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INITIATION - Muzan x y/n reader

Muzan x y/n reader smut one shot

Synopsis: Y/N has woken up and has no memory of who she is. Muzan is there to remind her.

Warning: SMUT 18+!!, MDNI, rough sex, oral, monster kink, size kink, masochism, degradation kink, praise kink. Slapping, choking, tentacles, Kidnapping, detailed murder, blood, slight dub con, kidnapping, a little manipulative, penetration, anal sex, double penetration, gagging, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, creampie. Just so much filthy things because Muzan is a sick motherfucker so this one shot is probably just as twisted so proceed with caution!

word count: 4k+

Your eyes flutter open, and the first thing you feel is utter confusion. For you have no memory of where you were or who you were. Your mind was completely blank and you no memory of anything. The next thing you notice is, you're lying down on what seems to be a table.

The first thing that you see, is a pair of scarlet red eyes boring in your eyes. They were so bright and unnerving at the same time. As the source of these eyes came into focus, you could see he was a man, with inky, curly, black hair, which was tied back into a pony tail and had pale skin. He wore a black dress button down shirt with a white tie. He was striking.

"Oh good," the man speaks content tone, as he notices that you're finally awake. "You're finally awake."

"W-who who are you? And where am I?" You ask, in a voice so soft, you weren't sure if he heard you cause you could barely hear yourself.

"My name is Muzan and you are in my home," he replies cryptically. "This is the Infinity Castle."

His name and the place sounded familiar but nothing came to mind as to why.

"And why am I here?"

He just smiles, and there's something about it that makes your skin tingle. You weren't sure if it was out of fear or something else.

"You are here because I found you on the brink of death, you were on the street and you needed a home."

You furrow your eyebrows in confusion , "But how come I don't remember anything? I don't even know my name."

"That's because I turned you into a demon, and sometimes the process can erase all traces of your past life. Call it a new slate if you will," he reaches for what looks like a vial of red liquid from a shelf and shakes it. "Here drink this, this will cure the sudden hunger you're feeling."

As if on cue, your stomach grumbles, "w- what, did you say demon? Demons exist?" You ask in wonder. "So is that blood in that vial?"

That grin turns prideful, "we exist and we are the most powerful beings to walk this planet. And yes this is blood, because this is what helps you stay strong and the more you consume the more powerful you'll become. But only human blood works. Animal blood cannot keep you healthy."

An unsettling feeling settles in your stomach, "so I have to kill in order to survive?"

"Only if you choose to go through this transformation, if you don't I'll have to kill you as I won't have any use for you otherwise."

this man was much more sinister and cunning than he appeared. You're sure a normal human would have been afraid or dying to get out of this situation. But you were intrigued. Despite the fact that he was probably a terrible man and a murderer- you were fascinated by him. Perhaps it was the fact that he saved you from whatever life you had lived before.

"So why did you choose me to turn into a demon?"

"Because I saw something in you that seemed valuable to have," he replies. "Would you like to know of your past? I can show you."

"Sure."

"Drink this," he holds me a vial of clear liquid.

You take it, study it before gulping it down in one go.

At first nothing happens, but suddenly your eyes drift shut and images begin flying through your mind.

Images of your parents and them dying, you being taken in by a man. A man that had looked kind by the smile he wore and the warmth of his hands. But that smile had been a mask for the monster he really was. And those hands ended up being the source of all your nightmares as he did things to you that you didn't dare think about. Finally, the vision ended with your hands covered in blood, as he lay in a pool of blood, lifeless. You dropped the knife and ran.

You had vowed to had never trust a man with a smile or warm hands again.

"She's a murderer!" An onlooker had shouted.

"a monster!" Another had yelled.

But you had ignored them, walking by all of them in silence.

Eventually night had come and the streets had died down, all the people had gone to their homes and you were left alone on the streets in the dark of night. After what you had done. Nobody would take you in. Nobody wanted a murderer.

You held the knife that you had killed your captor to your neck. All this pain would end if you ended it here. But wait. Why did you have to stop living? Why give up your life ? They're the ones who deserved to die. They all ruined your life.

The first house you had reached was a family you knew well. They were the ones responsible for your torment. It made you sick how they could live happily and comfortably after condemning you to a life of hell.

You didn't waste a second as you slit their throats in the dead of night. And the second time in your life, you felt powerful. For you finally had control of your own life.

You didn't stop at the one house. You went to 12 more. Murdering those who had mocked and tortured you. The ones that had stood while your captor had abused and violated you and did nothing to stop him. They all just stood by and watched and then had the audacity to point fingers at you. To call you the monster.

At the 13th one, you found someone had already beaten you to it. You saw him devouring the arm of the man. Part of you was disgusted. But part of you was relieved. The being turned to you after finishing his meal.

"Thought I'd help you out," the man said. This was him. This was Muzan.

"Are you one of those demons? The ones I've heard about?"

"I'm not just any one of those demons. I am the Demon King and I've come to recruit you into my Army. Make you become one of us."

"And why would I trust you?" You ask.

"You don't have to trust me or anyone, just help me rid of the world of people like them," he nods to the ground, his eyes burn with hatred.

"What do I have to do?"

He holds out a hand, "come with me".

You study it warily, "just as long as you let me do whatever I want. I want full control of my life and who I'll get to kill and-"

"There's certain humans I'll task you to kill, but as long as you follow my orders and remain useful, freedom is yours."

You look into his eyes and see a shared look of hate and anger, that's all you needed before taking his hand."

You come back from the vision, who you are and what you how you had gotten here- was suddenly clear. You grab the vial of blood from his hands. He smirks in amusement as you drink it without hesitation.

"Good girl."

That phrase alone has you locking eyes with his and something in you awakens in those scarlet orbs.

"What else do I need to do to be one of you."

Something akin to relief flashes in those cold scarlet eyes, a smirk graces those devilish lips.

He turns a finger down your collarbone that's exposed from the flimsy gown you wore. A shiver ignites from his touch. For a demon's usually cold touch. His was scorching and setting you ablaze.

"First, pledge your life and your soul to me?" His hand comes back up to your face, brushing along your lower lip, causing you to suck in a breath.

"What do I need to do?" You swallow thickly. You said you'd never trust a man again. But this here was no man, he was a devil. A sensible person would run away. But you - you felt the desire to follow him anywhere. Perhaps it was the fact that he saved you. Or that he a really good manipulation tactics and that he just wanted to use you. But you found yourself wanting to be used.

"Let me show you," is all he says.

In a blur, your clothes are ripped off of your body. Leaving every bit of you exposed. Something in the devil's eyes made your nipples harden and yours thighs clenched. Maybe it was the fact that he was completely dressed and you were completely naked. Or he was the Demon King and you were completely and utterly defenseless about what he was about to do.

He leans over you and begins running a hand down your chest, brushing along your tits in a teasing manner down to the apex of your thighs. Every where his hand touched, a trail of electricity was left it in it's wake. Heightening all of your senses.

"Gotta make sure you're in pristine condition, and that you're exactly what I need," with his veiny large hands he forces your legs apart. His thumb grazing your clit, lightly. Which was already throbbing and aching with need. "That fucker that violated you, how did you kill him?"

You inhale a strained breath, before exhaling, the slightest of his touch was enough to have you needy for more. "I cut off his dick and shoved it up his ass, before slitting his throat."

His gaze never leaves your as his thumb begins to rub your sensitive bud with his thumb, "and did you enjoy it?"

You smirk, "I did."

He hummed, "good. I'm going to erase every memory of his touch from your skin and replace it with mine. From here on out, you will belong to me. Understood?"

You nod your head eagerly, "Yes, Master."

His teasing touch on your clit speeds up, "your pussy is already mine. Look at how quick it responds to me and I've barely done a thing to it."

"Please do whatever you'd like, Master. I want to exceed your expectations."

Without needing any further permission, he sinks in a finger, you let out a moan and he lets out a growl. You had never been touched like this. So the touch was foreign odd at first, but when he began to prod his finger between your tight walls, the more adjusted you became.

"Fuck, Dollface, you are tight as fuck," he closes his eyes as if to revel in the feeling of you around his finger, and when he opens eyes again, the red in his irises has been blown away by his black pupils, stealing your breath away. You cry out when he adds a second finger, scissoring open even wider. Not long after, he's got your pussy wrapped around his three fingers. They slam into with a wicked force. Your juices are soaking his fingers in seconds, but he doesn't stop his attack. His grin becomes feral. "You just came from that alone ? Fuck, you are a real gem."

You arch and quiver as he continues to jab his long fingers in and out of you. Any logical thoughts are forgotten as his mouth finally adds to the fray. Sucking your clit and biting it with his teeth, you shamelessly grind yourself on his tongue as he ravishes you thoroughly.

"F-f-fuck," you whimper, "Muzan, don't stop." Tears escaped your eyes, and you pressed grabbed his head and pushed in closer into you, wanting him as deep as he could go. You moaned at how soft and silky his hair felt in your hands. It was so soft compared to this beast of a man. You were so overcome with overwhelming pleasure, it was hard for you to think straight. The only thing that you know for sure, was that you wanted more.

"How could I when you taste so goddamn sweet, so much better than any of the humans I've devoured, baby, you are my own five course meal. So fucking delicious."

His words are so filthy, the way he continues you to wreck you with his mouth has your stomach turning in knots. And white hot pleasure takes over. You watch in amazement as your arousal sprays his face, yet he gleams in pure delight.

He detaches his mouth from your pussy and stands up, grabs you from your neck and pulls you in for a hot and hungry kiss. His lips are demanding and possessive of yours- there's no question for who's in control. He dominates you in seconds and you submit without hesitation. It was almost scary with how you vowed to never trust a man or let one ever control you again, yet you were throwing all that away for the Demon King himself. But you didn't care anymore. You wanted to submit to him in any and every way. Call you insane or call you weak, but you knew the minute you saw him that first night, you were already gone.

You yank him closer to you, tearing his shirt off, your newly awakened demon powers must include sharp claws, because you rake your nails down his back causing him to moan. And it makes you feral as he moans because of you. You grow more feral with that knowledge.

"You are perfect for me, Angel," he praises against your lips. His mouth leaves yours and begins leaving kisses along your neck, alternating between kisses and bites, which would leave a purplish hue when he was done. You grind yourself on him even harder. You reach down and rub his clothed cock.

"Please Muzan," you beg, "I need you."

He drops you onto the ground, "so needy for me, but I need to finish examining you first. And if you pass this test, I'll reward you. Now kneel like the perfect whore you are and open your mouth."

You instantly do what he says, you kneel on the hard floor and open your mouth. He finishes stripping out of his clothes. Your mouth waters in awe. For he was breathtaking. So beautifully chiseled in every way. There was no flaw. He was pure muscle and sinewy. His cock stood proud and tall against his abdomen. It was massive, girthy and long, with a slight curve. He was demon but he was built as a god. No- he was a god.

He closes the distance between you, stroking his cock in his hand. He rubs the crown along your lips, before pressing his head past your lips. His precum coating your tongue.

"Suck," he commands and you do, you suck on his tip slowly, unsure of what to do. You begin to swirl your tongue around his head and the underside. You tentatively lick a stripe down his shaft. Soon, he loses patience and thrusts the whole length into your mouth in one go. If you had still been a human, your mouth would have been torn to shreds but your demon mouth gave you better strength to handle the harsh action. Your throat was forced open wide as he slammed into your mouth. Spit and precum drooling out of your mouth. You try your best to hollow your cheeks you can take him in better. But he gives you barely anytime to adjust and uses your mouth as he pleases. He grabs your hair and pulls out of the way, making it easier for you to take him. He forces you down on his cock, causing you to choke slightly.

"What a perfect cocksleeve for my cock," he laughs darkly, "so fucking perfect," his laughs turns to grunts as his thrusts get more harsher. You sob around his cock in pleasure. His hips begins to stutter, his cock begins pulsing in your mouth. It becomes heavier and you feel something hot and salty shooting down your throat.

Before you can take a breath, he's picking you up and throwing you onto the table. Your back hits the table harshly and you yelp. He yanks you towards him, spreading your legs apart. He runs the length along my aching, in slow, tortuous strokes. Making you whine.

"You did so well, you've passed all of my expectations so far. Now I need to you beg for me."

"Please, Muzan."

He growls, "please what?"

"I- y-your-"

He slaps your clit and you scream, "use your fucking words!"

"Please, Master," you beg. "Fuck me. Please."

He chuckles, "now there's a good little slut."

Finally, he's aligning his tip with your entrance. He slowly pushes the tip in. You can't keep your eyes away from the sight of him entering you. You feel every vein and every crevice as he pushes past your slick walls. The stretch burned and you struggled to accommodate his size. You instinctively clamp around him.

"If you fucking do that, I'm going to cum before I can even start. So relax," he demands, softly rubbing your tummy with his hands.

You take a deep breath and feel yourself relax. Soon he's all the way in and you moan at how full you are of him, at how much he stretched you out by just settling inside you.

He pulls out before slamming right back in. He grips your hips tightly as he begins ramming into you at full speed. The sudden action, causing you grip onto his shoulders for purchase. Creaking sounds and slaps of skin, fill the room as you get fucked by the Demon King. Every inch of his cock plunging into you deeper and deeper with each thrust, and it's not long before he finds the spot that once he hits it you turn into mush. Completely in a state of bliss as he abuses the spot over and over.

"More more more," you chant.

"Look at you so compliant and submissive for my cock," his growls. His red eyes flashing bright with contempt. "I knew when I saw you, you'd be a perfect fit for me and my cock. That's the main reason I recruited you. Was to have your pussy as my personal fuck toy."

You're so out of it. Every thrust and every inch of his cock scraping your walls is paradise. You didn't want him to stop. Suddenly the table breaks, but he catches you at inhuman speed before you can fall. You wrap your legs around his middle, as thrusts up into you, this new position made it hard to tell where he ended and where you begin. His chest was against yours, he took your one of your tits in your mouth and began sucking on it, causing you to arch your back. You grip his hair and drag your nails down his back. He seemed to be able to reach new places from this angle and you could feel the wave building up inside you and you shuddered as you clamped down around his throbbing cock. The coil in your stomach as it snaps and you can feel yourself coming undone.

“Fuck,” you sob in pure bliss from your high.

“You make such a pretty mess around my cock,” he cooes, he grips his hands around your neck. Not relenting from his consistent assault. He squeezes and instantly cum again from just the way he seemed to cut off air making you senses even more overwhelmed. “Like the pretty little slut you are, designed to take my cock like champ. Like that’s your only purpose in life is to satisfy my needs.”

Not long after you feel him growing within you, his thrusts become a little more erratic, but they still powerful to make you shake. He lets out a roar as hot white ropes of cum shoot into you. Your cunt flutters around him, hungry for every drop.

“Yess, my perfect little cum dump,” he slowly pulls out groaning at the sight of the white liquid oozing out of you. He gathers it in his fingers and pushes it all back into you, a hoarse cry escaping your lips. Because you were so sensitive. “But I’m not done with you yet.“ He picks you up and carries you to another table. He manhandles you so you’re flipped onto your stomach and your legs are hanging over the edge. He grabs some restraints and takes your wrists and binds then behind your back. Something covers you eyes taking away your eyesight. He was rendering you completely useless for whatever he had planned next and you could do nothing but take it. All of your senses were being limited and heightened at the same.

You could feel his hands grabbing your waist, pulling your ass to rub against his cock which was still rock hard. Your pussy lips are being pulled and pinched by his fingers. you feel sharp sting on your sensitive clit causing you to jolt at the sudden force.

“Such a pretty little pussy,”is all he says before slapping it again, then without warning,his cock is spears into you again. He feels even bigger than before, as your pussy struggles to take him. You have nothing to grip onto just your front being pressed into the table and his hands on your hips to anchor you as he plows into full force once again. Suddenly you feel something on your leg, it feels wet and hard. It creeped along your thigh. Another thing like it wraps around your other leg, stretching you out even further. Something prods against your other entrance, your ring of muscle is being prodded by it. Something like a tongue flicks against it but that’s impossible because Muzan is still fûcking you with his cock. It pushes past your ring of muscle, a new burning stretch takes over and your tight hole is being stretched by whatever this thing was. It didn’t matter what was teasing to your little hole you were spasming around his cock. You shake and fall apart at the overstimulation.

And it seemed Muzan was getting off of it because he was laughing and praising you.“ now you really look like a fuck doll, a perfect little toy for me to fuck. You should see yourself,” Suddenly your blindfold is being ripped off, while still being pounding into. Your head is being forced by something wrapping around it. It’s the same wet thing that is wrapped around your leg and attacking and fucking your asshole at the same time. Everything was too much. You had no sense of time or anything. You couldn’t tell if what too were seeing was real. But tentacles seemed to wrap around your throat and leg. Another one is pounding into your hole, while being split by Muzan’s cock which looked bigger. His hair was now a snowy white and fell into waves to his shoulders. His chest was the same but ribbons of red laced around his arms, mouths with sharp teeth dotted his skin in strange places and tentacles sprouted from his back.

“This is my true demon form, are you scared little one?”

But before you can speak, tentacles are being shoved into your mouth. Rendering you speechless, as you gagged around them. Saliva drooled down from your mouth and your eyes watered everything was too much. You were in a mix of pain and pleasure. Your body was not yours anymore. It was his. His plaything, his experiment. You should have been begging for him to stop. Begging for him to let you breath and trying to escape this beast. But you could only feel yourself getting more nd more turned on.

“What was that?” He taunts, “I can’t hear you.”

You babble or try to around his appendage, it leaves your throat for a moment, “no,” your voice is barely a sound, “I am not scared of you, I want more,” you wheeze out.

His eyes widen in shock for a moment, before darkening and sick, twisted grin takes over his features, “you should be. You should be trembling under my feet. I don’t think you understand the power I have over your now. For this body no longer belongs to you. It belongs to me and I’ll use it whenever please. Every vein, every moan, every curve and hole of your body, is MINE. Your only use to me is that of a perfect little fuckdoll for me to bend and break however I please. To use whenever and however please. You only exist to only please me. Understand?”

“Yes!” You scream, you’re a sobbing, trembling mess. “Please use me whenever and however you want.”

Your mind is broken, your body is spasming out of control. You are completely lost but yet your are mended by this devil.

“I’m yours, Master.”

“That’s right whore,” he seethes, “YOU. ARE. FUCKING. MINE!”

You cry in pure ecstasy, everything after that becomes a blur. All that you can understand is that his cock and appendage are pounding into both of your holes. You’re being split apart. Every inch of you is on fire. His claws rip into your skin at your hips, blood sprays out. But you keep taking it. You reveled in the pain. It made you feel alive. And if you were human, you’d be long dead but as a demon you could take any of it and you loved it. You loved how brutal and twisted this was. His tentacles wrap around your throat once more. Fingers forcing their way down your throat. You gag and choke from being denied of air and all sanity. He pulls his fingers out and smears saliva on your face.

He roars in delight, “what a filthy little bitch. You’re still so willing to take everything I give you. I love it. You are so fucking perfect for me.”

Suddenly one of his mouths latch onto both nipples your clit at the same time as if every inch of your soul ls being sucked out of you. You lose all feeling in your body. It writhes and falls apart over and over. You lose count of on how many times you cum in those minutes or how many positions he changes to wreck you in. You just take it. Your mindset slipping further and further away from any sanity or clarity. You were only aware of him and inch of you he broke and mended over and over again.

Finally, what seems like eternity, he’s shooting into you again, until you’re completely filled and covered in his cum. “You look so perfect covered and filled with my cum.”

He pulls out. All appendages and mouths detach from you and you’re falling into a heap but he holds on you. Not caring if you’re completely drenched in cum. You’re completely fucked and incoherent but his soft kisses bring you back slowly.

“So did I pass your initiation and requirements?” You ask sleepily. He chuckles.

“You met every single one of them and more. You’re nothing but perfect for me and I want you more than just my recruit. I want you as a my queen and you are perfect for that role. It’s why I was watching you for all these years waiting for the perfect time to claim you.”

“How long have you been watching me?”

He grins, “that night, when you murdered that monster, the both of you were supposed to be my victims. But you surprised me with how brutal you were. How cold and relentless you became and from then on, I knew I needed to have you.”

You’re at a loss for words, his scarlet eyes bore into yours with something like adoration and love. But that’s impossible because he’s a demon you’re sure he can’t really feel any of that.

“Well thank you for saving me,” you say, reaching up to pull his face down to yours. You claim his lips in a needy kiss. He hums in content. “I would love to be your Queen. I am yours, forever.”

“Yes, mine.”

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meowzfordayz · 10 months

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shiny

Author’s Note: sooo this was supposed to be for a college au, secretly dating trope suggestion (as well as for an emergency request for fluff 😅)… but then The H*rny™️ hit 🥴, and uhh, it turned into its own lil thing. 😏

shiny

Shinazugawa Sanemi x Reader

Word Count: ~2,200

CW: 18+NSFW, cream!pie, explicit language, Fem!Reader

~faqs~

“Sanemi, don’t you think she’s a little out of your league?”

Obanai’s stern tone does little to soften the reality behind his question, Sanemi once more reminded of why he can only watch—can only yearn—from a safe distance of ten physical feet, five invisible rungs on the social ladder, and one gigantic she-doesn’t-even-know-I-exist problem.

“Nobody’s out of my league,” Sanemi mutters, glare darkening with his trademark scowl, “She’s just shiny, is all. I’m easily distracted.”

“And that’s why you ignore me whenever she happens to be at the same dining hall as us,” Obanai snorts.

“Fuck-” Sanemi’s fork scrapes across his plate.

Raising an eyebrow, Obanai continues, “And also why you terrified those women away from their table.”

“-off,” fork stabbing loudly at his dry chicken.

“That just happened to be across from where she was sitting.”

“I said-” tearing sloppily into the overcooked meat.

Mask stretching as Obanai grins, he makes his final push, “And forgot to eat your food after she made eye contact with you.”

Mouth full, words muffled, “-f’ck ‘ff!”

“If nobody’s out of your league, then why don’t you say,”—in a breathy, squeaky voice—“Hi, I’m Sanemi!”

Swallowing his bite in a single motion, “I don’t talk like that,” Sanemi glowers, “Besides, shiny things lose their sparkle the moment you touch them.”

“Whatever man,” Obanai scoffs, “Shiny things also tend to hate crude assholes.”

“I’ll crude your fucking asshole.”

Eyes rolling, Obanai switches gears, “So Mitsuri and I-”

Only to be promptly interrupted, fork waved aggressively in his direction, “Don’t fucking start on your goddamn perfect love life.”

“Perfect?” Obanai huffs, whining now, “Dude, you know how long it took for-”

“If this is supposed to be a roundabout pep talk or offering of love advice,” Sanemi stands, half finished plate in one hand, steel grip around his glass with the other as he tilts his head back to chug the remainder of his lemonade, “Just fucking don’t.”

Waiting in lines isn’t your strong suit, fingernails rapidly tapping your lukewarm plate, droplets of water glistening under the too familiar lighting of the dining hall. You’d already scratched off the faint remains of someone else’s lunch, not bothering to search for a new, cleaner plate — they all had some sort of residue. Lifting your gaze to survey the people ahead of you, you’re immediately hindered by the tall, broad stature of a white haired man, the tension in his back muscles emphasized by the tightness of his moss green shirt. Sighing quietly, you notice his neck twitch, the curve of his biceps discernible as his arms—presumably—cross in front of him.

“Hey,” you say, chatter, clang, and hiss of lunchtime swallowing your attempt to get his attention, “Hellooo.”

Somehow, his biceps flex harder, fabric of his shirt’s armholes stretching to accommodate his strength.

“Um, alright,” you mutter, refocusing on your plate, fingernails returning to their tapping, “Never mind, I guess-”

“If you want, you can cut me.”

You blink, vision flashing to the Beautiful purple eyed man turning around to face you.

“Are they real?” you gush, cheeks warming, eyes squeezing shut before you can process any shame.

“Pardon?” a teasing, incredulous lilt lingers in his voice, “I can see, if that’s what you’re-”

“No, like, are they contacts?”

If it wouldn’t hammer the final nail on your coffin of embarrassment, you’d slap yourself right then and there.

“Open your eyes,” he speaks softer now, “I’m not wearing contacts.”

Eyes opening sheepishly, you stick out your free hand, “Nice to meet you, I apologize, you probably get the eyes thing a lot,” they’re too pretty for you to not.

“I’m Sanemi,” he responds evenly, your hand untouched as his jaw clenches, “Are you going to cut me or not?”

“Or not,” you reply quickly, nose scrunching as you glance away, hand dropping limply, “I can wait.”

“Your incessant tapping suggests otherwise,” he—Sanemi—grunts, “If you’re not gonna cut me, then at least be less annoying to everyone else in line.”

You snort, “Are you usually this combative?” pointedly ignoring his jab.

“Usually, I don’t offer up my spot in line.”

“So does that mean I’m special,” you grin now, eyes glittering at the way his brow furrows, “Or just extra annoying?”

“Extra annoying,” he deadpans, “Definitely extra.”

With a friendly pout, you lapse into silence, shuffling forward an insignificant amount, inwardly cursing whoever poorly planned the university budget to short staff the dining halls.

“Y’know, you look familiar.”

Sanemi shrugs, back turned once more to you, shoulder blades rippling with the motion, “Makes sense.”

“What, am I not original enough for you?” you grumble, cheeks warming again as he whips around to glare at you.

“Why are you talking to me?”

“I don’t know!” you exclaim, “To be nice? To be annoying? Because I’m bored and hangry and this line seems to go on for forever?!”

Lips twitching, he slowly gestures in front of him, still glaring, “Cut me.”

“No!”

“You’re ridiculous.”

Before you can protest, he maneuvers himself behind you, impatience radiating from his body, lean muscles barely grazing your bare arms, goosebumps raising when he crosses his own, the view so much more defined from your new perspective. You’re too busy memorizing his physique to notice his reaction to your careful attention; too busy uttering his name under your breath, committing it to heart, to see the blush creep up his collarbones, his neck, his earlobes; too busy finally getting food to catch him opening, closing, then opening his mouth, a hushed And what’s your name? caught beneath hesitation and loneliness.

“Thanks Sanemi,” you say, waving cheerfully, “Maybe I’ll see you around?”

His response falters in his throat as he watches you leave, gaze swiveling to eventually—reluctantly—make eye contact with Obanai. Good effort! Obanai gives him a thumbs up, just as Sanemi groans lowly, flipping him off.

“Sanemi,” you whisper, fingertips walking warmly across his scars, smooth and sensitive to the touch, his breath catching at the light pressure, “Promise me you were sober.”

Body vibrating with quiet laughter, he catches your hand, lips gentle and wet as he kisses each of your fingertips, “I don’t drink,” eyes flitting over to your haphazardly tossed clothing, “And you?”

“I had one,” you murmur, lifting yourself to roll atop him, straddling his waist, thighs sweaty and soft, heat stirring in his groin at the familiar position, “Way before you arrived.”

“Waited for me, hm?” he chuckles smugly, gripping your hips, kneading into your skin, a strangled hiss tightening his lungs as his cum leaks from your slippery folds to his stomach, “Didn’t think I’d see you at a party like this.”

“And I didn’t think you threw parties,” you quip back, reveling in the filthy squelch of your languid grinding, his rigid abdominals flexing shiny and divine against the bump of your clit, “Till your roommate introduced himself, invited me over,” draping yourself over his chest, tits heavy and warm on his sternum, voice promising and heady in his ear, “I didn’t think I’d be getting fucked tonight.”

“Me neither,” Sanemi rasps, cockhead swollen and smearing precum against the plush of your ass, erect again, “Didn’t think you’d show up on my doorstep,” grasping your jaw to present your neck to his bared teeth, nipping greedily, “Looking so fucking gorgeous, like you were begging for someone to devour you,” tongue swiping flat and messy at the hollow of your throat, his hips bucking upward for friction, “Good thing I found you first, hm? Good thing I got to your pretty mouth, to your beautiful cunt, before some other fuck.”

“Sanemi,” you whimper, tugging your head down slightly, just slightly enough to see the dangerous, hazy glint in his purple stare, “W-wasn’t here to f-fuck anyone.”

“But you did, didn’t you?” he teases lightly, releasing your jaw with a final, tender kiss to your chin, “Had me wrapped around your finger the moment I saw you, laughing with your friends in the dining hall, that incredible smile of yours knotting my stomach,” swallowing thickly, dangerous edge fading as quickly as it surfaced, feather soft confession taking its place, “I must’ve become absolutely insufferable,” snorting amusedly, “If Obanai intervened.”

“I forgot to tell you my name,” you admit sheepishly, beginning your own parade of sloppy, heated kisses across the sheen of his collarbones, exertion from his first orgasm still evident, “Thought I missed my shot,” reaching behind you for his cock, deft thumb circling his tip, grinning at his unabashed moan, “Wondered how I could possibly recover from such an encounter with your mesmerizing hair and brilliant eyes,” winking playfully as you squeeze his cock, earning a halfhearted scowl, “Your gentlemanly gesture of saving me from my hanger.��

“Want to feel you again,” is your only warning, and then he’s bullying his cock between your folds, whining sharply as his tip nudges in, rhythm shallow and wanton, gradually stuffing himself further and further into your honeyed, dripping hole, “Fuck,” he grits out, your ass so perfect and weighted atop him, “You feel so fucking good.”

“Is this all you want?” you ask quietly, question nearly lost in the broadness of his chest, pussy clenching tight and overwhelmed around him.

“This?” he manages to scoff, his exasperated, adoring eyes meeting your unsteady, wide gaze, “‘Course not, I want to get to know you, your favorite color, how you look in the morning, what buttons I can push, when to say I’m sorry,” repetitive, gentle grunts underlying his reassurance as he continues thrusting torturously slow, “I’ve got a devastating crush on you, you idiot, so why the fuck would this be all I want?”

“Well you did just call me an idiot,” you giggle, back arching into his movements, his eyes glimmering at the display of your breasts.

He huffs, “Learn it or hate it, but s’my love language.”

“I’m thoroughly enjoying this love language,” you drawl, grabbing onto his shoulders, sweat trickling shiny and subtle as you readjust yourself, “I guess I could adapt to ~odd pet names too.”

As Sanemi’s pace hastens, second climax coaxed harsh and unrelenting from your body, he slips one hand from your hip to your sex, palm pressing strong and intense on your clit, the most stunning wail tearing feral and needy across his bedroom as you cum on his cock, thighs squeezing the air from his lungs, fingernails digging deeply into his shoulders, neck faintly mottled with the aftermath of his love biting.

Sunlight glows weakly through his blinds, the quiet pulse of your breaths preventing Sanemi from wiggling even an inch, too afraid of shattering the stillness of his dream. Your leg’s slotted comfortable and trusting between his own, fingers pressing soft dots into his chest, a sensation he wishes he could bottle for a rainy day. Thankful for his lack of drinking, and thus, lack of a hangover, his eyes blink closed, basking in the recollection of your unexpected passion, the shine of moonlight on your naked figure, the curve of your smile, hot and welcoming against his mouth.

“So how do I look in the morning?”

Your sleepily murmured question startles him, the uptick in your breathing having gone unnoticed, too deep in his reminiscence. Head tilting to better see you, he smirks fondly, gaze more serene without the exhaustion of the day settled in yet.

“Like you just woke up,” he says nonchalantly, nevertheless breaking into an endeared smile, muscular arm tugging you closer to him, so close you can see the flecks of muted silver in his irises.

“Hm, thank gosh it’s Saturday,” you yawn, limbs stretching in his embrace, toes finding purchase on his ankles, “I definitely did not set an alarm.”

“What dumbass would throw a party on a weekday?”

“Not you,” you retort sweetly, dramatically batting your eyelashes, “You’re not a dumbass.”

“Fuck you,” he mumbles.

“Already?” you wink lazily, “Don’t men have a refractory period or something?”

“I only came once last night,” he nearly pouts, hiding his expression in your sunwarmed hair.

“Right,” you chuckle, tender memories of being carefully wiped clean, and then snuggling into him, promptly passing out, floating contentedly through your vision, “You’re amazing.”

“Amazing enough to do this again?” his voice hardens, somehow moving further from you even as his body doesn’t move.

“Didn’t I already ask you that?” you reply gently.

“Yeah.”

Nose crinkling, you poke at his cheek, humming confidently, “I may not have had a devastating crush on you, but I obviously I like you, idiot.”

“Yeeeah,” he sighs.

“So we’re doing this again,” you remark plainly.

“Good,” he finally grins.

“Good,” you grin.

“Ugh,” he scowls, pretending to push you away, only to quickly pull you back into his embrace, pulse thrumming at the momentary distance.

“You weren’t saying that earlier,” you singsong, lightly tucking a longer strand of his hair behind his ear, cooing at its immediate redness, “You think Obanai heard us?”

“Fuck,” Sanemi grimaces, suddenly dreading his next conversation with his best friend.

“Poor guy,” you laugh, tone laced with mock sympathy, “Probably regrets inviting me.”

Shrugging, Sanemi pecks your forehead, voice gravelly as he mutters, “Nah, fuck him.”

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thetreefairy · 4 months

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Yandere father Muzan reacting to reader commiting suicide before he could change them? -🪼 anon

welll----- guess this brought me back for a short while, everyone don't kill yourselves, hotlines finder

Warnings: suicide, reader death, muzan is a warning on his own, violence. Not my best writing, but im seriously burned out so--- it's probs not gonna get better than this.

Not My fault

Reader being alone is rare, really fucking rare. And the day reader killed themselves was the such a day.

And when Muzan went to visit his child, he saw them lying in their blood.

They had made themselves bleed out, perhaps in concern that Muzan could turn them last minute otherwise.

But he couldn't believe it, his baby had died. And he couldn't turn them anymore. He should have known that they were being too obedient, too quiet, too compliant.

But truly, isn't this his fault?

He did this to his child, but he will blame everyone but himself.

A blood curling scream ran through the castle, the demons turning around in surprise. And the uppermoons knew something was terribly wrong.

A storm was coming

Not too long after a funeral was held for Reader, the look on Muzan's face made one thing clear, hell is coming. Not just for the Hashira, the humans but for themselves as well.

And they were right, besides coming obsessed with being able to walk in the sun, he became obsessed with finding a way to bring Reader back.

He became obsessed with turning the death to the living. After all, aren't him and the other demons proof that you can live even in death? Sure with limitations, but Muzan would take anything to have his child back in his arms.

And his anger turned like a venom, no one was safe from his wrath.

But in his own dreams, his anger was no more. As Reader stared at him, their bloodied body attacking him and screaming at him. Killing him.

Muzan would take it, he deserved it and this way he could hold them.

Part two

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kyojurismo · 11 months

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— SECRET MEETING

# sanemi shinazugawa

synopsis : you are in a secret relationship with the wind hashira and his desires become unbearable right before he’s about to leave for a new mission.

tags : fem!reader, nsfw, kissing, nipple play, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex (don’t be silly), 1.2k words, not proofread.

a/n : COME GET YOUR FOOD !!! alright okay uh, i decided to finally finish one of my wip and it turned out like this. pls lemme know if i missed a tag, i’m actually pretty bad at tagging smutty works lol. pls keep in mind that english is not my first language so i’m sorry for any error . . . anyway, i hope you guys enjoy <3

you walked out of the hashira meeting beside shinobu, chatting with her. you smiled at her, nodding, before someone grabbed your arm and stopped you. “uzui-san, i swear–” you turned and met sanemi’s face, stopping mid sentence. “shinazugawa-san,” you offered him a smile.

“i need to talk to you… about that mission,” his tone was low, since shinobu was still near waiting for you. his eyes silently communicated with you and when realisation hit you, you nodded and turned to your friend. “shinobu-chan, i’ll see you later. i need to speak with shinazugawa about an important matter,” you explained, bowing to her. “oh, no worries! see you later,” she grinned at you, confusing you a little, and turned around to walk away.

what— your thoughts were interrupted when sanemi started pulling you with him towards a more private place, away from prying eyes.

“i told you to meet after the meeting because i’ll leave soon, dumbass.”

you sent him a glare, offended. “shinobu was talking with me, it would have been rude if i–” you gasped as sanemi leaned closer and kissed your lips fervently. his hands grabbed your hips, as he moved even closer to your body. you didn’t protest as you put your hands on his shoulders, gripping them as his kiss became more heated.

“i missed you so much,” he groaned as his hands started pulling at the buttons of your uniform, desperate to feel your skin under his palms. “d-don’t tear it again,” you tried to help him, careful not to ruin your uniform once again. once your chest was free, his hands moved to caress your skin and he started kneading your breasts. a soft moan escaped your lips as you closed your eyes.

sanemi’s lips traced the skin of your neck before he moved lower and started biting your skin, his fingers pinching your hardening nipples enough to make you gasp. “w-we shouldn’t… you need to stop,” you noticed him kissing down your body until he reached your belt. “i’m not gonna wait two weeks or more to have a taste of you,” his voice was gruff, but full of desire, and it was enough to make you clench around nothing — and of course agree with him. you gulped and noticed him glancing up at you before kneeling in front of you.

his warm hands started caressing your legs, moving up under your skirt before pulling it up to expose your underwear. your cheeks grew hotter as he smirked at you, noticing a wet patch on it.

“needy, huh?” he licked his lips before removing your underwear, fresh air hitting your center. his eyes stared at your most intimate part with pure lust and hunger. he looked so hot, you couldn’t—

"..sanemi!" you gripped his hair, your head hit the wall behind you. your eyes were closed now, your parted lips caused a few whimpers to slip out before you had to cover your mouth with your own hand. sanemi held your thighs with urgency, as if his life depended on giving you pleasure. you pushed your hips towards him, making his head completely disappear under your skirt. "you taste so good," he groaned against your cunt, lapping and sucking like a starved man.

you tried hard to keep any sound from escaping your mouth, knowing damn well anyone could pass and hear the two of you. not only you two were doing something indecent right under the sun, but no one knew you two were dating — no, everybody thought sanemi could barely stand you, his fellow hashira.

“n-nemi!” you whimpered, securing your hand around your mouth once more as you got distracted by the approaching orgasm. “you close?” you nodded eagerly, your legs quivering. at that, sanemi stopped and lapped at your throbbing clit one last time before getting up. “what the hell?!” you whispered angrily, annoyed. you were so close and sanemi had the audacity to leave you hanging on the verge of flooding his mouth with your sweet essence. it was a loss for him too, though.

“i just remembered the master asked uzui to come back a few time later, that jackass could hear us loud and clear and you know he won’t keep it to himself.”

oh. oh! you were quick to move your hands and undo his belt, pulling his pants open and moved the fundoshi enough to grab his hard cock. “shit baby– should have told you sooner,” he half groaned, smirking at your sudden eagerness. you pulled him into a kiss, shutting him up. sanemi got the hint and cupped your cheek with his hand, caressing your hot skin. you stroked his tip, gathering a few drops of precum before starting to pump him a couple of times before sanemi pushed your hand away as a low grunt escaped his lips.

“turn around,” he said gently, kissing your cheek. you did as he asked and felt him pull up your skirt, sanemi spanked your ass as he lost himself for a moment, admiring you. you bit back a moan, feeling the familiar sting. he pulled your hips towards him, making your hands rest against the wall for leverage. he didn’t hesitated further, pushing his cock into you.

you both moaned, a bit too loud for your judgment. as he started thrusting into you, sanemi’s hand wrapped around your mouth letting you moan freely against his palm. your warm walls clenched around him, making him groan. “fuck— you feel amazing,” he rested his forehead between your shoulders. his other hand gripping your hip hard enough you were sure it was gonna leave a handprint.

sanemi’s thrusts grew desperate both for the fear of someone hearing and for the approaching orgasm, for the both of you. you cried out right into his palm, wetting it with your saliva as one of your hand desperately grasped at his wrist. you came hard around him, your juices starting to run down your thighs as sanemi kept moving, his hips slapping against your ass. he was good at keeping quiet, while you were crying from the burning sensation coming from between your legs — a very pleasant sensation.

sanemi hand moved to grope your chest, suddenly needing to feel more of you. his lips met your neck, as he groaned into your skin while he painted your gummy walls with his seed. the feeling of his cock twitching inside you while he came made you clench around him. you shivered when he whimpered at the feeling, as you milked him until he finished emptying himself.

as he removed his hand, you gasped for breath. sanemi pulled away and shivered as he slipped out of your warm and welcoming pussy, already missing the feeling. you turned around slowly and noticed him smiling at you. “lemme help, mh?” he helped you fixing your clothes and silently thanked him.

“good luck on your mission, shinazugawa-san,” you winked at him and then you two shared a final kiss, before parting ways. you bumped right into tengen and tried your best to act casual.

“oh, [l/n]… i thought you left with kocho,” tengen smirked down at you, as if he knew something. “i uh… forgot to speak with oyakata-sama about an important matter,” you replied, a bit taken aback. “ha! right, always focused on your duty as a slayer,” uzui teased you, chuckling, and you tried to not make him suspect anything more as you smiled and bowed to him before walking away.

sanemi too bumped into uzui, but he pushed him out of his way and simply walked away. “you and [l/n] are bonding, huh?” sanemi stopped right in his track, but tried not to turn around. “i still despise her, uzui.”

“what a couple,” he said to himself, chuckling.

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inosukebakugo · 1 year

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Aggression

Rengoku x reader | cw: creampie, cockwarming, dirty talk, mentions of pregnancy | 18+ | ~3k

After a two week bust of a mission with Tengen, Rengoku comes home to you extra riled up

Full version of the teaser from last night! This is the first of many so I hope y’all like it. Since I already posted the first 500, the whole thing will be under the cut!

You were swinging your foot off the deck of the house, eating snacks with Mitsuri when the crow came flying around the building. Both of you recognize it immediately as your own. Earlier in the day, you sent him off to keep watch for a very notable head of flame coloured hair. With a knowing smile, Kanroji stood. Carefully she dusted off her skirt and packed the empty containers back into the bag she’d brought with. Kyojuro had been sent on a particularly difficult mission and the love hashira knew that her old master wouldn’t be able to relax with her there. He was always a gentleman, even when it physically hurt him.

As you waved her off, her watermelon hair disappearing down the road, it was time to prepare. There was no way you could know how Kyojuro would return to you. Sometimes he was gravely injured and other times he was furious when he returned. Luckily you knew all his different flavours and began making sure things were where you remembered them to be. The first aid kit was pulled out onto the nearby counter and the bed was turned down. You even made sure to pull out his favourite pair of sleep clothes in case he wanted them once he’d bathed. Speaking of, you were warming the water when your crow returned again. It would only be minutes until your partner arrived. Too eager, or too nervous, you rushed out to wait for him at the front door.

A sigh of relief left your lips as you laid eyes on him, at least he wasn’t limping or missing a limb. He was, however, covered in blood and filth and bruises. Kyojuro strode confidently through town with his hand resting on his katana. The man was usually smiling and cheerful but the townspeople parted for him as he passed, seeing the serious look in his eyes. You stood and waited as he made his way through the streets and up the hill to where your house was. After what felt like hours but was probably only five minutes, he was striding through the archway that joined the two halves of the fence around the house.

“Are you hurt?” you ask, hesitating to touch him until you know if he’s covered in his own blood or someone else’s.

“No,” his voice is deeper than usual. Dark.

He’s on you like a lion on his prey, reaching out to snatch you before you realise what’s happened. Kyojuro pulls you in and presses a searing kiss to your lips. He pours his last two weeks of frustration into it, gripping your hips so tightly that you yelp and cling on to his broad shoulders. You can feel his fingers digging in as you pull him back in for another kiss. This hadn’t happened before, you tried to remember to ask him what had happened later, for now you were just enjoying Kyojuro.

Strong hands pulled your feet off the ground and the flame hashira was carrying you back into the house. You busied yourself with unbuttoning his dirty uniform, pushing it off his

shoulders so you could run your hands across the bare skin of his chest. A few fresh cuts caught on your soft fingers. It made you frown. The large man almost threw you back onto your bed, crawling on top of you eagerly. He was already pushing up your skirt impatiently, a completely different beast to the Kyojuro you were used to but it wasn’t unwelcome. Usually he was gentle and sweet and you’d been trying to get him to let loose more. The bruising grip on your legs as he lifted them made you moan loudly.

“Sorry love, that mission was a waste of my time,” he growled. “Could’ve sent literally anyone else.”

“I don’t mind,” you offered, staring into golden eyes. “You can take it out on me.” “Good,” the swordsman leaned down to shove his tongue back into your mouth.

As he takes over your mouth, two of his fingers plunge into you and your nails dug into Kyojuro’s biceps. If he hadn’t been pinning your knees to your shoulders with his whole body, you would’ve been eagerly squirming. He swallowed down all of the moans and noises that left your mouth, barely letting you breathe. You’d already been wet from being manhandled by the door, he knew that he wouldn’t have to do much work to get you ready. Carefully, your hands let go of his arms and you tried to reach for the waistband of his pants.

“Don’t make me tie those hands out of the way,” the blond threatened, his fingers picking up speed and making you cry his name. “You’ll take what I give you.”

“I will,” you nodded eagerly, your hands going to your own nipples. “Please, Kyo~”

He cut off your begging by sliding down and adding his mouth to his efforts. The man still wanted to make sure you got to come once, he wasn’t a complete monster. Lips and teeth and tongue assaulted your quivering heat along with his fingers and it was only minutes before you were grinding into his face. So close to your release and suddenly Kyojuro was pulling his fingers out of you. You only whine until you see his hands move to undo his own pants and rip them off.

The one thing you’d wanted was in front of you. Kyojuro, filthy and deprived and naked above you, his thick cock rubbing between your folds and smearing himself in your wetness. Strong hands grabbed both sides of your hips before he pressed in. There’s no stopping him, the man fucking you at an even pace as he watched your tits bounce hungrily. A small part of him was still being careful. The drag of him slowly entering you before pulling all the way out was near torture. Trying to get him to really fuck you, your nails drag red lines down his back and you try your best to squeeze down on his with your walls. In return, one of his large hands comes up to hold you down by the neck. He doesn’t really choke you but the threat of it there only makes you needier.

“More Kyo,” you moan, your eyes and hips rolling. “Fuck me like you missed it.”

“All I thought about for the past two weeks,” he leaned down and nipped at your earlobe. “Was your fucking pussy.”

“Do you want me to do it myself?” she challenged and saw her lover’s eyes darken with anger again.

“Am I going to have to make you shut up?” he did squeeze your neck and his cock inside you twitched as you gasped and nodded. “Good girl, let me wreck you.”

The blond picked up his pace, fucking you like an animal. The hand around your throat stayed but his other one shoved two of his fingers into your mouth. Eagerly, you sucked on the digits and preened at the filthy words coming from the man above you. Is it too big for you? It’s like you were made to take me. Fuck, you’re so good. He kept going, even as he felt you panting harder under his hand. Finally, he took his fingers from your mouth and slapped them against your cunt as it swallowed his cock. The sensation made you yelp. The hand from your neck moved so he could angle himself better.

“Are you going to come on my dick, gorgeous?” he challenged as he began using his slick fingers to rub at you clit. “Hmm?”

“Yes,” you moaned loudly, your hands twisting in the sheets. “Kyo, please don’t stop!”

“Come for me,” he demanded and slammed into you over and over and- you were coming undone beneath him so beautifully.

His name was a scream on your lips and you clamped down on him. Stronger than you, Kyojuro kept fucking you through your orgasm and black dots began to swim in your vision. As your eyes rolled into the back of your head, Kyojuro’s hips slammed into you particularly hard and several grunts spilled from him. He kept going until you were overstimulated and he spilled inside you. The moans that left the hashira almost had you riled up again but soon, he stuffed his length inside of you fully and leaned his sweaty forehead on yours. Now that he wasn’t moving anymore, you knew that he was done. Carefully, you wound your arms around him and pulled him even closer.

“So what had you so riled up?” you giggled breathlessly against his skin, pressing kisses to his collarbone.

“Uzui and his fucking priviledge,” the flame hashira blew a piece of his hair out of his eyes. “He gets to bring his three wives everywhere.”

“Well if you keep this up, I’ll be too pregnant to go on any missions,” one of your hands went up to his face and all of the aggression was gone, replaced with sated tenderness. “Not that I’m complaining. Maybe you should take tips from Tengen more often.”

“Oh he’ll never let me live that down,” his laughter shook you and you could still feel his length inside you. “Was I too rough with you, my love?”

“Not even close,” you giggled again, running your hands down his ribs. “You can do that to me anytime you want.”

“Can I do it to you again in the bath?” he raised an eyebrow at you, a hopeful look in his eyes. Testing you, he ground down into you again and grinned at the needy moan that came from your lips. He lifted you easily and carried you to the bathroom, making sure he was fully seated inside you again as he did it. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

“Kyo!” you yelped in surprise, clinging onto him. “Your jealousy is going to be the end of me.”

“As long as you like it,” he smirked before kissing you and bouncing you on his cock. Holding you up and displaying his strength while he fucked you made you drool. “I’ll make you a deal.”

“Anything,” you were already panting, unable to do much when he was holding you off the ground.

“If you help me wash up without getting up,” he nipped at your ear again, harder this time. “I’ll bend you over the edge of the tub.”

“I would’ve done it for less,” you chuckle weakly as he steps into the lukewarm water.

Carefully, you washed the dirt and blood from your lover as he played with you. It was no easy feat but you got to tease him back for once. He was clearly enjoying the view of you worshipping his body while his whole cock was inside you. How he was still so hard, you assumed he hadn’t even touched himself while he was gone. The squeezing and grinding of you certainly kept his interest as he watched you work. When he deemed himself clean enough, Kyojuro pulled out of you suddenly. There was only a second for you to whine and complain before he turned you and shoved his throbbing cock back inside you. His first load of cum was helping lubricate you and you had to bite down on your hand to muffle your drawn out moan.

Kyojuro still heard. He leaned down, his chest pressed against your back as he draped himself over you. Calloused hands roamed your body, touching and squeezing wherever he wanted. You were pinned between him and the lip on the tub, unable to do more than wiggle your hips to try and take even more of his thick length. A dark chuckle came from him as he watched you struggle. He let you feel it, bucking against you deeper than he’d been able to reach before. The pleading that came from your mouth made it hard for him to be patient but eventually you said what he was waiting for.

“Please fuck me Kyo!” you begged him. “You’re so big, it feels so good.”

“Well since you said please,” he bit down on his own lip as he dragged his length out of you.

The way he fucked you was nearly feral. His hips snapped into you on their own and he didn’t give you much room to breathe. Hands left red marks on your hips to swat your ass as Kyojuro pounded into you. He filled you relentlessly. All you could do was cling to the edge of the bathtub and drool onto the wood as it bit into your skin. Behind you, the blond was taking in the sight of you. Bent over, stretched around his dick, dribbling his cum from the brutal fucking, he was almost ready to come again. You hadn’t objected for a reason the first time when he’d come inside you, you wanted to really feel it this time. The rhythm of his

thrusts was already frantic as he chased his own orgasm this time. You managed to slip one of your hands down to play with your clit and he didn’t stop you this time. Since your begging had worked so well, you decided to try it again.

“I want to feel you this time,” you turned your head to the side so you could look at him. “I want you to come inside me again, Kyojuro. Fill me up.”

“Holy fuck,” his head dropped to rest between your shoulder blades.

The grip on your hips went from bruising to crushing and the force he was pushing into you almost sent you falling forwards to the floor. Your palms pushed back against the tub to keep you upright as he finished. The deep, drawn out, guttural moan that ripped from your lover’s throat bounced off the bathroom walls and the inside of your head. It was a noise you’d pleasure yourself too next time you were apart. His cock twitched inside you and a pleasant, warm feeling spread through you. His cum kept pouring out of him, the head of his dick pressed firmly against your cervix. For a moment, you wondered if it was all just filling your womb but soon it was leaking out around him.

“Oh fuck,” Kyojuro swore as he pulled his dick out of you. “You’re a beautiful mess.”

His view of you was probably amazing as his hands returned to your skin, gentle now. Your ass up, dripping his cum into the bath, he thought about taking you for a third time. Instead, he settled on cleaning you up. Careful, he licked up your slit and grinned as you moaned again. He knew you liked his long tongue so he dipped it into you, tasting himself. The flame hashira had confessed once that he loved eating you out and he did not disappoint. Eventually his tongue was replaced with a few of his fingers and he sucked on the tender nub of your clit. The suction got to you and before long, you were spilling across his fingers and chin. Your thighs quivering, he ate you like a starving man as you orgasmed again. His fingers didn’t let up as your walls clenched and squeezed around them, pulling more moans out of you. Before long, you were coming down from the high.

“I’m going to need you to carry me back to bed,” you moaned weakly, your body slumping against the tub now that you were mostly empty. “There’s no way I can walk.”

“Good,” Kyojuro chuckled and pulled his fingers out of you so he could lift you again. “That was my goal when I got home.”

“You’re evil sometimes,” You curled up against his chest, his arm around your back tightening before the other arm swept under your knees and took you off your feet. “I like it.”

“I just had to listen to my best friend get laid every night for two weeks,” he said as he laid you down carefully. “How did you think I wasn’t going to come home and immediately want you?”

“I just wasn’t expecting you to be so aggressive,” you pulled him down into bed with you. “It’s a good look on you though.”

“Don’t get used to it,” he yawned. “I’ll feel bad about those bruises in the morning.”

“No, I liked it,” you settled back into his arms and he pulled the covers over both of your naked bodies. “Next time I ask you to fuck me like you mean it, that’s what I mean.”

“Let’s see if your tune is the same in the morning,” he snorted and tightened his grip on you. “I’m so tired.”

“Sleep now,” you pressed a kiss to the top of his head. “You certainly deserve it Kyo. I love you.”

“I love you more.”

#kny #kimetsu no yaiba #kny smut #kny rengoku #rengoku kyojuro #rengoku x reader #kyojuro x reader #rengoku smut #demon slayer #demon slayer rengoku #this was so good I had to go get laid #that is a true fact #and the reason why I didn’t post this until morning #my fic #one shot

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yuki2sksksk · 3 months

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Is there anyone here who learns Japanese and read KNY cause I have some questions about the special one shot with Kyoujuro

It is said that thanks to his friend's fingers characters, Kyoujuro managed to figure out the demon's power. These are scenes where their hands are shown, and I am quite curious on how to read the signals.

What do they actually say? Even though they're fragmented information, is there secret coding in the corps that slayers use for each other in exchanging secret information? Do the characters formed by their hands worded out something like 'flutes' or 'nerves'?

I am not sure if there's anything in the manga that said there's a secret coding language between the slayers, but it'd be cool and useful if they have the system.

#demon slayer #kny #kimetsu no yaiba #kny drabble #kny special one shot #Rengoku Kyoujuro #Rengoku

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newmih · 1 year

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Morning kisses

Giyuu Tomioka x female reader

600+ words

Summary : y/n wakes up next to Giyuu this time.

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!Not my picture!

It was one of those days when there was no need to get up early. The clouds had disappeared during the night, giving way to a clear blue sky crossed by the soft rays of the sun.

The relationship between Giyuu and y/n was new. Recent enough that they had only spent the night together a few times. Today was one of them. Each time it had happened, the young woman had found herself in an empty and cold bed. The absence of Giyuu in the mornings had made them argue, each time.

The woman didn't understand this need to disappear, this feeling of being in the way, of being too much.

Yet this time when the sun's rays came through the windows, partially blocked by the drawn curtains, the hashira was still in its place. Warm under the covers, he blinked a few times to get used to the light. The ceiling was not foreign but it was not familiar either. It took him a few seconds to remember the night before.

After straining his memory, past conversations and actions came back to him. His cheeks turned red at some of the reminders, the ones that had happened after the sun had long since set and the meal had been forgotten for a while.

He raised his arms to rub his face and accidentally brushed against the woman at his side. He froze, worried that he had woken her up. When he was sure she hadn't, he moved slowly to face her.

She was facing him, her face partially lit by the daylight. Giyuu felt for a few seconds that his heart had stopped. She was so pretty. He carefully put his hand under her head and began to observe her. His shy and reserved nature prevented him from doing so when she was awake and could at any moment realize his admirer.

Early on, an idea crossed his mind but he had no trouble deciding that it was not a good one and he chased it away. Yet, as he continued to watch y/n's face, he couldn't help but think about it before shaking his head again and again.

His hand lifted by itself, he would swear, and flew over his girlfriend's round cheek. The heat of her body attracted him and he ended up putting it down. His fingers tickled tenderly his cheekbone and the breath of the young woman was disturbed.

He didn't seem to mind, too focused on the soft touch.

-Are you going to kiss me or should I do it myself.

y/n's voice was almost a whisper as she spoke. Her hot breath hit the hashira's naked chest and she winced mentally, her breath must not have been the best after their activities the night before.

Yet Giyuu didn't bother to think about it as he bent down to respond to the young demon slayer's command. His slightly chapped lips brushed against the woman's before he decided to kiss her fully.

It was soft, the opposite of the kisses they had exchanged when their only goal was to satisfy each other. This time, all the affection they felt for each other was transmitted.

Y/n finally stepped back and gently pushed Giyuu's face away from her, still wanting more. He barely had time to catch his breath before she was attacked by the pillar's mouth. The many wet kisses that they sprinkled on her face ended up making her explode with laughter as she squirmed in his arms.

The man didn't know where this sudden surge of confidence came from, but he liked it. He liked not feeling every moment the fear of rejection. Of being rejected by the woman he loved.

Please reblog if you liked it !!

#tomioka giyu x reader #giyu tomioka x reader #tomioka giyuu x reader #giyuu tomioka x reader #giyuu tomioka #giyuu x reader #tomioka x reader #y/n #hashira #water hashira #demon slayer #demon slayer x reader #one shot #imagine #Kimetsu no Yaiba #Kimetsu no Yaiba x reader

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snowmist-hashira · 11 months

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Hello, there! I just read 'Acceptance' and I was really enjoying it! It's hard to find any Muichiro x reader that involves Yuichiro in it!

And, if you don't mind, may I request Muichiro x reader where the reader is a demon slayer/pillar like Muichiro, and Yuichiro still alive after he lost his arm? How Yuichiro would accept them will be harder because he lost both of his parents.. this time, Muichiro and y/n are not dating yet because she wants Yuichiro to accept her first (family first! Especially he is Muichiro's only family)

How Yuichiro accept y/n, when she was saving him from a demon and got injured to protect him. There, he knew how she actually genuinely care for him too and not only Muichiro!

Have a nice day:) (apologize, I put the request twice because of some mistakes. I hope you don't mind..)

[Chapter title: Protective bonds]

[Requested] Muichiro Tokitou x Reader

Wattpad: [KNY Fanfiction] (One shots) Tokito Muichiro x Reader Archive: Kimetsu No Yaiba: Tokitou Muichiro x Reader Master list: ♠ Information ♠ Word count: 2,521

Artist link: https://twitter.com/oekaki_eririn

I am open to requests for Muichiro x Reader content, and I also enjoy engaging in roleplays. If you're interested in either, please feel free to check out my pinned post for more information. ~ ♠ I think I enjoyed writing this one too much. I'm so sorry if it's too long! Hopefully I was able to relay the one shot properly. It's a little rush so forgive me- Protective bonds, Part 2: Balancing Harmony

Yuichiro's love and protectiveness towards his younger brother Muichiro were born out of a deep sense of responsibility and the understanding that they were all each other had left as family. Losing his arm in the process of saving his younger brother’s life only strengthened his determination to keep Muichiro safe and prevent anyone from taking advantage of him.

Yuichiro's role within the demon slayer headquarters allowed him to stay close to Muichiro and keep a watchful eye on him. He made sure to establish boundaries and discourage anyone who might try to exploit or harm his younger brother. While some might view his actions as overprotective, Yuichiro's intentions were always rooted in love and concern.

On the other hand, Muichiro appreciated his brother's efforts and understood that Yuichiro's actions were driven by a genuine desire to safeguard him. He recognized the sacrifices Yuichiro had made and respected his older brother's role as his protector. Their bond grew stronger as they relied on each other for emotional support and found solace in the fact that they had each other in a world filled with danger and uncertainty.

Yuichiro was used to these, just the two of them together. While he wasn’t physically battling with demons being with his younger brother was enough, always welcoming him back. The pattern was perfect, just the two of them.

However, Yuichiro's peaceful routine was disrupted when Y/n, the latest addition to the ranks of the Hashira, joined shortly after Mitsuri Kanroji. While that in itself was not a problem, what started to grate on him was Y/n's unmistakable infatuation with his younger brother.

Yuichiro couldn't help but feel a sense of annoyance and unease. While he understood that Y/n's intentions might be pure and innocent, he couldn't shake off the feeling of protectiveness and possessiveness he had towards his younger brother.

He noticed how Y/n made a conscious effort to communicate with Muichiro, talking to him every day between missions and even sometimes joining them for meals. Y/n's outgoing and friendly nature made it easy for her to blend in with the group, and everyone seemed to enjoy her presence. However, Yuichiro couldn't help but view her actions as a potential threat to the close bond he shared with Muichiro.

While Yuichiro recognized that his feelings might stem from his own insecurities and fear of losing his brother's attention, he couldn't easily dismiss them. He had spent so long protecting and shielding Muichiro from harm that the idea of someone else getting close to him made him uncomfortable; So, his tough act continues.

“Shouldn’t you be focusing on your missions, Y/n?” Yuichiro asked, his frown deepened as Y/n appeared on their porch in the early morning. He couldn't help but feel a sense of irritation about her constant presence around his younger brother. His protectiveness was evident in his gaze and the slight glares he directed towards Y/n.

“No worries, I’ll be on my way soon. I was just checking on Muichiro.” Y/n responded to his question with a cheerful tone, not one to be deterred by Yuichiro's demeanor.

“He doesn’t need your concern.” He responded harshly. He made it clear that he believed Muichiro didn't require anyone else's care or attention, including Y/n's. However, despite his clear words and cold demeanor, Y/n chose to respond with a smile, undeterred by Yuichiro's apparent rejection.

Y/n's persistent and cheerful attitude in the face of Yuichiro's resistance might have further irritated him. He had expected her to take his words to heart and back off, but her unwavering demeanor seemed to challenge his authority as the older brother.

As Y/n stood up from the porch, brushing off her skirt, she maintained her friendly disposition despite Yuichiro's cold and mean demeanor. She waved and smiled warmly at him, bidding him farewell before leaving.

“I’ll see you later, take care of yourself, Yuichiro-kun.” However, the older brother chose not to acknowledge her departure, turning away from her as her figure grew smaller in the distance.

A sigh of relief escaped his lips as he felt a sense of satisfaction in finally getting rid of Y/n, at least for the moment. His persistent protectiveness and discomfort with her presence had momentarily been alleviated as she walked away.

However, Yuichiro's irritation grew as Y/n returned after several hours, carrying a plastic bag that appeared to contain radishes upon closer inspection.

“I’m beginning to think that you’re just ditching your missions to visit here.” His expression clearly showed his displeasure at her persistent presence.

“Not at all, I just finished my mission and on the way a vendor was selling these fresh radishes.” Y/n laughed swaying her hands in denial, a light and playful demeanor.

“So?” Yuichiro, maintaining his cold and dismissive attitude, raised an eyebrow in response to Y/n's explanation, clearly unimpressed.

“It’s Muichiro-kun’s favorite food, right? Radish with miso soup?” Y/n answered, her tone carried a hint of uncertainty, indicating that she wasn't entirely sure about her answer.

“It’s called Furofuki Daikon.” Yuichiro snorted at her uncertainty and corrected her, a specific dish consisting of boiled and simmered radish. His frown deepened as he realized that Y/n and his younger brother had been communicating to the point of knowing such personal details about each other, including favorite foods.

She responded with a light-hearted nonchalant, “Is that so haha~” clearly undeterred by Yuichiro’s reaction. Her casual demeanor agitated Yuichiro, as it implied that their communication and connection went beyond what he was comfortable with.

Muichiro then came out from the residence, his appearance in his usual demon slayer uniform however instead of the usual long sleeves, he had a buttoned-up white collar t-shirt. He greeted Y/n; “Y/n, what brings you here?”

“Oh! Mui~” Y/n responded with a cheerful wave, and Yuichiro's irritation became even more apparent as she casually called his younger brother, to think that this girl was calling his younger brother by a nickname- “I brought you guys some radish! I remember that you liked them.”

Muichiro smiled taking the plastic in her grasp, “Thanks!” he smiled gratefully, accepting the plastic bag that Y/n held out to him. His appreciation for the gesture was evident, indicating that he genuinely enjoyed her thoughtfulness.

While Yuichiro might still feel uneasy about their growing connection, he could also observe the genuine happiness and gratitude on his younger brother's face. He shook his head, still remaining to be skeptical about her.

“Do you want to join us for dinner?” Muichiro asked, seeing as how Y/n showed her gratitude, it was the proper response.

Muichiro's invitation for Y/n to join them was met with Yuichiro's intense glare, even though Muichiro couldn't see his brother's expression from his position. The glare was usually something Muichiro would try to prevent as it held too much hostility.

Y/n, perceptive to Yuichiro's glare and the tension in the air but still chose to push forward. “I’d love to.” This only seemed to intensify Yuichiro's annoyance, causing his eyes to twitch in frustration.

‘This brat-‘ In Yuichiro's mind, his thoughts filled with frustration and irritation towards Y/n for persisting despite his clear disapproval.

As the dinner preparations began, it became apparent that Muichiro wasn't particularly skilled in culinary arts. On the other hand, Yuichiro, being the older brother, had experience in the kitchen and could function efficiently, even with the loss of his arm, albeit at a slightly slower pace.

Yuichiro didn't mind taking charge of cooking for his brother, as he had always done so in the past. However, the knowledge that Y/n was also going to contribute to the meal irritated him. He let out an exasperated sigh, his frown deepening as he prepared the ingredients.

For him, cooking for his younger brother was a way of showing his care and protection. He may have felt that Y/n's involvement in the kitchen undermined his role as the older brother and the sole caretaker. The thought of Y/n encroaching on this territory seemed to amplify his irritation and exacerbate his protective instincts.

As Yuichiro reached for the knife to begin chopping the radish, his hand was intercepted by another. He recognized the hand immediately, and his frown deepened as he realized it belonged to Y/n.

“I can do it myself.” His glare at Y/n intensified as she stood by his side, positioning the radish on the chopping board.

“I insist. I can do it instead.” This response seemed to irk Yuichiro even more, interpreting it as Y/n implying that he was incapable due to his missing arm. His frustration grew, and he was on the verge of saying something hurtful.

However, before he could utter any harsh words, Y/n continued. “It must be difficult to take care of yourself and Muichiro, especially that you two only have each other.” Her tone shifting to a more empathetic and understanding one.

The weight of Y/n's words momentarily broke through Yuichiro's initial anger, as he realized that she wasn't trying to belittle him but rather offering her support and understanding.

Yuichiro's widened eyes betrayed his surprise at the depth of Y/n's perception and understanding of their situation. However, he quickly averted his gaze, refusing to acknowledge or accept her understanding.

As he glanced down at Y/n's work, he couldn't help but notice her skill in the kitchen. Her chopping technique was efficient and precise, indicating that she had experience in culinary matters. This observation quietly shifted his perspective, causing him to acknowledge and appreciate her abilities.

With this newfound understanding, Yuichiro silently redirected his attention to preparing the miso soup. While he may still harbor reservations and concerns, he couldn't deny Y/n's competence in the kitchen. His acknowledgment of her skills demonstrated a subtle shift in his mindset, recognizing that her presence and contributions could indeed be valuable.

They sat down to share the meal, the tension between Yuichiro and Y/n remained evident, casting a shadow over their interactions. However, a subtle change could be observed in Yuichiro's expression. His gaze, though still guarded, held a slight softening, indicating a shift in his perception of Y/n.

While Yuichiro's words still carried a certain level of harshness, there was a discernible difference in the intensity of his hostility. It seemed to have lessened, suggesting that he might be gradually adapting to Y/n's presence and finding some level of acceptance, albeit reluctantly.

Shouldering the responsibility of taking care of the household needs, ventured downtown in the late evening to purchase groceries. The sun had already set, and the streets were quiet and sparsely populated.

As he made his way through the town, the dim streetlights provided a soft glow, casting long shadows along the sidewalks. Yuichiro's footsteps echoed faintly as he navigated the familiar streets, a sense of solitude accompanying him.

Once done, Yuichiro made his way back from the downtown area, carrying the groceries in his hands, he became increasingly aware of the darkening sky and the dimly lit streets. The moon's gentle glow provided a faint illumination, casting eerie shadows across the town.

Unbeknownst to Yuichiro, danger lurked nearby. As he neared a forested area, a feeling of unease began to settle over him. Suddenly, he heard a rustling sound coming from the trees, and his senses heightened as he realized he was being approached by a demon.

Yuichiro's grip on the grocery bags tightened as adrenaline surged through his veins. Memories of past encounters with demons flooded his mind. What can he, a normal civilian do?

Yuichiro's instinct to flee was quickly thwarted as the demon swiftly blocked his escape route. Panic surged through him, threatening to immobilize his thoughts and actions.

However, before the demon's claws could reach him, Y/n leaped into action, interjecting herself between Yuichiro and the menacing creature. Her swift kick caught the demon off guard, providing a momentary respite and creating a safe distance.

“Hey, you okay??” Y/n turned her worried gaze towards Yuichiro, concern evident in her voice.

“I’m… I’m fine.” He snapped out of his initial shock. Breathing heavily, he nodded in acknowledgment.

The clash between Y/n and the demon ensued, their movements were swift and precise. Y/n skillfully parried the demon's attacks, her movements guided by a mixture of training and instinct.

Finally, Y/n seized an opening, delivering a decisive strike that ended the battle. The demon's head rolled to the ground; its malevolent presence extinguished. The immediate threat had been eliminated.

“No wonder…” Y/n mumbled, observing the surroundings she realized that this area was typically considered safe from demon activity. It puzzled her how this particular demon had managed to slip through the defense mechanisms and find its way into the town but it seemed like this demon had dozens several of humans, hence being able even to injure her.

“H-Hey! Your arm, it’s bleeding!” Yuichiro's concern deepened as he observed the blood flowing from Y/n's injured arm. He stepped closer, reaching out with a sense of urgency.

"It's fine, really," she said, attempting to dismiss the seriousness of the situation. "I've had worse. We should focus on making sure you're okay."

“You’re obviously not fine, why the hell are you being persistent? You should focus on yourself-“

“My priority is your health. You’re Muichiro’s older brother and remaining family. Of course, we should tend you first. It’s a good thing, I passed by. Muichiro would be devastated to lose you.”

Yuichiro was taken aback by Y/n's firm words, her sincerity penetrating through his defenses. Her genuine concern for him and her reminder of Muichiro's attachment to him struck a chord deep within his heart. He realized that his persistent focus on protecting his brother had blinded him to the fact that others cared for his well-being as well and Y/n saw through it.

As he gazed into Y/n's eyes, he saw a deep and genuine concern, along with an undeniable sincerity. Gradually, his initial reluctance melted away, replaced by a growing sense of gratitude and acceptance. In that moment, he realized that her care and worry extended not only to Muichiro, but also to him. It became clear that her feelings were genuine and heartfelt, and he couldn't help but feel touched by her genuine care for both of them.

"Thank you," he murmured, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. In that moment, his usual stoic expression softened, revealing a glimpse of what almost looks like Muichiro's innocence. Y/n couldn't help but be captivated by this rare sight, her eyes widening in awe.

"You and Muichiro truly are twins," she remarked casually, observing his expression. However, Yuichiro's reaction was immediate, flinching and quickly averting his gaze. He dismissed her comment with a dismissive response.

"What the hell are you even talking about..." he muttered, trying to mask the slight fluster that had overtaken him.

Perhaps this wasn't such a bad thing after all. Yuichiro couldn't help but understand why his younger brother had developed feelings for Y/n. She remained genuine and kind towards them, and he couldn't find any reason to reject her presence in their lives. In fact, he believed that having her around could bring positivity and potentially shape Muichiro's future in a meaningful way.

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certifiedsev · 1 year

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•Tanjiro x reader one shot•

fluff fic i wrote at 2 a.m

Tanjiro stumbled into the nursing room, his breathing constricted and his clothes torn and ripped. He collapsed onto the bed, groaning in pain as he tightly clutched his side.

His girlfriend, y/n, rushed over to him, concern drawn on her face. She was a fellow demon slayer who also doubled as a nurse on her off days for the corp, and has been dating Tanjiro for several months. She knew way too well the dangers of their line of work.

“Tanjiro, what happened?" she asked, her voice gentle and soothing.

"I got injured while fighting some low rank demon in battle," Tanjiro said through gritted teeth. "But I'll be okay. It's not too bad."

You could see the pain illustrated on his face and the sweat seeping from his forehead. You quickly got to work, tending to his injuries while making him feel as comfortable as possible.

As y/n worked, she kept up a constant conversation with Tanjiro, trying to keep his mind off of his injuries. She talked about their past battles, their training, and even their plans for the future. Tanjiro listened, his eyes closed as he leaned into her warm touch.

You couldn't help but feel a slight feeling of sorrow for Tanjiro as you seen how distressed his injuries made him. You had always admired his strength and determination, but seeing him vulnerable like this made your heart ache.

Y/n found herself wanting to hold him close, hoping by some miracle, that she could instantly take away his pain.

As the night progressed, Tanjiro's pain began to subside, and he fell into a restless sleep. You stayed by his side, watching over him, with your hand resting on his chest feeling his steady heartbeat. You laid next to him, mimicking his breathing pattern with your own. Before you knew it, your eyes began to close and you drifted off into a light sleep next to him.

The following morning, you awake before Tanjiro and decided to sit up on the bed and read as you waited for him to wake up. Once he did, he instantly turned towards you, looking you directly in your eyes, as a small smile displayed from his lips.

"Thank you, for taking care of me and everything ," he said, his morning voice in a raspy whisper.

You leaned over and gave him a soft, gentle kiss, feeling his arms wrap around you in return.

"Of course, my love," You said, smiling. "You know i’ll always be here to help you”.

Tanjiro began to get up, his wounds only barley healed. You insist for him to lay down and get more rest but he assures you he’s fine (even though we all know he’s not, he literally just got patched up last night but anyways).

"I couldn't have made it through last night without you”. Tanjiro says turning towards you. “ And I just want you to know that I'm so grateful for you."

This made your heart surge with emotions. “I’m just doing my job”, you say in a soft joking tone.

“Y/n-“, Tanjiro starts but pauses for a moment.

He sighs and continues in a steady tone, “I love you”.

You look over at him with a gentle smile, your heart pounding and your face lightly blushing. “I love you too, Tanjiro”, You respond.

Tanjiro's face lit up with joy. He pulled you in close and kissed you passionately, feeling immediate satisfaction as his arms wrapped around you tightly.

#tanjiro kimetsu no yaiba #tanjiro angst #tanjiro x y/n #tanjiro fluff #demon slayer tanjiro #tanjiro smut #kimetsu tanjiro #tanjiro x reader #tanjiro x you #demon slayer #one shot #yandere tanjiro #tanjiro kamado

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peachdues · 30 days

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help me I’m falling in love with my bad boy!Sanemi AU

#he’s a gang member in this #reader owns a bookstore #maybe I can turn this into a mini series of interconnected one shots #his self loathing is so yummy #sanemi shinazugawa #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny fanfic

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livelaughlovekny · 11 months

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Braiding Muichirou's hair

His hair flew and splayed across his face for what must have been the fourteenth time in the past hour. The long locks clung onto his face, obscuring his vision, rendering him unable to see his opponent clearly. In this case, it was you.

Unable to hold it back anymore, you laugh. His exasperated face and frustration towards his hair was too much for you. It was rare for him to express his emotions and thoughts, even then nothing much would change. Muichirou’s eyebrows dipped down ever so slightly and an irritated sigh escaped his lips as he struggled to tame his hair in the wild wind that kept blowing against it.

“Honestly, how are you even alive, much less a Hashira, when your hair is constantly preventing you from fighting properly?” You laughed as you rummaged through your pockets. Muichirou gives you a flat look as he responds, “I encounter pathetic demons.” Noticing your actions, he asks “What are you doing? We’re training.”

You fish out a hair tie. “I know but wouldn’t it be more productive if your hair was tied up instead of interrupting our training every other minute?” He stares at the hair tie for a moment before taking it. He pauses again and stares at the object. Muichirou looks back up at you. “How do you use this again?”

Used to this, you simply smile and take the hair tie without questioning how one could forget how to use such a simple object. Walking behind him, you’re suddenly struck with the realisation that you’re about to not only touch but also tie the great Mist Hashira’s hair. Oh my, the possibilities are endless. How would he look with pigtails? Surely his baby face would fit that hairstyle perfectly. “Hey, do you have any idea on what hairstyle you want?”

Muichirou mused a little. “There’s more than one hairstyle…? I have no preference. Do whatever you want but make it quick.” Taking out another hair tie, you started your new mission.

First, you had to separate his hair into six. You were a little apprehensive that you would have to spend a few minutes combing his hair and much to your surprise, his hair was as smooth as (as a baby’s butt) silk. How did this forgetful baby who trained so rigorously and constantly have hair you bet were smoother than Uzui’s? Entertaining the thought of informing the flashy Hashira his hair care was incomparable to Muichirou immediately ended when you thought of how he would most definitely question how you knew and throw a fit. It was not worth it, you would have to find another thing to poke fun at him.

After making sure Muichirou’s hair was separated evenly into six, you moved onto braiding the first braid. Would a tight and thin braid suit him? Picturing the image in your head, you decided looser and thicker braids would suit him more; though not as thick as the Love Hashira’s. Carefully but efficiently braiding his hair, you did your best not to tug too hard to cause him pain. Though you were quite sure that that pain would only be considered as a fleeting feeling to him.

Moving onto the next braid, you realise how close you are to seeing Muichirou with pigtails. The sudden rush of anticipation caused you to braid his hair much faster, though of course you ensured that it was as neat and perfect as its twin. After tying up the end of his second braid, you hurriedly took a few steps back to admire your masterpiece before rushing to look at the front view.

He looked at you blankly yet somewhat expectantly.

“Well? Are you done?”

“Oh my gosh, you look adorable! Give me a twirl so I can see my masterpiece in action!” Seeing how unimpressed and slightly disgusted he looked, you corrected your last sentence. “I meant, move around so we know whether or not this hairstyle is functional.” Getting up, Muichirou picked up his sword and performed a forward slash and spun around. He paused and thought a little. “So what do you think? I think it looks cute, I mean, functional.”

“...It feels heavy. Could we try other styles?” What. Did he just give you permission to (play) tie his hair again? You reigned in your excitement before responding. “Of course.” You fished out a few more hair ties. Muichirou studied your actions. “Why do you have so many…hair ties?”

“I always lose them but that’s not important. Sit down, let’s get started.”

a/n: i feel so embarrassed. i never really promised/swore never to write fanfics again to myself (it's been more than a year since i wrote a fanfic) but this just so sudden and rushed. i might come back to this and polish it. still, thank you so much for reading my re-debut rushed drabble!

#demonslayer #kny #kny fanfic #kny x reader #tokitou muichirou #demon slayer #muichiro tokito #kimetsu no yaiba #fluff #one shot #drabble #kny fluff #muichirou x reader #tokito muichiro x reader #muichiro x y/n #muichiro x reader #reader insert

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meowzfordayz · 4 months

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helplessly-in-love

Author’s Note: thanks for embarking on this lil helpless-friends-to-lovers journey w/ me. 🤗

helplessly-in-love

Rengoku Kyojuro x Reader

Word Count: ~900

CW: none

they’re-both-so-helpless, emphasis-on-helpless

~faqs~

“Hey…”

“... hi!”

You can’t help but chuckle, an awkward smile that reminds Kyojuro of Home brightening your eyes. He sticks out his hand, a solemn expression on his face when you shake it, voice as serious as ever as he declares:

“Just so you are aware, you have officially agreed to be my romantic partner.”

“Kyojuro!” you exclaim, jaw dropping, cheeks hot, “I didn’t- You didn’t- We can’t-”

“-but we can! And we are!” he interrupts cheerfully, gaze twinkling mischievously, “Or is that not why you agreed to meet me?”

“I dunno,” you stammer, blinking quickly, hand burning as you realize you’re still clutching his fingers, snatching it away with an apologetic grimace, “I thought maybe this was the part where you tell me Haha so funny or Sorry, I was drunk when I snapped you or I changed my mind?! or-”

“Sweetheart,” Kyojuro murmurs, a husky, adoring title that halts you in your tracks, already missing the familiarity of his hand in yours, “I would never offer my sentiments flippantly.”

Your pulse stutters, head tilting with confusion. He watches you carefully, resisting the tender urge to cup your hands in his palms and press them to his chest. You swallow thickly, clearing your throat once. Twice. The corner of Kyojuro’s mouth twitches. You scowl, playful distraction scattering the haze in your vision as you huff.

“Oh nice Kyojuro,” arms crossing teasingly, “How kind of you to giggle at me after short circuiting my brain.”

“I am capable of such a feat?” he asks, smug grin informing you that his question is very hypothetical, “Do you remember your first impression of me?”

You nod slowly, gears struggling to shift at his unexpected tangent.

“I remember mine of you. Whenever I get to see you, I feel like I am simultaneously discovering something wonderfully new while also feeling a gentle sense of solace. You are the crackling embers I return to at the end of a weary, darkened day. And I love you.’

“Kyojuro… is the cafe really exhausting you that much?” you blurt, both concerned and stepsiding his explicit confession, “I can come and buy all of your baked goods or something. Whatever helps. So you don’t have to work as hard and worry about not selling enough stuff.”

Kyojuro laughs. A hearty, enraptured sound of devotion and exasperation. You narrowly avoid gasping when he swiftly grabs and covers your hands with his own, tugging them sweaty and nervous to his sternum. His eyes peer steadily into yours, your favorite color of sunset framed by unfairly long lashes, gleaming more fervently than you thought possible. You feel his breath as he raises your knuckles to his lips, kissing them lightly, smoothing the slightest tremor in your grip.

“They said I should tell you,” you admit, a rushed revelation as you melt in the fruition of your fantasy-becoming-reality.

“Oh?” his brow quirks, delighted in your acceptance of his touch, “Tell me what?”

“Mitsuri and Shinobu,” you squeak, “They said I should tell you that Iloveyou.”

“Tengen gave me a similar earful,” Kyojuro hums knowingly, “Although,” volume lowering as he rasps, “I did not catch your last word.”

You gulp, the extent of his affection and your flustered demeanor finally registering. Rengoku Kyojuro loves me you inhale deeply, allowing yourself to perceive the roughness of his callouses against the backs of your hands, jolting from your daze into the present tension as you notice the subtle doubt lingering in his pupils. And I…

“I love you.”

Your reciprocation is soft. Feathery. Grounded in the delicate caress of your fingertips stroking over his heart, matching the relieved exhale of fear from his shoulders.

“You love me!” Kyojuro beams, “I love you!”

With a happy squeal, you give into gravity, arms hugging tightly around him as he promptly lifts and spins you. We’re helpless you think, months of waiting and wanting obvious in how eagerly he holds you; in how resolutely he embraces you. Helplessly in love he thinks, the racing of your heartbeat almost audible; the shine in your eyes illuminating his heart on your sleeve.

“Your friend stopped by yesterday,” Kyojuro remarks. “[y/n]?” Mitsuri perks up, contriving glint in her stare. Uh oh Kyojuro freezes, recognizing his error too little too late. “Do you like them?” Mitsuri chirps—demands—excited now. “Pardon?” Kyojuro’s attempt at innocence is abysmal at best. “They aren’t my number one friend on Snapchat anymore… I think you might like each other!!!!!” “Huh…?” Even as his ears redden, turning swiftly to the espresso machine, feigning oblivion to the careful manner with which Mitsuri watches him. — Winter settles in, as does the yearning, Mitsuri’s prying at the forefront of his mind every time the bell on his cafe’s door jingles, your welcomed presence filling his lungs as he greets you. Again. And again.

5:02PM Kyojuro: I love you.

5:08PM [y/n]: ???

5:08PM Kyojuro: I apologize.

5:09PM [y/n]: DON’T DO THAT 🤯😖😭

5:11PM Kyojuro: Do not love you, or do not apologize for loving you?

5:11PM [y/n]: bgriludhgou;sbjgs

5:11PM [y/n]: KYOJURO 🥴

5:12PM [y/n]: meet me 2mro? we can go for a walk

5:13PM [y/n]: hullooooo??

5:25PM Kyojuro: Alright. ❤️

5:26PM [y/n]: it’s a date 😉

#kyojuro rengoku #rengoku kyojuro #kyojuro x reader #rengoku x reader #flame hashira #one shot #modern au #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer

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komoboko · 23 days

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sanemi shinazugawa x gn!reader ・major manga spoilers ・heavy angst ・hurt no comfort ・major character death (reader) ・can be read as platonic or romantic

Ignore how i forgot to write.. muichiro is next on my angst hit-list

Shinazugawa has never been able to properly handle grief in his life.

Not that he hasn’t experienced grief, it’s been something that’s been torturing him throughout his entire life. Starting from a young age even up until the presence he never was able to properly heal or to ever express how he feels. Sanemi’s emotional response has been broken ever since the start. Despite his overwhelming issue, sanemi copes by pushing the blame and pushing his emotions to the problem. Swallowing down any agony he feels and channeling that into anger, and every time the perpetrator is the same every single time.

Demons. A force of nature foreign to the land only brought to bring destruction, pain and sufferings. Sanemi absolutely hated demons. There’s many things around him that cause him agony but nothing could ever surpass the torture that demons have brought to his life. Maybe it’s punishments for the acts he’s committed but the people that demons have slaughtered and taken away from him were innocent. They had done nothing to deserve their fate, and sanemi can’t help but blame himself.

When you came into his life sanemi tried to push you away. He didn’t mind his presence but he knew the risk of letting others get closed to him. He thought you would get the memo soon enough and just give up on him, decide he was a lost cause. He was more than surprised when you proved him wrong. You stayed with him even after his attempts to try and push you away. He was still himself, quite brash with his less than kind words but you could tell he was starting to lean in. Breaking down the walls he put up and deciding to embrace your presence instead of pushing you away again.

The more you stick around with him the better he began to feel. While it was hard to tell, you could see how much he was really beginning to get comfortable with you. You taught him how to heal.

“It’s okay for you to not be okay you know? You really don’t have to always suck it up.” You blurt out looking down at your feet as you sit on the bench with Sanemi right by your side. He only looks up at you after you say that as his eyes shine with confusion.

He opens his mouth to object but no words come out. He takes a beat trying to think of what to say as he continues to look towards your direction. You take his silence as another opening to continue your point.

“I know you’ve gone through alot and i know your learning to move on but you can never recover bottling up your feelings like that.” You say continuing on with you point. “Think of it likes this, your experience are like an open wound and those hurt. You can leave them alone to close alone but that will take more time and more pain. Or you can treat them, releasing the pain and speeding up the healing process much quicker.”

Sanemi stares at you before he scoffs, looking away as. “Wounds can still become scars.” He mutters as your eyes drift back over to look at his.

“Yeah, just because scars don’t go away doesn’t mean they never have healed before.” You reply seeing Sanemi’s face soften looking back at you once more. “Whatever you say.” he mumbles as you chuckle at his reply.

Sanemi’s memories flash seeing this moment happen in his mind once again. His senses beginning to come back to him as he feels a hand pressing against his chest, he assumes it’s somebody preforming CPR. His ears ring as he can begin to hear multiple people yelling. He hears somebody say, “SHINAZUGAWA HAS A PULSE!” while others feet run across the ground. His hand twitches as his nerves begin to act and his body aches in pain. He’s so tired, so weary almost delirious as to what was even happening around him. Not making an effort to open his eyes until he can remember what was happening.

The sun still reflected down on his body as it rises up again. Ah, he remembers now. The final battle, a raging war against the creator of all the suffering that’s ever happen to him of any other. It was painful, full of agony as he can only remember his adrenaline and the pain rushing through his body as he overworked himself. Destined to keep fighting no matter what happened. No matter what.

Sanemi stayed still trying to awaken himself listen in on his surroundings, he feels others shaking him to wake up again and he nearly believes he should but he thinks it would be fine if he layed here awhile longer. He lays motionless until he hears the panic and distress of others around him as a kakushi yells “THEIR HEART IS SLOWING DOWN, WE NEED MEDICAL ASSISTANCE!” Sanemi’s heart nearly stops himself as his body shoots up on instinct. The kakushi who surrounded him yell out at him awakening so suddenly as he watches more rush past him. His body feeling sick and weak as his hands begin to tremble.

Slowly he finds the strength to stand up, turning his head as his eyes widen and his blood stops. He sees your body as you lay motionless, many people surround you trying to at least get you to wake up. Your body was mutilated as it seems you got a direct hit from a bad attack. He only realizes how bad it was when he sees two swords laying next to your right arm. Shinazugawa stumbles walking over towards you to get a clear view as tears threaten to drop. The moment he stands over you guilt consumes him when he sees not only your sword but his sword lying next to yours. He gets down on his knees to sit next to your body as the kakushi around only back away. One sticking around just for a moment to whisper in your ear “I’m sorry for your loss.”

Sanemi stares at your body with guilt taking over his senses. He feels sick seeing your state as he has to restrain himself feeling his body want to gag. His arms wrap around your body bringing you into a makeshift hug as he cradles your form. It doesn’t take long after that for him to fully break down. Tears flow out of his eyes like rivers as he nearly begs for you to wake up, hoping you somehow will hear his pitiful pleas and return. Return back to the corps. Return back to him.

He can’t help but return to some old habits and have some form of anger to the problem, even if it didn’t exist anymore. Demons took everything away from him. His mother, his siblings, his friends, Genya and now you too. While he may of gotten his revenge, finally getting and bringing justice to the victims of this attack he still doesn’t feel whole.

He knows you told him that he must heal, to release his emotions and be human, and he’s trying. Sanemi even succeeded in following your teaching. Even if he’s starting the healing process. Sanemi doesn’t think he will ever recover.

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kyojurismo · 1 year

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Hii! Can I have an emergency request? I sprained my ankle trying to build a bed frame with my sister and i was wondering if I could have (aged up) genya smut alphabet?

▸ ANSWERING. hello anon! i’m sorry about your ankle ): i hope you’re feeling better. i had trouble posting it, that’s why i’m in delay lol. it was my first time writing a nsfw alphabet, i hope it doesn’t suck. thank you for the request <3

▸ FANDOM. kimetsu no yaiba

▸ CHARACTERS. genya shinazugawa x fem!reader

▸ RATING. nsfw

▸ WARNINGS. aged up genya, smut, oral sex, mention of unprotected sex, doggy style, mention of sex toys, masturbation, choking, overstimulation, lemme know it i forgot something + not proofread

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

genya gets pretty excited and feral during sex, but when you’re both satisfied with your activities he showers you with love and so much care. he carefully cleans you up, takes you water or food if you want, etc. he loves cuddling after sex, feeling your body close to his relaxes him and sometimes he would even spend the whole time resting his head on your chest, caressing your hips slowly while you caress his messy hair.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's)

genya plus boobs equals love. seriously, he loves your boobs. in a way or another he’s gonna touch and kiss ‘em. you have to push him away. he loves when you are on top because he can keep his hand on your chest and grope at your breasts while you ride him.

when we’re talking about him though, i’m sure he appreciates his hands and his abs. he likes to show them off to you, that’s why he usually walk around your house wearing only his pants. he loves to wrap his hand around your neck because he knows how much it turns you on. don’t even get me started when he’s eating you out and his hands are holding your thighs.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

genya lives to make you cum. he’s always so eager when his head is between your legs, he needs to taste you so bad and keeps going even after the third orgasm because “i need more baby… i’m fucking starving,” he literally grunts against your wet slit, clit throbbing and tingling due to the never ending stimulation.

sometimes, he prefers cumming all over your pussy. his fingers then start spreading his semen around, before touching your clit. genya smirks like a possessed man noticing how it actually pleasures you.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

genya adores when you masturbate, he even provides you a cushion so he can watch you ride it as you desperately seek your release. your desperate moans and the way your eyes rolls back, genya is sure you’re the most beautiful creature he has ever seen.

“shit, baby– you’re so beautiful like this.”

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

i like to think that you were his first but he’s a fast learner, so after a couple of times genya knew his way with you. he learned what you like and what you don’t, what things turn you on, and he’s damn good.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

genya enjoys missionary so he can watch your face showing how much your enjoying it, but it works for when you’re on top too.

he’s a demon slayer and stress is always right behind the corner, so sometimes he would simply need a good fuck. face pressed into the mattress, ass up, back arched and it’s over for you. the way his tip repeatedly hits your cervix, his girth stretching you out so good, he even spanks you a couple of times, drooling at the sight of it wiggling.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

i think genya is pretty serious in bed. if you were inexperienced in the beginning he would try to ease the tension by making you laugh, but other than that he takes it really seriously.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

let’s be honest, before starting to have sex he was pretty careless about trimming it or not. he’s super clean none the less! so we can say that the choice is up to you, he lets you have it however you like it.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

you want it vanilla? genya will repeatedly kiss your face, hold your hands, caress your hips and your thighs, whisper sweet words into your ear while he gently thrusts into you.

rough sex? get ready to hear him curse and alternate praising to degradation and viceversa.

find you a man who can do both <3

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

he prefers being with you, so he’s not a big fan of jacking off. but if you’re away for longer than expected he would find some privacy and masturbate, thinking about your body, the way you clench around him when you’re close, when you pull at his hair when he’s hungrily lapping at your cunt the way you cry his name while gushing around his fingers or cock.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

choking. both giving and receiving. he moans so loud when you happen to wrap your hand around his neck and give it a squeeze while you’re riding him.

praising kink because he needs to know that he’s making you feel good and it gets straight to his dick. you noticed him rutting in the sheets while licking and sucking your cunt, you whining on top of him.

“genya, baby… oh fuck! you’re being so good, it feels amazing! please don’t stop, don’t—“ you get the point.

i know that he goes feral and his cock starts twitching if you call him “daddy” while getting fucked by him. i just know that.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

genya prefers keeping it private, your room or his room it doesn’t matter. but he loves when you two do it on his futon because it will have all your sweet perfume on it and would help him sleep when you’re not here.

if he really can’t wait, expect to be grabbed and pushed into a discarded corridor of the butterfly estate or maybe if you’re outside and he notices “private” spot he would surely take you there.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

as i said, genya desires to satisfy you. he wants to see how your face contorts while he’s pleasuring you and the way you squirm and arch your back, wants to hear the beautiful sounds escaping your lips.

i think he has a high sex drive, so he can function for many rounds. at the end of the night you’re totally spent, you probably feel like you’re floating.

N = No (something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

do anything that could possibly hurt you. i mean, a few spanks and a light bit of choking is always included (if you’re okay with it of course) but he would keep it safe. that doesn’t mean that genya’s not up to try new things.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

genya is a giver, so he will always eagerly eat you out. in the beginning he was a bit sloppy but he learned quickly.

if you want to take care of him tho, he would gladly sit down and let you have your way. he would try to keep his eyes focused on you, his hands gently holding your hair while he thrusts inside your mouth.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

find you a man who can do both. that man is genya. it depends on the day, but he can switch without problem if you feel like it (:

in the beginning, genya kept his pace slow a bit scared of going to far ngl, but with a bit of communication things changed and he even got more confident.

genya loves showing off his skills, or maybe something new he learned and would surely pin you down and let you take it, but if he sees you’re uncomfortable or something he would stop right away.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

we all know that he’s busy with demon slayer duties, so of course there won’t always be time to take things slow and enjoy the moment to the fullest, y’know? that’s when genya is in for a quick round.

he would put your pleasure first nonetheless, he would never leave you unsatisfied.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

as i said, genya is willing to experiment new things in bed, but is he risky? i don’t think so, or at least if we’re talking about pretty dangerous stuff. he would listen to your propositions tho and try things out.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

genya can go for five full rounds, remember that he’s well trained. it’s up to you if you can keep up with him (; he can last long, but i think this too depends on his training as a demon slayer (we’re talking about people who can stop bleeding with their breathing..)

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?

[modern au]

i don’t think genya would personally own any, but he knows them and is familiar with yours. he uses them on you sometimes, he enjoys watching you squirm while he thrusts into you and keep the vibe on your puffy clit, your sweet moans filling the whole room.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

i don’t think he would tease you that much, but when he wants you to be in charge he silently hope you would tease him a lot, and you love to do so because the way he whimpers is priceless.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

grunts straight into your ear. he’s not timid, he moans without shame because he knows you love when he’s loud. he used to blush a lot in the beginning though (;

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

um well… he overstimulates you when he’s eating you out so you’ll grab his hair and try to push him away while squirming and whining desperately, unable to handle the pleasure. that way he’s just grab your thighs, holding you down and let you cum again on his tongue, with tears streaming down your cheeks and trembling legs.

X = X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)

genya has a muscular body, we all know that. the way he is capable of keeping you in his arms while he fucks you against the wall 😮‍💨

but we’re not here for that i guess… he’s big alright, his shaft is long. he’s pretty thick too

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

as i said earlier, HIGH. genya wants to take you whenever he can, but will respect your boundaries of course. but if it’s okay for you, he will go on. he even begs for you, genya is desperate. and the way he gets feral? can’t have enough of you, you literally have to push him away, even kick him.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

genya doesn’t fall asleep quickly, he doesn’t feel that much exhausted let’s be honest. but he would lie down with you, cuddle with you, and kissing you as he whispers how much he loves you. only once you fall asleep he would try to close his eyes and sleep too.

▸ BEFORE LEAVING. reblog and comments are super appreciated. thank you so much for reading !!! <3

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antipup · 1 year

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sanemi x fem!reader..

summary ; 4k+ smut, brief fluff, slither of angst, au, sanemi is kinda a gamer, reader is a sweet gf.. idk what this really is, just filth but enjoy ♡

warnings ; 18+ only, minors dni. use protection, always practice safe sex and safe kink play! mentions of starting a family, breeding, creampie, roughness, size kink?, spitting, harsh words, degrading, praise, humiliation, dirty talk. note, paragraphs in italics are flashbacks

home, everything here felt so snug and peaceful, the low hum of the television on in the background whilst you placed some new trinkets upon the bookshelf to the side of the room, a new photo frame, and a couple fresh succulents you had repot into their cute new planters you painted just yesterday, now spending the late hours of the sunday lounging around.

it was coming up on the third year that you, and your long-term boyfriend, sanemi, had moved into an apartment in the city together.

even at the time, it was an easy choice and one that felt so natural. of course, you both had things you were leaving behind back in your town, for yourself it was your previous job and loved ones, for sanemi it was genya- even though the younger brother of the two insisted he would be fine, having just started college and found a roommate named tanjiro, who seemed more than pleasant.

sanemi was always the sweetest and gentlest soul when it came to family, sure, he had subtle ways of showing it since he was rather reserved when displaying emotions but that doesn't mean he is incapable- you saw and felt his affection every single day, tenfold.

this cough was not letting up, you swore you could feel your ribs rattling with every rasp, the worst was that it had even woken you up an hour before work- when you needed all the hours of rest you could get, but of course, your body had other plans.

you curled up, clenching your stomach as you sputtered out, an uncomfortable itchy sensation in your throat every time your coughing settled down.

faint grumbling sounds beside you made you hold your breath in hopes to quieten yourself, you winced, knowing you had woken up your boyfriend, “m’sorry.” you croaked out.

your heart dropped when you heard the bed creak, the mattress lifting a little as sanemi sighed and pushed himself out of bed, the faint sounds of his footsteps dispersing as he left the room.

anxiety bubbled in your stomach, the day had barely even started and you wanted the sheets to swallow you whole and have a redo of the morning.

sanemi wasn’t much of a morning person so he was easy to irritate but you felt especially guilty when you recalled that he had an online webcam interview in a couple hours- you had helped him pick a new suit out and everything. even helped soothe any doubts and hesitation he had.

you spent the next ten or so minutes with your head ducked under the cover until you found enough strength, physically and mentally to step out of bed, maybe get a shower to wake up since you knew you couldn’t manage falling back asleep.

“what are you doing?” your head whipped around to the sound of sanemi’s gruff morning voice as he stood by the doorway in a pair of loose grey sweats, “need a shower.” you mustered up an audible mumble from your throat, which was very much burning, rubbing your arm to comfort yourself.

you couldn’t really make out the expression on your boyfriend's face, what with the curtains still pulled shut and no lights on, whatever sickness had its grip on you was also making you lightheaded, which didn’t help.

“don’t be stupid.” he scoffed, “you woke me up with how much you were coughing.” he shook his head, walking around to your side of the bed and pushing you down by your shoulders, “how did you even get sick?”

you frowned, the sound of irritation in his tone made your eyes sting with tears, “don’t know..” your voice came out weak and you looked down at your lap, “i’m sorry, i know it’s not a good day, i don’t wanna stress you—“ sanemi cut you off, stepping back, “stop that.” he grumbled, arms crossing over his bare chest. you looked up and noticed the medicine in his hand, and a bottle of water on the nightstand too.

“i’m not mad because you got sick- well i am, you should be looking after yourself,” he tutted before continuing, “we just have to get you better, it’s not gonna help if you’re not resting.”

your bottom lip quivered a little, “oh..” you sighed in relief before shaking your head, “but work—“ sanemi cut you off, his fingers squishing at your cheeks to push your mouth open, placing the medicine on your tongue before he cracked open the cap on the water, making an encouraging ‘ahh’ sound and letting you swallow the medicine down easily, “no work,” he set the bottle back down.

“i already left your boss a message, it’s not like you’ve taken a sick day much at all this year anyway so i’d like to see him try and get on your ass for it.” he shrugged, gesturing for you to lay back down, already tugging the sheets over your body.

“i wanted to make us breakfast before we both had to leave,” you jutted your bottom lip out in a pout, “your favorites for good luck for the interview.”

“i can make us breakfast.” he shrugged and you shook your head adamantly, “no, you should be getting ready for the interview.” you told him.

sanemi huffed, feeling stumped until he spoke up again, “okay.. well, how about i order us some breakfast, and in the meantime, you help me make sure i don’t fuck it all up?” he suggested, chewing on the inside of his cheek nervously. you already nodded by the time he mentioned ordering breakfast for the both of you and comforting him was a given.

you sat up, patting the space before you sat up, sanemi crawling back into bed beside you, snuggling his arms around your waist and your hands found their way into his icy-toned hair, “you’re gonna do so good! you’ll kill it, remember what we practiced?”

the two of you spent the morning sharing your delivered breakfast and comforting each other, soothing a nervous sanemi whilst he rubbed your back every time you coughed, pushing your head against his neck and laying sweet fluttering kisses on your flushed skin until he needed to get himself dressed and situated in front of his computer for the interview, promising that it wouldn’t take too long and he’d run you a bath once it was wrapped up.

you couldn’t find sleep again that morning, cough keeping you awake and you were eager to know how sanemi found his interview. “they offered me the job on the spot!” sanemi burst into the room, sliding on his socks and nearly losing his balance- if you could’ve screamed you would’ve, excitedly bouncing in your spot on the bed as your arms flew open in joy, sanemi rushing over to engulf you in a hug, “i told you they’d love you baby.” you cooed.

sanemi only leaned back from the hug so he could cup your face, pressing firm kisses around all of your features until he caught you in a gentle kiss, seconds going slow as the two of you enjoyed each other's closeness, your cheeks feeling so warm you couldn’t tell if it was because you were sick or how his lips pressed plush against your own, tasting the vanilla chapstick that you spread on his lips this morning, “i love you but you’re gonna get sick if you do that.” you pulled away ever so slightly, scrunching your nose in delight.

“nah, i’m tough.” he told you confidently, puffing out his chest as if to help prove his point, making you burst out laughing, "mhm, my big tough sweetheart." you cooed teasingly as your hands reached out to pinch his cheek, his own hands flying up to swat you away like a pesky fly, seeing the warmth rising in his cheeks, "now, how about that bath?" you tilted your head.

you yelped in surprise when you felt his arms swooping under your legs, the room spinning a little as he stood up on his feet, firm grasp on you, "did you get sick just so i'd have to run around after you all day? so you'd get my attention?" he scowled playfully, "you're such a pain."

sanemi was the one.

you couldn’t help your mind often drifting off into the thought of your own little family, only to shake your head rid of the daydream and feel guilty afterward. It wasn't like it was unreasonable to want children, and you knew sanemi wasn't ever opposed to the idea, but the thought of even discussing it with him was daunting, butterflies whirling around your tummy in anxiety- you hadn't even married yet, you had to remind yourself, so you settled on sweet little daydreams and wishes for the future, knowing one day it would be reality.

the thought of little kids running around your homely apartment, attached to sanemi's hip, or cuddled up under his arm in bed made your insides flutter, tiny fireworks sputtering under your skin and setting it alight as you envisioned it all.

you glanced towards the bedroom, hearing cursing and keyboard clicks as you approached, the door creaking open with a simple push. you could always come in and out of the room, as you pleased, sanemi was always fully immersed on the pixels in front of him when he was playing, and often you found yourself wandering in, checking on him when he spent hours on the weekend in front of his double monitors, nonsensical call outs to his online teammates in whichever game had his attention nowadays.

you didn't mind, you both lived together and found plenty of time to spend in each other's company, even if it was in silence it was always the comfortable kind, barely ever had either of you felt something was lacking and if you ever did you knew you could try and work things out. you always valued communication, sure, sometimes it was a guessing game with sanemi but he would never go so low as to become petty with arguing or ignoring you.

you felt his shoulders jump a little when your fingers found place at his nape, dragging up to tangle the digits into his pale strands of hair, repeating the comforting motion as he relaxed his tense muscles, you even noticed his tone becoming collected rather than roused as he usually was when his fingers clattered against various keys and voice boomed down the microphone that hung above his monitors.

"you okay?" he spoke up, eyes still locked on the screen in front of him, "mhm." you hummed, leaning in to press a kiss to the top of his head, careful you didn't bump his headset off.

your arms wrapped loosely around his bare shoulders, your cheek squished against the side of his chair as you rested there, aimlessly watching sanemi move around his character, flashing and bullets flying everywhere across the map until 'DEFEAT' flashed across the screen, your boyfriend clattering the mouse across the desk and letting out a string of curses, "i told you to stay mid! why the fuck are you solo flanking?!" he exclaimed, hearing muttering through his headset in response.

you giggled, squeezing your hands at his shoulders and watching his head tilt to meet your gaze, a soured expression still on his face, "what's so funny?" anyone else might've found it intimidating but you found it amusing.

"you're just cute when you get so into the game." you snickered, his expression unchanged as he leaned back against the chair, and you felt his hand tug your arms until you leaned your front over one of the armrests of the chair and his fingers tilted your chin up, "you distracted me," he deadpanned, "you're lingering."

you feigned confusion, a brief shake of your head, "nemi, you haven't left the room all day, just missed you." you spoke sweetly and didn't miss the slight smile that was tugging at the corners of his lips.

"oh.." his eyes had a slight new gleam to them and you groaned, "why'd you take it like that?!" you complained light-heartedly, lips pursing together in bashfulness.

"what are you talking about?" he threw his head back, chuckling. you didn't miss the way his hand which was previously wrapped around your arm, now rested at your lower back, with his eyes back on you he spoke again, "you look cute." his eyes dragged down your body, admiring the skimpy little pajama set you had gotten just to laze around the house- maybe catch your boyfriend's eye, success.

"i know." you cooed, going to push yourself up since the armrest digging into your lower ribs was getting rather uncomfortable, but of course, your boyfriend who was rather fond of manhandling you around, had other plans, "c'mere." he tugged you until you were rested across his lap, lifting your legs over the armrest as you leaned against his side.

feeling trapped by his heavy arms, had your stomach bubbling with elation, eyes glancing down, fingers reaching out to swipe across the scarred skin, pinching gently when you reached his bicep, there was nothing you loved more than feeling the weight and plush muscle of his arm against your palms, you could've worshiped and admired him all day long.

you jolted in surprise, an unfamiliar voice pulling you out of your daze, "man, can you stop flirting with your girl and queue us into a lob—" you heard sanemi click a button to mute the voice coming from the headset, your eyes wide before you laughed behind your hand, "it's fine, i muted my mic too." he rolled his eyes, seeming a little embarrassed that he had been so distracted he had gotten caught even by his friend.

you blinked up at him, still, a little amused as another laugh bubbled in your throat, though it soon fizzled away when you felt his warm fingertips dragging across the thin layer of your pajama shirt, nipples reacting almost instantly as they poked at the fabric.

with your breathing held you next felt his hand pushing up your shirt, seeing the nod of his head, "up." he gestured with the command and your arms moved before your brain could even process, letting him pull your shirt over your head, not wasting a second as he leaned in, and you could've sworn you saw the hunger in his eyes, making you feel like some sort of prey which had you tummy doing flips, breathing staggered.

"shit.." you stuttered out barely when you felt his thumb circle one of your nipples as his mouth ghosted closer and closer to your other, warm, wet kisses trailing along your sensitive skin, gasping when you felt his tongue flicking across your nipple, your fingers flying to his hair.

you could feel his thumb circling your nipple and his other fingers dug into your sides, with his hands and mouth all over you like this, it made you feel so lightheaded, "s-sanemi, mm," you hummed, "here too." you pushed his other hand- which was squeezing at your thigh, upwards to cup your clothed warmth.

he obliged, not ripping his head away from the attention he had on your upper half as he pushed aside the thin fabric of your pajama shorts, "s'fucking soaked." he grumbled, feeling the vibration of his tone in your chest as his finger rubbed up and down your pussy, fingers slicked in no time.

you would've felt ashamed when you heard how excited you had gotten already, hearing the squelch of his finger push inside you, but you were far too blissed already to give much care.

"relax, i got you baby." he cooed, ever so sweetly, kissing upwards from your breasts to push his lips to yours, hearing a slight chuckle on his lips at how dazed you were already, sloppily kissing him back as your hips stuttered.

sanemi was dragging his finger in and out which was already making your skin prickle with joy, soon feeling him push a second inside which had your breathy moans turning into desperate whimpers, practically rutting against his two fingers.

"nemi, that's good, s-suh'good." you mewled, his other hand that was holding open your thighs dragging up to your lips, pushing his thumb passed and pressing on to your tongue.

"poor baby, you can't help it can you?" he scoffed, almost mockingly as he titled his head to watch his fingers disappear inside you, thumb beginning to tap and circle on your clit, almost immediately having to move his fingers from your mouth so he could hold you back down again, you watched in awe when you saw him lean in and spit in between your legs, salvia mixing with your juices.

"close, please.. oh god." you whined, thighs quivering as he relentlessly held you down, his fingers curling up inside you and thumb doing wonders on your clit. your head knocked back and you squealed as a sudden wash of electricity flew throughout your body, pure bliss taking over each and every one of your senses.

"fuck, that's so hot.." you heard him groan as he watched you orgasm, fingers sticky with your sweet release, his hips even bucked a little against your ass, and you could feel how rock hard he was.

you were a little disoriented as you came down from your high, giggling at the pleasant buzz running all throughout your body, only coming to once you heard your boyfriend's gruff voice once again, "get up." you felt the harsh squeeze at the flesh of your thigh and with a push you got yourself up from his lap, turning to face him as you perched yourself at the edge of his desk.

sanemi lifted his hips from the chair slightly, enough to tug down his sweats, kicking them off somewhere across the room, cock flush against his stomach, tall and the tip an angry red, a prominent vein running up along the underside of him- it had you drooling on the spot.

you blinked a couple times before realizing he was motioning for you to spin around, finger twirling in a gesture. you twirled until your back was to sanemi, hearing the creak of his chair when he stood up, jolting in surprise when you felt his hand swat against your ass, a burning sensation fizzling at your skin before it cooled off. his hand pressed against your back until you leaned against the desk- thankful his monitors were further back.

"stay still." he hummed, forehead furrowed slightly as he watched the way you pushed back against him, "you're like a bitch in heat, so fucking incessant." he landed another whack to your ass which had you reeling, only pushing back further into him.

he pinched and poked at the red marks across your ass, enjoying the cute little sounds you made here and there when his fingers dug a little too harshly into the skin or pinched until your arms flailed, "stop teasing, want your cock so bad." you almost cried out, leaning yourself up on your palms a little to ground yourself.

sanemi couldn't find it in him to say no, you looked so desperate already, he almost felt bad. "stay still, i won't tell you.." he cut himself off, bringing his arm around your throat and pulling your back flush against his chest, wedging you between his body and the desk, "again." he squeezed your throat in between his forearm and bicep, in a chokehold.

your voice was weak from the pressure of his arm against your neck, feeling him push the tip of his cock inside you, squeezing around him nonstop already, you just couldn't help it, the way he was pressed so closely to you had your pussy clenching in delight, "sh-shit, i'm sorry, i'm sorry.." you gasped out, feeling his arm around your neck loosen up, his chest still pressing against your back and you could feel his hot breath against your ear.

"haven't even fucked you dumb yet and you forgot how to breathe properly." he scoffed, a harsh sudden thrust almost knocking you forward if it wasn't for his firm hold on you, "oh my god, oh my god!" you chanted, eyes squeezing shut as you felt him bottom out with the ruthless push.

"pussy sucking me in so good, fuck.." he sighed, dropping his arm to place both hands on your hips, one of your hands settling at the desk whilst the other reached round to claw at sanemi until he took a hold of your arm.

"that's it, take it." he let out a euphoric chuckle as he reeled his hips back before pushing back into you, starting a quick but deep pace, eyes glued on the way he buried his cock deep inside you with every push and pull.

you got louder and louder, more nonsensical as each second passed, "oh nemi!" you squeaked, "feels s'good baby, mm, more, more." your nails dug into the soft foamy mousepad which expanded across the wooden desk, scratches and claw marks indenting the fabric as he somehow reached an even better angle when he hiked a leg up on his chair, feeling the tip of him hit that delicious gummy spot inside you that had puddles of drool spilling from the corners of your mouth.

"you're fucking disgusting, look at you." he groaned, skin glistening in a sheen of sweat as the sounds of your mewls rung like heavenly bells in his ears, coaxing him to keep rutting his hips animalistically against you, the dizzying sound of skin slapping against skin bouncing from wall to wall.

"aren't you embarrassed?" he leaned in, murmuring against your ear which only made him feel even deeper in your guts, "n-nu uh, love your dick too much.." you cried out, head lolling back against his shoulder, hand squeezing around his arm as you pressed back against him.

"right there? hmm?" he cooed, thrusts getting shallow and sloppy and he could already tell by how your words slurred and moans got higher pitched and broken, you were close, "i got you baby." he grunted, keeping your hips up and stable, knowing you were too far gone to keep yourself up.

"gonna fill this pussy up full of cum, so fucking nice, breed you like the good little fuck toy you are." he hissed, feeling the way you spasmed around his cock with every single word, broken moans spilling out of your mouth as your back arched and your high washed over you, "that's it, oh shit, just like that baby.." he pushed you further against him, hips quickly slapping against you as he chased his own high.

"p-please, inside, need your cum so bad." you begged, so prettily it had his eyes rolling to the back of his head, tight grip on your ass that was sure to further bruise the broken skin.

he spilled ropes and ropes of cum deep inside you, your whole body trembling as his warm cum coated your insides, cock still stuffed in your swollen pussy, "don't move!" you whined when you felt him pulling out, hand gripping onto his arm to keep him in place, "wanna feel like this a lil' longer, don't wanna waste it." you breathlessly whined.

sanemi poked his tongue on the inside of his cheek, leaning his head back, and looking at where the two of you connected, his thick pearly cum and yours melding together and prettily painting the inside of your thighs and the expanse of his cock.

sanemi leaned over your back, not putting too much weight on you as he pressed wet kisses along your shoulder, seconds feeling like minutes as you basked in the warmth beneath your boyfriend's body, feeling so full and content.

you groaned in discontent when he pulled back, fingers dragging along your sore, bruised skin where he had slapped, pinched, or grabbed, admiring the pretty fresh marks decorating your body, "c'mon, let's run a bath before you start cramping up." he chuckled, and to your dismay, pulled out, wincing at the way the liquids dripped down the inside of your thigh, feeling empty.

"baby.." he tilted his head, watching you in the same position, eyes widening when he saw your shoulders shaking a little.

"m'okay." you warned before he even asked, standing on shaky legs and turning to face him, arms reaching out and squeezing tightly around his chest, "i just love you so much," you soothed down your small sobs as your intense high fizzled out faster than you liked, head nuzzling against his chest, "just wanna stay close for a little more." you spoke gently and sanemi felt his heart pang.

"i'm here, i'm right here." he bought his hand up, patting the top of your head as he rocked back and forth with you slowly, the two of you spending a little more time just close, intimate. sanemi only moved once again to lift your chin, his hands cupping your cheeks and trying to inspect if you were hurt, "you're worrying me." he sighed, clearly concerned which only swelled your heart further.

"i promise, i'm okay. just felt so warm, and nice." you reassured your boyfriend, leaning up until your lips were plush with his, thumb soothing over his cheek

sanemi grabbed your hand, kissing the back of it as he nodded understandingly, "you'd tell me if i hurt you- i mean, did something you didn't like right?" you nodded at that, knowing it was important, "good." he sighed in relief, a smile spreading across his lips before he caught you in another kiss, "and.. i love you too, a lot." he muttered against your lips, almost inaudible. you decided against teasing him, already noticing the warmth rushing to his cheeks, it was enough to make your heart skip several beats.

"now, how about that bath?" you hummed.

fairy note..

tuh dahhh, my first kny one shot. i've written for different fandoms before but i don't know why sanemi possessed me to make my first anime writing about him probably the lack of sanemi smut but, damn this scratched an itch in my brain, hope this was bearable to get through for you

requests and feedback is open.. ♡

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