sanemisstalker

[sanemisstalker]

DOUMA BULLYING YOU FOR BEING A GOONER? (I don’t even remember my thought process with this)

CONTENT WARNING - Mention of Domestic Abuse/ Sadomasochism.

DOUMA makes fun of the kind of porn you watch. Makes you sit on his lap, claws buried in your thighs. He bounces you, just to mimick the idea of sex while you're left helplessly exposed to the air, and eyes helplessly locked on a screen.

He has your legs spread. You've been spilling over his boxers for the past hour. He'll occasionally raise a finger to point out how bemused the women look.

'No wonder you're so easily excited. If this was the roughest thing I'd ever been exposed to, I'd have low standards too.'

He's not even hard under you, 'truly' understimulated by some of the roughest fucking you've ever seen. You were pulling from your best frames of reference, too. It makes you feel incredibly easy. Your arousal isn't even worth a twitch from Douma's dick.

In reality, Douma is fighting for his sanity. Of course he's turned on. One flick to your clit and you'd probably shatter into a billion tiny pieces. He is raging on the inside. Fighting against his body's physical response to having your needy, wet pussy on top of him. In just his boxers. He forced you to take off your panties so he could see your mess. It's coming around to bite him in the ass.

The actual porn you watch is domestic abuse snooze garbage. He could really, truly, honestly give less of a shit but you, dear God, you.

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Draft clean out time y’all :D

[sanemisstalker]

Do you write for JJK? Because I have a lot of horny thoughts on Uraume 👀

I do write for JJK, but I’m an anime only! (I know a bunch of spoilers lol, so idk if that’s necessarily the right term) but I do love a twink bitch with a blunt bob. I’m more of a Mahito and Getō girl. I know, gross, gross. Not even a twink insight. Im a complete failure.

I know Uraume is like, a Sukuna Stan though. But can I get a number to where they lie on the little freak scale? Can someone rate this guys freak?

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Intro/NAV.

Hi. I’m Sanemisstalker. I’m 21, a college graduate with a creative writing parasite attached to my degree, and I use my creative writing minor to produce Demon Slayer smut. During the day I work in a theatre and during the weekends I sleep with my boyfriend (who is totally real and not at all fake stop saying that guys he just goes to another school.)

This account is 18+. Please respect this. I know you won’t. It’s gotten to the point that I cannot properly control who views my page as I get a crazy amount of notifications constantly (thank you all so much, I’m so grateful) If I find out you’re a minor, or if I can tell, you will be promptly blocked! No hate to y’all, Kids rule! Skibbidi Toilet Rizz or whatever, but I was addicted to porn in highschool. Heed my warning or don’t! It literally ruined my life!

This blog also contains intense themes. I enjoy BDSM. You will find themes of Sadomasochism, Kink, and Fetish in my works. I love filth. Please be weary of this. I will always include content warnings for things I feel could be triggering, and though I have a high tolerance, I know not everyone loves piss.

What do I write?

Porn.

Who do I write it about?

Anime boys with tragic, gay pasts and anime girls with big boobs and murderous intent.

Do I take requests?

Maybe! Send me one. They just kind of sit there if I’m not feeling it, so there’s no problem with shooting your shot!

Do I have D cups?? And or do I want to sign up for your ‘Ugly Milfs want to fuck on my OF, please send me your SS so she can get you premium access to her nipples and big fat juicy ass?’

No! This is a rumor. My titties are small.

Pronouns?

She/He, but ask me again in a week.

Favorite Hashira?

Sanemi and Shinobu. Sanemi when I’m horny, Shinobu when I’m using my partially developed frontal lobe.

Favorite Upper Moon?

Douma. I formed an unhealthy attachment to him when I shaved off my eyebrows.

Where’s the fucking navigation, bitch?

Jesus. Damn. I’m working on it!!!!!

NAVIGATION.

In progress. (Has been for over 2 years.)

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CONTENT WARNING -

GN READER/ Graphic descriptions of cum/ BDSM dynamics/ Sadism/ DUB-CON/ PISS/ Humiliation.

He kept doing this. Waking up humiliated with sticky thighs and lost breathe, ruined sheets and drool covered pillow.

Giyu couldn’t say he liked it. Couldn’t put into thoughtful words the way he loved the look on your face when he’d wake you. He’d pull the cover aside, fist tight and shaking, and you’d just smile. All squinting eyes and barely parted lips. Quirked brows and a small laugh.

“I’m… I’m sorry.” He’d mumble.

He felt like a child every time it happened. This was something he’d stopped doing ages ago, but after you’d introduced that stupid ‘saving up’ thing to his life, this just kept happening. Any time he had free was spent trapped under your pretty little grasp. Cock stroked for hours at a time. No orgasm. He knew better than to cum in front of you. To cum at all… After a while, he forgot why he ever wanted to cum to begin with.

Your proud gaze felt better.

But this was different. You’d guide the man from your bed to the bathroom. He’d be squirming just a tad. It wasn’t exactly comfortable, and he knew what was coming.

You’d make him stand in front of you with cum filled boxers. You’d wave your hand, and he’d shake his head in protest. But you’d tilt your head, and he’d get teary eyed. He’d smile a little. Cause you liked to see his pearly white. Just a bit. It was hard.

Giyu would pull the rim of his shirt to his mouth, put one hand on his pubes, and use the other to pull down his shorts and present what he’d done. You’d keep him there for a moment while the cum dripped onto and covered his hands. After all that build up, it was incredibly messy. Cock, balls, thighs, pubes, all painte. Complimented by a tip that just couldn’t seem to stop leaking.

“You’re like a rusty faucet.” You’d giggle, and his face would somehow burn hotter. You’d grip him, Giyu flinching and tugging away. He thrust back into your grasp, urgent apologies spewing in gibberish. His eyes portrayed his panic. Not ever meaning to pull from your touch. Not wanting to be ungrateful.

“You’re okay…. You’re okay. You’re not in trouble.” And he’d ease into your painful touch. “I just want to make sure there’s nothing else in there. Wouldn’t want this happening twice in one night, would we?”

“No. No.” He’d garble. Drool began running down his jaw. He contemplated stopping it, but he could never look away from you.

After a while, a couple hundred strokes, that band in his belly getting tight, and an evil laugh- Giyu realized your intentions. He began to really panic. Letting the shirt fall from his lips.

“I’m sorry. No. No- I can’t cum again….” He sobbed. With a shaking voice he begged and begged. His balls were tight, his hand gripping his shirt now. He kept his legs locked, scared of what you might do if he dared to flee. Maybe this was the best punishment he could get- anything else resulting in long term infractions. “I- I really can’t- ”

“Oh you won’t die, you big baby.” With a lick to your thumb, you brought your other hand to his dick. You pressed your thumb against his slit and massaged little circles like you would on a clit. Giyu’s legs buckled, but he caught himself on your shoulders. Cum spread from his hands to your body. You looked up to Giyu. Tears splattered your face.

He was crying. Hard. Ragged breathe after breathe shaking his whole body-

He let out one final sob before going silent. You felt his climax cover your hands. Looking down his cum didn’t gush, didn’t splatter- It spilled. Like water between your fingers. His cock didn’t bounce- It gave a pathetic twitch before falling soft in your hands.

Giyu shuddered. His jaw was slack. Sweat beaded off of him-

And then he really began crying. Really, really crying- He squeaked out something, and you looked up in shock. You didn’t know his voice could even go that high- But he appeared frantic.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry-“

Giyu fell forward, and then collapsed back. He landed on his knees, thighs gripping your left leg. Tight. He grabbed at you- Face full of worry, head shaking back and fourth.

And then you heard a hiss. Felt warmth spread beneath your legs. Giyu gasped. Keeping your eye for just a moment. Then he brought his disgusting, shaking hands to his face and cried as he emptied the rest of his bladder onto the floor and your pretty thigh.

You brought your arms out to him, pulling him forward into your embrace. You pet his head. Rubbed his neck. Let him cry on you for a moment.

“Oh sweet boy… I was too mean to you. I’m so sorry, baby.” You weren’t mad. He was your sweet boy. He was your sweet boy. Sweet boy. He knew you’d clean him up. Take care of him- bully him again and again… He knew you loved this. Liked it when he couldn’t help himself. Couldn’t stop his urges.

“I’m your sweet boy, I’m your sweet boy-“ he breathed while kissing your neck, letting the shock waves ride out as his dick stopped dripping, unashamed and heart full of whatever this was.

You liked it when he was absolutely pathetic.

And Giyu couldn’t help but be pathetic around you.

[sanemisstalker]

That's my man (said shamefully)

I've only watched the first season of jjk and frankly I despise Mahito, but god the yandere potential is just too damn good to ignore.

He's provocative, doing anything and everything he can to get a rise out of you.

Though honestly, creepy would be a more accurate description. Even for a curse, Mahito shows a remarkable disregard for the desires of others. He’s a selfish, morbid creature, and although there’s something dark, twisted, and sick blooming in his chest for you, this doesn’t change the core traits of his personality. It doesn’t change what he is, what he’s capable of, what he enjoys doing – and unfortunately for you, his infatuation with you means that every ounce of his time, attention, and curiosity is channeled directly at you.

And even from the beginnings of your unwilling ‘relationship’ with him, this will be uncomfortably obvious.

Catching his attention is a difficult, nebulous thing, but once you’ve managed to snag it, you’ll never shake it off. Very early on he’s attached to your hip, following you around and always, always blabbering on and on about this and that, asking you all sorts of questions that leave you simultaneously disgusted and exasperated.

(Questions like hey, if you had to eat another human, where would you start? Questions like when you menstruate, can you feel it coming out of you? Describe it to me – and show it to me too, okay? I can smell that you’re currently in that phase, what do you mean you won’t take your pants off right now? Why does it matter that we’re in a grocery store? Maybe they'd like to watch too.)

He’s irritating and strange, and you’ll know that there’s something seriously wrong with him without ever even needing to see him using his cursed energy.

And as he grows more attached and invests more time and curiosity in you, a rather disturbing situation begins unfolding – you absolutely did not invite Mahito to live with you, but he doesn’t seem to understand that you don’t want him in your apartment every moment of the day.

When you wake up in the mornings, he’s standing over your bed, face so close to yours that he can feel your breaths against his cold lips, his own stretching wider than humanly possible to morph into a grin that immediately has you awake and alert.

He’ll follow you around your modest apartment as you get ready for work, those mismatched eyes of his glued to your figure watching as you get dressed, your movements hurried and uncomfortable because why the fuck is he looking at you like that?

And he’s not quiet about it either – he’s commenting the whole time, talking about how he’s read that the discharge stains visible on your underwear are a sign that you have good vaginal health.

He’s telling you that you really should tighten up the straps on your bra – all the Playboy magazines and borderline pornos he’s seen in theaters always have the women wearing very perky bras, and shouldn’t you be insecure about that like most human women?

(He’s quick to point out that yours aren’t perky, but rather some other description, something much less flattering and much more damaging.)

He’ll watch as you brush your teeth, tilting his head like some sort of animal as those mismatched eyes take in your every movement, a smile slowly forming on his lips that makes something heavy and sick sit in the base of your stomach.

Immediately after you’re done, practically before you’ve finished spitting out the toothpaste, he’s immediately snatching the brush and settling it against his own tongue, twirling around the bristles against his teeth and tongue as he hums. He’s narrating the taste to you, telling you that it’s minty but also a bit sweet and earthy, his cheeks hollowing out as he sucks at the bristles and giggles. He’ll follow you around with that damn toothbrush in his mouth, staying glued to your heel like some oversized, murderous puppy.

He’s touching your breakfast as you cook it, a finger reaching in to burst the yolk of your fried egg, a thumb and pointer finger reaching into the toaster to squish and pinch at a section of your toast so that it’s cracked and crumbly and has the imprint of his fingerprints against it.

He’s slipping in through the bottom crack of the door as you use the toilet, peeking up at you and smiling too widely, asking you if it feels good when you urinate? I’ve heard that some women think it feels good to hold it in. Next time you have to go, get me first. I want to see how long you can hold it for.

And as time passes, it only becomes worse – he gets more invasive, more pushy, wanting to insert himself into every possible aspect of your life because you’re just so fascinating and the way you respond to him is just so delicious. He’s still forcing you to share intimate supplies like toothbrushes and underwear.

(Though he never returns the underwear clean after stealing them for a few days. There’s always a multitude of mysterious stains in colors you don’t understand – you can handle the very obvious cum stains, albeit begrudgingly and with bile rising up your throat, but what the hell had he been doing that resulted in bright orange stains?)

He’s still asking you all sorts of questions about extremely personal topics, blinking at you with all the innocent curiosity in the world, making you feel like the crazy one for being uncomfortable when asked how many fingers you’ve ever managed to stuff inside yourself and oh yeah, I’ve been meaning to ask – have you ever tried fisting? I bet I could put a finger inside you and then just expand it bigger and bigger until it’s the size of my fist or maybe even more. That sounds fun! Let’s do that. Right now.

He’ll be standing next to you as you brush your hair or brush over it, watching intently and prying the brush out of your hands, pulling at the caught strands and plopping them into his mouth, swishing the hairs around before audibly swallowing them, licking his lips and running off to the shower to find any stray hairs against the tiled walls.

(He won’t verbally explain this particular habit to you, but it stems from a strange, possessive desire to have a piece of you inside of him, the concept of having your DNA within his body making him strangely giddy. He refuses to touch or alter your soul simply because he doesn’t want to change anything about you, and this feels the closest he can get in place of it. The closest he can get to you.)

He’ll open up your makeup bag and drawer, digging with grubby fingers and opening each and every product, smearing a bit across his wrist and returning it back uncapped, occasionally grabbing sticks of lipstick and letting his tongue run across the pigmented product, teeth sinking down as he takes a bite, face twisting up a bit because yuck, it tastes like chemicals!

He’ll grab your makeup brushes and run them along the areas of his body that he’s read are the main production points of pheromones, some raunchy article he’d read claiming that women are highly affected by them and are subconsciously attracted to them.

(The brush gets rubbed across his underarms and navel, a few silver, curly hairs getting stuck in the brush bristles that he figures only imbues more of his natural scent into the tool.)

And Mahito isn’t at all shy about doing any of these things in front of you – in fact, he actively encourages you to look, telling you that it’s good to be honest with each other, that it’s sweet how interested you are in what he’s doing, even if that interest manifests as you angrily yelling at him and begging him to stop being such a freak.

Really, Mahito consciously learns about human societal standards and perceptions of privacy and actively breaks them when it comes to you. He likes to see how far he can push you, just how much you can take before you start crumbling.

He wants to understand what makes you tick, how you function, what your biggest fears are, the order you eat your food, the way you breath, how you sniffle and hiccup when you're crying.

He's a freak in every sense of the word, and once he's grown any sort of attachment to you, he's like a parasite that you just can't get rid of. He'll feed off of you, growing greedier and greedier, but still somehow managing to find some new way to humiliate you, some new way to get you angry enough to scream and lash out at him but terrified enough to stop yourself.

And oh, seeing that look on your face when you're angry enough you could cry makes him feel so, so very good, all the blood rushing south and making him tell you in that sing-songy, too-chipper voice of his to give me your panties you're wearing right now, but stay here. It's better when you watch.

He's the worst, in every sense of the word.

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It's my 2 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

And then you all buy me a BIGGGGG old cake that says 'least consistent author ever' and I go 'yayyyy!!!!' And I clap and then you shove my face in it and there's a big wooden rod holding it together that lobotomizes me.

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yall need to wish my mother a happy mother's day, without her fucking me up I wouldn't be able to do what I love (bi-yearly demon slayer smut)

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Love breathing is stored in the womb.

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Praying you all get medicated and healed.

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thinking about Giyuu who's stayed unaware of intimacy until he met you. he didn't have the time to indulge in such pleasures. so when you told him you wanted to take things further, he could feel an embarrassing twitch in his pants.

thinking about Giyuu who's so nervous, you needed to get him used to some foreplay. he already was red when his cock sprung free, hearing you chuckle about his size. he suddenly felt insecure about his body, only to hear you call him pretty.

thinking about Giyuu who sucks in a sharp breath when he feels your hand on his cock. your fingers felt soft, much softer than his own. of course he couldn't hold back his voice when you stroked him so gently. he can't help but get even more turned on by your affectionate movements.

thinking about Giyuu who almost panicked when he felt your tongue lick up his cock. "w- what are you doing..?!" he choked out, watching how you slowly pushed it down your throat. he squeezed his eyes shut, only to feel you tap his thigh. he whined, having promised to watch you before this all had started.

thinking about Giyuu who can't help but move his hips, they seemingly had a mind of their own. he couldn't help it, your mouth felt so warm and tight. he didn't want to grab your hair that harshly, but his fingers twitched with the need to hold onto something. and you let him.

thinking about Giyuu who starts tearing up, he feels himself so close, his hips moving with more vigor. "sorry, sorry, sorry.. 'm sorry.. your m- mouth feels so good', sorry.." he apologized with every thrust, yet he couldn't stop.

thinking about Giyuu who presses your head flush against his groin, not being able to hold out any longer. he didn't mean to make you gag, but your throat had constricted seconds prior.

thinking about Giyuu who sobs out, his cum shooting down your throat. he felt dizzy, still grinding against your lips until he felt nothing come out anymore. his hand let go of your head, falling to his side.

thinking about Giyuu who feels like passing out after such an intense orgasm, looking at you when he hears you get up. he thought he wouldn't be able to go any longer, but seeing you dripping for him made him grow hard once more.

thinking about Giyuu who doesn't care how sensitive he gets, because right from the start, he had wanted to get intimate with you too, remember?

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me when i have like 20 notifications in the span of five minutes and when i go check its just the same guy rapidfire liking and reblogging posts

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do yall ever read a fanfic, and it's sooooo specific that you just know the author has decided to replace the most toxic man in their life with their comfort character, and the character is like- Monkey D. Luffy. So you're left with ' ONE PIECE MEN X Reader - He abandons you at a goodwill because you look fat in a shein dress'

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*said with barely contained lust* god that guys a fucking freak

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public reblog so I can tell everyone what I'm gonna be a nasty little freak to later

all works are intended for a eighteen plus audience. second masterlist.

ପ multi headcanons ଓ

how they brat tame you.

being a brat ‘n spitting their load out.

no nut november.

hit it from the back.

too sweet. (cw aphrodisiacs)

slippery when wet. (cw squirting)

hiding your moans in bed.

she’s a super freak.

gimme gimme more.

three’s a crowd.

ride it like you own it.

but that dick was a 10/10.

just the tip girl.

ride the dick like a carnival.

scream no bologna.

talkin bodyyy.

slut stretch me out.

fuck me like u want me.

getting a screampie.

freak like me.

ପ oneshots/fics ଓ

★ — SATORU GOJO.

fantasize: you screw your fwb to get over your shitty ex. was it worth it though? probably…not.

sweet tooth: two culinary chefs compete on who can make you cream the most. get it?

fifteen seconds of fame: popstar!gojo needs help on warming up his vocal chords. his solution? right between your legs.

bad romance: you get sandwiched between popstar!gojo & his best friend of a bassist, suguru geto.

poker face: instead of receiving his fifth grammy for the night, popstar!gojo gets a…boner.

alejandro: arguing with the famous popstar leads for him to fire you. what happens when you see him with another assistant the next day?

it’s a match! last friday night: you end up ‘accidentally’ matching on tinder with your best friend—then you hook up with him, then the L word gets thrown around. damn!

★ — FUSHIGURO TOJI.

mission failed: nut ruined: you’re hired to kill a famous assassin but instead you end up in his bed.

love me, love me [ not ]: you get arranged to marriage toji. how does a single kiss make you weak so easily?

think i need someone older: fucking your dad's best friend was so wrong but felt so right.

darlin can i be your favorite: you fuck your dad’s two best friends and one of them is you ex-boyfriend (shiu kong)

one of his girlssss: your dad’s best friend finds out about your side hustle of being a camgirl. oops!

knock(her)out: you get shared between two boxers before their big match.

that girl is mine: you meet up with your dad’s best friend one more time, although instead of telling him those three words, you tell him something else.

★ — SUGURU GETO.

sweet tooth: two culinary chefs compete on who can make you cream the most. get it?

jailbreak: you’re a correctional officer for one of your inmates. sleeping with him? not your brightest idea.

bad romance: you get sandwiched between popstar!gojo & his best friend of a bassist, suguru geto.

★ — SUKUNA RYŌMEN.

knock(her)out: you get shared between two boxers before their big match.

ପ thirsts ଓ

★ — SATORU GOJO.

throat goat.

that’s what i thought.

thats what i thought boy.

lip gloss poppin.

super soaker.

suck a what.

★ — FUSHIGURO TOJI.

jealousy jealousy.

want you back.

thinkin’ bout you.

tease me please me.

talk you through.

want a taste.

hate me fuck me.

talk to me nice.

soft with you.

★ — SUGURU GETO.

no talking.

just a brat.

wear my hoodie.

my pretty girl.

★ — CHOSO KAMO.

my love mine all mine.

draw me, do me.

that’s a good girl.

want your taste.

get humbled.

vampire choso.

sharing is caring

good boy.

missed you.

stuck in the middle.

edge me baby.

can’t take it.

★ — SUKUNA RYŌMEN.

said it’s her first time.

remember your safe word.

give me one more.

twos better than one.

tease me please me.

stretch me baby.

kinda kinky.

wanna please you.

lick me up.

★ — NANAMI KENTO.

can’t live without you.

do i pass?

test me.

give me more.

my messy girl.

★ — HIGURUMA HIROMI.

on call.

nose rider.

love me harder.

relax for me.

my girl.

★ — YUKI TSUKUMO.

let me be your woman.

sharing is caring.

stuck in the middle.

★ — HAKARI KENJI.

fill me up.

too flexible.

slip n slide.

★ — SHIU KONG.

on the hood.

★ — SHOKO IEIRI.

down on me.

© 2023-2024 SCREAMPIED. please do not copy, modify, or translate my work. all rights are rightfully reserved to me.

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Kimetsu no Yaiba / Demon Slayer (05.01)