Culling Game Trio foursome ૮꒰ ྀི >⸝⸝⸝< ྀི꒱ა 18+, minors dni cw: foursome, mention of electrocution, fingering, oral, light humiliation, piv, praise, anal play includes: Hakari, Hoshi, Kashimo note: …we’re so nasty. I feel like I need to repent in every religion for writing this. also this is my first time writing smut with so many characters involved, it might suck a little.

It started with a very special kind of poker. Originally, Kinji just wanted to put Hajime a little bit on edge. Throw him off his game. And also to get a peek at what he was hiding under those big-ass white robes.

So yeah, the late-night activity was strip poker, with a few drinks and a miserable bowl of cracker mix. That’s what the corner store had to offer during these rough times.

It was all fun and games at the start, because everyone expected Hajime to be disconcerted, or annoyed, or even flustered. You and Kirara flirted shamelessly with each other, it’s fun to watch rigid men crack at the sight of two girls being so touchy.

Yeah, Hajime was a little unamused at first, but then he lost his shirt. The baggy white fabric came off to reveal his upper body.

That shut you up real quick.

Hard muscles. An intimidating white slash across one of his pecs. Lightning-shaped scars peeking out from under the bandages wrapped around his arms. (Yes, the bandages counted as one clothing item, truly an unfair advantage in strip poker.)

His hair was down, too, and he was looking so mean, scowling, frowning a little. That was way hotter than it should’ve been.

The laughter died down. Kirara’s eyes met yours, and they said something like girl, we gotta lock in.

Both men liked how easily yours and Kirara’s confidence was shattered. They agreed to accept other forms of payment.

Aw, you don’t have to remove your skirt, Kirara-chan, just sit in my lap instead.

You, you don’t have to take your bra off. Just let Hajime put ice from his drink on the fabric.

Don’t take your shorts off. It’s fine if you just let Kinji put his hands down there for a bit.

You just keep losing and losing :(

You can also pay by spanking Kirara a few times. Or maybe let Hajime put his hands under your shirt and zap your nipples a little. It won’t hurt, he’ll be super careful.

Man, Kirara is so bad at this game all of a sudden, too. 

Well, she can just eat you out over your shorts and she’ll be able to keep playing. Hajime will hold you nice and open so Kirara has aaaall the room.

So yes, you sit in Hajime’s lap, your back pressed against his hard front, his fingers firmly gripping your knees and keeping them apart. Kirara kneels between your legs and laps at the annoyingly thick fabric of your pajama shorts. 

Her saliva hasn’t seeped in enough yet for you to feel the cold wetness, but it’s only a matter of time.

In front of you, Kinji watches the scene with a grin while nursing another can of beer. Normally, his gaze doesn’t make you nervous. This time, though, Hajime’s presence changes things. He’s too new, too unpredictable, and too quiet. He doesn’t react when a soft moan finally climbs up your throat. Is he angry? Is he enjoying himself? 

“All right, enough fuckin’ around.” Kinji’s words make your stomach drop. Kirara turns her head with a confused little pout, spit trailing down her chin, lips swollen and red from rubbing against the fabric separating her from your pussy.

Then Hajime’s hold on you tightens. He still doesn’t say anything. He leans back against the headboard, pulling you with him, exposing you more.

Kirara is gone the moment your shorts shift a little to the side. The small peek of your completely soaked panties is enough to turn her brain off. Her acrylic nails scratch against your hips as her fingers hook into the waistband of your shorts.

“Nh, Kirara—” you yelp in surprise. She’s supposed to be on your side here!

“Sorry, baby, I have to…” She gives your panties a few impatient licks, the taste of cotton and your arousal mixing in her mouth, before she pulls them aside.

Her tongue is already warm enough when it finally makes contact with your folds.

Neither Kirara nor Kinji has heard you like this before. It’s not that you’re especially loud, or that your moans are somehow more erotic than usual, quite the opposite.

The sounds are quiet, restrained. Embarrassed, even.

“Aw, you hear that? I think the old man is makin’ her shy,” Kinji laughs, standing up from his seat. The power dynamic has shifted so fast, it’s dizzying. You watch him approach and sit right next to you, while you’re still wide open on display, Kirara’s head the only thing keeping your private parts hidden.

So, in a way, you want Kirara to stay latched onto your cunt but at the same time, that just draws more and more sounds out of you. Not to mention the humiliating slurping noises and the juices that must be dripping onto Hajime’s pants. 

“Why don’t you let Hajime hear what a shameless little thing you can be?”

Oh god. Kinji is being so mean right now. If you weren’t so concerned with what’s happening between your legs, you’d feel the hardness pressing against your butt.

“I—I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you gasp, trying to keep your composure. “Kirara, help me out h—haaah…”

The betrayal.

Two fingers enter you, pumping a few times before scissoring you open. The betrayal. You can’t even blame Kirara. She’s on their side now, even if she feels bad. You can always control a horny girl by giving hera glimpse of pussy.

“Oh, these two are so nasty. This one,” Kinji reaches down to grab Kirara by the hair and tilts her head up, forcing her to look at you and Hajime, “can get really bratty just so I fuck the brat outta her. Prances around in skirts with nothing underneath.”

Kirara gives Kinji a proud, dazed smile before she’s allowed to dive back between your folds.

“And this one,” Kinji grabs your chin and tilts it back, mushing your cheeks together, “loves the attention. Wants to be spit-roasted all the damn time.”

God, this is so embarrassing.

“Now you have all the attention, doll, don’t you?”

Yes. You do. All three of them focused on you. It’s overwhelming and humiliating, but the way your heart beats a little faster every time Hajime shifts behind you feels so, so good.

Two more fingers reach your folds and hold them open.

Hajime’s touching you. He’s actually touching you between your legs, spreading you for Kirara. 

Kirara happily gives the newly exposed area long, slow licks, her tongue occasionally brushing where Hajime’s fingers meet. She looks up at you with apologetic eyes. Sorry for soon making you cum in front of the bloodlusting maniac.

“Fuck…” That’s the first thing Hajime has aid in a while, right as one of his fingers slips in alongside Kirara’s.

His cheek presses against yours as he leans forward far enough to spit on your cunt. The shiny glob lands just above your clit. Kirara uses the saliva eagerly, getting sloppier, making the sounds more lewd and filthy.

“You wanna feel her cum, old man?”

The question makes your hole clench around the three fingers inside you. Oh god. Not in front of him…

“Mhm…”

Kinji tugs on Kirara’s hair again. She squeals into your skin and giggles, doing that thing with her tongue and piercing, rubbing your clit, adding cute little whines like she’s getting off on pleasuring you alone, and—

Oh. Oh. You’re cumming now.

Right there in Hajime’s lap, unable to hold back the louder moans.

At the same time, his hips roll up against your ass. One hand lets go of your knee and curls around your throat, holding you down against him as your back tries to arch away.

“Good job. Let it all out. Don’t be shy.”

You don’t even know whose voice you’re hearing anymore. All you know is the warm, fuzzy waves spreading from your clit.

“Aw, she’s so cute like that,” Kirara mumbles into your folds, still licking you, slower now.

“Right? She loooves all the attention,” Kinji laughs, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “All right. My turn.”

Kirara is yanked away by her waist, her fingers leaving you, leaving only Hajime’s digit lazily pumping in and out. Instinctively, you try to close your legs to protect yourself from the cool air and wandering gazes.

It’s useless.

The next moment, Hajime pushes you forward on the bed. Face down, ass up. And then his face is where Kirara’s was, his unnaturally cold tongue exploring your folds like he needs to understand what got her so obsessed with your cunt.

“Wait, Kashi—” The reply to the last-name basis is an annoyed grunt. He was literally knuckles-deep inside you, now his face is all up in your pussy too. Fair enough. 

“God, I need to fuck you. I need to fuck you right now.”

Oh. Oh. That’s bold for Hajime but yes. He’s been pent-up for so long, all that voltage needing an outlet. In the background, Kinji laughs, probably more than proud of himself for pulling this off. And he’s only lost a sock in the game. 

Kirara’s long acrylic nails dig into your palm so hard you wonder if the charms will pop off. Her face is buried in the pillow, drool trailing down her chin, red fabric imprints marking her skin. Glassy-eyed. Smiling. Completely fucked out.

She’s having fun.

Kinji’s fucking her good on the other side of the bed. She can’t even stroke herself properly, one hand clawing at the sheets, the other gripping yours like a lifeline.

“Aw, better luck next time,” Kinji coos between powerful thrusts. The room fills with the sounds skin meeting skin, plap, plap, plap.

Yeah. You’re never playing strip poker with these men again.

Hajime’s cock splits you open. You sniffle into the sheets. He’s so different from Kinji. Stern, punishing, fast and shallow, like he knows how much it’s killing you that he’s not filling you up all the way.

“Nh, please — please — more, want more, please, I need all of it—”

Hajime thrusts harder, pushing you down until he’s completely on top of you, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth motion.

“Like that?” he murmurs, forehead pressed to your temple. “That deep enough? Or do you need more?”

More? He’s already abusing your gummy cervix, already balls deep, how could there be more?

You find out when two fingers spread your rim open. It clenches nervously against the stretch. 

“M-more, please…” you beg, meeting Kirara’s unfocused eyes. You’re already being fucked open with your best friend, might aswell give in. 

“Told you she’s shameless,” Kinji laughs. “So shameless, right, baby?”

He pulls Kirara’s head back by her hair, baring her throat to no one in particular. She arches eagerly, nodding, humming. Her hand slides up your arm to your shoulders, jaw and then lips, pushing two fingers into your mouth. 

“That’s right. Tell him about the time you two played with that big, scary toy.”

You’d tell Kirara to keep her mouth shut if Hajime’s fingers weren’t breaching your poor butthole.

Oh god. You’re so full on all ends, you can only lie there and let your body stretch and accommodate everything. 

“One ti-time,” Kirara pants, “we, hah, we used one of those things with two ends and—fuck, Kin, so good—”

“Focus, baby, or I stop.”

She whines, nails scraping against your tongue as you already know what story is coming, heat flooding your face. Your walls try to clamp down, push the intrusion out, that just pulls a low, criminally hot grunt from Hajime. 

“Keep talking, woman,” Hajime chimes in too but he’s just a little out of breath and it sounds more like a plea than an order. He really needs to hear what you did with that toy, it seems. Just to be more convincing though, he gives your already red cunt a few light slaps that make you whimper.

“N-nh, okay, okay, please don’t stop,” Kirara rushes out. “I’ll tell him.”

She pulls her fingers from your mouth and rubs your clit to soothe the sting you just received.

“We used one of those double-ended toys… we fucked each other with our butts touching, and—and—ah—”

“Kirara—”

“And it was so good,” she whimpers. “Her pussy was so wet, it dripped all over me when we pushed down deep enough… and we came so hard…”

“Kirara!” You sniffle, tears of pleasure dampening the sheets as her thumb rubs comforting circles on your nub. 

“But you were so cute, baby,” she gasps. “Begging so nicely… your pussy was so pretty and red by the end… oh god, I’m gonna cum just thinking about it…”

Hajime thrusts harder, his thumb pressing firmly inside you, holding you at just the right angle.

You barely hear Kinji mutter something about “dirty girls” — it doesn’t matter anymore. Hajime kisses you, or tries to atleast but that’s just not possible in that position. His tongue reaches your cheeks, your jaw and he manages to nibble a little on your neck. 

“When I’m done with you,” Hajime speaks, quieter now, so only you can hear, thankfully Kirara’s moans get louder too, “You’re showing me how you fuck yourself on a thing like that. And you’re, fuck, you’re gonna make it nasty for me too.” 

You can only mewl in agreement, you nod into the mattress. Then, the cock filling you slows down, Hajime’s body tenses up against yours. The filthy squelching gets louder with the deep, precise movements, the juices must be foaming where your genitals are connected. 

In a way, Hajime is a little scary when he cums. He goes quiet again, the stuttering and choppy breathing in your ears is similar to what you hear when someone slaughters curses with an axe. 

“Fuck—“ 

Sharp teeth sink into your shoulder as Hajime rides out his orgasm. 

“Aw, is he filling you up?” Kirara coos with a smile. You nod, feeling each twitch of the cock inside you. “Is he good?” 

“So good.”

Demon Slayer's with a male reader who is a battle loving maniac like kashimo my absolute goat and favorite:

A/n: I know I am late but I was freaking out when I saw kashimo finally appear and yes he's my favorite character in jjk and expect more joined content.

Plot: how do the demon slayer characters react to reader who loves battling, willing to die for it, thirsts to battle an upper moon or even muzan and gets very talkative with demons.

Gyomei:

. He definitely finds your personality intriguing but not ideal.

. He definitely respects your ambition about battling but thinks you take it too far which puts your life at risk.

Sanemi:

. He likes you and understands your thirst of battle. He is thirsty himself but to your extent.

. You both get annoyed upon hearing that tanjiro has faced TWO upper moons and you haven't faced one.

Giyu + Muichiro:

. Has ZERO opinion about you.

Tengen:

. Finds your passion and desire for fighting to be flashy.

. You do kinda go against his whole ideology of putting yourself over mission.

Kyojuro:

. He's mixed about you. On one hand he respects your passion and thirst for fighting.

. On the other hand thinks you take things way too seriously.

Obanai + Shinobu:

. They both think you're insane but do respect you.

Mitsuri:

. Worries that your thirst for battle is going to get you killed.

Tanjiro:

. He like mitsuri worries that your passion will get you killed.

Zenitsu:

. Considers you a worse inosuke cause atleast he values his life unlike you.

Inosuke:

Im lowkey gonna kms over this They didnt need to cook this hard

I want this printed into my eyesight forever

Gulppp I wish we knew more of her before kenjaku impersonated her damnit gege

Inspo/og below !!!