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etherealepiphany · 5 months

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‎✧ lovesick!chifuyu x hyperfem!bimbo reader : A jealous, pining Chifuyu finally gets the courage to approach you after watching you fraternize with Mitsuya ♡

black fem reader, chubby bimbo reader, reader is a fashion girlie! not really mentioned but chifu studies literature, semi-public sex (I think), kinda whiny reader, kind of a shift at the end. lovesick!chifuyu, reader is a maneater not a mean girl! (jk) Mitsuya & Takemichi make an appearance! There’s like one b*ji spoiler, standing doggy, slight choking, pussy eating, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), excuse any mistakes, MDNI

author’s note: for my bby @prtttycocobuttvr 🫶🏾chile this has been in the drafts for idk how long 🥲 extra long for literally no reason, the bulk of it isn’t even the smut…the ending is so abrupt 😭 but I really needed this out my drafts

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Every now and then Chifuyu thinks back to the day the two of you met.

He fucking hated you at first, he’s ashamed to admit. Was it really hate though? Could’ve been annoyance, jealousy maybe? A lil bit of both is what he’ll chalk it up to. It was love at first sight for him, meanwhile you never gave a second glance in his direction.

He started seeing you more as the weeks passed, the two of you had no classes together, but he still saw you around far too often. You smelled just like marshmallows or vanilla, something sweet that demanded his attention every single fucking time you strutted past him.

It became a routine—class, cafe and lastly the library where he’d find you doing anything but reading.

Once a quiet safe haven for him to relax with a good book, now overtaken by the clicks and clacks of you touching up your makeup, or the rustle of a potato chip bag while you sit there with your pink Hello Kitty headphones watching some Netflix drama, even the constant sucking and the jumbling of ice as you slurp down every drop of your boba coffee while waiting for your newest minion to finish your homework.

That day was supposed to be no different. You and one of your minions were heading to that same table, around the same time you always arrived. You looked so damn good too. You always did.

He was obsessed with your new hair color, black girl blonde is what he learned it’s called. Ash blonde with dark chocolate roots and it’s just so damn pretty he’s losing his fucking mind. Your face is fresh and bare, no makeup aside from a dark blackish-brown lip liner and gloss. Lashes full and fluffy, you must’ve gotten them filled over the weekend.

His eyes are trailing your every move, waiting for the glimpse of your backside that never came.

“Hiiiii Mitsu & friends!” You leaned down to drape yourself over the lavender’s shoulders. Chifuyu tries to keep his cool, brows furrowed and eyes almost as wide as saucers as he watched this strange display.

And friends? How fucking pathetic is that. Granted, he didn’t know your name either, often referring to you as “that pretty girl” when he spoke about you to Baji’s grave but fuck, that made him feel like shit.

It’s the first time he’s heard that cute voice of yours and it’s when you’re greeting Takashi fucking Mitsuya?? You guys seem well acquainted and it burns Chifuyu up inside, when the fuck did you two get all buddy-buddy? And what the fuck did Mitsuya have that he didn’t?

He wonders who initiated the first contact, wouldn’t be surprised if it was Mitsuya, he’d always had the confidence a loser like him lacked. He was also very good with women, unlike Chifuyu. Then again, you seem very bubbly and outgoing so it very well could’ve been you who approached him.

“Here are those fabric swatches I was telling you about. If you decide to use any just let me know! I have tons of rolls and I can bring you some yards.” You hand him a couple of squares of fabric. At least ten 4x4 squares that you took the time to cut and string on a little o-ring like paint swatches. So cute.

“Thank you, y/n!” He smiles. “I’ll surely let you know.”

Just like that, you’re heading over to your table, minion hot on your heels.

It’s a quick exchange, and it should’ve been harmless, but boy does it boil his blood. God, did you speak to everyone but him?!

“Y/N,” Damn, he learned your name, heard your voice and watched you diss him all in one sitting. It was insane. “You know her?”

“Yeah, we’ve only spoken a few times but she’s super friendly. She’s an exchange student from the states, a fashion major too, we have classes together.” Mitsuya spoke as he sketched out a few designs for a project.

“This would make a nice jacket.” He shows Takemichi the blush pink corduroy square for him to feel. “Maybe pants too if she has enough. It’d look nice on Koko, he’s my model.” “It would! It’s nice and soft, like velvet! Koko’s super pretty too, it’ll look great.”

He steals glances at you every now and then.

“Just talk to her dude, she’s literally so sweet.”

He doesn’t raise his head, still sketching away, but it’s clear who his words are directed to. Mitsuya has known him for quite some time, of course he knew how to read his pragmatic friend.

“Yeah! Unless you’re scared.”

He cuts his eyes at the crybaby blonde. Of course he wasn’t scared, just a bit apprehensive is all.

He looks your way one last time.

Your back is to him and you have your MacBook open in front of you watching a recap of celebrity metgala looks. You’re enamored by your fashion content, even taking notes in your cute notebook with your adorable pom-pom pen. You’re too oblivious—too much of an airhead in your own dumb little world to notice that simp eye fucking you.

Dude’s practically drooling while staring at your tits. It’s disgusting, enraging even. It boiled his blood, so much that he’s scooting his chair back to approach the both of you. Takemichi and Mitsuya watched him with careful eyes, since he didn’t say a word before he made his move. Fuck it, his pride was already shot and he didn’t have shit else to lose.

You didn’t even notice him at first, both airpods in, now staring into your hello kitty shaped compact mirror while reapplying that sticky beauty supply lipgloss all over your plump pout.

Before he could even stop himself he’s snatching up your homework sheet, scanning his eyes over this chump’s work. Wrong. Wrong. Most were either fucking wrong or incomplete! Complete bullshit and he was gonna let you turn that in?!?

“Get the fuck outta here.” He’s speaks so calmly, it’s all the more sinister.

The four-eyed geek is snatching up his bag and calculator so damn fast you’d think Chifuyu had a gun to his head.

It pissed him off so bad! But why did it piss him off so bad?

Probably because you’ve approached everyone but him as if he’s not one of the smartest people on this fucking campus. Probably fucked them all too, so why were you being so damn stingy with him? And why the hell was he so worried about it?

Chifuyu motions to sit down next to you, thighs spread with his hands clasped between them. He run’s his sweaty palms along his pants every now and then, trying to build the courage to speak to you.

You give your lips one last smack, capping your lipgloss and shutting your compact. “Hey, you’re Mitsu’s friend! Do you know where…nevermind. I don’t even remember his name.”

“He said he had something to do, I don’t know. Doesn’t matter.”

“Oh okay. What’s up?” You finally give him your undivided attention, dropping your stuff into your little designer baguette bag, turning in your chair until you’re facing him. You’re almost instantly entranced by those striking eyes, iris’ the color of sea glass. The dark locks of his undercut styled messy and wild. He’s cute. Real cute.

“I like you.” Chifuyu has never been one to beat around the bush, even though his heart was nearly beating out of his chest right about now.

“You don’t know me to like me, so if you wanna fuck me, just say that.”

You say it like it’s nothing. Must be used to it by now, constant fetishizing instead of genuine attraction. But the way he’d been pining over you was much deeper than someone who just wanted a quick fuck. You plagued his mind—his thoughts, all you.

He runs his tongue over his lips, not in a creepy way, but because he’s nervous and they’re dry. Either way you still notice it, it’s kinda hot honestly.

“I do. I mean I would, but I don’t want to-I don’t have to,” He’s stumbling all over his words and it’s fucking embarrassing. Word vomit, is what Mitsuya calls it, it starts and there’s no telling when it stops.

“Regardless, I wanna know you–I think you’re so pretty, I like your style, the way you dress and stuff. And I’ll do your homework, if you want. Or I can actually show you how to do it, cus’ if you turn this garbage in you’re sure to fail.” Chifuyu tosses out. He barely wanted to do his own, so why the fuck was he offering to do yours? Was he that desperate for your attention?

You’re twirling your hair around your finger, head tilted. You’d never had one of them offer to teach you, just always offering to do it just to be in your space.

“Hmmm..so you wanna be my tutor. I guess, but what’s in it for me?”

The blackette could feel his eye start to twitch, there’s no way you were serious. “I’m doing your homework and tutoring you for free, what the fuck else do you want from me?” He scoffs.

Greedy bitch.

“Boy please, I can have any of these other guys doing my homework. You obviously want something from me and I just wanna know what you’ll offer me in return.”

“I don’t want anything from you, I’just want you.”

You stare at him and he stares back, that adorable face of his morphed into a slight pout. He holds eye contact the entire time, it’s almost intimidating, but his aura is so light and genuine.

He’s a strange boy, you’ve concluded, but it’s intriguing.

“Why?”

“I don’t fuckin know,” He truly doesn’t know, you’re just a dumb girl he happened to see at school. Not the first and definitely not the last, but you’ve been on his mind since he first laid eyes on you. “But I like you, a lot. I’ll do whatever you want.”

He was infatuated and he didn’t know why.

You divert your eyes, tapping your puffball of your pen against the wooden table. “What if I want you to fuck me?”

There’s a pause, you look at him and he looks at you before he sucks his teeth. “You’re joking.” Even still, he feels the blood rushing from his cheeks to his cock.

“You said whatever I want.” He needs to make sure he heard that correctly. Was it a test? A prank? Because you’re obviously just fucking with him. “But if it’s too forward, we can just study I guess.”

He’s silent and so are you but the way he’s boring into your soul makes you wish you never brought it up at all. “You serious?”

You nod, batting your fluffy mink lashes at him and as lame as it sounds, that’s all it took.

Next thing he knew, Chifuyu was eating his crush’s pussy in one of the private study rooms. He’s almost embarrassed at how quickly he fell to his knees, eager to slurp on your pretty, plump cunt.

The library is old. One of the oldest buildings on campus, hasn’t been renovated since it was built. A private study room was the perfect place—just a windowless, concrete box where no one could see or hear you leaned on your back with your feet in the air while he sucked on your pussy.

Your clit is juicy and suckable, the pink nub catches his attention the minute he slid your panties down and spread your thighs open.

He’s used to keeping his face stuffed in a book back here, now he’d much rather have his face stuffed between your thighs every second of the day.

You’re a sight to see right now, tits spilling out from under your top, panties looped around one of your ankles and your skirt is flipped up and out of the way, away from the mess he’s making between your thighs.

He’s so messy with it, spitting on it and slurping it back up, licking stripes up your sweet pussy until your clit is peeking out of its hood.

“So good.” He breathes out, spreading you wider. From your hole, all the way up and back down again, his tongue leaves no part of your cunt untouched. He’s dragging up one last time before sucking your cute little clit between his lips, running his hands up and down your plush thighs and belly.

After a while you lean up and your shaky hands manage to pry those supple pink lips away from your clit, his lips leaving your pussy with a loud, wet ‘pop’. “Waittt, I never got your name.” You whined.

As if names, or lack there of, had ever stopped you. But you desperately wanted to know his and you wanted to scream it when you came—which would be very soon if he kept sucking on your clit like that.

He’s gazing up at you with those dazzling seafoam green eyes, silvery strands of your slick still connected to his lips when he pulls away from your pussy.

“Chif-fuck...” He’s huffing and puffing trying to catch his breath, resting his head on your thigh for a moment. Your hand is running through his hair, back and forth petting motions until his breathing slowed. “Chifuyu. Matsuno..Chifuyu.”

He rarely gave his full name, at least not to people he held no respect for. But you were different, he just knew you were. He’d never been this intrigued by another person since middle school when he met the infamous Baji.

“Chi-fu-yu. Chif-uyu.”

You test it on your tongue, wanting to get every syllable right. It makes him fucking melt, the sound of his name flowing from your glossy lips is so pretty. Fuck, he needed to hear you moaning, screaming and babbling it like a little slut. His little slut.

He wastes no time pressing his lips back to your pussy, licking thick stripes up and down, fat tongue relentlessly teasing your entrance and dragging back up to your clit.

“F-fuck how are you so good at this..” It catches you off guard. His head is sloppy and nasty, but not too wet with just enough teasing to drive you insane. It’s almost as if he’d been acquainted with your pussy before this, but you know there’s no way.

You barely notice how your body subconsciously rocks against him, rubbing your pussy up and down his face, your clit bumping his little button nose every single time.

Your question falls on deaf ears.

The once bright-eyed boy is now staring at you, his eyes alarmingly low and glossed over as he loses himself.

He’s too far gone now, lost in absolute bliss between your thighs—the taste of your gooey, sticky cunt, your moans, the feel of your thighs trembling. Pussydrunk wasn’t even the word.

He lets you use him. Lets his tongue hang slack against his chin for you to grind your puffy clit against it. His face is wet and sticky and he’s covered up to his cheeks in your slick. He can barely breathe, you’re rocking far too fast for him to get a breath in, but even still Chifuyu would eat your pussy until he was blue in the face if it meant pleasing you.

Every inhale is laced with your scent and it’s like an aphrodisiac. Everything about this was so perfect. He can feel the shivers running up and down your body—you’re close, he knows it and that’s when he gets relentless.

“G-nna cum for you baby..can I cum?”

Christ, the way his dick jumped should’ve been a sin. Chifuyu hums against your clit, groans his approval so his lips don’t have to abandon your perfect pussy again. You can feel every single lick & suck and even the puffs of air he breathes out of his nose as he slurps on your cunt, teasing your sensitive clit with the tip of his tongue.

“Oh fuck, I’m cumming Chifuyu. Mmm, I’m cumming. Chifu-”

Your climax hits you like a punch to the gut, knocks the wind out of you and has you doubling over with your hands tangled in his dark locks, your trembling thighs squeezing against his neck.

Your moans and pants are so sexy, he loves you like this. You don’t even realize you’re running from him until he grips your hips tighter, pulling you forward and holding you taut.

He’s desperate to drink up all you’ll give him, thick tongue gliding over your hole before he’s shoving it inside. Not a drop of your lovely essence goes to waste as you let him get his fill.

The chime of the desk phone startles you and forces him to part from your cunt. He looks at you and you look at him, you make no move to get it forcing him to.

“Chifuyu!” The librarian calls, he frequents this place so often that the two of them have gotten quite familiar. “Sorry to bother you and your girlfriend, but the library closes soon-“ She’s checking her watch. “In about ten minutes hun.”

“Ah, okay! Thank you Miss and she’s not-” When he catches the dial tone he places the phone back on the receiver.

“She says we have ten minutes until the library closes.”

Before he can even finish, you’re already on your knees shoving his joggers and underwear down in one swift move. His dick is gorgeous—thick with a pretty pink tip. You’re not sure about the size, seven maybe seven and a half inches. Either way, it fills your mouth perfectly, big and heavy on your tongue as you lick the precum dripping from the tip.

The minute he feels your mouth on him he nearly loses all control, knees threatening to give. Chifuyu grips your jaw, popping his cock out of your mouth with an audible ‘pop.’

He notices a dip in between your brows. A frown?

A pouty frown on your pretty face accompanied by a roll of your eyes. So cute.

“Chifuuu,” You whining his name is tearing him apart inside, staring up at him with those doe eyes. “We only have 10 minutes. I wanna make you cum.”

He’s pulling you back up, spinning you until your ass is pressed against his crotch.

“I know pretty…I’m gonna fuck you.” His voice is breathy, desperate. “That okay?”

It’s soft but he hears it. The soft ‘yeah’ tumbling from your lips, the small gasps of anticipation as you raise up on your tip toes to meet his height. He’s sliding his length through the junction of your thighs, coating himself in your slick.

It’s so good, this little crevice between your thighs and cunt feels like heaven. Like the warmest hug embracing him with every push and pull of his hips.

He has to force himself to pull away. He wouldn’t be able to face you again if he came from fucking your thighs.

Blunt fingertips melt into the plush flesh of your ass, spreading your cheeks to watch as he slides past the tight ring of your entrance, a loud squelch greeting him when he bottoms out.

You’re the epitome of enticing, a pretty bitch with a perfect pussy, and honestly he feels undeserving. He feels his infatuation for you growing deeper, except this is something he wants, no, needs forever.

He’s so gentle, stroking slow and stretching you out just right cus it’s a tight fit.

Despite the wetness dripping down your thighs, you feel every single inch of him. The burn of the stretch, the slight ache as he kisses your cervix with every clumsy thrust. Your pussy feels so good around him, like it was made for him. Made to take his dick.

“I didn’t—I didn’t think you’d be so b-big.”

Snaking his hands around your neck, he’s pulling you up so your back meets his chest, rolling his hips so the thick head of his dick mushes against the gummy walls of your g-spot. Your legs are trembling but he holds you up. Heavy breaths against your ear as his chin rests on your shoulder.

“Mmm, yeah? You don’t think much of me at all, do you? Think you’re too good for me?”

“Noooo! I don’t think that.” He’s not letting up, stroke after stroke, until you’re creaming all over him, and even then, he still doesn’t stop. “W-would never… think that.”

The thick white fluids settling at the base of his cock, the slick gush of your pussy every time he fucked into you. It was driving you mad.

“I don’t exist in your world,” Thrust after thrust. “But you consume mine, I want you so bad.”

Your brain is fuzzy, just barely able to make out what he’s saying. “I-ah want you tooo…y’know just h-how to handle me baby.”

“Yeah,” He breathes out. “Of course I do.”

You’re not sure if it’s the sureness in his voice or the sweet kiss he presses against the bare skin behind your ear that sends you over the edge but your climax hits you like a train carrying the sweetest bliss. You don’t utter a word, just deep breaths and pants, a quiet belt of his name towards the end as you melt into him with every buck of his hips. He feels it—the spasms, the trembling, the cozy warmth you coat him in, an impromptu reminder that he’s unprotected inside of you. Still, he fucks you through it, just until he’s close enough-

“F-f-fuuuck.” The groan rips through his throat as he reaches his end, the grip on your neck loosens as he pushes you down and spills his seed all over the cheeks of your ass.

He’s so unprepared it’s a shame, forced to use the inside of his turtleneck to clean the mess he made, even going as far as to place you up on the table and wipe between your thighs.

“Oh you didn’t have to- I have wipes..”

“No big deal, didn’t wanna dirty your skirt. You made this, right?” He rubs the hem of the frayed pink denim, recall’s seeing a square of this same fabric on the ring you gave Mitsuya.

“I-I did. How did you know?”

“I remember seeing you sketching it out. Glad it turned out nice enough for you to wear. It’s cute..” He trails off when you avert your gaze.

“Thank you. I’m glad too…” You trail off and you avert your gaze.

“Don’t go acting shy on me, y/n.” It’s the first time you’ve seen it, something akin to a smile on his cute little face, his eyes are as bright as stars as he stares down at you. It’s odd, almost as if the roles had changed.

“I’m not!” You whine. “It’s just strange, you’re strange Chifuyu.”

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etherealepiphany · 9 months

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⭐Vitamin Cheat Sheet⭐

Vitamin A: Vision, immune system, skin health.

Vitamin B1 (Thiamine): Energy metabolism, nerve function.

Vitamin B2 (Riboflavin): Energy production, skin health.

Vitamin B3 (Niacin): Cellular energy production, skin health.

Vitamin B5 (Pantothenic Acid): Metabolism, hormone production.

Vitamin B6: Brain function, mood regulation.

Vitamin B7 (Biotin): Healthy hair, skin, and nails.

Vitamin B9 (Folate): Cell division, DNA synthesis.

Vitamin B12: Nervous system, red blood cells.

Vitamin C: Immune system, collagen synthesis.

Vitamin D: Bone health, immune function.

Vitamin E: Antioxidant, skin health.

Vitamin K: Blood clotting, bone health.

Calcium: Bone and teeth health, muscle function.

Iron: Oxygen transport, energy production.

Magnesium: Nerve function, muscle relaxation.

Zinc: Immune system, wound healing.

Potassium: Fluid balance, nerve function.

Iodine: Thyroid function, metabolism.

Selenium: Antioxidant, thyroid health.

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etherealepiphany · 10 months

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DETECTIVE CONAN/CASE CLOSED CHAPTER 1-208 DEATH COUNT (and other fun facts!)

A continuation of this post.

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etherealepiphany · 10 months

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I was bored so I tried a little something. If you guys like this format, let me know, maybe I'll do it more often 😊

Random bf texts

Furuya/Morofushi/Gin/Matsuda/Akai x fem!reader

Navi.

Note: Ignore the fact that I forgot to crop the pics 😭

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etherealepiphany · 11 months

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etherealepiphany · 11 months

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Sae, Kaiser, Noa, Yukimiya, Kunigami, Barou, Reo, Shidou

who brushes his teeth so thoroughly after having even a drop of alcohol just so he can kiss you. He loves and respects you so much that even the thought of doing anything that would displease you or cross a boundary makes him feel cold and sick. He wants you to want him, and he wants to meet that yearning of yours with the attention it deserves. He wants you to feel so comfortable that you melt into his flurry of kisses without a single doubt about his conduct towards you. He knows how important this all is to you and he would never even consider any course of action that would make you doubt the extent of his passion for you

If he has to rent out a portion of a pretty cafe to insure that you get to enjoy it without having to worry about your veil, he would do it without question and you wouldn't even know. And he does that without expecting to see your hair or anything, in case he isn't yet your husband. He just wants you to enjoy your life and to nurture your sincerest, most joyful smiles.

He gets protective and looks out for you in a way that is just so natural for him. Someone want to talk to you about something but you're in your room? He advises them to either call or text to prioritize your comfort, so you don't feel like you have to scramble for a veil or to have your precious time to yourself interrupted. (if you wear a niqab) Oh you pulled down your niqab to eat but the second you did people with the grossest, most entitled gazes glued their eyes to you? He's scowling and giving them the most scornful look imaginable until they look away. Even if you don't realize when people are looking at you a certain way, he makes sure to shield you from them so you don't feel uncomfortable.

(Shindou specifically chases down bigots 😫 if you had a hijab accident in public he's holding up his jacket or scarf or whatever as a makeshift curtain all while looking away in favor of growling at anyone trying to take a peak. He'd air out a room for you fr)

He's spent so many nights just sat with his back pressed against your door or the wall beside it, speaking to you about anything and everything while you're in your room. He can't see your face, but he hopes you find this as romantic as he does, that your heart grows soft for him as his has been aching and yearning for yours since the beginning. The sound of your laughter reaches him through the wall and at some point he feels a soft thud as you lean against your side of the door. Just as your beauty and all that you are is boundless, all encompassing and unrestrained no matter what you do, this love for you is also all encompassing. He wants you to know that - that even with this screen between you, he feels his heart so close to you, that it's side by side with your light. He hopes you feel it too.

He does everything to subtly let you know that he's been learning about what's appropriate, about how to court you properly, and that he wants you for life. It has always been his intention to marry you and honor you in whatever way that honors you best.

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etherealepiphany · 1 year

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Angel of Good Fortune

Tanjiro Kamado x black!femreader

WC: 1K

A/n: no one look at me. I had to get it out. It was in my head and I needed it so bad 🥺. Sorry if he’s ooc or if some of this doesn’t make sense. I’m still learning the world. But yeah, i think in a world where everyone sees the difference in you as evil, he would see it is as beauty.

The stench of death has always been on your doorstep.

The stench of death has always wrapped you in a cloak of black, of cold brisk pins that prick your skin as you pull it tighter around you.

The stench of death, of blood and rot and decay, of maggoty flesh and decomposed skin dripping from bones has become your comfort. Like lying in a coffin beside your dead lover as you watch him day after day, expire with the burning sun.

You keep to yourself, attention is wasted on you, you have no reason to speak or converse with the people here. The scourge will take them, just as it took your mother and your baby sister. The plague will follow you and swallow all you love, just as it swallowed your lover and daughter. The villagers are all just stepping stones, flitting about from here to there before they die and rot into the earth.

They all do, humans. The lot of you are weak, fragile little creatures. Except you aren’t human are you?

In the forest is the only time you’re able to find solace. You slink through the thick stalks of bamboo, finding pockets of sunshine to stand in as the sun moves across the sky. It’s your favorite place to be, finding sunrays that pour into the forest and warm your soul, or at least that is what you tell yourself.

You crane your neck up toward the sky as the sun envelops you sweetly, it leaves sweet warm kisses on your ochre skin and you sigh to yourself as you absorb the affection from the star above you.

A cracking branch makes your heart leap out of your chest and in an instant you’re crouched in a defensive pose ready to pull your dagger and pierce it through your enemy’s heart. Instead you’re met with a man, who seems to blend in with the many bamboo stalks littered around you. The haori he wears is checkered in a pattern of green and black squares. He’s muscular, larger than you and carrying a very fancy katana on his hip.

Although he looks like a samurai, he stands staring at you as if he’s in a trance. His eyes are wide and his mouth is agape. If you look hard enough you could swear you saw sparkles in his eyes as he peered at you.

When he notices that you’ve noticed him, he shakes his head comically as if trying to end his stupor and then he bows in apology.

“Oh, I’m sorry to stare… I have just… never seen anyone like you before,” he explains in a voice that reminds you of warm deep wood found on the trunks of the trees deeper in the forest.

You should be used to this, used to the way people gawk at you for looking so different. You scoff at him and shrug a shoulder, lifting your lip in disgust as you answer.

“You’ve never seen a woman?” you ask with sarcasm and a sneer.

“I’ve never seen an angel….kissed by the sun. Forgive me for being rude and staring,” he replies with genuine remorse. Though he still doesn’t shake the pure amazement from seeing you.

“I'm no angel. You’re mistaken, possibly drunk. Go away,” you hiss, standing up straight when you’re sure he’s no threat to you.

The man lifts his nose in the air and sniffs lightly. You’re shocked when he doesn’t recoil, but he smiles warmly.

“I’m not drunk haha. I don’t like to partake when I’m hunting down demons. It could be distracting. However…”he looks as if he’s speaking to himself, working something out in his mind. He is very strange and you wish he would leave and let you be.

“Hunting demons? So have you come to kill me then?” You snarl in his direction, your hand is clenched around the hilt of a dagger tucked into your kimono.

He blinks in confusion, “No? Why would I slay you? You aren’t a demon.”

His comment is like a punch in the gut. It makes a gasp spill from your parted lips and you take a wary step back away from him.

“Don’t be afraid, I won’t hurt you,” the man says. He even takes his sword and drops it to the ground beside him. “In truth, I came because your scent was familiar. It smelled like the flowers that used to grow near my home on Mt. Kumotori. They were my sister’s favorite.”

The man smiles at you again, and takes one cautious step toward you. He walks slowly into the sunbeam you currently stand in. The sun feels so warm on your skin and as he steps closer to you, it feels as if it starts to burn. Your eyes are wide as you watch him and a warmth that starts in the apples of your cheeks spreads through your entire body. It’s warmth you’ve long since forgotten. A warmth you thought you’d never experience again.

“What are you…?” you ask absentmindedly. You’ve never allowed anyone to get this close to you. No one has ever wanted to be this close to you. You were different, an outcast, and because of that, despite not eating a single human, you were labeled a demon.

“If you don’t mind me asking, why did you think you were a demon?” The man asks you, tilting his head in curiosity.

You blink, you should tell him to mind his own business. You should tell him you are a demon, something to be feared and he should leave, now. Instead you lick your lips and whisper quietly

“You get called something enough times, soon you start to believe it,” you explain.

The man moves closer now and you’re aware of how tall he is. You have to look up into his dark red eyes and you notice the way they look like calming red embers in a sleeping fire.

“Well I think you’re the complete opposite. A woman, whose skin drinks in the sunlight and shines golden, one who brings light and life to the surrounding area, just like the sun. And who smells like the flowers of my home. You are a blessing, a tide of good fortune, at least that's what I’m choosing to believe our meeting is,” the man explains.

You bite your lip to hold back the tears. This man, though a stranger has dumped a feeling upon you, one you’ve not experienced since the early days of your youth. When your mother was alive and held you tight in her arms, when your lover, now wiped from the world forever, told you you were the most beautiful person he’d ever seen.

“What…what is your name?” you ask him in a wavering voice as you take a wary step toward him.

He reaches a large calloused hand out to you, a smile beaming on his face, so wide there are small creases by the sides of his eyes.

“I’m Tanjiro Kamado.”

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etherealepiphany · 1 year

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So cuteeee

yes i am healing my daddy issues with these future dad fics. get used to ittt

i can imagine kid being such a cute father. there was a difference in the way he treated you, his precious daughter kuina (you’d gotten the cute name fron zoro), and his crew. for years kid didn’t know how to handle kuina. whenever he was left alone with her, he constantly swore she was “karma coming back to haunt him for god knows whatever the hell he did in his past life.”

like seriously, poor baby never stopped crying around him. at first he assumed it was because she was attached to you via breastfeeding, but even then, were there were times you had to run errands on an island (to which kid let you go since he knew you needed a break the most postpartum), kuina would just not stop crying.

kid was beginning yo think maybe it was just him. was his metal arm too cold for her? he always tried to hold her with his flesh one, but still. was he too rough around her? he didn’t know how to be soft. it was his personality. did she not love him? was he not good enough for her? all this constantly pegged his brain.

as time passed by and it was soon coming for her to speak, she just wouldn’t. you knew it bothered kid a lot. kuina understood a lot; she was far from a dumb girl. but any time you or kid tried to get her to speak whether it was by holding up basic objects or even pointing them out, she’d just smile and giggle at you.

you noticed how bugged out kid was by it. the last thing he wanted to do was out labels on his own fuckin’ kid. he hated them more than anything. but he just couldn’t understand why she wouldn’t talk. she’d giggle at things you’d say or laugh when you laughed, but no verbal words hardly left her mouth but babbles. it drove kid crazy because she was freshly three years old and still never babbled mama or papa.

“hey, remember we’re on her timing, babe,” you’d remind him. “this is her world and we’re just livin’ in it. she’ll speak when she’s ready, i’m sure of it.”

but as time went on, kid started to notice one thing. from a young child, kuina would laugh any time he’d curse out someone from his crew. whether it be killer or even heat. at the sight of ang if the kid pirates in pain, she’d giggle at her red headed father. and everyone knew kid—he’d do anything to make his magenta haired princess smile.

so any time the two were together—it was signal to run. because any time they were seen together, they were not a force to be reckoned with. kid would be an extra pain in the ass just gor the smiles and giggles of kuina. and the crew knew not to say anything because they too enjoyed seeing the princess of victoria punk smile.

eventually, kuina’s first sentence were the usual curses stringing from her father’s mouth. “clean shit up!” she’d babble, pointing to the mess of beer cans everywhere. you’d actually have no words to say. and suddenly, she’d clap and turn to kid with a giggle, yelling, “more, daddy!”

kid would nearly drop whatever was in his hand and race to pick her up and throw her in the sky, catching her over and over again. “my girl said my name! she fuckin’ spoke! my smart fuckin’ girl!”

kuina giggled as all her uncles cheered around her in victory. “fuck!” she screamed out, causing you to roll her eyes.

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etherealepiphany · 1 year

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Screaming and crying 🧸🫶🏾 I love it smmmm

i’m not a very good angst writer ??? this was a random idea that popped up into my head one night but for the life of me couldn’t figure out what i wanted them to specifically fight iver for the longest (without making kid too much of a dick at least). so enjoy this practically unfinished work 🫶🏾

it was the hundredth morning that the kid pirates were woken up before their time. the sound of glass being thrown on the ship alerted everyone, but mostly killer, causing him to be the first one to wake.

“what the hell is all this noise?” the masked pirate grumbled, taking a full stop to your shared room with the captain.

“you’re not being fair!” your voice is muffled from the other side of the door. “you never choose me!”

“i always choose you!” the captain’s voice is loud as ever. killer could actually hear some offense cloud his tone as well. “i do all this shit for you!”

tears ran down your face as your hand shook against it. “but you d-dont! i’ve been with you—longer than anyone else here has. i’ve had your back through thick and thin. time and time again you choose the crew over me—your wife!”

kid’s voice is harsh as the next few words leave his red painted lips. “so you’re gonna make me choose?”

“i would never make you choose! these men are your family and i get that—they are just as much mine as they are yours—but you don’t understand kid that no one has had your back, not like i fucking did. that time where you fought with the entire crew over something you were clearly wrong about? i chose you. every single time whether you’re right or wrong—i fucking choose you, as any wife would! you never choose me!”

kid scoffed with a shake of his head, trying to dodge everything that just came out your mouth. “i always fucking choose you. you have no idea how much i choose you. i’d kill anyone over you. you know that.”

“that is not enough kid, why don’t you understand that?!” you scream. “you choose being a pirate over being a husband sometimes and i would never tell you to stop pursuing your dreams. i know you’ve wanted this since kids,” your voice cracks. “but you choose the sea over me every time i beg you not to do something and you still do it. i fight with you over and over and you just think that sex will be enough to get rid of this empty feeling inside.”

killer could hear your sobs from the other side of the door. he could tell whatever you two were fighting about was very important. from what he gathered though, he could see both sides of the story.

kid was a pirate captain; it was his dream to rule the sea.

understandable.

but he was also a husband first; committed to you, he’s been clearly neglecting you the past few months and it was only natural that you became restless and needy for your man.

also understandable.

there were times that killer did not agree with his captain and best friend often. he was brave enough to tell kid when he was flat out wrong about things, and that was often. but now he wasn’t sure who was in the right or wrong this time. not when kid had his mind set on completing a specific goal.

but, at the end of the day, captain’s orders were still captain’s orders. the kid pirates were obligated to follow their captain to death if the time asked for it. he could see both sides of the story limitlessly, but ethically, had to side with his captain no matter what. it wasn’t his business to intervene either.

you and kid continue going back and forth, but over time your comebacks slow down as you’re practically choking on your tears. at the sight of your reddened brown face, kid walked over to you and wrapped his large flesh hand around your neck, grabbing your attention.

“look at me,” his voice is low and demanding. but you didn’t want to look at him right now. you wanted to look at anything but him. your sniffles don’t stop him from repeating himself though as his grip on your neck grows a little stronger, tight enough not to hurt you of course, but just enough to where you got a little buzz in your head, just way he knew you liked it. “look at me.”

finally, your beautiful eyes slowly moved upward to look at him. they couldn’t help but glare (although it still came out as a pout), and kid visibly frowned when he saw just how upset you were over this. your sniffles get lower as you fight the urge to wipe away your tears, but kid beats you to it, swiping his red painted nail across your hot face.

“i will divide the seas for you, if need be,” kid told you, voice strong and calm. you could tell he was out of breath from how worked up he was getting a minute ago. “i’d fucking rip the flag off my own fleet and burn this ship with everyone in it over you,” more tears run from your eyes in response to his words. but kid continues to wipe them away for you. “everything i do as this ship’s captain is for you. i would fucking give up being a pirate if that’s what you wanted me to do. tell me. tell me what it is you want to me to do y/n because sailing these seas aren’t worth shit if you hate me and if it’s in another lifetime where you aren’t my wife. tell me what you want me to do. not as your captain but as your fucking husband. that what you want, right baby? tell me what you want.”

and that was when your lip quivered and your words cried out to the seas, “i want you to choose me!”

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