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Full Byler Pocky comic! Mike couldn't leave any crumbs obviously so no little chocolate smears either. <3

And you did just that, it was like you showed him how to breathe again, showing him how to live a normal life though he still has the heart of a chainsaw. You didn’t see him for his powers or his perverted outbursts. You saw the achy soul that longed for happiness , the longing to be free from responsibilities, the soul that desperately needed to feel that indescribable feeling of vulnerability with another person.

denji, your favorite boy, a man who rapidly thrusts forward into your soddened hole, every few seconds pulling back to repeat the action. His toned pecs pressing against your chest,smushing you under him entirely. yellowish brown eyes now teary as they bore into yours, a pink tint covering his whole body, his pink lips parting to begin with and plead for you to never leave his side. gently as ever taking his face into your hands you’d whisper against his lips “i-i won’t leave you, ever. never wi-nghhll.. never more..” you dreamily sighed before pecking them multiple times. to which would cause his hips to stutter at your sweetened tone and even sweeter words. still energetically pushing his length into your confined gummy walls reaching a soft hand down to toy with the stiffened nub below.

staring in awe as you unravel underneath his toned body, the sweetest cries spewing from your mouth. “s-sososo pretty..” he’d whine “how the fuh-fuck did i get so lucky mmnghh..” he whimper feeling himself spill into your welcoming warmth. it slowly trickled out of your battered hole, soiling the fresh linen sheets below you. still panting from the intense orgasms as he lied atop of you. nuzzling his face into your hair, occasionally placing soft kisses on your head. gently grazing against his back,”i was serious about what i said denji.. never gonna leave you. promise.” you whispered into his shoulder before pressing a honeyed kiss against it.

he realized.. you were his sense of belonging, you were that person who made him feel normal, feel loved. You let him be vulnerable at times like this when he needed you to let him. Why did it take so long to realize what he’s been searching for all of his sorrowful life has been sent to him like a well earned blessing from the highest God of all. you parted your lips again, he was sure that you “i love you, denji.” were his raison d’être.

an: do yall want the angst version of this !?!? lmk but idek what possed me to write this sappy stuff but it’s cuteeee right? (say it’s cute now.) love yalllllll !!!

So They Say | Sanemi Drabble

Your husband is cruel, so they say.

An inhume beast who solely acts in his best interest and harbors feelings of great arrogance.

Eager to please but only himself, with no care of those around him. An untamed soul with hands that only know how to kill and destroy.

So they say.

As you walk down the bustling streets, seeking out new fabrics and other necessities, you hear them whisper and mumble.

“Isn't that the wife of the wind hashira?”

“What a terrible fate has met her..”

“What would compel her to stay with such a brute.”

Their words reek of nothing but jealousy to you, which is why you do not indulge in their fantasies.

Instead you return home, where gentle hands wait to embrace you.

Hands that caress you so lovingly, their warmth sending you into a trance like state.

“Are you sure you don't want to sit down and rest first? You can watch me mend your Haori if you'd like?” Your voice barely registers in his mind, his grip tightening around you instead.

“I'm fine like this.” His voice sits gentle on your ears, which is why you allow him to stay like this.

Sanemi always acts like this after returning from a battle. His top priority is to seek you out after returning home and giving you the love you had to miss out on during his absence.

Today he abruptly stormed into the house moments after you returned from your visit to the town. The man dropped to his knees, his arms tightly wrapping around your waist while his head rested against your stomach.

He didn't say anything, he so seldomly did after coming back to you, embracing the feeling of silence. Even his Haori came second to you.

“Welcome home, my love.” Your fingers run through his soft hair.

Oh yes, what a cruel man he was indeed.

♡

⋆.ೃ࿔. sanemi wants to fuck the hashira out of you

tw: rough sex, breeding talk, cum play, degradation/praise

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Everyone was terrified of him.

Abrasive. Sharp-tongued. Quick to anger. Even the other Hashira kept their distance when his temper flared.

And sure, you got the rough edges, the blunt words, the scowl — but you also got the way he pressed bowls of food into your hands after missions, muttering that you were “too damn skinny.” The way he pulled the blanket higher over you when you slept, grumbling about how you “never know how to take care of yourself.” And, sometimes, the way he suggested you quit being a Hashira altogether.

“You don’t need this shit.” He’d snap, scarred arms crossed. “I can take care of you.”

You always waved him off. He always clicked his tongue, muttering curses under his breath.

But when he fucked you, he always made sure you remembered.

Bent over his futon, his cock slamming into you so hard the floor boards creaked, you could barely get a word out. Every thrust knocked the breath from your lungs, your moans pitched high and needy, eyes rolling as your walls fluttered around his girth.

“Fuck - listen to you.” He grunted, one big hand gripping your waist so hard you knew there’d be bruises tomorrow. The other slid up, rough palm catching your jaw, forcing your head back until you were looking at him over your shoulder. His scarred face was flushed, jaw tight. “So fuckin’ desperate for me.”

“Sanemi -” You whined, voice breaking, “s-so deep - ”

“Yeah? You like that?” He rasped, snapping his hips forward until your ass collided with his pelvis, the lewd clap echoing through the room. “Like my cock stuffin’ you full, huh?”

Your answer was another broken moan, tears pricking the corners of your eyes as he angled deeper, pounding into that spot that made your legs shake.

“Gonna knock you up like this.” He growled, hand squeezing your jaw tighter, thumb pressing against your cheek. “Then you can’t be a Hashira. Can’t run around swingin’ swords when you’re carrying my kid.”

Your pussy clenched hard around him at that, a whine tearing from your throat. You tried to retort. Tried to tell him he was insane, that you weren’t quitting for anything - but all that came out was a sobbed, “N-no - ah, fuck - ”

He smirked, sweat dripping down his temple, his thrusts only getting rougher. “What’s that? Can’t even talk? Too busy squeezin’ my cock like your cunt’s beggin’ me to breed you?”

“Sanemi - please - ”

“Please what?” His tone was sharp, but his eyes softened just a fraction as he leaned closer, chest pressed to your back. “Please give it to you? Please fuck you full so you’ve got no choice but to stay home and let me take care of you?”

You panted his name, body shuddering as your orgasm hit, walls clenching down around him in hot pulses. His grip tightened, a guttural groan ripping from his chest as he drove in deep, spilling into you with a hiss.

Even then, he didn’t stop. He fucked his cum into you with slow, grinding thrusts, making sure every drop stayed buried inside before he finally pulled out.

You barely caught your breath before you felt his scarred fingers at your swollen folds, pushing his seed back into you.

He didn’t say anything, just watched the way it slid back in, thumb catching the mess.

Then he bent forward and pressed a soft kiss to your spine, scarred hands still spread over your hips. He stayed there for a moment, forehead resting between your shoulder blades.

Silent, rough palms smoothing up your sides, he thought about how good you’d look carrying his baby. How easy it would be for you to quit, to let him take care of everything. His little pretty wife. His to protect.

His to keep.

synopsis: you just cant resist that face and those lips

pairing: zayne x reader, sylus x reader, rafayel x reader, xavier x reader, caleb x reader

zayne

“Mc- I-” he’s swiftly cut off with a chaste kiss onto his lips. Your palms rests over his jaw, fingers hooking just behind his ears. Personal space is not a term you’re familiar with at this very moment, straddling your boyfriend’s laps. His face practically glistens with the glitter from your lip gloss, an apparent blush stretched over his nose and cheeks, reaching his ears. Zayne’s hands gently knead your thighs that are casually spread for your seating comfort. The workload on his laptop has been abandoned ten minutes ago and he can’t help but melt under your affectionate touch.

Once his cheeks accept your attention, he speaks up again with a chuckle. “Am I boring you? Should I stop talking?”

“Hm?” you hum. “I’m still listening.”

He pulls you in closer, wrapping his arms around your figure. He smells divine, fresh from the shower and a spray of cologne. You nudge your nose into his neck, leaving light, teasing kisses on the soft, sensitive part of his neck. He exhales shakily, instinctively tilting his head back to gift you more access. His lips slightly parted, eyes closed, he enjoys the feeling of your lips brushing against his neck. The tip of your nose skims up to his jawline and you smile, always confident that you can easily break his focus.

“Got nothing else to say?” your voice appears low and quiet. You watch his eyes open halfway, pupils directed at you. His lips curl into a smirk, exposing his perfect teeth.

“Now you’re interested in what I have to say? You want to know what’s on my mind?”

sylus

You were growing impatient with Sylus’s sleeping schedule, knowing he’s nocturnal and sleeps during the day. It’s still pretty early in the morning and so far you’ve showered, eaten your breakfast and brushed your teeth. You peer over at his sleeping figure, biting your lower lip in anticipation of being close to him again. You climb onto the bed, trying to be as quiet as possible, praying that the mattress won’t creak under your weight. You watch his chest slowly rise and fall before leaning down to kiss him on the lips. He feels warm and somehow tastes sweet as if he’s been feasting on a whole cake in the middle of the night. You grit your teeth, thinking about how adorable he is. You’re certain you’re the only person who thinks he’s adorable but he just is. His cheeks look so pinch-able and his lashes are so thick and long.

Your lips press against his cheek… again… and again. Your kiss appreciates the shape of his nose, his forehead and his dry lips.

“Couldn’t wait?” his deep, raspy voice startles you, making you sit up.

“How long have you been awake?” you ask, feeling his hand sneak onto your lower back, pulling you in to welcome you to lay on top of him.

He chuckles lowly, tired crimson eyes studying your face. “Since you walked into the room.” He smiles lazily when you’re inching closer to him, humming contently as your nails gently scratch his scalp, playing with his hair.

“Hmm more. Don’t stop kissing me.” he whispers, closing his eyes again.

rafayel

As soon as he’s at your door, you don’t waste any more time wrapping your arms around his neck and pushing your lips into his. He’s taken aback for a moment, one arm gripping around your waist to lift you up, move out of the way and close the door behind him. He immediately reciprocates, now that he’s sure there won’t be any interruptions. Yet he’s disappointed for a second when you break the contact, cupping his face and planting kisses all over his face. The disappointment quickly washes away once he realises he’s receiving more treats than he was expecting. You squish his cheeks, causing his lips to morph into a cute pout.

“I luv u choo.” he muffles through his pout, both arms hugging your waist. Your sweet laugh makes him look like a lovesick idiot, unknowing that he has stained kiss marks from your lipstick all over his face. His lips are curved into a heartfelt smile and his eyes are hazed with deep love for you.

“Total mistake. I’m gonna expect you to greet me like this eeeeeverryyyy time.” he states, lowering his head to gently rub your nose with his.

“Sure, if you’re on good behaviour.” you shrug your shoulders and he blinks a few times, furrowing his eyebrows.

“What do you mean if I’m on good behaviour?”

You chuckle, tilting your chin up to kiss him again. Although he wants to elaborate more on the subject, which is showing in a momentary hesitation during the intimate touch, he decides to make amends and intensify the connection, becoming more in tune with your body.

xavier

“I love you.” you lean against the counter where Xavier is washing the dishes. He smiles at you with a glint in his eyes, placing a clean, wet plate onto the drying rack.

“I love you too, Mc.” your own smile invites him to reach over to you and lay a kiss on your lips. As he’s about to pull back and return to his household duty, your hand darts to the back of his neck, refusing to let him go. He doesn’t mind at all of course, but he wishes that his hands weren’t soaked so he could actually touch you. Your lips move skilfully against his and it motivates him to advance closer to you, trapping you in between his figure and the counter.

His hands stay on the surface, the few drops of water wetting your shirt anyways. You caress his cheekbones, temporarily breaking the contact to look at him. He’s bent forwards to be almost at an eye level with you, flushed complexion, eyes feverish waiting for what’s next.

You lure him back in and he’s patient, loving every kiss you bless him with, whether it’s short and sweet or deep and intense. Your arms swing around his neck and you pause for a moment, watching his eyes slowly open again.

“Sorry, you’re just so kissable. I can’t stop.” you breathe out with a light chuckle.

Xavier turns his head to brush his lips over your wrist.

“I would never ask you to. Please, keep going.”

caleb

Your fingers intertwine with Caleb’s, comfortably seating yourself on his stomach. You’re laughing, looking down at his resting self while he’s teasing you about a word you mispronounced a few minutes ago. You pin his hands onto the soft mattress, lowering your whole body to shut him up with a kiss.

He’s smiling against your lips, and he very happily reciprocates the sudden contact. You peck his mouth a couple times, the last kiss smooshing it. You dramatise the kissy sounds, taking your hands out of his hold and squeezing both of his cheeks to keep his head in place while you press more kisses onto his lips.

His own hands caress your thighs, riding up to your hips. Once you decide to raise your head again, you appear confused when you notice a mischievous glimmer in his eyes.

“My turn.” your boyfriend grins and before you can react, he flips you over and positions himself in between your legs.

“Ow…” you mutter, exaggerating the pain you feel by the metal pendant from his chain hitting you in the eye. Well not exactly your eye, but maybe somewhere close to it.

“Oh no!” he quickly inches even closer to you, planting a kiss on your eyelid. “Does it hurt?” his thumb lightly brushes over your eyelid.

You nod, withholding a smile. His thumb now swipes over your cheekbone. “Does it hurt here too?” *kiss*

He gently taps the pads of his fingers on your closed lips. “It must hurt here the most…” his whisper falters as he glances up at your shimmering eyes before capturing your lips in a sweet kiss, begging for you by deepening the touch.

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