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NSFW ⟡.· ft. jake sully + fem. reader 𓂃 trying to stay quiet while jake fucks you. implied age gap, reader likes to tease jake.
“fuck,” a heavy breath left jake’s chest, a large hand gripping your mouth, his fingers digging into your skin while his other arm stayed wrapped around your body. there was loud rustling and voices that interrupted the two of you.
your body was held up against him, your pretty cunt exposed as your back was pressed tight against his chest. your back arched slightly given the force of his grip, yet he didn’t budge. jake’s cock was nuzzled deep inside you, his tip pushing hard against your cervix, making it hard for you to stay quiet.
you squirmed against his hold, whining loudly against him, “shut up, shut up.” he mumbled, words quiet yet rough against your ear.
your bodies were hidden behind the luxurious flora of pandora, the grass tall and green, helping keep your bodies concealed. the voices of seemed to get louder, familiar na’vi being exchanged between each other as jake kept his hang clasped around your pretty mouth. knowing you, you would probably make noise just to irritate him.
just before this your pretty face had been shoved against the cool grass, jake keeping his hand heavy against the back of your head while he slammed his hips against you. his cock had been bruising your spongy cervix, molding your walls to take his cock perfectly.
hissing, you nipped at jake’s hand, not liking how he was keeping you quiet, fangs biting at the skin of his pan.
“i know, baby.” jake whispered, pressing his face against your hair, then moving to kiss your shoulder.
“i don’t want anyone to see you like this,” he continued, his grip loosening slightly, “it’s a view only reserved for me.”
his words made your stomach flutter, with his grip on your body now weaker, you took that opportunity to roll your hips against his cock, earning a huff from your mate.
“stop.” jake warned, eyes focused on the figures talking animatedly just a few feet away.
if jake wasn’t covering your mouth, you would giggle.
you clenched your warm, sticky walls around his cock, which in return made his cock twitch. jake called your name, moving to grip your hip tightly. “behave.” jake hissed, which only made your cunt flutter.
his ears twitched, tail curling around the grass in frustration.
just then, the voices became lower, the rustling moving farther away.
glancing up at the scenery around you two, he made sure there was no one around, then he pulled his hand away from your mouth.
“fuck.”
he groaned, barely giving you time to open your mouth before his hand moved to grip your hair tightly, moving you back to the floor, this time his grip tighter as your back arched.
“jake!” you hissed.
hands coming to grip the grass beneath you, your pretty ass angled up, giving him a full view of your filled cunt. your pussy lips slick with your juices, making it easy to accommodate his fat cock.
leaning his head back, he grit his teeth.
“i told you to behave.” he scolded though his voice didn’t hold any heat behind it.
you rolled your eyes, tail flicking as a small playful smile came to your lips. “and i didn’t listen.” you shrugged. your indifference made jake huff, you’re such a smart ass.
“you know better than that, baby.” he sighed, jake’s hands moving to grope your ass.
“now i gotta put you in your place, hm?”
it was his turn to be a pain in the ass.
“bet you’d like that, right? my baby girl, pissing me off just so she can get put in her place.” jake smirked, shoving his cock fully inside you—which earned a whine from you.
NSFW ⟡.· ft. chrollo lucilfer + fem. reader 𓂃 your hate for chrollo ran deep after months of captivity by his hand. in a desperate attempt to escape this nightmare, murdering him seemed like the best route to escape. unfortunately, you underestimated the infamous troupe leader. trigger warning for noncon, mentions of past captivity, attempted murder.
His hands were soft, you had noticed that considering how gentle his caresses against your skin were. Chrollo was a lot more physical with his affection than you had ever assumed.
Now, those deceitfully soft hands remained iron clad against your fragile neck.
Choked cries left your lips as his hips met yours in a pace that had your brain slack—that or was it the lack of oxygen that was causing this feeling. At this point, you weren’t sure. Your head felt hot, his thumbs pressing down onto your windpipe in a way that made your throat feel scratchy and your ears feel like they were about to pop.
Your eyes were locked onto Chrollo’s, wide and glassy, filled with hot tears that continuously slipped down your pretty face.
“P-Please—!”
You sobbed, at this point you weren’t sure what you were begging for. For him to stop fucking you? For him to let go of your neck? For him to let you live? Or for him to spare you some mercy and kill you? The latter, maybe. His presence in your life had completely ruined it. Your captivity wasn’t gruesome in a gory way, sure, but it was so isolating and psychologically destructive that it had lead you here.
Titling his head, deep gray eyes blank as he stared down at you. Face impassive to your pleading of your tears.
Chrollo always liked it when you cried, it made your face all blotchy and your eyes sparkle so nicely against the dim light inside his bedroom. “Please what?” He cooed, voice surprisingly steady despite his cock continuously slamming against your bruised cervix.
“You know what happens when you don’t follow my rules,” He continued, his grip on your neck tightening more, completely cutting off your availability to breathe.
Of course you knew, but your hatred had surged farther than your fear of this man.
You had been sloppy, utterly novice in your attempt to murder him. You had told yourself, ‘it can’t be that hard,’ when you gripped your blade. Hands shaky despite the surge of confidence your brain had deluded you into believing.
When your blade had come down onto his sleeping form, you had no time to think before you felt a firm grip on your arm. The limb being twisted in a way that immobilized you from the pain. How? How had he known? You swore he had been asleep, you had even called his name, tapped his shoulder, shook his shoulder. He had been out like a rock, at least that’s what he made you believe. Now, you were merely paying the consequences.
“You know, it is admirable.” Chrollo murmured, easing up his grip on your neck before you could pass out. This time he moved his hand to grip your chin, his palm covering your mouth as his dead gray eyes stared into yours.
“You were brave, sloppy, but brave. That’s why I love you.” He said your name so sweetly, despite his criticisms of you, his voice coming out as a soft sigh as his hips rolled against yours again—and again, and again.
Sobbing, you shook your head.
He ruined your life!
Leaning in, Chrollo pressed his lips gently against your forehead. His touch so gentle despite the fact that he was actively raping you. He was disgusting. Your stomach turning harshly as you felt him press his head against your shoulder
“But, you hurt my feelings with that little stunt. Here I believed we were making progress, now it seems like we’re back in square one.”
Your cries remained muffled, your body trembling as you squeezed his thick shaft, earning a soft groan from him.
His hand moved from your mouth, arms moving to rest against the sides of your head as he pulled himself up.
“Fuck—y-you.” You spat, despite the waver in your words.
Humming, one Chrollo’s hands moved to the back of your head, fingers gently combing through your hair before he gripped at your scalp. Your neck craned uncomfortably as he kept that painful grip on your hair.
“You were always so misbehaved, perhaps I need to teach you some manners. What do you think?”
Wincing, you did your best to glare at him despite the tears in your eyes. As you opened your mouth to argue, the only thing you found leaving your lips as a noise that bordered on pleasure as he pushed his cock right against that gummy spot inside your warm cunt that had your shoulders tensing in humiliation.
Clearly noticing that reaction, Chrollo’s lips curled into a small smirk as he moved his hands to your plush hips. Adjusting your hips so each slam of his hips hit that same spot, leaving your body no other choice but to grow into enjoying it as he abused your pussy.
“There you go,” he praised, watching your body jolt with each slam of his hips. “I’m just settling the score.” Chrollo explained, leaning his head back as his stomach coiled in bliss. Your brain tried its hardest to black out—to disassociate—to disconnect from this situation. Humiliation, rage, and fear all curled into one. You wished you hadn’t been so stupid, to think you could kill the head of the spiders so easily.
Pushing his hips flushed against yours in a final, forceful, thrust. Chrollo’s body leaned over yours again. Pumping you full of his sticky cum, he inhaled deeply, his lips finding your skin once more.
“Ah,” he murmured, his soft hands moving to gently caress your face. He wiped away your fallen tears with a deceitful warm smile.
“Next time, you need to play your cards better if you want to kill me, my love.”
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borderline controversial age gaps, non-con, dub-con, cnc, violence, abuse, violence, stepcest, incest, yandere topics, death, dubious consent, necrophilia, pregnancy, baby trapping, kidnapping, power dynamics, etc.
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you support trump or anything in the conservative party of the united states, if you support israel, if you feel bad for charlie kirk, if you are homophobic, transphobic, are MAGA, or basically support things that are against human rights. i immediately hate you if you do. if you are also unable to separate fiction from reality, or if you are an anti and want to leave hate in my inbox, i will laugh at you LOL.
𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈 𝐖𝐎𝐍’𝐓 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄!
male readers, it’s just not my thing! i will only write for fem! readers. anything related to minors, not even if they’re aged up, it’s not my thing. obv nothing that’s racist or pedophilic, etc.
𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒!
even if i write topics that are considered taboo, i am a victim & use this to cope and find control in the past!! i often donate to organizations that support survivors of trauma & are studying to become a clinical psychologist to help others that have been in my shoes.
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the demon slayer corps send you on a mission to find the weak spot of the infamous upper rank two demon, douma, and despite you making yourself fit into his devout cult, the demon was quick to know there was mole inside his walls.
SOMNOPHILIA! ft. douma + slayer! reader
you had no other choice but to fall asleep beside him. captivity by the hands of an upper rank was worse than what you had ever imagined, but with a dying spark of hope, you wanted to believe sleep would be a safe escape from this nightmare. turns out, you were wrong. trigger warning for somnophilia + noncon.
𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐗 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑.
DESPERATION! ft. chrollo lucilfer + reader
your hate for chrollo ran deep after months of captivity by his hand. in a desperate attempt to escape this nightmare, murdering him seemed like the best route to escape. unfortunately, you underestimated the infamous troupe leader. trigger warning for noncon, mentions of past captivity, attempted murder.
𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐑.
KEEPING QUIET! ft. jake sully + reader
it’s almost like you want to get caught. having sex in pandora was both intimate yet widely exposed. in one of those instances, while inside you, jake has to make sure you stay quiet to keep any other leering eyes away from you.
𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐎𝐔𝐒. — perverted thoughts!
WIFE! ft. muzan kibutsuji + wife! reader
what it would be like for the king of demons to have a wife.
hiiii💌💌please can i request anything with douma x reader and somnophilia? i LOVE your writing!!!!
NSFW ⟡.· ft. douma + fem. reader 𓂃 you had no other choice but to fall asleep beside him. captivity by the hands of an upper rank was worse than what you had ever imagined, but with a dying spark of hope, you wanted to believe sleep would be a safe escape from this nightmare. turns out, you were wrong. trigger warning for somnophilia + noncon.
iridescent eyes stared down upon you, wide and curious, an empty grin curled on douma’s lips, and you slept.
you looked so restful, beautiful even, he could eat you right up!
how silly, to rest so soundly beside a demon. yet, he didn’t mind your idocity. instead, his hand came to rest upon your head, petting your hair as if you were nothing but a dog.
pretty girl. you were such a pretty girl.
with a long sigh, douma straightened up against the futon. with one last glance at your peaceful face, douma moved to crawl above your dormant body, with one large hand moving to your legs, pushing them apart with such care no one would’ve thought about what his true intentions were. douma watched as the robes that covered you moved, clearing his view between your thighs.
his eyebrows raised in pleasant surprise, you had no underwear on. oh my.
he felt a soft twitch inside his pants. were you that stupid? douma sighed blissfully, large hands resting in your inner thighs, keeping them apart as he leaned down. it smelled delicious, too. the scent of human skin, the warm feeling of something alive beneath him made his hunger swirl. but, despite how appetizing your body smelled, refused to act on his biological cannibalistic urge tonight. as he leaned his himself against the futon, the demon worked to place his deceivingly warm tongue against your cunt. his tongue found itself between your warm lips, licking up against your clit as if he was licking an ice cream cone.
his eyes shut in bliss.
your body tensed, hips shivering, but he couldn’t care less. if you woke up, it wouldn’t end his fun, if anything it would make his evening better. douma wrapped his mouth around the mound of nerves that sat prettily on top of your glistening slit.
douma ate you out with vigor that bordered on animalistic. his clawed hands digging into your thighs, excitement swirling in his veins as the tent in his pants grew tall. he groaned softly. laying down on his stomach was he rested between your thighs, his hips grinding against the futon in their own desperate want for friction. dry humping the cushions to try and calm himself, but it wasn’t the same. your warm, wet cunt was nothing compared to the futon.
he wanted to stuff himself inside your unconscious body desperately, but he couldn’t bring himself to pull back from your cunt just yet. you tasted like candy to him, which came to no surprise considering his food intake completely centered around human—especially women’s—bodies. it took a very high sense of self control inside him to stop him from digging his fangs into your helpless body and just feast on you whole.
you let out a small noise, a muffled moan in your slumber.
douma only licked and sucked harder, his mind swirling. ahh, just to hear you like this, it was like a drug for him. he had to savor it, right? he wasn’t sure you would be as accepting of his touches if you were awake; nonetheless, douma didn’t find himself caring.
you let out a shudder, thighs twitching, before your body tensed—your thighs tried to shift, but he wouldn’t let them move under his grip.
a sweet slick suddenly coated his awaiting tongue, he groaned.
did the pretty slayer just cum on his tongue? oh, he would never let you live this down!
pulling back, douma licked his glossy lips as he sat back on his knees, hands eagerly moving to the bulge in his pants.
between heavy breaths, he undid his trousers, barely moving them down his meaty thighs, before he crawled closer to your sleeping body. his eyebrows raised in curiosity, his hand gripped his thick shaft, giving himself slow pumps as he leaned his head to the side before he saw your glossy pussy again.
moving closer, douma moved your thighs to rest against his hips before he made enough space for his body to tap his cock against your puffy clit. biting his bottom lip as he then watched his rosy tip push apart your pussy lips, he slowly he sinked himself inside you, wanting to savor the feeling of his thick cock getting squeezed by your cunt. he let out a small laugh before his hand moved to rest against your hip, the other gently resting against your lower belly.
he pressed down, slowly moving his cock, “so warm..” he noted, eyes briefly rolling back as he moved his hips before they met against yours again.
he let out a giddy chuckle, the squeeze of your pussy making his head hurt.
the intrusion between your thighs made you shift once more, your thighs moving and twitching, but this time the movements felt more conscious.
your hands moved, blindly moving to grip the futon, and your cunt squeezed even harder, in an attempt to push away whatever was intruding inside you—then your eyes snapped opened.
a yelp left your lips, bleary eyes meeting his in shock.
“oops, was i too fast?” douma hummed, “good morning, you know!” he chuckled, his hips still moving against yours in a firm pace that made your body jolt at each thrust. with each move of his hips, his tip to pressed kisses against your cervix, making your body tense.
you choked on your breathing, eyes wide open, your brain couldn’t wrap around what was happening.
his room was dark; only one meek candle by the door barely kept the room illuminated. the horror to see him towering over you with that empty, fake grin and his widened rainbow colored eyes piercing through you was paralyzing. that combined with the feeling of his cock pushing apart your cunt made your lips tremble.
your gaze had moved away from him, then to the door, the grip you had on the sheets was tight. you took in a deep breath, the only thought you could muster while being so actively disoriented was: you needed to scream. surely there would be a person roaming the halls nearby, someone that could walk in and see the beautiful cult leader raping a poor woman. douma always had a sixth sense that made it easy for him to always be two steps away, and just as your lips parted to cry out, a heavy hand landed on your lips.
douma’s nails dug into your cheek, “ah-ah, it’s late. my followers are asleep! i never thought you’d be so selfish to wake them,” he said, voice laced with fake disappointment, yet you knew there was a threat lingering beneath his tone; his nails were sharp, painful against your delicate flesh, reminder to not push his patience.
your frightened gaze met his once more, and in an act of desperation, you bit his hand, hard. he tensed, yet there was a lack of reaction that had your body trembling in desperation.
“ow,” he simply said, snickering, before his hips slammed against yours. the force making your eyes shut tight as you bit back a moan that wanted to leave your lips.
“you need some manners, did you know that?” he sighed, feigning frustration, his hand still clasped over your pretty mouth. you glared at him, struggling against his grip. but douma was unfairly powerful, and you, a meek human body compared to him? it was a losing fight, and you knew it.
“why don’t you relax, hm?” he moaned.
“i know you like it,” he whispered, pressing his body against yours before he moved to rest his head against your shoulder, wanting to stay as close to you as he possibly could.
“squeezing me so tight, the body never lieees.” he cooed, mocking you.
you wished you could punch that stupid smile from his face; he made you sick. the hatred you had for him ran deep, despite this, your overstimulated cunt tightened.
shutting your eyes, you leaned your head back, your thighs wrapping around his hips.
douma chuckled, “there we go.”
his hand came to your head once more, petting your hair gently, “good girl.”
imagine an being in an age gap relationship with the hashira 😖😖 they probs spoil you and treat you like a princess.. maybe not sanemi but it’s okay i forgive him
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controversial take but kyojuro has such insanely good potential to be a yandere & have dark content fics written about him..
like he’s so respected and loved by the people around him that no one would suspect he would be a yandere, and he would use that for his advantage when it comes to his obsession with the reader. let me cook 😖
the idea of MUZAN having a wife is addicting, a beautiful woman kept away from the insanity of the demon slayer corps. one that has him wrapped around her finger. one that has no fears of disagreeing with him, despite knowing how powerful he is.
one that teases him, after a long evening trying to understand the mystery of the blue spider lily—she comes behind his chair, rubbing his tense muscles slowly. “my love, haven’t you had enough?” she would whisper, a small smirk curling on her painted lips.
muzan wouldn’t answer.
too frustrated to play into his wife’s stupid antics, but that wouldn’t deter her. in fact, it would only egg her on even more. so much so that she leans in forward, pressing her lips against his neck, cooing at him.
“muzan.. come rest for a bit.” she would whisper, voice low and intertwined with hidden meaning.
muzan would really try to ignore her, he needed to find this god forsaken flower, but her voice was so low, so playful, it was agitating.
and a turn on.
so, like any good husband would do, he would shut his book tight, then take her hand before leading her to sit on his lap.
he truly hated how she always found herself under his skin, he was the king of demons—and if he wanted to he could kill her, but his chest swirled with someone so sickeningly close to love it angered him. yet, he couldn’t bring himself to hurt her.
thinking about how you’re cockwarming douma & he’s just so fascinated over you—as that’s the closest thing he would ever feel that could resemble love—that he simply wants to be with you forever.
so, his strong arms wrap around you, warm and firm, before his body begins to absorb you.
desperate gasps left your lips as your body lay against the silken sheets of DOUMA’S bed face-first, your eyes were glassy, your lips parted.
douma ground his hips against your plush ass in a relentless, yet lazy speed.
“ahh, such a stupid girl,” he crooned, eyes shutting blissfully as his hand gripped your wrists back, claw-like nails digging into your skin. “did you really think i wouldn’t notice? you’re funny!” he sighed, his thick cock abusing the inside of your pretty pussy, his tip kissing your cervix in a way that made you choke.
your mission was to infiltrate his cult, to pick apart his life, to find a weak spot—to find a way to kill him.
yet, you sorely underestimated him. how stupid could you be? despite his laid-back and playful nature, douma wasn’t stupid, and the moment you believed so was your gateway to failure. despite his truly agitating nature, he was observant, frighteningly so. the moment he caught your hardened gaze lingering on him with something more venomous than adoration he would see in his typical followers, he knew someone was trying to get a upper hand over him.
silly girl, the demon slayer corps must’ve wanted you to get caught really. throwing you into the cage with a predator that wasn’t as clueless as he was made out to be—you were too prideful, too naive, believing you were five steps ahead. and now here you are. getting fucked by the enemy. and despite the fire in your words, the way you spewed out half assed threats that meant nothing to him, douma was pleased to feel how your cunt tightened around him.
were you truly this wet for him? how funny.
if only your fellow slayers knew how your cunt squeezed an upper rank’s cock like it was trying to milk it dry.
“you’re shameless, you know?” douma continued, sighing blissfully as he pressed his body against your back, using it as a way to keep you pinned down. his lips grazing your ear as he made a show of moaning loudly against you. “you feel so good too!” he moaned, “so warm, so tight.. ahhh.” he sighed, “what would you do if i filled you up, hm?” he giggled.
your eyes widened, yet you clenched your jaw.
“you wouldn’t—!” you spat, struggling uselessly against him, he only held you tighter; your attempts to gain strength remained fruitless, given how his body was pressed against yours. douma, ever the strong man, towering, and with the muscles he had? you were already at such a disadvantage that it was difficult to properly squirm. let alone break free. “oh, but i would.” he hummed, you could practically hear the sickening grin on his lips. “you’re just so tight, it’s like you don’t want me to pull out!” he laughed, mocking you shamelessly. feeling his hand slip under you, down your stomach to your puffy clit, you gasped.
your eyes shut tight. trying your very hardest to ignore the heat coiling in your lower belly, shame filling your senses. you were getting off to a demon fucking you—not just any demon. an upper rank. it was humiliating.
douma toyed with your clit, his hips going down harder, the slap of skin muffled by the fact he was still fully dressed, only his cock was out, his pants hanging from his meaty thighs, he sighed blissfully. “you’re squeezing me so tight, do you like it when i play with you like this?” he asked, voice soft in a poor excuse to sound innocent. it grated your ears, yet you didn’t reply, grinding your teeth—douma pinched your clit, your hips shook, before you let out a strangled moan.
he let out a small gasp, cursing under his breath as he felt your cunt flutter around him, his balls ached, and his cock twitched.
“i can’t help myself,” he moaned, voice strained in pleasure as he went still above you. his hips shuddering as he let out a loud guttural groan, his face flushing as he smirked blissfully, feeling his warm milky cum filling you up. “oh.. oops, sorry,” he chuckled, as if he hadn’t just filled your pretty pussy with his cum.
you gasped, the shame only intensified at the realization.
“you motherfucker!” you cried out, trying to shove him away, douma only giggled, straightening up so he wasn’t suffocating you with his weight, his hand rested on the fat of your ass as he pulled the skin apart to see how his cock stayed nestled inside your creamy cunt. “oh, c’mon, it’s not so bad!” he hummed, his other hand grabbing the base of his cock as he pulled it out, watching the way his softening cock pulled away.
he hummed in satisfaction as he watched his cum slip out of your pussy, you shut your eyes, your face burning in embarrassment.
he sighed, “don’t be so shy now! i bet it feels nice, right? all warm inside your tummy, how cute.” he teased, leaning back onto his calves before he shoved his cock back inside his pants.
he reached over, petting your head like you were some stray.
“tell the corps to send a better spy next time, yeah?”
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