveyard
Manhwas/Manhuas:
- I shall master this family
- Saving my sweetheart
Please do request my lovelies
Help
I’m out of ideas 😭, please send me requests or little things to write about!
If you want I can tag you in the fanfic when I write it and in other fics I write of the same person too!
Thx 💕
Love,
Lei
Muichiro Tokito- Remember
Warnings: Angst Sandwich! Canon typical violence
Angst-Fluff-ANGST
I had an urge to write this thought
Welp this has been in my drafts for months figured I might as well post it
Sort of part 2
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You loved Muichiro and Muichiro loved you. Every moment you two could, you spent together, hand in hand, everywhere. Anyone who knew either of you knew that where one of you was the other was sure to follow. Everyday was blissful. Pure, kind, and sweet.
You’d always get flowers and candy from him, always your favorites and you’d give him his favorites. He was so sweet and kind, never forgetting a thing about you. Oh, how in love you two were.
Until it happened. Yuichiro died. He was killed, by a demon. Muichiro’s memories were gone. He didn’t remember anything or anyone, not even you. You tried to remind him. Oh, how you tried. He didn’t know you, and he simply didn’t care.
Then you were separated. Muichiro went off to kill demons, not even sparing you a goodbye. Then again, perhaps you were the one foolish enough to wish for a goodbye from the boy who didn’t even know you.
You had decided then what you were going to do. Maybe it was a suicide mission, or perhaps it was a foolish desire to see him again, at least once. You had chosen to join the demon slayer corps.
It was two years before you saw Muichiro again. You spent days and hours just training, you survived the final selection, killing every demon that passed your path. You let your sadness and rage consume you, ruthlessly killing any demon.
By the time you became a hashira you had killed well over one hundred demons, but you refused to become a hashira until you’d taken down at least one of the twelve kizuki. Then the day came. You encountered the Lower Moon 6 and after a tough battle you came out on top, though you had some permanent scars down your arm.
Now finally, finally, to the delight of Ubayaka-sama, you had decided to become a hashira.
All the Hashira were present for your initiation ceremony, many were wary, for they had heard stories from the ones who were partnered with you on your missions. How you’re ruthless in killing demons yet so very kind off the battlefield.
Once you reached the ceremony, to your surprise, Muichiro was there. A hashira, how were you even surprised, you’d expect nothing less from your Muichiro. Not that he was yours anymore.
Everyone was kind and welcoming in their own way, surprisingly enough to everyone you became fast friends with Sanemi, well, as close as you could get to being friends with Sanemi anyways. Muichiro was a different story
Muichiro was always spacing out and he would forget things. He still adored looking at the clouds, often he’d steal you away from your training to gaze at the sky with him, that was all before of course.
He didn’t remember you, which stung more than you thought.
Walking around the hashira compound you thought on what to do. You were unsure of whether you should remind Mui of who you were or if you should leave him alone.
Lost in thought, you didn’t notice the boy in front of you. Pausing your stride only, when you had run into Muichiro.
“Oh! Sorry!” You said to Muichiro, apologetically.
“It’s alright,” he responded his tone soft, like he was here, but he wasn’t. He reached his hand forward towards you, not noticing the look of shock on your face. “You have a leaf in your hair”.
You tried to calm your heart as Muichiro plucked a leaf out of your hair. You weren’t sure what your poor heart had expected, or why it was beating so very fast.
After that, you and Muichiro would somehow end up seeing each other often. May it be in the halls or simply around the compound, you’d end up running into each other all the time. Maybe that’s why you made such a foolish decision. Maybe that’s why you decided, that you would try to win his heart, once again.
Whenever you’d see Muichiro now, you’d give him his favorite snacks or maybe his favorite flowers. You’d think of him on your missions and bring him back little trinkets from wherever you went.
Perhaps that’s how Muichiro came to like you again too. Secretly he enjoyed receiving your little gifts, enjoyed the attention. He actively sought you out, never admitting to it of course.
He’d be around you when he didn’t have a mission, following and waiting for whatever you had to say to him next. He’d watch the clouds with you when you two just felt like being lazy. He’d let you play with his hair when you were feeling down, adoring the way you’d smile when you were done styling it.
A few weeks later, you and Muichiro were closer than ever. Once he was back from his mission you were thinking of confessing to him again. Your thoughts drifted off to him once again, like they often did when he was gone. Though this time, your crow broke you out of your thoughts. It cawed at you, telling you to report back to Ubayaka-sama for another mission.
You reported back to the demon slayer headquarters, met with a hoard of about 10 demon slayers of the lower ranks. Entering Ubayaka-sama’s room you got down on your knees and payed your respects to him. As he let you rise, he explained the situation, there was an unranked and unreported threat on a peak not far from here and he needed you to go exterminate any demons, the lower ranked slayers were also being sent with you due to a shortage of the higher ranks.
The journey there was short once you had gathered the essentials, the other slayers good company on the way there. Yet you still missed Muichiro, you looked forward to him being back, to spending more time with him. You really did love him.
You reached the small mountain with the others and climbed half way up, pausing immediately. The hairs on your neck stood up straight, something felt wrong, dangerous. Though you had paused, half your group hadn’t, perhaps the ones used to hashira’s doing their own things.
It took only a moment for their bodies to be sliced in half. They didn’t even have a chance to scream. Blood drenched into the ground where they had once stood. Five bright and capable demon slayers, gone in the blink of an eye. Two screamed and tried to run the other direction, their heads were severed from their bodies. All that was left were you and three others, one of whom was hurling into the bushes right next to them.
You had to calm down, you had to focus. As the next one was killed, you spotted it. The weapon of murder. Small quick blades stabbing growing then retracting, slicing through your fellow demon slayers. As the blades retracted, you followed it back, yelling at the remaining two demon slayers to hide behind trees and get shelter. You dodged through the ones being shot out at you. Finally you reached the source, a vaguely humanized demon with six arms and legs made of goo. The blades that killed your comrades grew and retracted from his teeth.
The battle was hard fought, your stamina was running out. You had him, you nearly had him. Your blade was so close to his neck. So why? Why had one of the demon’s blades pierced your flesh, hitting vital organs and twisting on the way out. You were going to die. You were going to die and you wouldn’t be able to protect anyone. You wouldn’t be able to protect Muichiro. Muichiro. You’d miss him.
Just as you’d accepted your fate becoming demon food, a blur of blue and black flashed behind it. A slice and the demon was dead. Muichiro. He was here. He ran to you and held you in his arms. He was warm. Oh so warm.
“Muichiro,” your voice called out weakly, “you’re here. Before I die Mui, I have to tell you”
“Stop talking, it wastes energy. And you’re not going to die.” He cut you off as he wrapped a torn off strip of his haori around your midsection.
“I love you.” You knew you weren’t going to make it out of this so you have to tell him now while you still could. You had loved him as long as you could remember.
Your breaths are shallow and weak. Chest barely rising again. You were going to die. Die because he was a bit too late to save you. Just a minute that’s all it would’ve taken. Suddenly Muichiro remembered, memories of you and him came flooding back to him. Memories he didn’t even know he had.
“Muichiro,” you called again, snapping him out of his reverie. “please don’t forget me”
With that his attention was solely on you again as you bled out. You didn’t open your mouth again. Your eyes glossed over. You didn’t take another breath. You were dead. You had died in his arms. And there was nothing he could do about it.
“I love you too” He said, with tears running down his cheeks. He didn’t tell you that earlier. Why did he never tell you that earlier? Why why why. He had months, ages to tell you. So why now when you were dead and gone. He’d never get to hear your voice, your laugh. He’d never get to see your adoration filled eyes as you looked at him. He’d never get to feel your touch again, your hands playing with your hair softly.
He loves you, he always will. You used your last bit of strength to ask him not to forget you. A waste. After all, what good was his memory if he wasn’t to remember you? Remember you he would, he’d rather die than not.
Muichiro Tokito
♡ - fluff, ✩-angst
Remember ✩♡✩
Boyfriend Headcanons ♡
Fading ✩
Demon Slayer Masterlist
Muichiro Tokito
Minor kny spoilers (?) And rant
I'll never get over how well the character deaths are written in kny. Like you get introduced to this colourful and very characteristic individual, you grow attached to them, you learn their backstory and you just think that the character will see the end of the story. That's what you think.
NO, gotouge just kills them off but in the most heartbreaking and soul crushing way, and it never fails to make me feel sad.
Kny is just full of tragedies that take place for the greater good with a bittersweet ending. A lot of people hate on kny saying that the plot isn't interesting and it's only saved by the animation. How does that explain the manga being one of the best-selling manga globally then, huh?
But I like how there's a pure evil villain, not a sad, misunderstood character with a complex background(not hating on those plots). Simplicity is nice sometimes.
I have so much more to say but I'm not writing allat
I Can Do It Better.
{ Obanai x Mitsuri x Fem! Reader} smut
Part 2 - I Still Do It Better
Warnings: explicit sex, threesome, puthy eating, fingering, spitting, rough sex, slapping, name calling, cervix bruising, a bit of dub-con? forced cum swallowing, semi-forced sex tbh the reader didn’t realize what she getting into
A/N: I offer you more food, I hope you enjoy since I teased the shit out of this. Hopefully I didn’t set your expectations too high 😭
Word count: 6.6k
“Please?” Mitsuri was hugging Obanai’s arm tightly, blinking at him with wide eyes. How was he supposed to say no when she was batting her eyelashes like that? “I’ll think about it.” Obanai could never say no to that woman, no matter how hard he tried. “Thank you!” Her arms wrapped around his neck, practically suffocating him against her chest. “I’ll let you bring it up at lunch.” He concluded as she pulled away.
So what exactly was Mitsuri trying so desperately to convince him on? You. She was trying to convince him to let you share their bed for a night. Obanai knew how much she loved people, it was just part of her nature. While he also knew the only person she felt romantically for was him, it was still a bit jarring to hear her bring up the idea of a threesome.
Most men would probably be ecstatic if their girlfriend was bringing up the idea of adding another beautiful girl to the mix. But Obanai knew you, and well…he didn’t like you. The main reason for his dislike was because of the affection Mitsuri bestowed upon you. She treated you just a little differently than everyone else, it was starting to remind him of how she treated him. In his eyes, you were becoming competition.
“Good afternoon!” Your voice reached his ears and he visibly flinched. “Good afternoon, y/n!” Mitsuri motioned you to sit next to her at the table, leaving Obanai alone on the other side. “Nice to see you, Obanai.” You weren’t exactly fond of the snake pillar, but it was only because of his stand-off attitude towards you. For Mitsuri’s sake, you tried to suck it up.
You smiled as the waitress dropped off an ungodly amount of food, most of which would be consumed by the girl sitting next to you. It was normal for Mitsuri to arrive earlier than the other people in her party to get her food ordered. That way it would all be ready by the time others arrived. “Aren’t you going to say hello back to me, Obanai?” You thanked Mitsuri softly as she handed you a bowl of udon.
“Hi.” Was all you got, not even bothering to look at you.
“Obanai! Be nice, I’m sorry about him y/n.” You shook your head, slightly annoyed that the pink haired girl had to try and cover her boyfriend's ass. “Oh you have nothing to apologize for, I’m used to his cold attitude.” You slurped down some of your food, eyeing Obanai who didn’t have anything in front of him.
The man wouldn’t eat out in public, if it meant he had to take off the bandages. As much as you didn’t like the man, you knew better than to ever bring those scars up, at least that's what you imagined resided under there. “Will you eat later?” Obanai was watching Mitsuri down her second bowl with a smile, one that faltered when he heard your voice. “Yes.”
“Obanai always eats when we get home! I make sure of it!”
“That’s good!” You could have sworn Obanai mimicked you under his breath. You decided to ignore the man, focusing your attention on the woman beside you. “So why did you invite me to lunch, Mitsuri?” It wasn’t every day that you got the privilege of eating lunch with the two pillars. “Oh! We can get into that in a little while, enjoy your food.”
That didn’t make you feel any better, the nerves in your stomach making you lose your appetite a bit. “When you put it like that Mitsuri, it sounds bad.” You glanced over to see Kaburamaru wiggle his head in the direction of your food.“Does it?” She was replacing her empty bowl with a third as she spoke. “It sounds like we are going to off her after the meal.” Obanai’s cheek rested against his hand now.
“Well…I am certainly trying to get her off.” You choked on your food at that, a vein in Obanai’s forehead beginning to twitch. “You’re what?” Your head whipped around to face the woman, a blush apparent on her cheeks. “Okay fine, I’ll just tell you now.” Your eyes shot over to Obanai who suddenly seemed disinterested in the conversation. “I want to have a threesome. Me, you and Obanai.”
You continued to stare at the man across from you in shock, eyes not leaving him as you responded to Mitsuri. “You’re telling me this man is okay with that?” You found it hard to believe Obanai would ever agree to something like that, then again he’d give Mitsuri whatever she wanted. “I’m allowing it because Mitsuri wants it.”
“Well if that’s the case, I’d be happy to accept if Obanai stopped kicking me under the table.” You narrowed your eyes at him, Mitsuri’s head moved to look under the table. The second she did, he stopped. “Obanai! What did I tell you.” Her bottom lip trembled, effectively stopping any more attacks on you.
The rest of your lunch continued in a comfortable silence. Both you and Obanai watching as Mitsuri downed twelve whole bowls of udon and three plates of onigiri. “So I have to ask…when exactly is this threesome to happen?” You felt nervous butterflies at the idea of sharing a bed with Mitsuri. “Today? I think today will be good.” Mitsuri was writing a thank you note for the cooks and servers while Obanai paid.
“Today?” She certainly wasn’t giving you much time to prepare yourself. You didn’t realize yet that part of your nerves were coming from the idea of Obanai seeing you naked. “Is that not okay? Do you have a mission?” Mitsuri seemed to deflate at your hesitant response. “No! I just wasn’t expecting it to happen so soon.” You tried to relax the nerves you felt before you made yourself sick.
“It’s nothing to get scared about! It’s me! And Obanai…but mostly me. I know you two don’t get along all that well, but he won’t do anything you don’t want.” She finished her note with a little heart, leaving it by the empty dishes. She took your hand after, following you towards the entrance while giving it a reassuring squeeze. “Are you ready my love?” You had never heard the man use such a sweet tone.
“Sure am.” You held back a laugh as his face morphed into one of disgust at your response. Mitsuri began trying to stifle her giggles behind you. “I can’t stand you.” He was walking out the door as he spoke. “Then sit down.” Mitsuri’s giggles burst out from behind you, watching Obanai’s eyes roll. “Don’t make me change my mind.” You highly doubted he’d ever change his mind when it came to a decision involving Mitsuri.
“How about we get some drinks?” You could honestly use some liquid courage for this. You weren’t that intimidated by Mitsuri, Obanai was more daunting than she was. “Oh that’s a good idea!” Mitsuri jumped at the thought, breast bouncing in a way that had both sets of eyes zeroing in on her. “I think you could both use something to relax, help you get in the mood.”
Mitsuri hooked her arm with Obanai, pulling him to her so she was sandwiched between the two of you as she walked. You felt his eyes land on you, you decided to ignore it since you were positive it was a glare. “You get one sip, you’re a lightweight and you know it. Y/N and I get the rest, unless she’s a lightweight too.” “I’m no lightweight Obanai, you don’t have to worry about me.” You found it a bit hard to believe the man handled alcohol well. “That settles it then.”
“Well that certainly did settle it” you shook your head as you downed your third cup of sake. Obanai had yet to have any, the bandages still wrapped around his face. “You gotta take them off eventually.” Mitsuri poked his cheek, her own were slightly rosy from the single cup of sake she had thirty minutes prior.
You were sitting on the floor of their shared bedroom, your back pressed to the foot of their bed. “I’ll take them off when I’m ready.” One of your few questions had been answered by the time you reached their estate, Kaburamaru was not present when the two had sex. Turns out, Kaburamaru has his very own room.
“I think I’ll be sober by the time you’re ready.” You're feeling a bit tipsy, the sake was warming you up from the inside out. Your eyes trailed to Mitsuri’s legs, up towards her breasts and then back to her thighs. You felt your mouth water, you wished the man next to you would hurry up and join the fun so you could.
“Her eyes aren’t down there.” You felt your cheeks heat as Obanai called you out. “I know they aren’t.” You glanced up at him before looking back at Mitsuri, a dopey grin appearing on her face. “Obanai? Can we please get started? At least let us have some fun while you get ready.” She drew out nearly every word, putting her hands together in a begging motion that made her breasts look even larger.
You watched Obanai do exactly what he had just scolded you for, a scoff leaving your lips as you glared at him. “Of course you can, baby, have fun.” The sudden switch up was still catching you off guard. Mitsuri wasted no time, nearly knocking the empty cup out of your hands as she crashed her lips to yours. “Mmph! Mi-mm-Mitsuri!” You pulled away from her, drool already covering your lips.
“On the bed, I don’t want to do this on the floor.” You began to laugh, cupping her cheeks to squish them together when she began to pout. You yelped in shock when Mitsuri pulled you up and pushed you to the bed in one swift movement. You landed with a thump on your stomach, rolling over as Mitsuri climbed on top of you. “This is going to be so much fun.” She cooed softly, as if she wanted only you to hear her.
Your eyes traveled lower yet again to where her chest was pressed against your own. You felt intoxicated, and not because of the sake you had consumed. “Kiss me.” You didn’t intend to sound so desperate, the whine that left the woman above you was all you could think about as her lips met yours again in a more proper first kiss.
She began tugging at your kimono, her teeth sinking into your bottom lip to ask for entrance. “I’m not used to seeing you on top.” You barely registered Obanai’s voice, not when Mitsuri had already begun to grind herself against you. Everything was happening quickly, Mitsuri was far more eager than you had been expecting.
You gathered yourself, leg coming up to hook around Mitsuri’s waist. You used that for leverage as you flipped her over so you were on top. Her pink braids splay out around her, the kimono nearly coming undone has her breasts spilled out. “Oh…fuck.” Your cheeks went hot as you felt your clit begin to throb between your legs. The sensation fueling you to kiss her again.
“So…” you kissed her “hot…” and again “Mitsuri.” And again.
Your hands moved up her body slowly, feeling every curve through the thin kimono as you finally pulled it apart completely. You parted from her lips again, taking in every inch of her now fully exposed breasts. “Holy fuck ‘Suri…” your words were slightly slurred, the drool pooling in your mouth slightly comical to you as you looked at her breasts.
They were, in every sense of the word, perfect.
You pushed yourself upwards so you were on your knees, looking down at her and nearly crumbling at the sight.
“You are one lucky bastard, Obanai.” You nearly yelled as you looked over to see him sitting on the bed beside the two of you. When the hell did he even get up there? You glanced down at Mitsuri again, hands shakily coming up to cup both breasts.
Halfway there, it registered in your mind what you had just seen. You looked back up, staring at him in shock, this was the very first time you were seeing the man without his bandages. “Don’t look at me like that.” You didn’t say a word, mouth slightly parted but nothing would come out. When you realized how poorly that reaction may be taken, you choked it out. “You’re beautiful.”
It killed you just a bit to compliment the man, you noticed the way his eyes opened slightly wider before directing his attention on Mitsuri. What you didn’t realize was Mitsuri’s look of hope, her green eyes twinkling under the dim light of the bedroom. Your eyes shifted between the two of them, and by the two of them I mean Obanai’s scars and Mitsuri’s breasts.
You decided it was better to focus on Mitsuri, it was unlikely Obanai would even want to touch you during this whole event. Her breasts were warm and soft under your fingers, definitely better than you could have ever imagined. You glanced up every few seconds to gauge her reaction, watching her lower lip tremble as you ghosted her nipple.
You felt Obanai’s eyes boring into you, as if ready to strike if you made a single wrong move. Carefully, with shaky fingers, you pinched the sensitive pink flesh, feeling Mitsuri jolt as a choked moan left her lips. “We’ll be here all day if you move that slow.” You gasped as Obanai practically shoved you away, causing you to land on the mattress with a thump.
“How about I show you what she likes and dislikes?” You wanted to yell at him for taking your moment, but the moment his lips crashed against Mitsuri’s…you were entranced. You watched thin fingers snake up her body until they met her breast, squeezing the flesh a few times before rolling her nipple between his fingers. Mitsuri moaned against his lips, back arching slightly as he helped her remove her arms from her kimono.
Obanai was still fully dressed in his corps uniform, the first few buttons undone but that was it. You watched red splotches appear on her skin wherever the uniform lingered for too long. Maybe it was the slight buzz you had going that gave you confidence, but you pushed him off of her. “What the fuck?” He gave you a glare that was so cold you could have shivered, that was until his eyes trailed to your chest. Your breasts had fully spilled out of the kimono’s top, a small smirk tugged at his lips as you tried to cover yourself.
“Not to be rude, but your uniform was irritating her skin.” The slight red patches were already starting to fade. Obanai’s eyes actually widened a bit, looking at Mitsuri in shock. “Why didn’t you tell me?” Obanai began undoing his uniform without hesitation. “Oh I don’t care! Deal with all the technical stuff later! Just make me feel good.” Mitsuri’s hand pulled at your kimono, causing it to fall open once more as she pulled you on top of her.
“Don’t worry about him, y/n~ just have fun with me.” You were breast to breast, your cheeks were probably on fire at this point. You reposition yourself so your thighs cage in her waist, allowing her to pull the top of your kimono off as well. You glanced beside you, Obanai was topless now, his belt also thrown off to the side but his pants were still on. You had to force your eyes down, you didn’t expect him to have the body he did.
Muscles covered his entire frame, it would make sense considering how often he trained…but still.
Your lips were back on Mitsuri’s, tongues sliding along each other as you attempted to take the rest of her kimono off. The throb between your legs became hard to ignore as you pulled the belt loose that held the material together. You wanted to pull away from her again, just to see her whole body exposed to you but she refused. Her hands came down to squeeze the flesh of your ass, holding you in place.
“Let me…taste you.” You choked out between each kiss, her grip loosening at the thought. You took the wiggle room as a yes, lips traveling down to her jaw and then her neck. You sucked along her pulse point, leaving red marks in your wake. You were going to cover her in your marks just to spite Obanai. He seemed to catch on to your little stunt, grabbing a fistful of your hair he yanked you back.
“Cut the shit.” His voice paired with his newly revealed scars actually made you shiver this time. “Make me.” His grip loosened just enough for you to go back down, teeth grazing her collarbone and making her whimper. You moved further down, lips finally meeting the plush of her chest. You sucked on each bit of sensitive flesh until it was turning purple, finally letting your teeth graze her perked nipples. “Y/n!” You felt confident when she cried your name like that.
You moved to her other breast, repeating the same motions until she had tears leaking down her cheeks. “You really are sensitive, huh Mitsuri?” You wiped her tears with your thumb, you could feel your own arousal leaking onto your underwear as you kissed her again. You decided you didn’t want to waste anymore time toying with her, not when Obanai could easily overpower you and do as he pleased. You moved yourself off the bed, falling to your knees. “You okay with this, Mitsuri?” You were tugging her kimono out from under her, tossing it to the floor.
All that was left between your mouth and her cunt was the flimsy underwear with a wet patch from her arousal. “Y-yes…please…yes.” You're pulling off the rest of your clothes, leaving you in nothing but your underwear as well. You grabbed her thighs, dragging her towards the bed’s edge. “I’m going to enjoy this.” You were looking at Obanai as you spoke, thr scowl on his face only pushing you more.
You hooked your fingers under the waistband, tugging them off her and throwing them to the floor as well. Your eyes glanced up at him once more before turning your full attention to Mitsuri’s cunt. Your eyes widened considerably as you tried to fully absorb what you were looking at. If you thought her breasts were perfect, you clearly hadn’t taken a look at her cunt.
You ran shaky hands up her thighs, coaxing her to spread them wider for you. “You are…one lucky son of a bitch Obanai.” You could have sworn that from the corner of your eye, he smirked. He knew he was lucky, but he himself still didn’t understand how he managed to get a woman like Mitsuri. You made eye contact with the pink haired girl over her own plump chest, a slight nod of her head absolutely assured you that she was ready.
You used two fingers to carefully spread her slick lips apart, swallowing thickly as you were met with plump pink flesh and her dripping entrance. Never in your life did you think you’d wish to have a dick, you could only begin to imagine the pleasure she would be able to bring you if you did. “Fuck…” your voice felt hoarse, as if it hurt to talk. Your tongue darted outwards, wetting your lips before you moved closer, mouth hovering just over her twitching clit.
You could feel Obanai’s eyes boring into you, as if waiting for you to make a single wrong move. Lowering your mouth felt like it took an eternity, the nerves in your stomach mixing with your own needy desires were killing you. You poked at her clit with your tongue, licking up the pulsing bundle slowly until she began to whine. “Y/n…y/n…’lease~” you couldn’t keep the woman waiting, teasing clearly wasn’t something she enjoyed.
So you began to move with more intention, tongue wiggling side to side in quick motions. “O-oh!” Her hips bucked upwards, pushing you further into her fluttering cunt. You steadied yourself by holding onto the jiggling flesh of her thighs, suffocating yourself on her dripping pussy. You could feel her quivering beneath you, delicate fingers digging into your scalp just to keep you in place.
“Gonna…gonna come…” her words were slurred, as if drunk off of your tongue. Her cries weren’t enough, you wanted to hear her scream. Carefully you plunged a single digit into her wet entrance, the action alone causing her to release a high pitched moan. You pumped slowly, massaging her gooey walls with your finger before slowly introducing a second. You could tell she enjoyed the second addition by the way her cunt clenched around you, squeezing your fingers so tightly you could barely move.
You finally got the courage to look upward, mouth never leaving her pulsing clit as you locked eyes with Obanai.
The man looked livid, disappointed even. As if he had been hoping this entire time that you’d fail. That irritated you, fingers moving just a little harder until you pressed into a spongy part that ripped a scream from the pink haired woman’s throat. “O-oh! Oh! Y/n!” You felt hot all over, and not because of her thighs encasing your head. The persistent pulsing between your legs was beginning to get on your nerves.
Obanai on the other hand was fuming, he was so certain you’d fail. There were tears streaking Mitsuri’s face for fuck sake, the way her thighs trembled? He was furious at your obvious experience. You - on the other hand -felt Mitsuri grow wetter, her walls beginning to make squelching noises around your fingers as you continued. All that could be heard were her muffled cries, her thighs essentially putting your head in a chokehold as you began sucking the bundle of nerves.
You knew she was close by the way her walls nearly held your fingers in place, wails turning into breathy gasps as she reached her end. All it took was a few more pumps, just a little harsher sucking, and she was spilling over you. Or rather…on to you. You nearly yelled in surprise as warm liquid gushed down your chin and neck, leaking slowly onto your bare breasts. You pulled her thighs away from your head, gasping for breath as you looked down at the mess she had created.
After a moment of shocked silence, Obanai’s patience snapped.
He shot forward, grabbing a fistful of your hair again and yanking your off your knees. “Fuck! That hurts!” Your eyes widened considerably when his nails dug into your cheek, effectively shutting you up. “I’ve had just about enough of you.” His face was inches from yours, you were nearly standing now. You took in his face, eyes trailing down to his lips. “You think I’d kiss you? You don’t deserve that. You’re nothing to me, don’t forget it.” You flinched as he forcefully opened your mouth, spitting into it with a cruel smirk.
“Swallow it.”
You did as you were told, it’s not like you had a choice. Humiliation flooded your cheeks, eyes downcast in shame as he forced you down on the mattress. “Obanai…” Mitsuri’s voice sounded far away, as if she was about to fall asleep. “Don’t worry about anything, she’s fine.” That was a bold lie coming from him, especially as his hand came down to hold your head in place against the mattress.
“Be careful…with her please.” Mitsuri was slowly shifting to her side, pulling herself fully into the mattress to see what exactly her boyfriend planned on doing to you. “Ain’t got no need for these.” You gasped as he ripped your underwear clean off, skin burning slightly from the force. His hand moved from your head to your back, then down to your hips.
“You better listen to every fucking word I say.” He was cold, calloused fingers grazing the tender flesh of your hips as he pulled you up. Your knees now sunk into the mattress, you were too afraid to lift your head.
You heard rustling behind you, signifying he was undressing the rest of his body. You snuck a glance backwards, catching the smallest glimpse of him through your spread legs. “I can’t fuck Mitsuri like this, she’s too sensitive. You on the other hand? You’re going to take it and fucking appreciate it.” He was back by your side, pressing down on your back, forcing your ass up in the air. “Careful Obanai…don’t hurt her.” You whined at Mitsuri’s pleas, you could feel his anger just by the way he was pushing you down.
“She’ll survive, she’ll just need help walking after.”
A swift slap rang through the room, you barely had time to process what he did. Instead, red hot pain bloomed across your asscheek in a way that had you clawing at the sheets. Another hit had a scream crawling up your throat, tears burning your eyes as Obanai abused the already hot skin. “H-hey!” Those pleas fell on deaf ears as Obanai hauled off for a third time.
“I’m going to enjoy this.” He mimicked you from earlier, the bed dipping as he put his mouth right against your ear. “You did this to yourself.” The next hit wasn’t to your ass, but your pussy. You cried out this time, muscles contracting uncontrollably until the stinging stopped. “Look at you, how fucking pathetic. You’re dripping onto my sheets…filthy. At least you are a little more fucking obedient now.” His hand cupped your sex, rubbing slowly.
Two fingers parted your lips, sliding down your slit until he reached your clit. You groaned softly as he pinched it, eyes squeezing shut as he changed the pressure every few seconds. “You don’t even deserve this.” You gasped as his fingers left you, turning your head to try and look back at him. Your mouth parted as he forced both fingers inside, pressing down on your tongue so you had to taste your own arousal.
He pulled his fingers away a moment later, letting his hand fall to your waist. Your whole body stiffened, the bulbous head of his cock sliding along your slit. “You’re being cruel, Obanai.” Your eyes traveled upwards, looking at Mitsuri who seemed rather surprised by his actions. “She likes it, don’t you y/n?” His nails dug into you, forcing a choked “yes” from you. “Oh?” Mitsuri still seemed uncertain.
You watched Obanai lean towards her, coaxing her up to kiss him. “She’ll tell me to stop if it becomes too much, alright?” The nails biting into your skin told a different story. “Just sit back and enjoy the show.” Mitsuri seemed a little more trusting at that, moving to settle herself amongst the pillows by the head of the bed. You were beginning to regret this.
Obanai’s cold demeanor returned nearly instant, forcing his head through your entrance. You buried your face into the mattress, knuckles turning white as he began to spear you on his cock. It wasn’t exactly painful, just uncomfortable. Especially with the way you were second guessing the whole thing. When Mitsuri suggested a threesome, you didn’t think it would turn into Obanai forcefully entering you.
Your walls molded to every inch he pushed in, suctioning around him with a vice like grip. So much so that he was beginning to struggle. “Relax.” His nails ran down your hips to your thighs, goosebumps followed in their wake. Your walls spasmed wildly around him, easing just enough for him to bottom out. “Not as good as her, but you’ll do.” You could only whimper in response.
He pulled back slowly, only half way before slamming his hips forward again. You were silently thanking anyone who would listen for the fact that he was starting a bit slow. Anything else and you may have had to tap out…if he’d even allow it that is. Obanai’s thrusts built in tempo, from slow and steady thrusts to practically pulling all the way out of you before slamming back in.
It was as if every ounce of his frustration was being pounded out and into you. Every time he had ever held back when fucking Mitsuri was being relieved in you. You pulled your face from the mattress just a bit, pressing your cheek into the drool mark you had already made.
You were positive there would be fingerprint shaped bruises left on your skin, his grip refused to ease up. You knew part of the reason was so you couldn’t run away from him, his vice-like grip was keeping you in place. You hadn’t even realized the moans that were spilling out of you, partially dazed as you tried to figure out if this was worth it.
“C’mon you can be louder…or is this not enough for you?”
A particularly harsh thrust had his balls slapping your cunt with a wet smack. You gurgled out some sort of response, too dazed to really figure it out. You couldn’t even muster a proper yell as your hair was yanked backwards yet again, Obanai pulled you towards him as he pushed his hips forward. Pleasure and pain blossomed through your body as he hit your cervix.
“W-wait wait…fuck…” he repeated the motion regardless of your pleas, tears leaking down your cheeks as he let your hair go. You began panting, looking over at Mitsuri with blurry eyes as her boyfriend continued to abuse your cunt. You felt like you had been lit on fire, each thrust that separated your slick walls brought you closer to your release. You had to wonder if he’d even let you come.
“You know…heh…you really got some fucking nerve.” He pulled out completely, watching your arousal ooze from your abused entrance. He plunged into you again, pulling your hips towards him as he did. There was something so satisfying to Obanai each time he hit your cervix. He never did this to Mitsuri, too afraid to hurt her. You on the other hand were allowing him to release all the pent up frustration he had held in.
“H-how…how…” you tried to wipe the drool from your mouth. You finally used your elbows to give you some leverage instead of smushing your face into the mattress below. He didn’t respond to you, instead hauling back and landing another harsh blow to your ass cheek. He showed you a little bit of mercy this time, choosing the other cheek instead of the one that had a red hand shaped welt forming on it.
“You acted so shocked…so—ha—innocent at lunch. Just to come into my home and put me to shame.” Is that what it is? Had he never made her squirt before—
Another slap echoed the room, followed by your pained cry. Embarrassment flooding your cheeks for the second time as you felt yourself get wetter. “You fucking like it.” Obanai had bent over you, his chest pressing into your upper back. “How fucking sick. You actually enjoy me abusing you like this…it’s too bad we can’t do this more often. You’re a great stress reliever.” You buried your face into the mattress, he truly saw you as nothing but a fuck toy.
What was even worse was the build up you felt. You couldn’t believe you were about to come just from this man’s dick. Each thrust had you seeing stars “I can feel you. Come on, come for me. Give me the fucking satisfaction.” One hand let go of your hips, snaking around your body to pinch your clit. Your entire body jerked backwards to try and get away from his hand, but that only helped him go deeper behind you.
You moved forward to try and lessen the blow of his thrusts. Each push inside of you was becoming too much. Your hips jerked again when he pinched your clit, you had no way of escaping what Obanai wanted to do to you. Mitsuri watched a cruel smirk creep up his face as you gave up on trying to get away. “Do…do you want me to help?” Her voice snapped Obanai out of his daze, cheeks turning pink.
“No.” His voice was gruff, hand burying in your hair again to pull you up. You yelped when your back met his chest, scalp sore from his previous stunts. His mouth pressed directly into your ear now. “Nowhere to run.” His arm hooked around your abdomen, holding you in place as he continued his assault. “You act like you don’t want this yet you are prolonging your release… I can feel it.”
You wanted to hide your face, you were trying your damn hardest not to come, you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. You were stuck honestly, did you want to swallow your pride or prolong the “torture”? You felt it building up, it would happen whether you wanted it to or not. “There we go.” He cooed in your ear, walls spasming around him as you came.
“See that wasn’t so bad?” He let go of you completely, laughing as you fell to the mattress in a heap. You couldn’t catch your breath, not with the way he continued to slam his hips into you. “M-Mitsuri!” You wailed finally, hand reaching out for the pink haired girl’s hand. She crawled across the bed, laying on her stomach as she began to kiss your fingertips. “You’re doing so well y/n!”
“She is. I’m rather surprised.” You wailed as he buried himself deeply inside of you, head putting so much pressure on your cervix that you wanted to crawl away from him. “Are you gonna come in her, Obanai?” You didn’t expect the two to begin conversing, you glanced between them in shock. “Hell no.” He noticed you looking at him, the scars on his lips only extended his smirk. “She knows she isn’t worthy enough for that.”
He leaned down now, blocking Mitsuri from view as his eyes locked with yours. He blinked, moving closer to you while still buried inside your cunt. “You don’t get the privilege of my cum.” He growled those words right into your ear as he pulled himself out of you. You could finally breathe again, it was as if your body sighed in relief from not being stuffed so full anymore.
Obanai dragged you to the edge of the mattress. “On your knees.” His voice was gruff, irritated despite the sickly sweet voice he was using only a moment prior.. When you didn’t move fast enough, he grabbed a fistful of your hair and practically ripping it out of your head as he pulled you down himself. You landed on the wood floor with a thump, lips parting to cry out in pain. He used that to his advantage, shoving his entire length down your throat in the same cruel way he had stuffed your cunt.
“Mmhmmphm!” You gagged loudly as he hit the back of your throat, clawing at his thighs for mercy. “I bet you wish I was back in that tight cunt Huh? Now you gotta deal with me another way.” tears began leaking down your face, dripping to your chest and thighs. Drool coated your chin as he held you there, unmoving. You squealed as he pinched your nose shut, effectively shutting out any air. You tried to pull your head back, only to be met by a softer, delicate hand.
“Stay still and he’ll stop.” You shifted your eyes to see Mitsuri, having changed her position so she could watch you. You stilled as she said, forcing your body to relax regardless of the lack of oxygen. He finally let go, allowing his cock to slip past your lips and allow you to breathe. You gasped for breath, coughing a few times as your whole body shook. Mitsuri’s hand was still on the back of your head, not allowing you to go anywhere.
“Better?” She was reaching with her other hand to wipe your tear streaked face. “We can’t stop now. I’ve come. You’ve come. Obanai still needs to.” Her eyes were wide and innocent as if she didn’t see anything wrong with the scene before her. Obanai had even said he doesn’t go this rough with her…how was she not confused? Scared even?
“Are you okay for him to keep going?” Did you really have a choice? You nodded regardless, mouth parting as he pressed his head to your lips. He pushed in slower than he had the first time, still pushing until he hit the back of your throat. You were shocked he was actually giving you a second to adjust. “Can I move now, Mitsuri?” Oh. He didn’t move because of Mitsuri.
“Go ahead.”
Your heart picked up in pace as both hands came up to hold your head. You choked around him again, his hips beginning to move at a forceful pace. Your eyes squeezed shut as tears started falling again, embarrassment flooding your whole body as he began to moan. “So good, still not as good as Mitsuri…but damn…” the backhanded comments had you scrapping your nails down his pale thighs.
“You want my cum, don’t you? How sad that you didn’t get it where you wanted it.” His drool was covering your chin, neck and chest as he continued. “How stupid do you have to be to think I’d ever spill even a drop of my cum in you? You seriously don’t deserve that.” You cried around him when a slap hit your cheek. Not nearly as hard as the ones he dealt to your ass, but it stung nonetheless.
His release sprayed the back of your throat, the sudden intrusion making you jump. “Sh-ha-shit.” You stared up at him, struggling to swallow whatever he gave you. He looked oddly beautiful as he came. “There we go!” Mitsuri cheered beside you, using her hand again to wipe your stray tears. “You made such a mess.” She disappeared from your vision, rustling could be heard around the room. You looked back at Obanai, is it done? Is it over?”
He pulled out of you slowly, moving to sit on the edge of the bed with a deep sigh. You began rubbing your sore jaw, jumping a little as Mitsuri appeared in front of you with a wet cloth. “Let’s clean up a bit and take a nap.” You tried to say okay but all that came out was a hoarse jumble of noises. “Sorry.” Your eyes shot up to Obanai, for the first time he actually looked apologetic.
He seemed a little surprised when you looked at him, his face shifting into one of disinterest. “Let’s get into bed, ‘m sleepy.” She looked adorable as she yawned, helping you off the floor and onto the bed. “I-Is it okay? For me to s-stay?” You were crawling under the covers as you spoke, your entire body aching. “It’s fine, shut up and sleep.” Obanai got in bed with you, perfectly sandwiching you between the two of them.
A mix of emotions flooded you along with an endless stream of questions. Why did I enjoy that? Was the one that rang through your head the most as you slowly drifted to sleep. Obanai waited until both your breathing and Mitsuri’s had evened out, signifying you were asleep. He laid on his side for a moment, taking in your sleeping face. He held his breath, not exactly sure what compelled him to do what he did next.
With a gentle hand against your cheek he leaned forward, placing a soft, barely there kiss above your brow.
Some request from instagram that I made time ago. :)
1. Teru and Mobbert playing roblox stop it slender and Teru screaming for his life
2. TERU
3. HI HELLO, MOB IN A FROG SWEATER PLEASE!!
4. Mob meets Eric Cartman.
5. Teru wearing this PLEASSSZ (board included)
6. Maikel jakson chiquito//Smol Michel Jackson. (Muzan Kibutsuji)
Somoeone,anyone please draw Sanemi spraying lemon juice into Kokushibo's eyes with a spry bottle
I have no skills to draw that
Carrying a Kamado 🌟