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Inosuke clinging to the ceiling like the sleep paralysis demon of my nightmares made me laugh so hard that my vision went blurry
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mayunagioia · 11 months
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I hate Sundays because I have to share and breathe the same air as my bloody grandpa.
Every. Single. Fucking. Time.
Knowing Demon Slayer third season is getting near the end makes me hate Sundays even more 😭😭😭
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livelaughlovesubs · 1 month
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So it wasn’t my imagination?
Dom!reader x sub!characters
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Sometimes the brain is just weird. Well, more than just sometimes. For example when your creativity just blossoms, causing you to daydream a lot. It might even get in the way of your daily life, and the only thing that can stop those impulses is the touch of your boyfriend. Let’s just blame it on them, that you were a bit more active. Even then you ended up feeling bad for your partner since you two have been doing it a lot recently, you worried about their body and health. In the end you tried to keep it down a little, though whenever they do anything at all ranging from working to just smiling at you, you can't help but want to bend them over and- Why are you like this?
They are just cleaning the kitchen counter, it's something weird. They’ve been doing that all the time, so why were you paying extra attention now?
They are just sitting on your lap, it's something innocent and sweet, no need to over sexualise everything. But the way he cuddled up to you, against your chest and all…
They were just coming out of the shower, of course they are going to be wet, stop being so dirty minded!
You'd keep telling yourself that, not knowing that in truth, they have been wanting to get bend all along. Eventually the day comes where they feel extra frustrated and just straight up starts to hump your leg as you both cuddle. Whimpering in your ears about how much they want you, how much they need you... their voice was layered with a high pitch, asking why you aren't ruining their insides already, as if it was totally normal. They'd be whispering the most humiliating and down right filthy stuff into your ears as they press their hard on against you. Rubbing themselves on you, grinning with that cheeky smirk you were so familiar with.
“I want you inside me so bad~”
“Stick it in already, please? I’m begging you..!”
“Mhh, please fuck me already, god I need it.”
Who are you to say no? Guess you are not the only one who has been needy lately. With that being said, you would of course act like you haven't been as desperate as them while you are forcing their face into the pillow. Degrading them and calling them a needy whore as your grip on the back of their head and make them yelp. Your pants weren't even down yet but they were already sticking their ass out, as if they were showcasing it to you. Shaking their hips and arching their back as they moan out from the pain of you pulling their hair~
Gojo, Dazai, Nikolai, Suguru, Kaeya, ayato, lyney, adventurine, Sunday (?), Douma, (anyone you think also fits)
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doumadono · 3 months
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think if reader had muzan's child and they're breastfeeding their baby & he see the child getting milk, would he be like 'hey. gimme some of that.' i imagine reader would be flustered but down for it aha
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SINFUL SUNDAY
Muzan found himself in an unexpected situation. Clad in his usual elegant attire, Muzan stood beside you, the mother of his child, as you cradled your newborn in your arms. The soft glow of the moonlight falling through a large window bathed the chamber.
Your infant, a delicate mix of human and demon heritage, nestled against your chest, eagerly latching onto your breast for sustenance.
Muzan observed with a calculating gaze, his crimson eyes narrowing as he fixated on the scene before him. "I want some of that too," Muzan's voice, smooth and tinged with arrogance, sliced through the silence. His eyes bore into yours, a twisted curiosity playing in their depths. There was a certain arrogance in his demeanor, as if he believed that even the act of breastfeeding held a power dynamic that he could exploit.
You arched an eyebrow, unimpressed by his audacity. "You're a demon king, Muzan-sama. I hardly think breast milk is on the menu for someone of your stature."
Muzan's lips curled into a sly smile, revealing sharp fangs. "Stature has nothing to do with cravings, my dear mortal. A feeble concoction of life's essence, bestowed upon the weak and vulnerable is making me curious." The demon king circled around you, his gaze never leaving the child at your breast.
With a sense of reluctant compliance, you nodded, a silent acknowledgment of the delicate dance required to navigate the temperamental whims of the father of your child. Gently cradling the infant in your arms, you approached a meticulously crafted wooden crib, adorned with the most opulent silk blanket money could buy. You carefully nestled the child within the confines of its plush sanctuary.
Upon your return to Muzan's presence, you once again nodded, a gesture that carried the weight of unspoken acquiescence. The Demon Lord, perched regally, regarded you with an air of entitlement as he gestured for you to take a seat beside him on an elegantly crafted couch. Complying, you lowered yourself gracefully onto the plush cushions, the atmosphere tinged with a subtle tension.
Without delay, Muzan's hands moved with a possessive confidence, cupping yours breast in a gesture that bespoke both control and desire. Muzan deftly slid the strap of your nightgown from your shoulder, revealing a portion of your chest. His gaze fixated on the rounded swell of your breast, brimming with nourishing milk. The baby's suckling had left the aureola of your breast darkened.
The demon bent down, taking the bud into his mouth. He began to suckle gently, ensuring the sharp edges of his fangs didn't cause any discomfort to you. As the milk flowed into his mouth, he hummed with satisfaction, savoring the runny sweetness that gradually evolved with each sip.
You found yourself in a bewildering situation, unsure of how to react as he drank your milk. Eventually, you tentatively rested a hand on his shoulder, seeking a semblance of stability.
He continued to suckle, delicately pressing against the breast with his chilly hand. His long, pointed nails lightly brushed against the tender flesh, making you yelp a little.
"Shhh," he whispered, taking the bud out of his mouth to look directly at you. "We don't want the baby to wake up."
Muzan swiftly removed your remaining sleeve of the nightgown, revealing your chest completely to his hungry, crimson eyes. He then shifted his focus to the other breast, wrapping his lips around the hardened nipple. He took his time, gently sucking while flicking his tongue against the hardened bud. The milk spilled into his mouth again, prompting a satisfied hum. The entire experience, he realized, had an unintended consequence — his pants felt uncomfortably tight in the crotch.
The experience had a profound effect on you as well. You moaned quietly in relief as he eased the tension in your breasts by gently drinking the accumulated milk. "Oh, my lord," you whispered, gently caressing his shoulder.
Muzan took your hand and directed it toward his groin, where a noticeable bulge had formed.
Without a second thought, you sensed the texture of his hardened penis through the fabric of his pants and began to delicately massage it whilst his tongue massaged the erected nipple.
As things intensified, Muzan pulled away, fixing a stern gaze on your flushed face. "Take off your clothes," he commanded, his tone firm and demanding. "I want to take you, right here and now. And who knows, perhaps you'll birth me another heir soon."
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trashyshrew · 3 months
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bbq-potato-chip · 11 months
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oh no
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luvvsoft · 4 months
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ᰔᩚ male character x reader, pretty short piece, rejection, heartbreak, insecuries, just all around angst?
wc: 142 words
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In the mornings, you wished he would stay. You wished he would finally choose you for once. You wished he would love you.
You wished he would hold you as if you were his world. But not everyone gets what they wish for, certainly not you.
It was clear he didn’t see you in that way, but you still tried. You gave it your all, maybe then, he’d fall for you. And you’d be able to catch him.
Maybe if you had tried harder, you wouldn’t be dealing with the festering feeling of resentment towards yourself. You wouldn’t have to nitpick every little thing about you. Maybe, you would have been happy, with him.
Maybe, you wouldn’t be crying cosmos out of your eyes.
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swingstep · 11 months
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[holding back tears] m muichiro stans stay winning..! ;;
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buboloboogie · 1 year
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HIHIHI HI TUMBLR I DIDNT FORGET ABOUT YOU I SWEAR  <--- liar anyway HAPPY SLAYER SUNDAY !!!!!!!! here’s some kny doodles I’ve done recently for your viewing pleasure, I really need to post on here more often fr ‘’:)
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octoooo · 27 days
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POV: You bothered them on their only day off
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Outfits based on:
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Them Last Night:
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Handsome bride & ugly ass groom <3
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tanjir0se · 1 year
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Ok. Vashwood Howls Moving Castle au fanart of the scene where Sophie kisses a crow’d up max inhuman Howl with blank eyes but it’s Angel!Vash covered in the glowing markings and shit and Wolfwood kissing him. Hello? Is anybody gonna get on that or am I gonna have to do it myself
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undeniablyares · 3 months
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More drafting today for the alpha (eventual) stepdadkaza fic. For now, they fight. I am once again writing about a man spitting into another man's mouth.
Tw for canon typical violence and spit. 💀
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doumadono · 2 months
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For sinful sunday if you still accept. Sanemi eating his gf's pussy and fucking her rough after a very exhausting day of training that made his rage and stress accumulate to the point he needs to unleash it
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SINFUL SUNDAY
Sanemi had spent the day training with all his might. His muscles ached from the grueling exercises, and his rage and stress accumulated, demanding release.
His thoughts turned to you, a strong and beautiful woman who shared the life with him. The mere thought of your soft skin and intoxicating scent sent a spark of desire coursing through him.
As the evening approached, he found himself standing outside the door to your chambers, heart pounding and hands trembling. He took a deep breath and pushed the door open.
You lay on the futon, your hair fanned out on the pillow. "Sanemi," you whispered, sitting up to greet him. "What are you doing h...."
"I need you," he said gruffly, his voice betraying his raw desire as he interrupted you.
Your eyes widened, but you didn't recoil.
Sanemi took a step closer, his gaze fixed on yours. He reached out and gently brushed a lock of hair away from your face, marveling at the softness of your skin.
You swallowed hard, and he could see the anticipation in your eyes. Aware that your dear boyfriend, in such a state, was beyond reasoning and driven by primal instincts, you chose to alleviate his tension instead.
Sanemi didn't waste any more time. He climbed on top of you, pinning you down beneath him with a fierce intensity that made your heart race. His lips crashed down on yours, and his tongue darted out, tasting your sweetness.
Breaking the kiss, Sanemi began to explore your body, running his hands over your curves and leaving a trail of fire in his wake.
You arched your back, desperate for more, and his hand found its way to your breast. He teased your nipple through the fabric of your silky nightgown, eliciting a gasp from your lips.
Sanemi's hand continued its downward journey, and he slipped his fingers beneath the hem of your nightgown. He found your soft folds, and he groaned with pleasure.
Without warning, Sanemi yanked your nightgown up your legs, exposing your naked body, and he buried his face between your thighs, his tongue delving into your folds with a passion that made you cry out. He lapped at you with a fierceness that set your body alight, and you bucked your hips, desperate for more. Sanemi's fingers joined the dance, pumping in and out of your slick pussy as his tongue teased your clit.
You could feel the orgasm building inside you, a wave of pleasure that threatened to consume you fully. With one final stroke of Sanemi's tongue, you shattered, your cries of pleasure echoing through the room.
But Sanemi wasn't done yet. He climbed back up your body, fumbled with his belt and zipper, his eyes burning with intensity. He finally pushed his hakama pants down his thighs, just under the curve of his firm ass, and positioned himself at your entrance, teasing you with the tip of his rock-hard cock.
You looked up at him, your eyes pleading, and he thrust inside you with a force that stole your breath away.
Sanemi began to fuck you with a roughness you never endured before, his hips pistoning in and out of you with a feverish pace.
You wrapped your legs around his waist, urging him on, and he let out a primal growl. "Oh! 'Nemi! More, more!" you begged.
Your bodies moved in perfect harmony, a dance of passion that sent waves of pleasure crashing through both of you.
Sanemi's cock slid in and out of your slick pussy, hitting that sweet spot that sent shudders of pleasure through your body. You could feel another orgasm building, this one even more intense than the last.
Sanemi could sense your impending climax, and he slammed into you harder, his hips moving with a frenzy that sent you over the edge.
You cried out in ecstasy, your pussy clenching around his cock as the waves of pleasure washed over you.
Sanemi groaned, his body going rigid as he released inside you, filling you with his warmth. He collapsed on top of you, his breath hot against your skin as he caught his breath.
As your breathing slowed, Sanemi withdrew, slipping out of you with a gentleness that belied the intensity of your lovemaking. He rolled onto his back and pulled you close, wrapping his arms around you and holding you tight. "Thank you, Y/N. I would have gone crazy if I..."
"Ssshhh," you hushed, placing your index finger to his slightly chapped lips. "I know."
In the aftermath of your frenzied intercourse, you lay in silence, basking in the warmth of each other's presence. The exhaustion of the day melted away, replaced by a feeling of contentment and satisfaction that left you feeling truly alive.
And as Shinazugawa drifted off to sleep, he knew that no matter what the future held, he would always have you - his partner, his confidante, his everything.
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2demon2slayer · 11 months
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Strange Sensations, Chapter 1
~ First Encounters ~
“Please, please, please, let me stay with you!” Zenitsu begs, clutching at Tanjirou’s haori, “I’ll die on my own! I will! I’ll die!”
Tanjirou is tempted to shove him away. To tell him that final selection is a competition, that it’ll do no good for Zenitsu to pass while mooching off of Tanjirou. Tanjirou’s also a bit worried that lugging around and guarding a person as seemingly helpless as Zenitsu will get both of them killed.
And yet…
He thinks of a couple of things. A memory of earlier that same night, of the corpses held in the demon’s hands, of the boy he barely managed to save in time. A memory of when he was younger and his mother had ordered his little siblings to stay close together as they went into town. What had she said back then?
Safety in numbers.
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Over the course of seven days, Tanjirou participates in the Final Selection to become a demon slayer. Over the course of seven days, Tanjirou forges a few unlikely friendships between his fellow participants. Over the course of seven days, Tanjirou fights many demons, some weak and some not.
(read on ao3!)
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bbq-potato-chip · 11 months
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two of them
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ask-chachamaru-kny · 1 year
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EASTER'S ON APRIL 9TH THIS YEAR?????? FUCK NO THAT'S WHEN KNY S3 COMES OUT SORRY CHRISTIAN GRANDMOTHER OF MINE I'M NOT CELEBRATING I NEED TO WATCH SOME DEMONS GET DECAPITATED AND GET BURNED AND GET CANNIBALIZED
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