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Name: Kiana Aboiye

Age: 25 years old

Gender: Female

Appearance: Kiana is a young woman with a radiant copper-brown complexion, she possesses captivating doe-shaped eyes that were impossible in their color: a galaxy-purple with white flecks, resembling stars in a dazzling constellation. Her hair, cascading down to her mid-back, was a gorgeous blend of deep obsidian black at the roots and a lighter indigo shade at the tips, adorned with enchanting coils. Kiana has bow-shaped and pouty set of lips, irresistibly soft, complemented by a perfect set of wizard-white teeth that formed a dazzling smile. Her playful and warm eyes sparkled vibrantly, and she harbored a cute button nose

Height: 5'0

Build: Fit, Curvaceous. Toned muscle - not rippling.

Hair Color and Style: Deep obsidian black at the roots and a lighter indigo shade at the tips,

Eye Color: Galactic purple with white flecks, resembling stars in a dazzling constellation.

Distinctive Features: Eyes, hair, hoarse voice and rich brown skin.

Background: Born to her father Aadan and Her Mother Ayame, Kiana was the first of nine children. Due to her disposition in life, Kiana was disliked by her own mother - as opposed to her other siblings - and took to clinging to her father in her youth. He loved her deeply, leaving the young child no room to question it.

Place of Birth: Japan (Late Meiji-era)

Family: Kiana is the eldest of nine. She has seven brothers and one little sister. Their names are Ichiro (24), Sizwe(23), Hatsuharu (22), Omari (21), Hiroshi (21), Yasu(20), Tefari (19) and Ai (18).

Backstory: At a young age, Kiana followed dutifully in her fathers footsteps to be a swordsman. Aadan taught Kiana everything that she knew about fighting and the use of their odd - but shared - breathing style. He also taught her the importance of grace whilst hunting demons and to show compassion to those that she had killed. At the age of 15 Kiana took part in Final Selection with her brothers Ichiro and Sizwe, facing many trials and many tribulations. At the end of the long, nerve-pulling, seven days, Kiana was shocked that she made it out alive. After her father's death when she turned 18, Kiana had killed her 50th demon and earned the 'Universe Hashira' title. She also took to her siblings as if they were her own children and fulfilled her duties as a demon slayer as well. Through this, she was constantly ridiculed by her mother, who claimed that Kiana was the reason for her father's death; leading her to have low self-esteem in herself and abilities despite her title.

Personality:

Traits: Brave, Kind, Compassionate, Stern, Maternal, Fierce, Playful, Empathetic.

Strengths: Perseverance, Keen intellect, Quick reflexes, Strength, Speed, Combat Abilities, Adaptability.

Weaknesses: Breathing Technique.

Role: Demon Slayer

Rank: Hashira

Weapon:

Type: Dual Nichirin Akrafena

Appearance: The sword has three parts: a blade, usually made of some metal such as iron; in this case, Nichirin. The hilt is carved metal - solid gold in appearance; and the sheath, usually made of animal hide like leopard, leather and electric eel skin. Kiana's is made of leather. The blade of the weapon, after being presented to her, turned into a stardust pattern with a faint purple hue.

Breathing Style:

Name: Universe Breathing.

Techniques:

Galactic Vortex Strike (Offense) - "Uchū no Kokyū, Ichi no Kata: Ginga Uzu Kōgeki"

Kiana wields two Solar Flare Akrafenas with unparalleled precision. With each swing, she channels the swirling energy of galaxies into her strikes. The blades move in vortex-like patterns, creating a whirlwind of motion that slices through defenses with the force of cosmic rotation. This technique delivers powerful impacts, disrupting the demon's defenses and preventing regeneration upon contact.

2. Stellar Fusion Thrust (Offense): "Uchū no Kokyū, Ni no Kata: Kōsei Yūgō Totsugeki"

Drawing upon the brilliance of countless stars, Kiana focuses intense stellar energy into her dual blades. With swift, precise thrusts, she unleashes this concentrated energy in a synchronized assault. The blades move with the brilliance and intensity of stars colliding, delivering devastating thrusts that pierce through even the toughest defenses.

3. Nebula Veil (Defense): "Uchū no Kokyū, San no Kata: Seiun Bēru"

Enveloped in a nebula-like energy shroud, Kiana enhances her agility and reflexes while wielding dual blades. The swirling patterns of the nebula veil create illusions and afterimages that confuse and disorient her opponents. She uses this defensive advantage to evade attacks and maneuver strategically, setting up precise counterstrikes with her dual blades.

4. Singularity Blade (Defense): "Uchū no Kokyū, Yon no Kata: Tokuiten Ken"

The Universe Breather summons the power of a meteor storm, imbuing both blades with the intense destructive energy of falling stars. With a rapid series of strikes, the Breather unleashes a barrage of attacks that mimic the impact of meteors crashing down from the sky. Each pair of strikes releases a burst of explosive energy upon impact, creating a chain reaction of devastating blows that may overwhelm the demon's defenses. The onslaught is relentless, with the dual blades striking in perfect harmony, leaving the demon little time to recover or regenerate, ultimately reducing them to nothing but dust.

5. Black Hole Rend (Both): "Uchū no Kokyū, Go no Kata: Burakku Hōru Rekku"

Kiana channels the relentless pull and crushing force of a black hole into her dual-wielding style. With each movement, she creates a zone around her that draws enemies in, mirroring the inescapable gravitational pull of a black hole.

As she maneuvers within this zone, her strikes are swift and precise, exploiting the disorientation of her opponents. The dual blades move in synchronized arcs, creating an overwhelming force that compacts and tears through defenses. Her movements are fluid and calculated, ensuring that she remains just out of reach of counterattacks while relentlessly pressing her own.

Enemies caught in the Event Horizon find it difficult to evade or counterattack, as the relentless pressure of Kiana's strikes prevents them from regaining their footing. This technique combines offense and defense seamlessly, making it nearly impossible for her opponents to recover or escape the crushing force of her dual blades.

6: Celestial Ascendance (Hidden form) - "Uchū no Kokyū, Hi no Kata: Tentai Shōka"

When Kiana's Demon Slayer Mark activates, she taps into an ethereal power that grants her the grace and might of a goddess of the universe for five minutes. Her presence radiates an otherworldly aura, and her movements become imbued with celestial energy.

During this brief window, Kiana's dual blades are enveloped in a shimmering, star-like glow. She moves with transcendent speed and precision, her strikes resonating with the power of the cosmos. Each swing of her Akrafena leaves trails of ethereal light, and her attacks become almost impossible to predict or evade.

In this heightened state, Kiana executes a devastating combination of offense and defense. Her attacks are so swift and powerful that they cut through demons with ease, leaving behind wounds that shimmer with celestial energy, preventing regeneration. Her defensive maneuvers are equally enhanced, allowing her to deflect and parry with supernatural grace.

The climax of the Celestial Ascendance Technique is a final, powerful slash that channels the full extent of her temporary divine power. This strike releases a radiant burst of energy that resembles a miniature supernova, obliterating any demon caught in its path while leaving the surrounding environment untouched.

Relationships: How Kiana feels about the other Hashira:

"I was afraid she’d kill me in my sleep and after telling her that, we laughed about it and I found out that she’s actually very kind and intellectual." - Insect Hashira

"He is definitely a God of some sort. How could you look good, be tall and considerate? There’s no way. He’s very skilled, I envy his stealth. It staggers me when I remember that he’s two years younger than me." - Sound Hashira

"She's a slice of Castella cake. She’s a wonderful eating partner!! I adore our chats." - Love Hashira

"He’s terrifying, but very thoughtful despite how he speaks. He’s hurting in a way I can’t understand, but I admire his dedication." - Wind Hashira

"Very quiet. I haven’t sat and talked with him, but I feel he prefers isolation" - Water Hashira

"He fired me up. It pained me to know that he had died in battle. I mourned tremendously." - Flame Hashira

"He is a skilled young boy, very mature and does what needs to be done." - Mist Hashira

"He's a serious one. His katana is amazing. I’ve never seen one like it before" - Serpent Hashira

“He is incredibly tall. He’s strong beyond belief. Very cute. I enjoy spending time with him.” - Stone Hashira

Trivia:

The surface of Kiana's skin is well above 104 degrees due to her Breathing style. She has never had a fever or been sick in her entire 25 years of life.

When she was sixteen, Kiana's father - Aadan - once looked at Gyomei Himejima as a suitor for his daughter. Kiana refused the offer from her father multiple times because she had no idea who the man was and she had other responsibilities to worry about.

Kiana's eyes look like the center of a universe swirl and each star is linked to an ancestor and their abilities. She needs to keep a high spiritual balance in order to keep her abilities in tact.

Kiana speaks multiple languages: Japanese, Yoruba, ASL/JSL and English.

(Art done by @kingdimitrx)

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I really wanted to hop onto that trend of people drawing their OCs/personas possessed by Bill… so I did the thing with my OC, Zyanya. 👍

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©东予薏米  jade rabbits making mooncakes for mid-autumn festival

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Oh… Oh no

your 12th emoji is how you'll die

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Hey would kiki have a student?

Like gyomei taught genya

Rengoku taught mitsuri

Etc etc

Would she have one? Or not?

That’s a good question. I’d say yes.

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An older WIP I didn’t feel like finishing and instead just cleaned up a little. 👍

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Never forget those lost, and how 9/11 impacted innocent Muslims.

Never Forget the Reign of Terror waged against Muslims (and by extension, Sikhs profiled as being Muslim) in the nearly two decades following 9/11.

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Finally

THIS IS THE BEST THING I HAVE EVER SEEN

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Night Time Relief - Demon!Gyomei x Fem!Reader

TW: Minors do not interact. Husband Gyomei, Demon Gyomei, Dubious Consent, Incubus, Non-con Touching, Non-con elements, Breeding, Power play, Power Imbalance, Blood, Restraining, Biting, Licking, Scratching, Slight Vore(?), Predator/Prey.

A Kasugai crow delivered you orders to destroy maybe one of the most skilled killers in the forest, West of the village it preys on. Without a second thought, you make your way through the woods that night, failing to note that the area around was incomprehensibly still. The smell of petrichor fills the air as freezing raindrops fall to the Earth, shrouding the forest with the soft sound of clattering leaves. You couldn’t ignore the feeling of foreboding in your mind as your footsteps grew lighter and swifter. You could feel it burning the back of your neck, a relentless gaze waiting for you in the abyss of total darkness among the tree line behind you. With hasty eyes, you glance back and forth along the moonlit path ahead and behind you.

Being this uneasy was nothing new to you seeing as you killed demons nightly, so being unsettled from time to time was a given, but tonight? Tonight was different. What was it about this area that forced goosebumps to traverse your body as well as make your stomach turn with venomous butterflies that corrupted your nervous system? It plagued your mind so heavily that you decided to go through the checklist of red flags you’d created in your time as a slayer, counting the top three off the list.

"Darkness, check. Ominous feeling of dread, check... What was that third thing?... Fuck, I'm too scared to remember.”

Hearing you admit to fear so blatantly brought a smile to your pursuer's face, he decided to enjoy the thrill of the chase until the very last moment, so he continued to prowl around in the shadows, waiting for his opportunity to pounce. "How would she taste?" He wondered, keeping his distance while remaining as low as he could, blades of grass gently sliding across his arms, legs and stomach, boosting his sensory skills as he 'sees' the world around him essentially. He listens to your footsteps, allowing the pursuer to constantly keep track of your precise location. It didn’t make it any better that he knows his prey well, he also knows that you’re onto him. All he has to do is stay out of sight. Gyomei had to admit he was a bit disappointed in his meek beloved for not realizing how grave the danger you were in, but he also knew that when you are petrified, you don't use your mind properly.

If You'd been a bit more composed, you would have realized that his commanding aura of dominance quieted all the other creatures in the forest, leaving an eerie, deathly silence that would make even the most expert of hikers turn around and head home. With a deep breath your eyes close slowly, trying desperately to remember what it was that was throwing you off-kilter. You rely on your ears and sense of smell. There was nothing that stood out immediately except the sound of the light rain coming to a stop, so with a low grumble, you whispered to yourself. "Listen to the forest… Listen to the creek around you and the creatures-” You pause momentarily as it finally dawns on you, “There are no other sounds but the creek!… It shouldn't be this qui-”

Before you finish the sentence, a deep snarl comes from your left just as your head turns in it’s direction. Faster than you could open your eyes, a branch snapped, then Gyomei’s body crashed into you. You tumble a few times against the ground, ultimately being pinned to your back. The sound of thumping in your ears increases as you stare into a set of luminous red eyes and gaze upon ashen brown skin that was cold to the touch. Gyomei lets out a deep chuckle while pinning your small hands above your head.

"You remember too late, my love. I thought you would have realized that over an hour ago when I first entered the area." He states in a menacing baritone voice. The force of his tackle left your weapons too far away for you to reach. Regardless, you fight with the strength you have by kicking the demon's rock hard abdominals. Desperate and breathing unsteadily, you do everything imaginable to break free of Gyomei's imperishable death grip on your wrists. The force he applied made it feel like they were going to snap as you grimaced. You continued to think of a way to at least propel him up and over your head, if only you could steady your feet. He was as heavy as a fully loaded train and the sight of his bloodied canines shining in the moonlight made your breathing even more sporadic with the thought that you’d be your husband’s next meal.

Your focus was drawn to his face and how terrifying it was. It harbored black cracks all over that spread along his neck and shoulders, with four extra arms protruding from his side while two continue to pin you. The sounds of your own breaths were drowned out and dominated by his hungry growls. What could have happened to him? Why did this happen to him? He would never agree to becoming a demon… or so you thought. Is this where he’s been for the last two years since his last mission? Through the midst of your confusion, you let out an exasperated grunt, finally finding the words you want to say to him.

"Gy-Gyomei, please! It’s me, your wife, don't-'' You're interrupted as one of Gyomei's free hands comes up to your mouth, covering it in a surprisingly gentle fashion. He makes sure to not scratch your mouth or face with his blackened, serrated claws. Tears of blood flow from his eyes, down his ashen cheeks and onto yours. The cries you expelled were muffled as your own tears involuntarily slip from your eyes and mix with the blood on your face. You begin shaking your head back and forth rapidly, your breaths continuing to stagger as you adamantly try to break free, twisting your wrists until you both hear a loud pop.

The feeling of sharpened nails press into the flesh of your cheek, any more and he’d puncture it. "Shh... My love, don't make this any harder than it needs to be." He tones deeply into your ear as he leans down, the heat from his words making you release a scream into his palm in frustration. Gyomei hums before moving his frosted fingers away from your mouth, slowly tracing along the thickness of your lips before he pinches your chin in the cusp of his index finger. A sharp pain radiates the underside of your chin as his thumb nail penetrates the skin and he draws blood. The stream of red fluid tickles your trachea as you close your eyes from the burning sensation. "You act as if you don't want this… Have you not missed me in my absence?” He asks honestly.

Your breath stifles, your eyes fly open, blistered with tears of grief you’d thought long passed as you lock eyes with your hunter... With your husband. “He remembers me…” You think to yourself while continuing to wiggle your wrist. Finding a little bit of room within his large hands, you were able to break one of your hands free, although you assumed he allowed you to. You slap his hand away from your chin, then shove your palm into his face. "Get.. off... Me!..." You grunt, feet still kicking at his hardened stomach that he, of course, cannot feel. This coerces a demented chuckle from the giant as jagged teeth sink into your palm, burning instantly. Suddenly, the space around your waist is tugged as his nails cut into your sides easily like a knife gliding through butter. He digs his nails in deep, stopping just before any major arteries as he holds you steady.

More of your blood trickles over his fingertips and a feral growl escapes his chest. A loud scream begins to escape your own mouth, the same burning in your chin earlier now ravaging the entirety of your body, the nerves screaming in pain across the synapses in your brain… But then… The area grows warm and sensitive, changing the feral screams of your voice into pleasured moans. Gyomei's top left arm continues to hold one of your wrists, while the top right that you’d smacked away, grabs your offending bloody hand and he drags his tongue over the wound he'd made.

He laps at your palm sensually, slurping on your red nectar while he chuckles. "You know there is no point in this." He tones before licking his lips. "You're too sweet to let go and far too valuable to me to share with anyone else."

You scoff at his words in disgust. "Listen... To yourself!! You- Anh~!" A moan quivers in your voice as his nails squeeze deeper into your sides. "You sound... Like a... Monster! This isn't you! You're not like this!..." You whimper, eyes closing as you turn your head away from what used to be your loving husband. Gyomei continues to lick your wound, becoming even more roused by the position he's in. He kisses his way down your wrist, then smiles playfully.

“But you're enjoying yourself and don't want me to stop... Isn't that right?" He asks in a smooth tone of voice. You hated yourself for agreeing with the demon, a faint heat creeping along your cheeks as you refused to answer, your body now basking in the warmth surging through your body. His carnivorous licks grow more pleasant with each passing second. You look up at the demon with curiosity plaguing your mind.

"Exactly... What kind of demon are you? Why did you become a demon? How could you.. Leave me for so long?" You ask in a medium pitched, breathy voice. Your arousal was obvious to the demon towering above you. He gently responds back while placing your hand back in its original place in his large palm, pinning it above your head again.

"My only reason for becoming a demon was to meet you again. I was dying a painful death on my final mission as a Slayer and could not bear the thought of never saying goodbye… So, I did what I must to meet you once more. I try not to dwell on my blunder, as what I wished for finally came to pass.” He tones while dragging his nail along the supple flesh of your skin. “As far as what kind of demon, it should be obvious by now, my love. Tell me, what do you think I am?" He asks while taking the finger on his bottom right hand to the top of your slayer uniform, then drags it down to the waistline of your pants. The sound of fabric tearing and buttons popping could be heard as your breasts burst out of the torn clothing.

The sound of the demon purring signals that he likes what he sensed, your overwhelming aroma of lust teasing his nose and tongue as he palms your chest. The cold wet air grazing your bare flesh and nipples pulls a stifled moan from your lips before you answer. "An... Incubus?..." Gyomei nods his head slowly, then places his forehead to yours.

“Will you allow me to indulge in your warmth once more, y/n? I may be a demon… But I still care deeply about you, that much I have not forgotten.” He asks while looping his finger on the inside of your pants. You couldn’t help but relent and nod your head. You’d missed his touch so much for the past two years that he was away. He grins at you lovingly, then begins to drag his finger from the base of your collarbone to your navel tearing the flesh of your torso as he goes. The sound of your moans flooding his ear brought bliss throughout his body.

He uses his last two arms to spread your legs, exposing a precious pussy that was oozing cum prematurely as he rubs his clothed dick against your sensitive bulb. His venom had worked just as he wanted it to. He feels along your tiny frame as you fully submit to your lust. With your head tilted back, eyes half lidded and your body flushed beyond all reason, you position your hips against the underside of his dick. The massive output of steam from your body signals to him that you’re all his and your resistance has dissipated. Gyomei giggles at you before dragging his tongue along your bloody torso. "You taste amazing, my love…" He whispers as removes his claws from your waist and free’s his large dick from his pants, then lines it up at your opening. “This will hurt a bit.”

As he pushes his hips forward, his dick seemingly splits you up the middle and presses into your cervix as you let out a feral moan. How thrilling it felt to be under your husband once again albeit under less than ideal circumstances. Here you were, bare as a newborn child on the forest floor, mating with a demon of astronomical size and strength. Each thrust into your tight hole had you seeing stars and squeezing your nails into your palms. “T-to much!... H-hurts!” You cry as tears of pleasure start to careen down your cheeks. Gyomei snarls as he leans in to bite your neck, injecting more venom into you, soothing your pain while feeding himself in the process as your scream takes on a more pleasured tone.

Gyomei drags his tongue along your neck slowly and with the tantalizing taste of iron on his tongue accompanied by the feeling of his dick being squeezed and sucked into your greedy pussy has soft, pleased growls leaving his chest with each snap of his hips. He could lose himself in this sensation and he does. You’re intoxicating to this man and he can’t stop himself as he goes in a second time, sinking his teeth into your shoulder. Your heavy breathing and moaning has your heart pumping his venom through your veins at an exponential rate, causing you to cum all over his pelvis as you take him in his entirety.

“F-fuck!... S-so big!… S-so good!~” You whimper, your pussy spasms as you feel a dagger like sensation piercing into your collar bone, the sound of squelching filling the air as your eyes drift to the back of your head. The feeling of his cold skin against your own causes temporary relief as you continue to release guttural moans into Gyomei’s ear. The large demon continues to drive into you harder, deeper, faster until he feels you nearing your breaking point. He squeezes your wrists tighter, pumping into you sloppily as creamy white slick spreads to his abdomen.

“Almost...” He pleads in a deep and needy tone as he angles himself to fuck into your sweet spot. The sheer feeling of him pushing into your tightening hole was too much to bear, what tips him over the edge was the sound of your voice breaking as you orgasm loudly, the sound reverberating in his ears causing him to let out a deep groan that vibrates your chest as he shoots thick, hot ropes of his seed into you.

Both of you were breathing heavily and you’d looked like you’d been mauled by a demon. Bite marks everywhere and close to severe blood loss. You look up at him with tired eyes, the adrenaline from his venom wearing off as you ask breathily,

“Are you going to devour me now?”

Gyomei chuckles and lets go of your bruised wrists.

“Oh, my love… this is just the first of our encounters. I’ve decided this will not be the last of us meeting. As I said: You're too sweet to let go and far too valuable to me to share with anyone else... ”

… And you didn’t mind that. Not. One Bit.

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TW: Minors Do Not Interact Sexual themes, Fem!Reader.

Your husband!Gyomei, the gentlest of giants, the most patient and loving. You thank the powers that be that you were blessed to be the one he chose, every single day.

Your husband!Gyomei who is nothing short of perfect, the way that he would silently guide you away from the street and close to his left side. And he’d never forget to use the warmth of his large hand to gently cradle your own, tenderly and comfortably like it were the final piece to his massive puzzle.

Your husband!Gyomei who spends those autumn crisp early mornings sitting on the engawa of your shared home and drinking matcha, holding a cup with one hand with his palm on your waist as you lean against his supportive arms. Your shoulder, a resting place for his chin, as he closes his eyes and listens to your being. Your aura. You are his peace.

Your husband!Gyomei, who had your fingers tangled in the sheets and eyes drifting into your skull, grunting softly with each mewl and whine you failed to contain. Who wraps his arm around your knee and squeezes your plush inner thigh, peppering butterfly kisses against the inside of your knee.

Your husband!Gyomei, who asks “are you okay, my love?” When you gasp for air, your wanton breaths shudder as the heat in your belly spreads to your chest and tingles down your spine. He smiles at the sound of your pleasure, needing nothing more than that as a suitable answer.

Your husband!Gyomei, whose skin cools the inflamed surface of your own and feeling you at the precipice of release, his calloused palms cupping your cheek and his thumb wiping away the accumulated sweat on your temple. The loving curl on his lips fade, his expression hardening as he pushes against that soft, gummy muscle in your core; his eyes closing and jaw going slack as he listens to the rhythmic slapping of his hips against yours. “Close.” He whispers huskily into the cavity of your ear and desperately lining the base of your jaw with meaningful kisses.

Your husband!Gyomei, who can’t take the sensation of your nipples brushing against the raised prickles of his skin. He paints your walls once you ghost over his lips and dig your nails into his forearm. He’s slipping in and out of you almost uncontrollably with a moan while slowly bringing himself to a stop. He rests, bare chested against you, unwilling to dislodge himself from the sweltering heat of your warmth. He enjoys this closeness. Loving you, loving being against and with you. So much that he tears up from the bramble of your hearts intertwined as one…

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Pleasure on his fingertips - Gyomei x Fem!BlackReader

Authors Note: I have been fantasizing about Gyomei’s hands since the Hashira meeting arc. They’re so pretty ✨

TW: Minors Do Not Interact, masturbation, first time, bodily fluids, Black reader in mind, Orgasm Denial.

His hands are so careful.

They lift the weight of burdens unknown, remaining ever reliable in times of need, the same hands that are able to slowly trace your bundle of nerves with a profound tenderness.

His forearms mold around the curvaceous frame of your waist, his fingers gently digging deep into the comfort of your skin to hold you in place. His index swirls playfully, his eyes closed, a soft smile on his lips.

His abdomen put diamonds to shame, unbreakable and formed from the pressure of his training regimen. Who knew they’d act as a support for your back as it arched from anticipation?

One of your palms just barely graze his upper arm, holding gently for support, and he almost doesn’t feel the way your nails push into to the skin of his wrist locked around your waist.

His voice carries the weight of a rolling storm, deep and commanding. But it’s so soft now, with a bass that fills the ear drum as he whispers, “Very good.” After each of your mewls, gasps and whines, the tendons of his wrist move faster as he picks up speed.

His thighs, unyielding and powerful, keep each of yours propped to the side, exposing your torrid, dripping warmth to the frigid contrast of air in the room.

Even Buddha couldn’t save you now, and you didn’t want him to.

The sensation of your body beginning to coil tighter strikes a change in pace as his fingers delve deep into you, exploring carefully as he toils away, pushing deeper; rubbing ribbed, silken walls and hooking his fingers against that spongy surface within when it’s found.

The feeling of you is overwhelmingly wonderful. He’s used to cherishing your form; your cheeks, your ample soft hands, the incredible feeling of your plush, pouty lips on his thumb when he traces over them to get a vivid description of your face.

But this new side of you, this intimate exploration, is almost too much to bear. The heat radiating on and around his finger with each soft nudge into your flower sends a riveting chill up his spine. The slow, careful insertion of his fingers had his jaw slacked in awe and his attention at full capacity.

His favorite sound? Right now there are plenty, like the gush of slick squelching around the base of his fingers, but the number one thing that stands out is the wind being forced out of your voice box and caught in your trachea.

That soft, pleasured “Gyou!—“ is halted by the feeling of lips crashing against yours, the salty taste of tears from his eyes linger on your taste buds as his tongue dances along yours.

He sensed your hymen breaking a few moments ago and he felt terrible for doing such a thing, but - per your request - it was what was to happen when you asked him to pleasure you with those thick fingers of his.

A soft, fluttering clench coerces him to pull back and tend to your engorged nub once again, slowly letting your high come to a medium, and holding it there with each careful roll of his index and ring finger.

He felt so honored, to have been the one to do this first. He’d never felt anything like it before. His eyes close as he continues his ministrations, stimulating himself with a new softness foreign to his fingers.

As you’re gasping from pleasure - dazed from the lingering promise of euphoria - his lips break from yours and in a soft, pleading, husky tone, he requests only one thing:

“Not yet. You feel so lovely. Please don’t cum yet… Just a little longer.”

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Fluff! anything for Gyomei, I love the way you write him!

Unspoken Bonds - Gyomei x Fem!Reader.

Gyomei could have cried when he first touched you and felt your body tense.

He thought he might have broken something on your body when your breath hitched and your heart skipped a beat.

Despite telling him several hundred times that you were alright, he still apologized and cried.

He is definitely mentally swearing to never touch you again.

Imagine his surprise when the remarkable, compassionate, feather-light weight of your fingers caress his jaw line.

He’s looking at you in awe with those sightless eyes, slumping his shoulders through a long exhale.

He didn’t even know he was holding his breath.

Your thumb brushing his tears away coerces him closer.

Second time’s the charm as his slow, large, gentle hands rest delicately on the curve of your waist.

The tips of his fingers are the first thing you feel, their weathered calluses appraising your waist.

You let out a soft, contented giggle when you feel those dexterous digits make their home pressed against your skin.

“Does this hurt?” He asks calmly, leaning into the touch of your fingers, eyes half lidded, face anticipating your answer. He’d always know about your sensitivity. It was one of the reasons that you and him clicked well together.

With a shake of your head, you lean further into him, enjoying the warmth and safety the gentle giant provided. Warm, loving eyes gaze upward at him and you can feel the thunderous beating in his chest through your kimono.

The hum that he produces resounds so deeply and creates a vibration that feels as though it becomes one with your anatomy. If he only knew how your very being reacted to him, how your heart would pick up and slow to match his, how your breath would blend with his… Well, you don’t know what he’d do.

Little do you know, he understands completely. The bond between you two is so deep that it needs no words. He can interpret your hums, your touch, the way you sigh, even the smile coasting along your lips without ever uttering a single syllable. He feels the essence of you, sees the greatness of your being and the beauty of your heart with his minds eye.

“You’re perfect.” He mutters lowly, the words creating a tremor in the pit of your stomach. You disagree, promising him that you would never be something as impossible as perfect.

Taking two of those large, sinewed hands that envelop the entirety of your face, Gyomei looks you right in the eyes, tears rolling down his cheeks as he reiterates…

“You’re perfect for me.”

[uchu-no-bashira]

Sultry Patience - Gyomei x OC!Kiana

Authors Note: I say that this is for pride month because my OC is very Pansexual/Demisexual. Sorry if you don't like OC works, buuutt you can always scroll! Anyway, hope you enjoy it, if you don't you don't.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, Long read, Mentions of alcohol, Teasing, Anal fingering, Power play, Submission/Domination, Pegging, Sex Toys, Nipple play, Sensory overload, Slight Sadism, Slight Spanking, Mentions of Bodily Fluids, Consensual sex between adults over the age of 21, Oral sex, Cunnilingus, Black character because she is.

…“I wanted to know if you… Wanted to help me try something new in the, uh, bedroom?” Kiana pauses for a moment, looking the man up and down before turning around to face him.

“Something new? I would love to, but we have to be at the party soon and you know, when it comes to us, we take at least an hour or two.” She giggles, taking her finger and dragging it along his chest. “For you, though? Anything. They’ll be alright without us. What did you have in mind, Gyomei?”

Making an almost unsure hum, he rests his hands on Kiana’s hips and mumbles, “Let’s take a shower first? And we’ll need lube.” Kiana nods her head, then begins to lead him back to the bathroom. “Oh, and make sure you clean under your nails, love.” He says sternly, listening to Kiana chortle before she agrees to said demands.

“I’ll take a few of em off…”

Kiana wasn’t quite expecting her night to go like this, with her sight befalling one of the most beautiful physiques she’d ever seen. Rippling abdominals, toned lats and two incredibly strong forearms rest restrained up above Gyomei’s head. The one detail she loved most from her view of Gyomei’s visage was the soft, unmistakable undertone of bashfulness painted upon it. The large man’s chest lifted slowly with anticipation and longing, his lips part and his thick member twitched a few inches above his hardened stomach as he exhaled. Sweat glistens along his skin and the half-lidded look of pure arousal that takes residence in his eyes fills the pit of Kiana’s stomach with an overwhelming sense of control. She knew very well he could snap the bindings holding his wrists together, but he instead chose to be at the mercy of her every whim.

It would have been rude for her not to indulge herself in his features, pressing her open palms beneath his massive thigh in one hand, gently stroking her thumb against the hairy surface as she marveled his being. He looked so perfect on his back, so submissive. She couldn’t help but blush the slightest bit as she turned her head to the side, brushing her nose against the inner skin of his knee and pressing warm, close-mouthed kisses to his flesh.

“Mmm, you behave so well.” She cooed softly as he stifled a soft moan. Lower she goes, leaving a blazing trail of wet kisses until she reaches his femoral artery, smiling when he flinches beneath her touch and a pleasured sound is caught at the back of Gyomei’s throat. She doesn’t let up, dragging her wet muscle up and down, kissing slowly and sensually along cooled skin before moving further along.

Kiana continues her barrage, reaching his lower abdomen to follow his happy trail upward. The sound of the binding being pulled augmented with the strained grunts of his waning patience. When Kiana pulled her pouty lips from his abdomen, Gyomei sighed and opened his teary eyes. Now, at full mast, the Stone Hashira was as stiff as his title’s sake.

“It’s too much…” He grunts, baring his teeth and holding his head back. Sensations for Gyomei could, sometimes, be overwhelming. And, if not careful, it could cause the man a great deal of pain. But, if done correctly, euphoria would come just as naturally as breathing. Kiana wanted him to feel everything that she was doing and wanted him to writhe beneath her in absolute pleasure. It was consensual, of course, but that didn’t make it any less sadistic.

The interested woman readjusts herself between Gyomei’s powerful thighs, finding comfort in the way her new harness squeezed the cuff of her ass tightly, but comfortably. She prolongs his waiting, making sure that she applied her nipple clamps on him just right. Not too tight, not too loose. She turns the device to level one, biting her bottom lip from the tantalizing sight of Gyomei beginning to cry again, exhaling lustfully when his tip glistens the slightest bit.

“Remember our safe word, ‘Mei~.” She whispers, taking the pads of her fingertips and softly brushing them against each one of his sensitive cheekbones as she holds his face. Gyomei nods his head, giving a wavering, ‘yes, mistress.’ In response from the stimulation of his areolas. Kiana’s heated fingertips tease Gyomei’s flushed skin. It wasn’t enough to make him whine, but it was enough to make his thick cock react. Each touch was like electricity, moving from his chest, spiraling in his stomach and sparking at his rounded tip.

Closing his eyes, Gyomei’s abs brace from the tingle of a few delicate, coffin-tipped nails tickling his skin, making him pant slightly, almost pulling a giggle from his chest from how feather-light it was. Kiana begins dragging her nails from his chest, pushing downward to reach his upper abdomen, then to his diaphragm and finally, each of his flanks.

Unable to hold back the chesty moan that left his throat, Gyomei undulates as she massages each nerve ending, fighting to keep his hips from bucking into the air while pulling in a sharp breath through his teeth. Kiana smirks at him again, enjoying the reaction to such a minute, gentle touch, one that she knew was only effectuated by her hands. She teases his adonis belt with single digits, writing her name in cursive upon them and taking in the resounding hum her lover makes.

With one sweltering palm, Kiana grabs Gyomei’s girth and angles her head. It was amazing to think that something that big ravaged her insides from time to time, and she couldn’t help but wonder what it looked like covered in her juices when he thrust himself into her. More enticing a thought; what would it look like slathered in his own cum? Inquiring minds died to know. Sooner than later, she’d have her answer. Stroking his length at a painfully slow pace, Kiana experiments with her lover.

She drags the pad of her thumb downward, pulling back his foreskin and all but trilling at the sight of his pretty pink tip. Her opening begins to slobber upon the silicone object pushed into her warmth as she leans down to kitten lick the underside of his length and trace the veins until they imprint upon her tongue. As Kiana’s head bobs up and down, Gyomei chokes back guttural grunts. His hips begin rolling impatiently with an aching need, desperate to reach that sensation of release. “Ah~”

He could hear the lathering sound of her wet muscle delving beneath his foreskin and could sense every inch of it swirling the tip of his sensitive member. He begins to prod a tight, spongy surface, slipping in and out, curving over each of Kiana’s salivating adenoids. Gyomei gasps when her tongue maneuvers its way through his slit and he bites back a groan, all but holding his breath when  her cheeks suck in and she slurps the accumulated mess from his member. “Oh my God…” He moans breathily, allowing his jaw to go slack.

Kiana’s head pulls up, breaking the soothing stimulation and leaving an obscene string of saliva that connects to the pillow plush of her thick lips. “Mmm~ Do you know how good you taste?” She purred, stroking his length again while pressing her thumb against his slit. Kiana rolls her own hips in a circular motion, using the inserted end of her harness to rub against her g-spot and satiate her growing desire. This meant she could take all night with Gyomei if she wanted, but she wouldn’t be that cruel.

“N-no… M-mistress…” He pants, squeezing his nails into the beds of his palms, listening to the indecent squelch between her legs and the soft moans that barely took full form in her voice box. It was all so much. The tickling fabric of Kiana’s silk sheets, the sting of rope hugging his wrists and forearms, the mouth watering drip of Kiana’s soaking heat and the irresistible scent of her citrus body wash all paired so well together, making a cocktail of unbridled arousal. He could almost feel himself drowning in the outside stimulus, the pleasure of it all causing him to tear up again.

Remember those nails she said she’d take off? Well, as Kiana takes her time applying lubrication, the pad of her right middle finger rubs steady circles around the ring of his opening. She purrs out sounds of encouragement whilst adorning the flushed color of his face. “You know I’ll be gentle. Relax for me.” She whispered, slathering more of the warm, water-based lubricant against his hole, massaging the massive girth of his member with her left hand and picking up a bit of speed as she goes.

“Hah~... Mmmn…” He was almost unable to speak from the sensation of her finger delving into a place it’d never been before. He leans into the feeling of her heated digit, shivering beneath Kiana's touch. With an exasperated whine, Gyomei waits patiently, obediently at the command of his mistress and his face begins to shade a deeper Ruby pigment. There were eyes on his body, he could feel it. Kiana’s whimsical but penetrating gaze, the heat of the lights in the room and the weight of the air teasing his delicate, raised scars. The rate of her heartbeat signaled that she was getting off on this.

“Almost ready, Mei. Sorry it’s taking so long, I just don’t want to hurt you… Dos this feel good?” She mumbles in a raspy tone, pumping her small middle finger deeper into him while readjusting herself again, her head lowered and tongue swirling the tip of Gyomei’s girth while watching his facial expression with doe-shaped eyes. 

The sight of his jaw going slack again and his sightles eyes rolling in his head compels the brown-skinned woman to force her hips down onto the pleasure device pushed against her sweet spot. She emits a lecherous moan while lewdly lapping at him, swallowing him up like a fresh drink of water. With each roll of her provocative tongue and prod with her deft fingers, Gyomei falls further into the rabbit hole of pleasure and whines out an uncharacteristically impatient sound. Imagine his surprise when Kiana uses the slick from her watering mouth to slip a second dexterous finger inside him.

The Stone Hashira couldn’t ignore the goosebumps on his arms, or every hair rising on the back of his neck, standing on edge with every warm puff of air against his foreskin. The way her tongue swirled around his puffy, wet tip was becoming increasingly unbearable. “Mistress...” He groans as light tears cover the surface of his cheeks, his lips slightly parted as Kiana pumps her fingers in and out of his rectum with ease. “Hoshi.” Gyomei pants, his length throbbing and twitching as he begins to feel agonizing pressure build steadily in his abdomen.

Pulling her head back from his pelvis, Kiana hums sultrily, repositioning herself above him once again. “Mhn~ Okay. I’ll take it easy since I still have things I want to try~” Kiana giggles, flashing him an unseen, shit-eating grin. The larger male could hear the pending mischief in the tone of her faded voice, the sound sending a subtle enthrallment through his body. Gyomei nods at her statement, his breath hitching as she slowly pulls each digit from his heated core. While looking down at him, the Universe Hashira lifts a brow. “Hm? I can’t hear you, Himejima.” She states curtly, firmly gripping his length in her heated palm.

“Yes, mistress.” He uttered through a strangled breath, flexing his wrists against the bindings so tightly that the muscles and veins in his arms protruded more than normal. The sight warrants a predatory growl from Kiana, leaving her with the thought of how helpless this powerful being was beneath her tiny finger tips. Satisfied with the response, the smaller woman grabs a silicone toy, it was no more than about five or six inches long and slightly thick.

Kiana releases Gyomei’s length and takes the dildo into both hands so that she can fit it into the base of her harness ring. Once secure, she adjusts and tightens the belt on each side until the phallic toy is lined up to the perfect height. Grabbing the lubrication, popping the top and rubbing it lightly into each palm, she begins to lather the sex toy, biting her bottom lip excitedly. Using the remaining fluid, Kiana brushes her palms along his inner thigh at a snail’s pace, all while giving a warm, gentle smile.  “Are you ready, Mei’?”

“Yes, mistress.” He answers swiftly. He’d beg if he only had the permission to do so, but his words of desire were shackled by the command of his mistress who told him to only say yes or no. His patience was running thin as he felt Kiana hesitate to line up with his mildly stretched rectum. Gyomei’s teeth sank into his bottom lip, holding back the soft whine slowly pushing through his nostrils in a controlled breath. Once his lungs are empty, he feels a slippery, filling sensation as Kiana eases the sex toy inside him. Through a guttural moan, Gyomei cries out in pleasure, his length throbbing  with each slow, deep stroke into his prostate.

“That’s such a pretty sight~” Kiana murmurs, watching his tip steadily ooze precum while guiding one hand over a set of rippling muscles to rest on his hip. “Your handsome face. Your extraordinary voice. The way your body trembles beneath my fingers. Am I pleasing you properly, Gyomei?” She asks rhetorically, scanning every inch of his sweaty body with her galactic irises, only stopping once she met his sightless gaze.

“Y-yes, Mistress!” He sobs, craning his neck to the side as the object pushes deeper. Kiana thrusts her hips at a steady pace, gripping Gyomei’s hips tight enough to leave an imprint with her remaining nails. What caught her by surprise was the way Gyomei moved his hips downward onto the sex toy, fucking himself deeper with wild abandon. Kiana matches his pace, taking note of how close he was getting - the signs all over his reddened face and flushed body.

“Feels… So good… Kiana.” He husks out, opening his watery eyes and turning to face in her direction. His mind had been steadily breaking from the overwhelming, gentle vibrations radiating through each of his areola that made a beeline to the pit of his stomach and paired perfectly with the pleasure of his core being massaged. “May I cum, mistress?” He whines.

A thousand butterflies taking flight at once fills the cavity of Kiana’s chest from the sound that left his mouth. He’d never said her name in such an enraptured tone before, but it was the most beautiful thing she’d ever heard. In response, her heat clenches around the pleasure device deep inside her, spasming incessantly and covering it with an abundance of slick that leaks over the bottom of the harness and drips slowly onto the bed.

“Hold on just a little more, my love.” She spoke erotically, angling her hips down and thrusting slowly. “I wish to know the extent of your control.” A muffled moan spreads through the room when Gyomei throws his head back, mouth agape while trying to keep together the small fragments of his coherence. Another, shaken, ‘Yes… Mistress…’ leaves the booming cavity of his chest, coercing Kiana to smirk with delight.

She decides that making the over-sensitive man wait much longer was a crime and that she would absolutely love to see him make a mess of himself. Kiana pushes her hips until they connect with his holding herself there as she reaches for the medium sized vibrator that connected to his nipple clamps. Once it was in her grasp, the bronze-skinned woman gives Gyomei’s prostate some slack before shifting the dildo to press upward onto his g-spot.

“Hahh!~ Agh!~ M-mmm…Mistr-” Euphoria suffuses the body so powerfully that the Stone Hashira chokes on each syllable and every vowel. That wasn’t the end of his torment, though. Kiana takes the rounded vibrator, placing it on the base of his testicles, turning the vibration level up to four. “AH~ Kiana!~”  Gyomei whimpers as the muscles in his legs, abdominals and arms flex while his balls tighten. 

“Wait.” She announces sternly through his unrestrained sounds of pleasure, keeping her eyes on his tip as fluid pushes itself to the surface through his clenching. Using slick from her opening, Kiana uses her free hand to massage Gyomei’s length, twisting her wrist in gentle circles and moving her hips forward. “Cum for me.”

Something inside him snaps. Maybe it was that final, hair-thin thread of pleasure, or maybe it was the expanse of Gyomei’s psyche as his distinguished poise crumbles like wood into ash. Either way, an explosive moan erupts from his chest and thick, hot ropes of cum spurt out onto his abdominals as he groans in relief. It spills like lava, traveling down his length and pooling onto his pelvis. His chest heaves uncontrollably as he tries to catch his breath from the sheer power of his own orgasm. 

Kiana watches his body tense up and trills from the sight of his pleasure, giggling as she removes herself from his entrance and leans down to clean him with her mouth and tongue. She swallows every ounce of his seed before pushing her lips over his sensitive tip and bobbing her head for another five minutes before he erupts again. Ever the guzzler she was, making sure not to leave a mess behind, even going as far as to lick her lips. “I see you've been eating an abundance of pineapples.” She chuckles.

“Mmmn…” He rasps, remaining silent for a few moments  to enjoy his respite. Kiana makes her way off of the bed and maneuvers the harness from her lower half. As the slick-covered dildo slips out of her canal, she moans softly then sanitizes and puts all of the pieces in their corresponding place. Gyomei, having finally caught his breath, snaps his bindings with ease and unravels it from around his forearms before tossing them into the nearby trash bin.

Kiana walks around her apartment, ass-out, looking for her bottoms that she’d flung somewhere or another. “Where on Earth are my goddamn pants?” She mumbles, looking left and right with both hands on her hips. As she looked around, Gyomei had moved in front of her closet, arms folded and eyes closed with a smirk on his face.

“I hid them in a place only I could reach when you went to change into your harness. You should really tie up your victims before leaving them alone around your things.” He chuckles, lifting his eyes slowly. “I feel like… You lied. You said you’d never done that before.” He tones a bit sternly, with a playful lilt. Kiana purses her lips, blinking at him while holding her hands up as if to say ‘dunno.’ “I never lied. I said I’d never done that with you before. So…” Before she could even finish her sentence, Gyomei snatches her up and throws her over his shoulder. His large palm comes up, almost tearing through the wind before making contact on Kiana’s ass with a resounding slap. The smaller woman yelps, feeling the bridge of her face heat up as she covers her mouth. “Gyomei! What are you doing? We have to go~”

He moves her back to the bed, gaining consent to tie her hands above her head. He kisses her from the curve of her neck, to the mound of her mons pubis before spreading her legs and holding them in place. As his head lowers, Gyomei speaks in soothing decibels, setting in place the rules of their night.  “It’s ‘Sir’ to you. Only yes or no…” He whispers, kissing her inner thigh. “Have Siri text the others and tell them you’ll be late. I wish to test the extent of your control.”

[uchu-no-bashira]

Murmurs of Obedience - Gyomei x Fem!Reader

Authors Note: This is something that I wrote a while back. Just reposting because I've always been a Gyomei stan and you guys are kinda inspiring me to write for him again lmfao. Hope you guys enjoy, if not, oh well lmfao.

TW: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, Anal Beads, Explicit Sexual Content, Vaginal sex, Breeding, Dominance, Power play, Bodily Fluids, Size Kink, Restraints, Teasing, Black Reader Because I said so. Word Count📃: 1127

The sound of pleasure permeates the room, the murmurs of obedience cascading from your lips unabashedly as you’re fucked into your mattress. All that’s allowed now is incoherence as Gyomei drives deep into your greedy pussy, it sucks him in and covers him in slick, a feeble attempt to take him in his entirety, so needy, so full.

Saliva pools in your mouth, dribbling down the side of your cheek the harder his hips thrust. Wet slaps reverberate the room as your essence thickens into a viscous white ring and the hums of his delight augment with the tantalizing sensation of pressure around your waist.

The frigid feeling of plush caresses your skin as you lay face down, ass up, both your hands pinned to your lower back by a much larger one as your body is drawn into his pelvis. He’s a mess in more ways than one, relishing in the sound of your wanton moans and pleasured cries. A grunt escaping him, filling your ears as the squeeze of your slick walls cradles his thick cock.

“There’s my good girl.” He tones lustfully, his head falling back as he admires the feeling of the mess you’ve made on him. His thumb trails along your precious ring, he smiles at its fullness as he pushes the silicone, beaded object deeper inside you. As you whimper, his hand pulls back and strikes your thigh with an exultant slap. “Mhmm~” He hums knowingly, picking up his pace to hear the needy tone of your voice and the squelch of your perfect pussy in his ears. He wants you undone completely, wants to feel all that you have to offer and he won’t stop until you’ve unraveled at the seams before him.

He figures it won’t be long now, the tremor of absolute pleasure in your voice says it all, and your eyes disappear into the back of your skull when you feel yourself on the edge of orgasm. Nothing is left of your mind except for the ability to generate profane language, and he listens for his favorite sound that you make; a guttural moan that lets him know he’s right where he needs to be.

As soon as he hears you he grins like a Cheshire Cat. He’s found it; that spot you love so fucking much. The spot that makes your knees weak as you beg for more than you can handle. He loves the feel of your body trembling on the tips of his fingers, it’s so tantalizing, so unforgettable. His teeth find his bottom lip and his brows knit together when he feels a gush of fluid cover his pelvis l, his chest vibrating as he praises you over and over again. “Such a messy, messy girl… I love when you keep it open just like that.” He whispers sternly while pressing into your sweet spot, untying the knot of your orgasm while he works his hips sloppily into your creamy pussy.

Your breath hitches as bliss traverses your body, your skin warm like the sun as your climax lingers right on the edge. The sound only lasts a moment, but Gyomei certainly doesn’t miss it. He pushes himself deep, bullying his thick cock through your suffocating pussy to rest his tip at your cervix, a smug smile on his face as he leans down to show you a remote control. He offers no words as his thumb traces the ‘plus’ sign, then he waits until there’s a soft silence, save for your whimpering, before a small ‘click’ is heard by both of you.

Sporadic pulsating vibrations cause your body to writhe in ecstasy. The sound of your pleasured screams fill the air as you wriggle and pull your back into a deep arch, clenching your teeth and panting heavily as your voice quivers. Gyomei hums in delight at the feeling of your insides vibrating, losing himself in the constant opening and clenching of your pussy as you reach your orgasm. You could hear him behind you beginning to moan loudly as your body rocks back and forth into him rhythmically.

“Ah!~ Agh fuck~ Too m-much!~”

“Don’t give out on me now.” He husks, his breath full of desire as he traces his top lip with his tongue, burying himself deep into your tightening walls.

“s’good~ m’gona~...”

“I can’t hear you my love, speak up.” He teases while pulling out and pushing himself to the hilt, his cock rubbing heavy against your sweet spot.

“Fuck! I’m gonna cum! It feels so good! Ahh!~” The over-stimulation was too much and you couldn’t stop your body from jerking. The involuntary trembling of your knees and gasping of breaths had Gyomei enthralled as he listened to the submission to your orgasm, relishing the way that you squirm under him. A deep growl fills the room as he fills your pussy to the brim with his cum, pulling out and using his cock to gather the spatter that oozed out just to push it back into you. His over sensitivity causes him to paint your walls again with his seed, his massive cock pressed fully against your cervix, lifting your hips to keep his load inside as he holds his sweltering palm against your back, keeping you in place as you moan his praise into your pillow.

After a moment, his lips trail up the middle of your back, then rested at the base of your ear. “Good girl.” He coos softly, sticking his thick finger into the loop of the toy buried deep in your second hole before tugging on it slowly. Your insides are rubbed as they pop out gently, one by one.

17 inches and 6 spiked, ribbed and sleek anal beads later, you found yourself sprawled out on the bed, a fucked out expression in your face and shaking before feeling the space around your waist tighten. Open mouthed kisses caress your cheek and neck, an attentive lover as always and aftercare was his specialty. He had no problem babying you for comfort, or running you a hot shower. After cleaning your body and his own, he runs a bath just for you, just so you can come down from your high.

After a quick change of sheets, Gyomei helps you out, carrying you back to bed. The feeling of sleep coast along your eyelids after your rush of dopamine, endorphins and oxytocin wear off. Two thick arms around your waist seals a deal with the sandman. The last thing you hear and feel before drifting off into sleep, is the sound of your husband’s low and honeyed voice.

“I love you so much, my love. I’ll take care of you in the morning as well… Just in case your body is sore."

[uchu-no-bashira]

PLEASE, let me nerd out with my OG Gyomei moots.

Mod here! Long read/rant about he big guy under the cut. Tagging @himejima-san @otomesass @the-axe-and-flail IDK ANY OTHER OG GYOMEI PEOPLE, SORRY-

You know what I love about Gyomei? And bear with me, because I'm not the best writer and it's so hard for me to be normal about this man and talk about him without stimming profusely - ANYWAY.

As a person who read the manga front to back and read about the descriptions of Gyomei's breathing style, movements and fighting style on the wiki, it is so exciting to see him animated, and it confirms all f the head-canon's I had about him fighting!

Sorry if I get a little nerdy or whatever, but I absolutely love, that I was right about one thing. ONCE HE STARTS, HE CANNOT STOP. Also, his weapon is NOT JUST DEADLY TO DEMONS! He is also a danger to HIMSELF! I mean, obviously, but just think about that! It's so cool! He has to simultaneously listen to the reverberations of his chain, get a mental image of his target and attack with INSANE accuracy, All while dodging his own axe and flail.

If you go frame by frame - yes, I did because I'm a nerd and have been waiting for this moment for like 2 years or whenever the Hashira meeting episode was first aired - you can see Gyomei using the chain as a BATTLING ROPE!! THAT IS SO COOOOOLL!! (calm down mod. deep breath) THIS MEANS, that he has to maintain a constant flow of momentum. And let's face it, he has the lower and upper body strength to do it! WHICH ALSO EXPLAINS WHY HE'S SO BIG!

I wondered, from the moment I read about his flash back or any of the little tidbits about him, why he wend from being thin to being extremely Jacked. One, it's because he believes a robust lower half is essential to maintaining stability, power etcetera - and he's right, because you're (supposed) to lift any and everything with your legs.

And, if you keep watching, he uses his chain, axe and flail as Nunchaku! Meaning the more momentum he has, the deadlier the attack. AND, you'll se him do a jumping side spin, which means he is JUMPING OVER AND DUCKING EITHER CHAN THAT HE IS USING. One, to not get hurt, Two, SO THEY DON'T GET TANGLED! Because you'll see him use his neck as well.

I IMPLORE ALL OF MY OG GYOMEI STANS - if you haven't already - TO GO BACK AND WATCH THAT SCENE FRAME BY FRAME. Because it is truly amazing and I just... Ahh~ I love him and his strength and resolve! And he did it so fluently! When we saw Tengen do some of the same (no shade because Tengen is fucking amazing too) He was screaming to the top of his lungs against Gyutaro.

Gyomei just did it, like he 'bout that life. UGHSRLGL;S I cannot. There are so many other things I'm missing, but that was the one that made me do the flappy hands, internal scream combo.