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kaicubus · 11 months

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How Hantengu Clones Kiss

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warnings ✩° : fluff and suggestive themes, mention of blood, established realtionship with demons, cursing.

pairing ✩° : hantengu clones x gn!reader

authors note ✩° : mRREOOWWWWW!! i wanted to try that classic blurb format that i see around bc why not mhm mhm also im running out of uh. pictures. as you can see.

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sekido who kisses you roughly, to let off steam when he gets mad, and overheats rather quickly (and gets embarrassed by it).

sekido, whose hands are hardly on your body but still knocks into you at full speed, causing his teeth to clash against yours and stays there for a few seconds before pulling away.

sekido who doesn't know his own strength and overpowers you very quickly and bites your lip, not in a sexual hot way sometimes, and draws blood.

sekido who enjoys either really quick kisses or long, heated, make out sessions that leave you both breathless and wanting more before you realize he even pulls away in the first place.

sekido who comes up behind you and startles you by pressing up against your back, only for him to spin your face around and catch your mouth with his rather forcefully.

sekido who hates when you don’t get flustered by his kisses so he just has to make sure you’re red by the end of it by any means necessary.

sekido who doesn't stop kissing you unless he’s satisfied, who gets mad if you pull away before he’s done and will tug back right into you.

karaku who kisses you all. the. time. seriously, he cannot get enough of you, even if he sees you walking around doing nothing, he’ll come up to you and run his hands up your body and swing you around with his lips on yours, taking you all in.

karaku who thinks you’re so cute when you mutter his name with your eyes closed, head tilted back and being cradled by his sharp claws since that’s all you can say with his branded tongue inside of your mouth.

karaku who knows how to use his tongue, making sure to lick and suck inside your mouth, pulling away only to go back in twice as passionate, leaving your knees weak to the point they collapse.

karaku who pulls you in by your waist and uses his hand to slide down to your ass, lifting one leg up and pushing his pelvis into yours for maximum closeness.

karaku who likes when you pull away because you can’t take it anymore, who just knows how you must be feeling after being tongue-fucked by him for what seemed to be hours.

aizetsu who can’t look at you before he kisses you and ends up smacking his head into yours before he actually manages to kiss you.

aizetsu who kisses your forehead first, planting small, tender kisses all the way down to your nose, cheeks, cupid’s bow and then finally landing onto your lips.

aizetsu who touches your face and uses his thumbs to swipe back your hair from your cheeks and likes pulling your lips back to see the way the bounce back into place, utterly mesmerized by such a small detail.

aizetsu who can’t get enough of you when he starts kissing you and ends up getting sleepy while his mouth is still on yours, sluggishly kissing you back.

aizetsu who, surprisingly, enjoys open mouthed kisses and getting messy with the way he gasps for air only to latch back onto you with saliva dripping from both of your mouths.

urogi who gets overly excited when he kisses you and who ends up wrapping his wings around you to make sure you can’t escape until he’s done with you.

urogi who’s likely to push you down on your back or against a wall in the middle of your make out session when he gets caught up in the heat of the moment.

urogi who ends up squeezing you in between his arms so tight that you feel like you’re about to pass out before he lets go seeing you struggle.

urogi who doesn’t know when to stop because he’s having so much fun tasting you and squeezing you that he doesn’t even know he’s putting his entire weight on you in an attempt to get as close as inhumanely possible to you as he can.

urogi who likes how you react when he drags the point of his claw down your back because of how much you shiver from the light sensation and intentionally goes past your waist and back up again, just as slowly.

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meowzfordayz · 1 year

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calling them daddy — hashira men

Author’s Note: didn’t include Muichiro for ~obvi reasons. *wiggle wiggle* WHEW! This! Is! Spicy !! 🫠😳🥵😮‍💨 <— my immediate reaction after writing this hehehe

calling them daddy — hashira men

Himejima Gyomei x Reader, Iguro Obanai x Reader, Rengoku Kyojuro x Reader, Shinazugawa Sanemi x Reader, Tomioka Giyuu x Reader, Tengen Uzui x Reader

Word Count: ~1,700

CW: 18+NSFW, cream!pie, degrading language, explicit language, Fem!Reader, size difference, spit

Emergency Request Fulfilled: Hi- so uh idk if emergency request can be nsfw but smut like heals me??? (I may need therapy for that uh-)

I’ve been dealing with being overworked in Ned school- and like I just need a little something to relax and I’m a slut for the hashira men so uh if possible could you write a preference about how the hashira men react to a female reader calling them daddy- of you are uncomfortable please ignore and excuse me being a thirsty bitch 😭

calling them daddy — akaza, douma, kokushibo

~faqs~

When you call him daddy…

… Gyomei doesn’t hesitate, slipping seamlessly into his new designation, trusting you to guide him along this new preference of yours. “Daddy?” he hums softly, large hands kneading gently at your waist, “You want to call me daddy, sweetheart?” A gush of wetness signals your agreement as your hips undulate slowly, needing time and patience as always to fully seat yourself on his cock. “I want to call you daddy,” you affirm, grasping his hands, leading them up to your tits where they promptly latch on, fondling careful and sensual. “Play with my tits,” you murmur, placing a steadying palm on the expanse of his stomach, “Play with my tits while I touch myself. Wanna fit all of your cock in my pussy, wanna feel you in here,” pressing shyly on his stomach. He knows control is important, knows he can’t lose himself to the hunger in your promises, knows there’s a reason your foreplay lasts ~forever, but, “Sweetheart, that’s a dangerous statement to make.” And you know it is. You know the tip of his cock will push full and painful at the entrance of your cervix, know you’ll struggle to breathe as your pussy clings to the girth of his shaft, know you usually settle for about half his length in your pussy, the remaining half covered by the grip of his fingers, but, “I want you.” Maybe he should take more convincing—maybe his control’s weaker than he cares to admit—but he can’t ever deny you when your pussy’s sucking him in so tight and needy, a wispy moan the only convincing he needs to decide that tonight (every time, really) he’ll be stuffing your pussy with the entirety of his cock. “You want all of daddy’s cock?” he asks quietly, “You want daddy to play with your tits while you touch yourself?” pinching lightly at your nipples as you spread your folds, “Touch yourself sweetheart, get yourself nice and messy for daddy,” cockhead bullying itself deeper and deeper, “I want to hear how desperate your pussy is for all of daddy’s cock, want to taste your slick on your fingers after you cum.” You can barely whimper D-daddy when you finally feel his balls brush against your ass, pussy pulsating as your eyes roll backward, his fingers still dutifully twisting your nipples.

… Obanai blushes, throat constricting, perfectly content with being Daddy, as well as hesitant to lean into his stirring dominance. “Daddy,” you whine again, spine arched, glossy eyes glancing over your shoulder at his tensed jaw, greedy hand reaching between your legs as you grip his inner thigh, urging him to continue thrusting, “Aren’t I pretty in this position? Don’t you want to fuck me?” Very pretty he swallows thickly, ignoring the impulse to snap his hips flush against your ass as you tug at him, fingernails scratching lightly across your lower back. “Daddy,” you huff, frustration building at your inability to rock yourself deeper onto his cock, “Are you gonna make me fuck myself on your cock?” pouting at his indifferent grunt, “Am I not pretty enough for you?” And even though he knows you’re being petulant—even though he knows you’d happily fuck yourself on his cock without him lifting a finger—you’re both aware of how, in this moment, neither of you want that. “You’re more than pretty enough for me,” he mutters, slapping your hand away from his thigh, “Now stop rushing me. You know I’ll take care of you,” your pussy squelching as he finally fills your plush heat, “Daddy will always take care of you.”

… Kyojuro is confused. He understands, in theory, the reason for such name calling—he’s not-so-secretly weak for when you call yourself his slut, his whore, his cumdump—but calling him something is new territory. “You, you like when daddy fucks you?” he almost stammers, cheeks burning, eyes wide, cock thick, throbbing, and unmoving in your pussy as he struggles to comprehend your breathy moan. “Shit-” you wince, demeanor shifting, palms cupping his jaw as you lie under him, sheepish grin soothing his surprised expression, “Is that okay? If I call you that? It just,” trailing off shyly, “It, um, well.” “It turns you on,” he clarifies, “I like when you call yourself my slut, and you want to call me daddy.” Your embarrassment hardly has time to linger as he catches you off guard with a firm thrust, his eyes narrow with renewed focus. “You can call me daddy,” he murmurs warmly, lowering himself closer to you, hot chest grazing your nipples, your hands moving to clutch his shoulders as he grinds a gasp out of your wanton body, “Because only daddy gets your pussy this sloppy, hm?” His bright, adoring smile is always so misleading: a tantalizing, inescapable promise of making you cum until the sheets are damp beneath you. Only daddy gets your clit this swollen, only daddy fills your pussy till all you can do is quiver on his cock, only daddy, only daddy, only daddy…

… Sanemi nearly chokes, hips stilling as he loosens his grip on your throat, other hand firmly clutching your thigh, your leg raised to better watch his cock disappearing into your pussy. “What was that darling?” voice soft, dangerous, unfamiliar edge making your core flutter, “I thought that didn’t turn you on?” “I’m experimenting,” you murmur, arms slung over his shoulders, back pressed into the wall, “You wanted to know how it would feel… and I guess I did too.” A low groan vibrates through his chest as your words sink in, grip tightening once more around your throat as he begins thrusting shallow and languid, teeth grazing your shoulder, desire contained while he waits for your permission. “Fuck me,” you whisper, eyes closing, soaking in the teasing drag of his slow, sensual movements, “Use my pussy daddy, use my pussy till it’s full with your cum, till it’s stuffed and leaking and sore, till all I can say is da-” He doesn’t let you finish your sentence, nearby mirror rattling from the force of his thrusts, filth dripping off his tongue with every breath. “Is this what you meant? Telling daddy to fuck you?” the base of his cock creamy from your pussy “Is this what you like? Daddy using your cunt?” carefully grasping your jaw, turning your head, demanding Open your eyes, smirking as you moan at the sight of his balls messy and flush against your ass “I think it turns you on, knowing daddy won’t stop till your precious cunt’s dripping his cum onto the floor.” making sure your eyes stay open, just barely, as he releases your thigh Better keep your leg up darling, deft fingers rubbing at your clit You’re doing so well for me, warm saliva trickling down your tits as he claims you “So fucking beautiful, cumming on daddy’s cock. Such a perfect cunt, daddy’s perfect cunt. What are you?” “D–daddy’s perfect cunt.” He doesn’t stop till you’re dripping his cum onto the floor — till all you can whimper is D-daddy.

… Giyuu almost cums, fingers squeezing quick and tight around the base of his cock as he stops you mid thrust, fond exasperation in his voice, “I told you not to call me that.” With a coy giggle, you bat his hand away, sinking back onto his cock, enjoying his sharp intake of breath as you wiggle to ~get comfortable. “But you like it,” you pout, tugging lightly on his earlobe, “You like me in your lap, pussy warm and tight around your cock, tits bouncing against your chest as you play with my ass.” Cheeks burning, he nods, distracted by the glistening slick smeared across his lower stomach, knowing all too well what he’d see if he lifted you up higher: the girth of his cock stretching your greedy pussy, balls sticky with sweat and your essence. “Daddy,” you repeat, nipping at his bottom lip, “You’re thinking too hard,” mouth hot as you press kisses along his throat, tongue swirling mischievous and determined when you reach his Adam’s apple. A strangled noise mixes with the wetness of your ministrations, cock twitching in your pussy as he mutters, “It’s like you want me to cum.” “Well duh,” you smirk cheekily, “Daddy always works himself into a frenzy before he cums,” watching as his pupils dilate further, “My poor pussy can barely take it whenever daddy chases his orgasm,” arching slightly as you pinch your nipples, contented moan hanging in the air for a split second. “Fine,” he snarls, forearms flexing, fingernails digging into your thighs as he lifts you high enough to admire the way your pussy drools onto his cock, “You want daddy to cum? Fine,” slamming you downward till he’s sheathed balls deep, tip of his cock swollen as he bullies himself even deeper into your heat, “He’ll be using your messy hole to do so.”

… Tengen chuckles, grip tightening around your waist as his hips thrust roughly upward. “What was that babygirl?” he murmurs, voice enticingly low, eyes gleaming as your pussy clenches wet and hot, his pelvis sticky from your earlier orgasm. “D-daddy,” you whimper, eyes squeezed shut, chin tilted backward, tits bouncing in rhythm to his delicious pace, “You, you f-feel,” dissolving into a moan when he flexes his cock, tip curving just right. “How do I feel?” he smirks, growl thick in his chest, forearms glistening as he continues slamming you up and down, balls heavy as they slap against your ass, “How does daddy feel buried in that pretty cunt of yours? He feels good, doesn’t he? Your pretty cunt rides daddy’s cock so well, my sexy babygirl.” His facade of control slowly disintegrating with every desperate mewl he elicits from your tingling body, pleasure splayed from your core to your fingertips, Daddy, daddy, daddy! his new favorite mantra (along with Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop! and Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m cumming!).

#hashira x reader #preferences #demon slayer smut #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #himejima gyomei #gyomei x reader #iguro obanai #obanai x reader #rengoku kyojuro #kyojuro x reader #shinazugawa sanemi #sanemi x reader #tomioka giyuu #giyuu x reader #uzui tengen #tengen x reader

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scrimblyscrorblo · 4 months

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He’s making chocolate strawberries. Giyuu is me when I receive a spatula, shove that thing so far down my throat for the sugar

#kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #artists on tumblr #demon slayer art #giyuu tomioka #kny giyuu #kny tomioka #tomioka giyuu #sanegiyuu #kny sanemi #sanemi shinaguzawa #sanemi shinazugawa #chocolate strawberries #I tasted one for the first time methinks yesterday #I preferred the strawberry part #but it may be cuz it was cadburies #and also solid and cold #warm chocolate might be better

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yuki2sksksk · 12 days

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Random late night thought, but it's BORING to think of the strongest characters of different shows/anime and compares them by asking "who'll win if they fight" --

Booo! Next question!

" Who'll choose tea or coffee "

Good.

Yoriichi drinks his tea like a gentleman he is, Saiki is happy with his coffee jelly and Gojo is at the back chucking on Fanta while in despair of what's happening with his life.

#why fight if they can just have tea together #don't label characters strength by how much violence they can do #especially if the said character prefers peace and never to be the one who provokes #demon Slayer #kny #kimetsu no yaiba #anime #anime crossover #kusuo saiki #gojo satoru #jjk #the disastrous life of saiki k.#crossovers

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loosesodamarble · 2 years

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Meta OC Questions

Once upon a time, I posted a series of questions asking about thematic/symbolic elements in relation to ocs.

Well now I've decided to create a new set of oc questions, this time touching upon meta elements of them as well as how they interact with the world they're placed in.

I'm mostly aiming these questions at fandom ocs (which is more obvious in some later questions) but these could also apply to wholly original characters.

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What inspired you to create your oc?

Why does your oc look the way they do? What are your reasons for their appearance?

What is the origin of the character's name?

Why did you give them the name they have? What is the in-universe reason for their name?

What kind of abilities and power level does your oc have? Why did you give them their powers? What's the in-universe reason?

What are the weaknesses in their power? Why did you give them their weaknesses? What's the in-universe reason?

Does your oc have any notable skills or good personality traits? Why did you give them those traits? Why do they exist in-universe?

Does your oc have any notable flaws or activities they're not good at? Why did you give them those flaws? Why do they exist in-universe?

In a group dynamic, what kind of role does the oc usually fill? Are they a worry wart? A troublemaker? The straight man?

What is your favorite trait regarding your oc?

What is your least favorite trait regarding your oc?

Which canon characters (if any) do the oc have good relationships with? Why those characters?

Which canon characters (if any) do the oc have bad relationships with? Why those characters?

Did you give your oc a love interest? Is it another oc or a canon character? Why?

How does your oc interact with the canon narrative? What about it do they change?

What aspect(s) of the universe's lore are they connected to? Do they change/add lore to the universe?

List/describe up to five tropes that apply to your oc. They could be related to the oc's characterization or their narrative arc.

Imagine meeting your oc. What would you want to say to them or do with them?

How might your oc react to finding out you are the one responsible for their life?

Share a random piece of trivia about the creation of your oc. Examples: scrapped ideas or changes you didn't expect to make.

#oc questions #feel free to ask #hero aca oc #demon slayer oc #black clover oc #soda's ocs #soda asides #we've seen enough oc question lists asking about their favorite foods or what they're like they're drunk #asking about an oc's preferences or their memories is getting old/j #let's break down ocs as the creative devices they are

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prettyguardian-sailorbiscuit · 9 months

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Hot Take/Unpopular Opinion and Friendly Reminder that...

There is NOTHING wrong with enjoying or liking English dubs.

It is not a crime to prefer dubs over subs.

It's genuinely okay to be different.

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krikidilly · 4 months

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Stargazing. In one way or another.

#thinking about my senrui au again. hrnkgrgrgrgr shaking them shaking shaking #senrui #rengoku senjuro #rui ayaki #demon slayer #kimestu no yaiba #still dont have a name for the au yet but placeholder->#senjrui kakushi au #my art #they mean. the world to me okay?#Rui obviously gets attached very quickly but he can never quite figure out the way he feels for Senjuro #its something different to his yearnings for family and that makes it hard for him to even aknowledge it #Senjuro meanwhile knows he cares deeply for Rui hes putting his life on the line just being friends with the kid but he also #doesnt have a name for what they are or could be #they just know they prefer a world with the other in it

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demoiselettes · 2 years

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hello there<3 may i request tanjiro, muichuiro and zenitsu with a darling that has anger issues, they distance themselves from them because they dont want to. Lash out! How do they react to this? ( Remember to take a break:) )

Darling with anger issues

Pairing(s): Tanjiro x reader, Zenitsu x reader, Muichiro x reader

Category: hmm.. fluff? Slight angst?

Warning(s)/note(s): gn! Reader

Tanjiro Kamado

•He’s honestly very confused.

•He doesn’t exactly mind you having anger issues(as long as you don’t act out of line, he’s had bad experiences with Sanemi) but he’s very unsure of how to approach you

•He’ll do his best to stop you from getting angry often, but when he fails to ensure this, he’ll settle for simply remaining by your side and to listen to you vent, or just silently rubbing your back and patting your head, if you let him

•When he notices you growing distant, he’ll panic an awful lot

•He’s afraid he might’ve done something to upset you

•He’ll pick what he deems to be a good time of the day to talk to you, preferably when the two of you are alone

•Then he’ll just ask you if he did anything bad, like- him????

•When you tell him, you’re afraid you might end up taking your anger out on him and hence the reason why you’re distancing yourself from him, he’ll start to fret.

•He’ll assure you that he knows you won’t do anything as such even if there is a possibility that you might, and he tells you he can at least try to and help soothe you

•He’s just so desperate to have you stay, at this point he doesn’t even mind if you take it out on him since he’s so used to being there for everyone :(

•He’ll give you space, and he won’t pry into your personal affairs unless you want to talk to him about anything, but he’ll try his best to convince you to stay

Zenitsu agatsuma

•Zenitsu is slightly less understanding than Tanjiro in the beginning.

•He’ll be upset as to why you get angry rather quickly, often narrowing it down to it being his own fault

•And it’s worse when you start growing distant

•He’ll be so scared that he really messed up this time and the moment he sees you he’ll straight up pounce on you, clinging and sobbing and asking what he did wrong

•He won’t even give you time to answer in between his cries because he’s already apologizing for whatever he could have done wrong

•You’ll have to ruffle his hair to get him to calm down, then explain the actual reason why you’ve been growing distant

•He’ll be slightly scared at first that you might actually end up lashing out at him like so many people have before but his love for you is too much :(

•Like Tanjiro, he won’t pry into your personal affairs but he’ll do his best to get you to stay close to him

•He’s very affectionate.. so the times when you choose to stay away from him is basically torture

•He’ll follow you around like a lost puppy, barely saying anything but trying to listen to your emotions to figure out what to do to make you feel better

•If you do end up lashing out at him, he’ll just look down at the ground and try to hold make sobs i’m making myself cry rn

•But he still won’t give up. He might be upset for some time, but he always ends up running back to you, so please don’t hurt him :(

•When he starts to hear the anger in your tone, he’ll automatically be at the ready to comfort you if need be, he just has to be close to you

Muichiro Tokito

•I’d be surprised if he did notice.

•See, despite his love for you, Muichiro is often in a world of his own and has little sense of what is happening around him unless he’s on the battle field

•And since he prefers to be by himself, he might take some time to notice you growing distant

•But even Muichiro can get clingy and in need of affection at time, therefore when he’s on his way to get some good ol’ [Name] time and notices that [Name] isn’t really in the mood, he’ll start worrying

•He’ll directly confront you about it. He’ll be unintentionally blunt like, ‘it’s rude of you to avoid me’ which, in Muichiro language, translates to: ‘i need hugs pls gimme’

•While you’re explaining, he’ll get a vivid sense of familiarity, like he’s interacted with someone who used to get angry rather easily as well..

•But the memory is too far out of reach, skittering right on the edge of his brain and he finds it annoying to try and recall, so with a click of his tongue his attention is back on you.

•He’ll be quite unsure of how to react, but the one thing he’s certain of is that he loves you.

•And he can’t stand you growing distant.

•So he’ll do his best to give you time to sort things out, even willingly helping out if you accept his help just to show you that he doesn’t mind you having anger issues because he can help you deal with them

•He might get angry a couple of times when you take your anger out on him, and this might result in him not speaking to you for a short period of time

•He then either forgets what happened or he decides he isn’t going to let the problem go about unsolved and let it sour your relationship and he’ll pull you aside to have a serious talk with you, during which he’ll try to solve things out

•He doesn’t like beating around the bush and is much more keen to be upfront about problems, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t try to be considerate when talking to you even if at times he accidentally ends up saying something rather hurtful. He just really loves you

#can you see my preference for mui here #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #nanako’s blues #muichiro x reader #tanjiro x reader #zenitsu x reader #zenitsu agatsuma #muichiro tokito #tanjiro kamado

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giggly-squiggily · 6 months

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Hey Matt I request a muitan tickle fic have a great day ☺️

Hey friend! (Matt? I'm Squiggily :D) I gotcha covered! This kinda turned more into Lee!Tanjiro, Ler!Muichiro but I hope you like it anyway! :3 Have an amazing day!

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Staaaaaaaaaaaare~

Ever since the battle at the Swordsmith Village, Muichiro had been working on and improving his social skills. He greeted people properly now, spoke up during meetings and whatnot, and even smiled- something that, according to Lady Kocho: “Shocked everyone at the Hashria meeting so much they all nearly dropped dead.”

Tanjiro had a hard time imagining it, but the thought of Giyu falling over like a shocked statue did make him giggle.

Their relationship going forward was also a surprise. Tanjiro didn’t think anything would come from that battle, but here he was, sitting with Muichiro at the Butterfly estate having tea. In the past few months, a slow but steady friendship had begun to form.

Staaaaaaaaaaaaaaare~

Even if it had a few…hiccups to overcome.

“Umm….Muichiro? Is there something wrong?” Tanjiro couldn’t help but ask after another long moment of eye contact coming from the Hashira. That was a thing Muichiro did a lot; he just kinda….stared at people. At first, Tanjiro chalked it up to zoning out; it was a regular thing Muichiro did before- perhaps old habits carried over?

But this- this was different. His eyes weren’t glossed over, and he didn’t seem shaken up when Tanjiro spoke. He looked focused- like he was trying to tell something to him through his eyes.

“Tanjiro.” That was another thing; this oddly meaningful way Muichiro said people’s names. It was as if he was trying to remind himself what they were.

“Yes?” Tanjiro asked again, more curious than anything.

“.....Can I tickle you?” That shocked him. Tanjiro blinked, taking in the odd request as he felt his face flush. He wasn’t used to people asking so…directly.

“Erm…why?” Better to get more info!

“Mr. Tengen and Mr. Rengoku-” There was a soft hitch to his voice. Muichiro looked sad at the mention of the later. “They used to do that all the time to me. I never…” He waved his hands, shaking his head free from his sudden thunk. “It’s been a long time since I’ve had a tickle fight with anyone. Would you…have one with me?”

Tanjiro watched him curiously, the beginnings of an easy smile pulling on his mouth. Something about the whole thing reminded him of his younger siblings. “Well…okay. I suppose it’s only fair given how often they tickled you.” Muichiro perked up, earning a laugh from the other. “But you only get so long before I get to tickle you back!”

“Thanks, Tanjiro.” Muichiro smiled- a breathtaking sight. Tanjro smiled back as he laid down, tucking his arms behind his head. “So erm…where do I begin?”

“I’m not telling you that! The fun part of a tickle fight is to find someone’s tickle spots.” Tanjiro winked at him, closing his eyes. “You’ll know when you find a good spot.”

Muichiro nodded, a look of determination on his face. He loomed over Tanjiro, considering where to go. He rested his hands against his sides the way he’d seen the other Hashira do. “Like…this?”

Tanjiro hummed, waiting. Muichiro pressed in.

“AH!” The brunette yelped, wincing. Muichiro’s fingers felt like metal pressing into him. “Too much, too much!” He cried, gently catching the other’s hands. “Gentler, Mui- like you’re petting a cat.”

“Oh?” Muichiro tried again, his finger far lighter. Perhaps too light. It felt like a bug was crawling on his skin. “Is that better?”

“Hm…maybe a bit more pre-ehehehehehehhesure!” There it was! Muichiro perked up at the sound, encouraged. “Thehehehhere you gohoohhoho! Juhuhuhust like thahahahhhat!”

“Oh wow…so this is tickling someone.” Muichiro mused, something proud in his voice. “Interesting.”

Turns out- Muichiro was a fast learner. Where Tanjiro figured he’d have a few moments to prepare before the worst came, he soon found himself laughing like a child as the other’s fast fingers danced across his skin, pressing and pinching and scratching- unlocking new techniques in the span of five seconds. “Muhuhuuhuhuhuhichihihihihihihihiro! Ahehahahahhahaha yohohohohou’re dohohohoohohohing grehahahhahhahat!”

“I know.” The other puffed with pride. “Say- where are you really ticklish?”

“I’m nohohohohot theheheellin-EHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!” The brunette all but squealed when his belly was pressed into, making him curl up like a bug.

“Found it.”

“MUHUHUUHUHUICHIHIHIHIRO PLEAHHAHAHHASE!” Tanjiro cried, cheeks rosy and eyes misty. “STAHHAHHAHAP!”

At the cry, the Mist Hashira did so. Pulling his hands back, he sat back and watched as Tanjiro curled onto his side, gasping for air. “Did I go too far?”

“Nohohooho, noohohoho…yoohohou’re okay.” He reassured, waving a tired hand. “Juhuhuhust need a mihihihinute.” In time, the tightness in his chest loosened, and he found himself buzzing with warmth as he turned back to the younger man. “You did pretty good- that was some serious tickling!”

“Hard to say, really. You’re just super ticklish.” Muichiro poked him in the belly, earning a squeak. “I won’t know for sure until I tickle someone less sensitive.”

“True, true. But for now- it’s time for payback!” Tanjiro smiled deviously as he tackled the other, pinning him to the floor. “Let me ask YOU, Muichiro. Where are you most ticklish?”

“.....I don’t remember.” Frustration touched teal eyes. Tanjiro smiled patiently at him, squeezing his shoulder.

“No worries- like I said; that’s the fun of tickle fights! We’re just gonna have to find them all!” He raised wiggling fingers, eyes dancing with glee at the giddy anticipation playing on Muichiro’s face. “Get ready, cause here I come!”

Thanks for reading!

#demon slayer #tickle #tickle fic #muichiro tokito #tanjiro kamado #kept this vague so can be read however you prefer!#I miss writing lee!Tanjiro he is BABY #I love them your honor

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tanjir0se · 2 months

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The Ghost of You--FINAL Chapter!

Sanegiyuu/Sabigiyuu Angst/Hurt Comfort Total words: 28.5k

Giyuu reckons with the past and faces the future

FINAL CHAPTER/COMPLETE FIC UP NOW HERE!

Urokodaki’s cabin was quiet, and pitch dark. Sabito had come to bed late after tucking Makomo in in her room adjacent to theirs and found Giyuu already lying on his bed roll, his back to him. There was a spring rain still trickling outside their window.

He’d made a show of poking fun at Giyuu’s new kitsune mask once Urokodaki had turned his back, good-naturedly of course, just to make sure Giyuu knew everything was fine. He’d seen the way Giyuu barely picked at his noodles across from him at dinner that night, had fallen back into his characteristic silence while he and Makomo tried on their new masks and read a few books before bed. Sabito stood in the doorway for just a moment watching Giyuu breathe, then moved past his bedroll to slide into his own.

Giyuu was not asleep. He was staring at the wall, at the kitsune mask he’d rested beside his pillow, the practice blade in its sheath at arm’s reach with the little red fox charm hanging from the hilt. He did not move when he heard Sabito come in, hoping he’d just ignore him and go to sleep. They both were going to need their rest, after all.

In his mind he repeated the instruction Urokodaki had given them over dinner. It’s just like another day of training, don’t think of it as any different. You’ll use your breathing, your reflexes, and each other, just like on the mountain. Though even their sensei had been a little tense, but when he tipped up his tengu mask to eat with them, Giyuu could see clear pride in his eyes.

Giyuu didn’t want to disappoint Urokodaki; in fact he was terrified of it. Disappointing his sensei at Final Selection meant…

Distant thunder rolled outside. Finally, Giyuu sat up.

“Sabito?”

Sabito rolled over. He knew Giyuu wasn’t asleep without looking at him; he could tell just by the pace and depth of his worried breathing. “Yeah?” Giyuu was looking at him owl-eyed and nervous, running his thumbs over his fingers.

“Are you scared?”

He looked at Giyuu for a moment, then snorted and flashed him his favorite grin. “Of course not! Those demons should be scared of us !” he proclaimed. For once his smile didn’t seem to catch on.

Giyuu looked at the floor between them, then scooted himself a little closer. He knew Sabito was going to say that. He also knew Sabito was lying. As much as he’d tried to joke and grin his way through it, Giyuu didn’t miss that he too had barely picked at his dinner. The smile didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“But what if--what if something happens?” He wasn’t like Sabito. He never had been. He wasn’t courageous and bold and loud-mouthed. Even if Sabito was scared, he could hide it and press on anyway, confident and brave. He tried to share Sabito’s optimism, but couldn’t. In his twisting gut he felt death creeping up into his throat, like he was marked for it. Like his name was on the top of the reaper’s list.

“What if I die?” his voice was little more than a whisper.

For once, Sabito wasn’t quite sure what to say. Giyuu pulled himself closer and folded his legs up to his chest, hugging them tightly. Older now than his sister was when she was killed. Had she felt marked, too? When she looked into her future what had she seen? Did she, like Giyuu now, look into the future and see nothing but a black shroud, her clock ticking down to zero? Tears welled in his eyes.

Sabito edged closer too. “Giyuu, you’re not gonna die.” he finally said sincerely. “You can’t. You’re Momo-chan’s favorite and if you die she’ll be stuck with me!” He bumped Giyuu’s shoulder with his fist like he always used to. Even that failed to jar him out of his silence.

That running out of time feeling pressed him closer and closer to the edge of some kind of precipice. Maybe the Tomioka bloodline was just fated to end here. Maybe he was never meant to have friends, someone he liked, someone to kiss. He wanted to run, like he did so long ago. After another moment of silence, Sabito grabbed him by the wrist.

“Hey. Listen to me.” he said, uncharacteristically serious. “You’re going to be fine.” Sabito grinned at him again, bigger and crinklier this time. Giyuu released his grip on his own legs and set his hands down on the floor instead, taking a deep, shaking breath. Sabito put his hand over Giyuu’s. “C’mon.” he said lightly. “You know I’ll always look out for you and Makomo.” Sabito squeezed Giyuu’s hand, brought it upwards to examine the little scars on his fingertips and run his own fingers over them.

And Giyuu finally nodded, because he did know. And Giyuu finally raised his free hand to gently touch the scar on the side of Sabito’s face. He still didn’t know exactly how it had happened. Sabito leaned into his touch so Giyuu’s palm rested completely on his cheek, and grinned even wider. It met his eyes this time.

“You’re kind of a sap, you know that?” he said with a laugh. Giyuu sniffed but nodded again. Sabito reached out and ruffled Giyuu’s hair affectionately before taking the hand Giyuu had placed on his cheek in his. “That’s okay, I won’t tell Makomo. She still thinks you’re cool.” Giyuu even laughed a little at that. Sabito laughed back. “In a week, when we get back, lets see if sensei will get us some more konpeito from town, okay? I think we’ll have earned it.”

“Okay.” Giyuu nodded, still in awe that Sabito had yet to knock his hand away from his face, that the pink flesh of his scar was so soft. “I’ll let you have all my green ones.”

Sabito slung his arm over Giyuu’s shoulders and squeezed him, then leaned back in his bedroll with Giyuu still resting on his shoulder. “I’m gonna hold you to that, Tomioka,” With his head against Sabito’s chest Giyuu could feel him still chuckling. He thought he might have felt Sabito pressing his lips onto the top of his head. They finally fell asleep entwined, his hand still in Sabito’s and his head still on his chest. Giyuu had never felt so warm in all his life.

While he listened numbly to the strange woman giving him instruction, Giyuu had never felt so cold in all his life. She was saying something about rocks, how he was supposed to pick one, he watched the meager few of the starting class who had managed to survive all come forward and do as they were told, but he couldn’t seem to move. His body didn’t feel like his own without Sabito’s arm around him, without Makomo’s little hand in his.

The walk back to Urokodaki was so long he wondered if he’d ever make it at all, so long that by the time his path headed into the mountain forest, he’d nearly forgotten where he was going. His left side had been badly injured at some point, now everything was such a blur he couldn’t even recall when or how, but it throbbed and sent shockwaves of pain up his spine with each step. Each step that carried him further and further away from Sabito.

His body carried on as if independent of him, like a cockroach that refused to just die already, like it didn’t know it was supposed to have died back among the wisteria and distant screaming. His kitsune mask hung heavy around his neck; his practice sword and fox charm dragged on the ground beside him.

Urokodaki fell to his knees when he saw him. Just him. Giyuu didn’t move while Urokodaki grabbed him by the arms, then the face, begging to know if he was alright. Giyuu didn’t say a word. Not when Urokodaki threw his tengu mask to the side to reveal tears rolling down his age-weathered cheeks, not when he grabbed him and hugged him so tightly he could barely breathe. Not when he’d taken him inside and asked what had happened to his left arm--bleeding, Giyuu realized, looking at the trail of red he’d tracked in--and not when Urokodaki held him again, his hand on his head, apologizing to him , begging his forgiveness for sending them out to Final Selection at all.

It felt like he’d just woken up when he stood in the doorway to their room and stared at their bedrolls. Giyuu’s neat and folded, Sabito’s still rumpled and in disarray. He could see the imprints of their bodies where they’d slept side by side. He wanted to throw up. Finally then, he spoke.

“I’m sorry.” he whispered to Urokodaki. To the bedrolls. To the imprints of their bodies beside one another, where he wished he was now. A body. But beside him. “I’m sorry.”

I’m sorry was all he said for two weeks.

He laid facedown on his bed roll that night, exhausted but unable to sleep. The room was so quiet it was making his ears ring. Urokodaki refused to leave him, sitting silently vigil in the corner of their—of his— room, his hands trembling as he mended the damaged left side of Giyuu’s haori to keep himself busy. Much of the fabric was beyond saving. He’d have to use something he had on hand. Giyuu barely noticed him.

Through the crack in the door, in his exhaustion, he thought he could see Sabito leaning out toward him with that wrinkled-nose smile, missing the tooth on the front left side, just like that first night. He couldn’t even cry.

It wasn’t until the blue light of dawn was fading through the window that the mercy of sleep finally dragged Giyuu into unconsciousness. His pale hand stretched out from his bed roll and resting on the cold floor, he swore he could still hear Sabito’s promises. You know I’ll always look out for you. You’re not going to die, Giyuu.

He wished Sabito would have warned him there was something even worse.

Giyuu’s hand was resting on something warm, he realized before he opened his eyes. He wasn’t even sure when he’d fallen asleep. The last thing he remembered was—he tightened his hand and felt his chest tighten with it. He’d kissed Sanemi. Or, Sanemi had kissed him? Had he been dreaming?

He opened his eyes and froze. It was Sanemi’s chest his hand had been resting on, the ribs he’d bandaged. And Sanemi was letting him. Giyuu blinked. No, no, Sanemi’s just asleep. His arm closest to Giyuu was raised, his hand tucked behind his head. Giyuu cautiously lifted his own hand and began to retract it. Sanemi’s eyes opened and practically snapped to him.

“Hey.” Sanemi said while Giyuu’s mouth hung open in shock....

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#sanegiyuu #sabigiyuu #SANEGIYUU SATURDAYYYYY #kny #demon slayer fic #guys i'm fucking rotting over this #normally i don't post this much of the chap on here bc i dont love the formatting and prefer ao3 directly but #but guys . b but #AABITOOOOOOOOO #AUGH the whole thing was leading up to this but GOD.#ouch #i'm so sorry #please go read this you will suffer me

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annalyticall · 2 months

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Just noticed that who my favorite characters are in a lot of the anime I watch usually fall into one of two categories:

A competent man who protects the people he cares about and expressly respects women

A beautiful woman who rebels against authority and has killed a man

#doesn't apply to all anime i watch but it's a good gauge #mha: 1 aizawa and iida 2 lady nagant #one piece: 1 zoro 2 robin #demon slayer: 1 tanjiro 2 tamayo #fmab: 1 roy and ling 2 riza #jjk: 1 choso 2 nobara and maki #lol i mean i'm bi so i guess those are maybe just my types also. i would prefer any irl crushes to have not killed a man though

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meowzfordayz · 1 year

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when you’re laughing nonstop

Author’s Note: humor isn’t exactly my selling point, so pls and ty enjoy my attempt(s) @ #funny. 🙃

when you’re laughing nonstop

Hashira x Reader, Kamaboko x Reader

Word Count: ~800

CW: explicit language

Emergency Request Fulfilled: If by any chance could you do the Hashira or the the kamboko squad, without trying to, makes the reader laugh like so hard they're crying, and any time they talk the reader just laughs more? (Idk if youve ever had those moments but those are the best laughs lol) How would they react?

~faqs~

When you’re laughing nonstop…

… Zenitsu panics, because he thinks you’re laughing at him?! It doesn’t help that after literally anything he says or does, you burst into giggles… and your inability to explain that you’re laughing with him rather than at him (albeit, he isn’t exactly laughing — more so pouting) due to the constant onslaught of giggles only exacerbates his panic and confusion.

… Inosuke thinks it’s a competition. “DID YOU REALLY BELIEVE YOU COULD OUT LAUGH ME?!” *cue maniacal laughing fit* Meanwhile, you’re clutching your stomach, gasping for air, and entirely unable to inform him that: It isn’t a competition, idiot!

… Gyomei, the poor man, is just trying to meditate, but it’s hard for him to focus when you’re snorting every other second, your efforts to conceal your laughter less than successful. He doesn’t have the heart to ask you to leave, but he does gently (and sternly) cradle your head to his chest (he’s hoping his pulse’ll calm you), exasperated smile tugging at the corner of his mouth when you instead dampen his happi with your tears (from laughing so hard).

… Obanai tries to act irritated, but the twinkle in your eyes as you cling hopelessly to his haori’s sleeve, body shaking with laughter, is too endearing for him to maintain his facade. “Are you done?” he asks, indifference nearly giving way to a fond smile. “N-no!” you manage to gasp, promptly dissolving into another round of laughter, “Not even c-close!”

… Tanjirou waits for you to get it out of your system, smiling brightly the entire time. He doesn’t quite understand what’s so funny—all of his attempts to ask you result in half finished sentences interrupted by more laughter—but he does know you’re happy, and if you’re happy, then he’s happy!

… your tears initially worry Mitsuri, but once she’s confident that they’re happy tears, and after observing that she seems to be the reason behind them, she brings you a handkerchief and does her best to prolong your laughter (facepalm worthy puns are her specialty).

… Shinobu clucks her tongue, already knowing you’re eventually going to end up with the hiccups. “W-where are you *hiccup* g-oing?” you whine, eyes narrow with suspicion, “Don’t leave meee!” Rolling her eyes, she lightly flicks your forehead, voice wry with amusement, “I’m getting you a glass of water,” raising an eyebrow as you hiccup again, “You’re clearly going to need it,” pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder, “I’m not leaving you.”

… Kyojuro watches you with great interest, and mild concern. It only happened once, but once was enough. (it being you choking on your own spit from laughing too hard, and almost passing out because he didn’t realize you were actually choking versus laughing)

… Sanemi swears you’ve been possessed by the devil. “Nothing in this world is that funny,” he grumbles, swatting away your fingers as you attempt to pinch his cheeks, “Stop it.” Of course, his petulant grimace only makes you giggle harder, and you know he isn’t really mad when he finally acquiesces and allows you to wield his hand: “Why are you hitting yourself? Why are you hitting yourself?” as you playfully smack his face with his palm, your delighted, triumphant grin soothing the glower in his stare. #the man is whipped #the man is in love

… Muichiro smiles ruefully, toe throbbing as you laugh and point at his misfortune. “A-are you o-okay?” you gasp between chuckles, “That chair really did a number on you!” What’s important to him is knowing that, were it a serious injury, you’d help first, laugh later… right?

… Giyuu prays it’ll end soon. Don’t get him wrong! He adores your smile, wishes he could bottle up your laughter for a rainy day, and overall cherishes your happiness… but he simply doesn’t know what to do when the giggles strike. Should I stand here and wait? Would now be an inappropriate time to go do laundry? Uh oh… they’re getting closer… if they get ahold of you, then you’ll have to stand here and wait… shit! *insert Giyuu awkwardly patting your head as you sob-laugh-sniffle into his chest*

… Tengen swells with pride, muscles subconsciously flexing, hair subtly shining, eyes glimmering. Who cares if you’re laughing at him? Either way, he’s the reason you’re laughing so hard, and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t get the credit for making you so happy. That being said, if the laughter shows signs of spreading to Hina… to Makio… to Suma… #Uzui Tengen is now running away #legend says he’s still running to this day (“What do you mean I’m running? Pfft! I can handle four hysterical spouses! Absolutely! 100%!”)

#hashira x reader #kamaboko #preferences #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #zenitsu x reader #inosuke x reader #gyomei x reader #obanai x reader #tanjiro x reader #mitsuri x reader #shinobu x reader #kyojuro x reader #sanemi x reader #muichiro x reader #giyuu x reader #tengen x reader

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