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melon-cream-enmu · 1 year

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repost from peach-cream yukio

Cw piss, dubcon, forced drinking of blood, pee as lube kinda sorta, cum as lube, talk of offering you to Muzan, for sexual use and a new human to turn, squirting kinda, ‘true form’ Enmu(?) stuffing and binding reader, Canon character death, semi canon ending??? once again I brainrot about Enmu making you pregnant. Plus size reader, mention of tummy fat and fat pu ssy. Enmu is his own cw if it’s coming from my blog at this point lol

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Enmu behind you, form framing yours as he presses desperately into your clothed heat, fabric of his pants and your panties causing friction. Your uniform skirt pushed up and out of the way. Enmus left hand creeps atop yours and interlocks your fingers. You whimper and try to pull your hand away but you’re effectively trapped.

His other hand worms it’s way to your chest, popping buttons and slicing threads, humming a sadistic laugh as they clatter to the floor. He kneads your exposed breast, marveling at your warmth, almost a searing heat compared to him. He teases you, telling you how cute your nipples are, pebbling under his cold touch.

His hand moves down, down your ribs, your tummy, where he grasps your fat so harsh his nails break skin and he can feel your blood trickle to his fingers. He brings them to his mouth, licking them clean of your blood so enthusiastically they’re wet from his saliva and drool when they return to your body. His fingers stroke just below your tummy, intent clear when he presses down on your bladder.

You cry out, thrashing and trying to push him off. You could handle being taken with your dignity still intact when, if, you manage to return to the other hashira, but pissing yourself as a demon ruts at your sex is something your mind would never let you recover from. The mouth on his hand coos at you, lulling you close enough to sleep that your upper half collapses, cheek colliding with the floor. You sob dryly, tears blooming on your lashes as you wiggle tiredly, only succeeding in providing more pleasure to the man behind you.

His deep giggle tortures your mind. You can’t stop it, he’s pressing so insistently and forcing it from you. It’s hot and wet, and there’s so much of it, soaking your panties, his crotch, and soaking down his leg, the stream trickling down your own onto the floor has you raising your head with all the strength you can muster in your dream hazed state to avoid it.

Enmus still rocking his hips into yours and stimulating your sex, but he seems to have slowed down. You risk a peak back at him and see he’s distracted in his own pleasure, even feeling his grip on your hand loosening. You pull together what strength you have left and shake yourself free of him. You crawl towards the wall in front of you with heavy breaths, hoping to pull yourself up and steady your aching form against the movement of the train but a hand on your ankle shatters what little hope you had of doing so.

His other hand grabs the side of your open uniform jacket and yanks, turning you onto your back. He forces his knees under your thighs and humps you so hard it pushes your head up the wall. Neck now bent uncomfortably with your chin forced down almost to your chest, you can only look up at him pathetically, eyes teary and leaking, lip trembling. He can see you switching focus between his two eyes, pleading, though you know it’s useless.

“Oh~ I love that look, so cute and helpless.” His nails shred your sleeves and skirt and leaves your uniform as nothing more than cloth you lay upon. Enmus shedding his blazer and button up, undoing his pants and pushing them down. Your hands are pushing, punching, scratching his bare chest weakly, strings of ‘please’, ‘please don’t’ leaving your lips, even daring to speak his name as if you were friends. You should’ve known that would make it worse.

“E-Enmu…please don’t…do this.” The words hiccup from your throat and you’re filled with regret when you see him shudder. The hand that was stroking his cock leaves it in favor of collecting your wrists into his hold. You jolt and cry out when his shaft drops wetly to your lips, a soft, wet ‘smack’ heard in loud silence of the train car. Enmu kisses your fingers messily, then your pulse, before gently biting your thumb and letting his lips encase it in a kiss before stretching into a smile.

He’s delusional, you can see it in his eyes. Though his pupils may not dilate in their strange design, the softness, adoration, obsession, love in them is evident. One hand lifts your chin, the other positions his cock to your pussy. You’re not wet, but your wet enough, and Enmu’s cock already covered in his own cum making the push easy to take.

He’s sweating as he leans down your face cradled in his hands. He presses sloppy, erratic kisses to your skin before looking you in the eyes. He sticks his tongue out of his mouth and, when you think he’s going to shove it in yours, he bites down hard. The terrified look in your eyes has his cock twitching in you as he pries your mouth open. His fingers stroke back and forth on your tongue as his drool and blood pool on his tongue, dripping in one thick string into your mouth. He pushes your tongue back so it presses against the roof of your mouth, letting it collect in your mouth.

He kisses you hard, desperate, tongue chasing yours. You push your tongue forward in hopes of pushing his fluids back into his mouth but his tongue meets yours, curling around it, pulling it, caressing it, and blood and spit drip down your chin. You don’t want to be any stickier than you already are, so you swallow what’s left in your mouth, much to Enmu’s delight. He kisses you more, as if he can’t get enough of you, all while softly rocking his hips into yours.

His voice is quiet yet like a melody, soothing in a way you despise. “You’re perfect, so stubborn, so strong. I could convince him to save you. He’d want you, a demon slayer turned demon, youd be so useful, and he’d be pleased to have someone as valuable as you. And..” his hips abruptly pick up a fierce pace, thighs slapping yours so hard you know they’ll be stinging in no time.

“I could have you whenever I want. Oh, but he might want you too, you’re beautiful, and so soft and warm after all. I’ll share…you’ll be so happy, regarded so highly, for your strength and your body.” A hand slams the wood of the wall beside your head and you cower as you hear it splinter. The other grabs the meat of your thigh, hiking your leg up as high as it’ll go, allowing Enmu to suck and bite his mark into your skin.

He’ll beg if he has to. He needs you, needs to fill you every moment he can. You have to learn that you’re his. He’ll cream your cute, fat pussy as much as he has to to make you understand, and even after that. He won’t stop. He can’t, not when your tears as so pretty, sparkling in the light of the train car. Now when your stomach and breasts bounce with every cervix-kissing thrust.

His forehead makes contact with the wall above you, looking down at you with red cheeks, hazy eyes, hot breaths. Sweat drips from his brow to your face as you crane your neck to look up at him. You feel the telltale sweet ache in your gut and you can’t stop yourself from cumming, but you can take the satisfaction of seeing your face away from him. You cower and choke down your moans as you gush on his cock, further soaking his pants that he never completely removed.

He moans and laughs, running his figures up his abs, collecting your essence. He leans back allowing you to see him as he paints his tongue with it all. Then his eyes flutter closed, his flushed face flushes even redder, and his hips slam tight to yours one last time. His cum fills you, so much of it it that it feels like your stretching. He pulls your hips closer, wiggling his hips to press just that much further, plugging you full of him.

The shift in where you lay has your head sliding down the wall to the floor with a muffled thud. The walls rumble and bubble, and your so tired you think you’re dreaming. Meaty tendrils protrude from the wall and wrap around you, arms behind your back. One snakes it’s way up your thigh and swiftly enters you when Enmu pulls his softening cock from your heat. You cry with your one last shred of dignity and more tendrils wrap your legs together.

More of the fleshy substance builds up from the floor, and you’re lifted and laid onto it as if forms the shape of what could vaguely be called a lounge chair. You feel the substance rolling and bubbling under you, and it feels like kisses. You’re silent as Enmu leans down to your face and wipes a tear from your cheek. He wishes you goodnight with a kiss and strokes your jaw with his left hand, letting it lull you into a fast sleep.

You’re creamed and plugged when ever Enmu is able, and when you aren’t limp from exhaustion. Months go by, and you must watch as unfortunate people die by Enmu’s hand. You think you recognize a hashira or two, but you’re never awake enough to be sure. Few have made it to the car you reside in alive, but when they do, Enmu teases you by letting you hear them as they approach, concern evident in their voice when they lay eyes on you. Enmu lets you feel the guilt that you were the reason they walked in and dropped their guard at your sad state, allowing him to swiftly take their lives.

You know the moment he’s killed. You could hear a commotion, something was pulling his attention from keeping you in your sleep like state, but the flesh still bound you. When the train derailed, it seem what last bit of Enmu there was encased you in the crash.

You come to in the dirt, few feet away from the tracks, as the flesh seems to burn away from your body.It crawls close your face, just gracing your jaw before it disappears completely. You can’t stand, but your arms have enough strength to run over your stomach and your eyes widen in fear.

You hadn’t been in any position to see yourself all this time, and the feel of your distended stomach has your blood running cold. You scream and wail and cry until your voice gives out and you hyperventilate to the point of unconsciousness. You cry for yourself and what you’ll have to go through from now on, and you wish you could deny it but you can’t. You cry because he’s gone. The constant outpouring of sick love from this demon had caused you to become attached. You desperately wished you hadn’t.

You wake to the sounds of crying, you blink your eyes open, and feel fabric on your skin. You stand on shaky legs and wrapped yourself in the flame detailed cape. You walk a ways forward and spot 3 boys, sitting around a body. A glimpse of all too recognizable hair can be seen from where you stand. You never met him, but every hashira knew of him.

You fall to your knees and the boys turn, the brunette rushing to you exclaiming that your hurt. He’s actively wiping endless tears from his face as he helps you stand and shouts for the others to start gathering the passengers.

He’s speaking but you can’t hear him. The only thing you can hear is an unnatural heartbeat resonating from inside you.

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guacamoleroll · 2 years

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𝖍𝖔𝖑𝖉 𝖒𝖊 𝖈𝖑𝖔𝖘𝖊𝖗 𝖕𝖙. 𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖊𝖊 「𝔯𝔢𝔫𝔤𝔬𝔨𝔲 𝔨𝔶𝔬𝔧𝔲𝔯𝔬」 ༉‧₊˚

content. f!reader. hurt/comfort, protectiveness, childhood friends to lovers, graphic descriptions of gore, major character injury, stalking, discussions of attempted sexual assault. multi-part series. not proofread.

if you would like to be tagged for the series, click the link.

synopsis. it only takes a moment for your world to be flipped completely upside-down. an entire life of bliss has been rotated into one impactful moment of despair, and all you want is for someone to say that everything is going to be already - that it is going to be okay.

Kyojuro burst inside of the room, his calloused hands hovering over your unmoving body as he was stuck in time, frozen with contemplation of conflicting ideas moving forward. He could go after that demon, possibly stopping it from hurting anyone else - or he could stay with you, making sure that the demon didn’t come back to finish the job.

He decided on the latter, gently picking up your unconscious form in his arms as he examined the wounds peregrinating your arms, legs, torso, and neck. Blood leaked from some of the larger gashes in droves, splattering against the ground in a dark, crimson puddle. If he looked at the room closer, he would notice even more splotches staining the walls and floor.

The last time he had seen you look like this was when you had rushed from your estate on that dreaded night more than a decade ago. He never wanted to see you so distressed and distraught ever again - but he didn’t want to see you like this either.

He was careful not to make your wounds worse as he lifted you, carrying you into his arms towards your shared bedroom. He moved some of the larger blankets out of the way, propping your head up slightly on a pillow, before setting the rest of your body down.

The flapping of wings preceded Kaname landing on his shoulder, waiting patiently for any command from his master, who sat staring at your unmoving form. The only sign of life was the small shiver of your chest as it moved up and down shakily.

“Summon the Kakushi from the Butterfly Estate,” he spoke lowly. The crow didn’t hesitate, sensing his master’s anger as he soared through the open door, gliding across the air currents of the sky to reach the household at top speeds.

Kyojuro finally started to move, taking some of the bandages that you had stored in your room for after missions and wrapping them around a couple of the larger lacerations, putting pressure on the worst of them. His jaw clenched in a wave of muffled anger, as indirect and muddy as water - urging him to snap against the next person who does anything even slightly off.

Some of the wounds were far large for him to possibly handle by himself, requiring someone with much more specialized medical training to treat them - he knew he’d be looking into classes after this incident in case anything ever happen again - not as if he would ever let something like this happen again.

Small footsteps broke him out of his thoughts, his younger brother not hesitating to open the doors and walk through, settling on your opposite side. In his arms was an oversized basket, storing an array of bandages and ointments - which he immediately began wrapping around some of the ignored, smaller wounds. The older brother locked eyes with Senjuro as he worked - before they shifted down towards the untreated slash marks that crawled up his arms.

“Senjuro. Your arm-”

“It will be fine,” he stated bluntly, coldly even. The hashira had never seen the young boy act so brittle, not exuding his normal aura of energy and empathy. He was completely focused on cleaning and sanitizing the wounds the best that he could - with similar limited medical knowledge - nimble fingers drawing the bandages taut and checking through some of his older brother’s work.

Kyojuro realized his own hands had been trembling.

With swift and pounding thuds, two Kakushi attendants burst into the room with baskets of supplies, immediately accessing the situation and setting up for work. They respectfully tried to scoot the brothers out of the way, making an attempt to convince them to leave so they could have more space o work. Senjuro left begrudgingly, not wanting to impede the process, but Kyojuro only glared at them.

“I’m not leaving.”

The two attendants started to shake underneath the stare of the normally cheerful and charming hashira, not expecting the asphyxiating atmosphere he was giving off - but they knew the reason he was like this. Every member of the Corp that had run into the both of you - which wasn’t rare, considering the fact that you were practically attached - knew the kind of relationship you both had, being fiercely protective of one another.

It was like watching a lion stand guard over his lioness.

“S-Sir-”

“I’ll stay out of the way,” he huffed - and with that blunt statement, he sat down by your side, not to utter another word as he took your calloused hand into his own. The attendants gave each other a look, before shrugging and giving up, going ahead with their work.

They rewrapped some of the looser bandages that appeared to be neatly done - most of them being done by Senjuro - or cleaning those that were caked in blood. They applied special ointments to the edges of some larger wounds on your torso and neck to disinfect them, forcing a small groan of pain to escape out from between your lips.

He flinched violently at the sound, half of his instincts screaming at him to stop the attendants from moving any further, immediately throwing them out in an attempt to ensure no more discomfort. The other half wanted to do nothing but hold you in his arms, embracing you and surrounding you with his presence - protecting you with his own form - but he knew that was irrational. Instead, he sat there quietly, rubbing comforting circles into the skin of your palm.

“S-Sir - we’re done.”

He slowly looked up, nodding to the attendants as they bowed in respect, handing him a bag of what appeared to be extra ointment and bandages. Some instructions tumbled out of their mouths - about routinely applying ointment to wounds, rewrapping bandages every so often - only for him to mindlessly nod, barely paying attention to them as he watched the steady movement of your chest, assuring him that you were breathing and alive.

They made their way outside the door, closing it with a quiet click, knowing that the young man would want a private moment alone with his love. He hovered over your face with softened eyes, observing the small movement of your mouth as it parted - letting in small breathes that circled around your lungs, moving life in and out in a wave.

“Oh, my love…”

He brushed some of the sweat-slicked baby hairs out of your face, placing light kisses against your hairline. He dipped his fingers into a water bowl that had been placed to the side of the mat, wetting one of the cloths and folding it on top of the feverous skin of your forehead, before caressing the skin around the corner of your eyes and cheeks.

He leaned in slowly, kissing the bridge of your nose between your resting eyes. He cupped your cheek in one of his hands, tracing the beauty marks with his thumb before he rested his forehead against yours, closing his eyes.

“...you didn’t deserve any of this.”

Small droplets of salty tears started to leak from the corners of his burning eyes, landing on the flushed skin of your cheek. He wiped it off, trying to calm himself through his breathing, though it was all completely in vain. He had never felt so vulnerable, so wounded - despite the fact that it was not him that had been attacked.

So many emotions were processing at once - anger, sadness, fear, dread, frustration - almost too much for the poor man to handle on his own. He had seen so much shit throughout his entire career, things that had shaken him to his core - but he had never considered something would happen to his loved ones. He had an inherent belief that he would always be around to protect them - to protect you.

But he wasn’t there.

“Kyojuro,” an uncharacteristically soft voice spoke from the entrance of the room.

Shinjuro knew that his son was going to be very angry with him, and for the first time in many years - he couldn’t find the strength or will of ignorance to blame it on any of his own personal issues. He could’ve done something to intervene in the situation - the years of his work and training as a hashira not completely forgotten to time and his aging body. He shouldn’t have stood there like a fool as everything had come to a head, somehow taking him for complete surprise.

He had accidentally broken the only promise his late friend had ever asked of him - that if anything ever happened to him, especially in their line of work, to protect and take care of his daughter - a promise that he had asked with such fire in his eyes, it rivaled and moved the former flame hashira greatly.

The remnants of that shattered promise had been swept away so quickly within one night, very much like how the life of that man had been so easily taken from him within moments. It all came into full fruition as the girl under his care lay unconscious and badly wounded - as he didn’t even try to raise a finger to what hurt her.

“I do not want to hear it, father.”

That was the only thing he could muster, taking everything to hold himself back from yelling at his father. The room remained completely silent as the tension became thicker and thicker with each passing moment. Senjuro walked back in, sitting on the other side of your body and silently examining the work the Kakushi had done.

Shinjuro took a deep breath. “I know you’re upset with me, Kyojuro.”

The hashira tightened his fists in a blind rage, seething and completely at his own limit, startling his younger brother and turning around in preparation to unleash his anger - only to see the look in the eyes of his father. It was a look that he hadn’t seen in a long time, though it was one that he could recognize well - a look of compassion, regret, shame, and sorrow.

If only it hadn’t taken a situation like this to finally reach the heart of his father - one that had long slumbered in hibernation after the death of his mother. It had him pause in his fury, allowing his father to have another moment to speak.

“You have every right to be. I - I broke my promise to her father-”, he stepped forward, sitting near the end of the mat as he gazed at the young woman before him, the corners of her mouth downturned in an uncomfortable grimace. He frowned, but took a deep breath to collect himself, “-but we need to figure out what this demon wanted.”

His son could do nothing but nod his head, both agreeing with him and attempting not to cause a further argument - not now. He knew that his father was right, and was too emotionally drained to do anything other than press his mind to the brink of survival mode. To take the next step, and not think about what comes afterward.

The current and former hashira both tried to wrack their brains, searching for anything that had changed recently within the environment or the town - something that was even slightly off with someone or something - but they couldn’t seem to come up with anything on their own.

“They knew each other.”

The pair turned to look at the now outspoken Senjuro, who had been completely silent up until that point. He held onto your other hand, subconsciously rubbing his thumb against your own. The warmth that the scene brought grounded both of them, but didn’t surprise them at all.

Ever since Ruka passed away, Senjuro had been much more attached to you, following you around like a little duckling throughout every stage of your life. That habit never changed, with the both of you practically being attached at the hip. It had never been a problem, especially since the both of your adored one another - one of the many qualities that had enamored Kyojuro to you in the first place. It was now that they both saw how much you two truly cared for one another, with the normally shy and meek boy speaking confidently and boldly - a determined tone of voice driveling from his lips.

“What do you mean?”

The young boy froze, not even realizing that he had spoken out loud - but he knew that he needed to tell them the trust. That he knew something important that they were missing, something that could be monumental with tracking down the demon that had been tormenting your mind for almost a decade.

“I-I mean - he was talking about her father - and her as a little kid.”

Kyojuro and Shinjuro both took a moment, pausing. Their complexions paled as the sudden realization smacked them in the face. This demon knew you, and while it could possibly be the many monsters that you had seen on your journeys - what would be the likelihood that you hadn’t taken care of those without telling them?

No.

There was only one other beast that could possibly have been responsible for this.

The one that had murdered your family many years ago.

They both should’ve known.

There was a certain animosity that demons tended to create with every scene of decay and death that they left in their wake - but a long-time demon slayer could tell the stark difference between two things. A murder that occurs in cold blood, or a personal - gruesome murder.

And this was very personal.

Shinjuro rubbed his forehead in frustration, knowing that he should’ve pressed for more information in the past, but he always pushed it off because he never thought you were emotionally ready to recall such a gruesome night.

Kyojuro knew you had been trying to tell him something for weeks - he had grown up with you his whole life - but had been too busy to sit and listen to what you had to say, and you had probably put off speaking about it until it convenienced him. It made him grimace in regret.

He looked up to his brother, noticing something extremely off with the small boy - his hand was trembling, gripping onto yours tightly as his lip quivered, before leaning down and resting his forehead against your arm as he tried to calm his own breathing.

“Senjuro…” he started softly, making his way over to the side of the mat where his brother was sitting. “...is there something you’re not telling us?”

It was silent for a moment, the shaking in Senjuro’s body increasing tenfold as he tried to muster the courage to speak once again. He had been doing so good, and he knew that it was imperative that he says something, but the reality of the situation was becoming too much.

“...this is all my fault.”

Kyojuro looked at his brother for a moment, his features softening as he placed a comforting hand on the small of his back. The young boy peeked up at him, teary-eyed as Kyojuro managed a small, encouraging smile and silently urged him to continue.

He gritted his teeth. “I accidentally let the demon inside.”

“I-I heard some kind of noise from outside, and opened the window - and there he was.”

His breathing rate started to increase as a panic attack was beginning to come over him. “If I hadn’t done that, n-nee-san wouldn’t have jumped in to defend me-”

Kyojuro interrupted him with a calm, grounding voice. “Senjuro.”

The younger brother looked up as he continued to speak. “You know as well as I do that (Name) would go to the edge of the earth to protect you. It’s in her nature.”

Shinjuro shifted a bit from his place by the end of the mat, uncomfortably thinking about how much you resembled your late father - maybe not in appearance, you looked more like your mother - but you absolutely resembled him in personality and character. Always there to protect, always there to defend - without question. It was his biggest strength, as well as his biggest weakness - much like it was yours.

“N-Nii-san,” Senjuro whispered, voice wavering as he spoke with hesitation.

“When I looked through the door again-”, he took a deep, shaky breath, “-the demon was kissing her.”

His spine because alight with some kind of shock, causing him to sit straight up at attention as he listened dutifully to what his brother had to say. His expression was absolutely stupified, eyes widened and brows raised.

On the other hand, Shinjuro’s expression darkened steadily, his gut knowing exactly where this conversation was now headed. He had seen situations like this before, of demons that had truly demonstrated some of the darker parts of humanity - a situation his son had never looked upon so intimately before.

“I-I think…he was going to…”

It was at that moment that the atmosphere and tension shattered, Kyojuro stood up as he realized exactly what his brother was trying to say. His expression darkened to match that of his father but was far much worse. His expression could be described as animalistic, sparked by rage at the core of his very being. His arms shook, making sure that his sword was inside the sleeve because he knew what his next course of action was.

He made his way to the door.

“Kyojuro.”

He stopped momentarily, only humoring his father because he was not willing to listen to any chastisement or command in regard to this situation. He was going to handle this situation his way, no matter what anyone said.

“Kill him. I’ll make sure she’s safe.”

There was more anger in his father’s voice than he had ever expected, but the reason behind that was obvious. Despite his struggle with alcoholism and his anger, he still had some care for his family - which extended to the woman he saw as his future daughter-in-law.

He didn’t bother to nod or speak in agreement, running into the night as he started to follow the tracks that the demon had carelessly left behind in his rush to escape the estate. That mistake would be his doom.

This demon was going to pay with the aftershock of the storm that he had created.

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raidenssblog · 2 years

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How they react to you dying in front of them

Characters: tanjiro, Zenitsu, inosuke ← you are here, genya.

Pronouns: gender neutral

Genre: angst

Warnings: blood, death, crying, yelling, mention of bones breaking, suffocation. Not proff read spoiler for Mugen Train.

Summary: how Inosuke reacts to you dying in front of him while on a mission.

Btw idk what enmu uses. Like if you know the name of the tentacle things could you tell me. Ty:D

W/n = wrong name

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Confused.

So many emotions just hit the boy and he was crying and running into the forest.

Stays in there for a few weeks just thinking over your death. Think about how it happened and how he wasn't strong enough to save you.

He is for sure one to blame himself for leaving you to kill the demon.

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Sweat dripped down your forehead as your sword continuously clashed with the tentacles. Trying so hard for none of the to reach the passengers.

inosuke and tanjiro had ran to the front carriage to kill the demon that was controlling the train.

You legs ached and you hands began shake. No matter how fast you were to cut the tentacles off they regenerated faster than you could regain your composure.

This was starting to really annoy you. Slashing faster and running quicker than you body could handle. You just hoped that tanjiro and Inosuke could finish this demon off before you body gave out.

Before you knew it passengers were beginning to wake up and the train tipped off of the rails.

You began to run to the front of the train but you were stoped by another tentacle. This one had a weak hold on you. It wrapped around your legs and your hand that held your sword, stopping you movement as the train continued to fall to the side.

As the carriage you were in started to tip, the tentacle let go of you just in time for you fall through one of the smashed windows.

You landed on the dirt below shattering the bone in you leg. You tried to get out of the way of the falling train. But your leg made it impossible.

You knew there was no way to get out from under it but you didn't want to go out without a fight. That's one thing Inosuke thought you. Fight untill the end.

You flipped onto your stomach and used your good leg to quickly help you crawl. But you didn't do it quick enough.

You heard the other train carriages fall next to you, but before you could glance up you felt the train crush your body only allowing you shoulders and up to be shown.

You cough up blood and you attempt to pull your self from under the trainwreck but it was no use.

You were slowly being suffocated by the pile of metal. You took your last shallow breath as the train pushed down on your body harder.

You could feel your heart slow and your vision began to blur. Black dots appeared in your vision and soon you heart came to a stop.

Inosuke had just set tanjiro down after he took a stab for the boy. "I have to go find w/n" inosuke said leaving tanjiro with the flame hashira.

He passed Zenitsu and nezuko helping people out of the mess of metal and glass before he came across a very familiar sword snapped in half.

There was blood on your sword. Inosuke began to panic and hoped it was just someone elses.

But he saw you laying under the train. Blood was surrounding you and slowly leaking down the hill.

Inosuke took off his mask and walked towards you dead body. "Y-y-y/n?" He stuttered out.

Inosuke droped to his knees. Throwing his mask next to him and moved your hair out of your face. "N-no. No. No! NO!" Inosuke screamed as tears ran down his face.

"you can't be gone! You can't leave me! Not now! Please! You- I love you just please!" Inosuke stood up and slowly backed away tears trickled down the boys face. Eyes puffy and nose running.

"inosuke?" The boy looked over to tanjiro and Zenitsu standing in shock looking at Inosukes weak state before their eyes landed on you.

The two boys gasped in shock before turning back to inosuke. He was still crying.

They went to comfort their friend but where only met with his running figure. "INOSUKE!" tanjiro yelled out to his friend before gasping and grabbing his side while falling to his knees.

Inosuke didn't care where he went. He kept running. Pushing branches out of the way and ever now and again he stumbled on a sick or rock.

Once his body gave out he ended up on us hands and knees. In one hand he held or broken sword. He twisted around to lean in a tree, he riped off his mask again and tossed it away not caring where it went yet.

He stared at your sword. His tears stoped but his sobs continued. He lost you. He hugged your sword and tried to remember all the nice times like when you would gift him rocks back.

Or when you would play fight during his days off. even the comfort you and only you could give him.

He had never felt so lonly in the place he loved.

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Sorry this was so long I kinda went overboard 😰🥲 anyway I'll be done with genya soon

-Raiden

#demon slayer #kny x you #reader insert #agnst #kny fanfic #kny inosuke #inosuke x reader #gender neutral reader #demon slayer angst

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beeplucie · 2 years

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CUDDLING

tanjiro x gender neutral reader

Gosh y’all I am so sorry but I am a simp and Tanjiro is in my head

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Tanjiro and you were inseparable. You two were absolutely in love, though you never admitted it to one another. Your true emotions were never put into actions or words until your arrival at the butterfly mansion. Mount Natagumo had messed the two of you up, and while Tanjiro healed from his physical injuries, you were stuck healing from the ones in your head.

You could never forget the overall experience when you were on that mountain. How you weren’t strong enough to fight Rui, and Tanjiro was stuck protecting both you and Nezuko. So much shock ran through your brain when you watched the two of them nearly kill the lower moon, and then seeing the hashira proceed to. The whole time upon being brought to the butterfly mansion, you could only stir over how you didn’t do anything to help Tanjiro.

You were diagnosed with some broken ribs, which Shinobu and her helpers could easily fix. They had, of course, and you were expected to return to training. You couldn’t focus on training easily without watching Tanjiro yourself. You were always stumped, seeing him grow stronger, even after experiencing all that, and then there was you, who still stirred over something that you hadn’t even experienced so detailed, like Tanjiro had.

On top of recovering from your broken ribs, you were faced with another foe: those terrifying nightmares. Every night, the scene of seeing someone you loved so dearly get so hurt and even get so close to death haunted you. You’d never told anyone, though. You didn’t want to bother anyone at the butterfly mansion with your problems yet again. Every night, you found yourself sitting up in your bed, only being able to stare at the peacefully sleeping others and wishing that you, again, had done more to help.

At first, you hadn’t spent much time with Tanjiro. He was always off training with Zenitsu and Inosuke, and you couldn’t figure out how to join it again. It was suddenly awkward between you and Tanjiro, and that awkwardness soon turned into guilt. It was a recurring feeling of why didn’t I do that? endlessly whenever you were around him.

It had then gotten a little more comfortable, with the two of you having the ability to talk normally again to each other. As much as Tanjiro seemed to be able to get over what had happened at Mount Natagumo, you truly never could. Though you smiled while conversing, it still hurt somehow, seeing Tanjiro trying to recover with such dedication.

How many near-death experiences would it take for Tanjiro to lose that?

You didn’t want to imagine an unhappy Tanjiro.

But it still haunted you every night, against your will.

…

You slowly sat up from your bed, your blanket falling down from your shoulders. Moonlight leaked through the windows as you wiped the loose tears from your eyes. Zenitsu was asleep, and as far as you could tell, Inosuke was, too. The only one who was awake was Tanjiro, as he stared up at the ceiling blankly.

“Tanjiro?” You whispered, getting off of your bed as it creaked. “Are… are you awake?”

Silence covered the room, before Tanjiro slowly muttered a response. “Mhm. You’re up late, y/n.” He turned in his own bed to face yours. Are you alright?”

You slowly walked past Inosuke and Zenitsu’s bed, and then kneeled against Tanjiro’s, propping your elbows on the soft mattress. You and Tanjiro were now inches away from touching noses, and his drooping, tired eyes didn’t take a toll on his overall cuteness.

“I…” You trailed off, unable to find words to describe how you felt for him. “I hate those damn spider demons.” You ended up tiredly laughing as hot tears formed in your eyes. “I haven’t been able to function since. I hate what they did to you, and more… I hate how I couldn’t…” You weren’t able to finish the sentence as the choking feeling rose in your throat. “I should’ve helped you a lot more than I did.”

“y/n.” Tanjiro lifted his head up and crossed his arms. “Don’t worry about what happened to me. I’m really, really happy that you didn’t get as hurt as the rest of us.”

You felt emotion rush over you as you lowered your head into Tanjiro’s mattress. Many thoughts raced through your mind. You still knew you hadn’t done as much as he had, you knew that you were causing him trouble, you knew that he was as awake as you, but the only thing that really stayed with you was how relieved you somehow felt. Tanjiro, even in his own, hurt state, was still happy that you weren’t hurt.

It made your heart beat faster than it ever had before.

“I haven’t slept well in so long. I’m tired, Tanjiro.” You spoke slowly, voice muffled by the mattress. “I’ve had these shit nightmares since we got here.”

“I know.” Tanjiro chuckled softly. “It’s fine to talk about them, you know. It helps calm the nerves sometimes to talk about what scares you,” he explained, in his normal, calm voice. “It helps me feel safe sometimes, and it sure helped my siblings a bit.”

“Can I… erhm, can I sleep with you tonight? In your bed?”

Tanjiro paused for a moment, and though you couldn’t see his face, you heard him inhale as if he was surprised. “Would that make you feel safer?”

“It would.” You slowly lifted your head from the mattress, strands of your hair hanging over your face. “Is it alright with you?”

“It’s fine, y/n. C’mere.”

You crawled under the covers with Tanjiro, slowly adjusting yourself into a comfortable position. You ended up with Tanjiro’s chest slowly rising and sinking in your face, and in your tired, scared, flustered state, you wrapped your arms around his body.

Your eyelids fluttered as you slowly dozed off. Tanjiro began to slowly caress your head soothingly. He ended up always being soothing, and it was something you had never focused on before until that exact moment.

“y/n? Are you asleep?”

You didn’t respond.

“Hah…” Tanjiro quietly laughed. “If they knew how much I love them…”

It was the last sentence you heard before drifting asleep.

…

Quiet, hushed talking woke you up. You slowly blinked, and realized you’d never moved from your spot, which was pushed into Tanjiro’s chest. You slowly pushed yourself away from Tanjiro and sat up.

Morning light twinkled against stray pieces of dust floating in the air. You rubbed your eyes, and the person in front of you came into focus. Zenitsu stared at you and Tanjiro, who was still asleep, with slight disgust. You felt your face grow hot and flush as you tried to make words come to your mouth.

“Don’t say anything,” Zenitsu held up a finger. “I don’t want to know what you two did last night… all I can say is… thanks for being quiet.”

You would’ve protested against what Zenitsu was referencing, but instead, you just quietly laughed and turned to Tanjiro. He looked so peaceful and calm, and you couldn’t help but smile at him.

I love this guy so much.

#tanjiro x reader #fanfic #tanjiro kamado #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba

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kny-choco · 2 months

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Official Obanai Iguro wallpaper released by Ufotable in preparation for Kimetsu no Yaiba: To the Hashira Training Arc movie.

#kny choco #demon slayer #kny official art #obanai wallpaper #obanai iguro #iguro obanai #iguro wallpaper #to the hashira training arc #hashira training leaks #kny illust #official illust #serpent breathing #serpent hashira #illust #iguro #obanai #kny wallpaper

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raamitsu · 17 days

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⭐️ JUJUTSU KAISEN MANGA WILL BE ON BREAK FOR ONE WEEK IN CONJUNCTION TO GOLDEN WEEK IN JAPAN (APRIL 27TH UNTIL MAY 6TH JST)*

NEXT LEAKS (CH.259) WILL BE DISTRIBUTED ON MAY 9TH JST MEANWHILE THE OFFICIAL RELEASE WILL BE PUBLISHED ON MAY 13TH JST.

*FOR THOSE WHO IS CONFUSED, THE OFFICIAL RELEASE FOR CHAPTER 259 IS SUPPOSED TO PUBLISH ON MAY 6TH JST BUT SINCE IT’S CLASHED WITH GOLDEN WEEK, THE DATE IS POSTPONED TO MAY 13TH JST. LEAKS ARE ALSO AFFECTED.

⭐️ ATTACK ON TITAN MANGA SIDE STORY: “BAD BOY” (LEVI ACKERMAN’S CHILDHOOD) IS TO BE RELEASED TOMORROW ❕FOLLOW AoTWiki ON TWITTER FOR MORE ❕IT WILL BE INCLUDED IN AOT FLY ART BOOK.

⭐️ MY HERO ACADEMIA SEASON 7 ON AIRS THIS SATURDAY, MAY 4TH JST ❕

⭐ DEMON SLAYER: HASHIRA TRAINING ARC BEGINS TV BROADCASTING ON MAY 12TH JST.

⭐️ NEGAI NO ASTRO CHAPTER 3 HAS BEEN OFFICIALLY RELEASED ON MANGA PLUS.

📌 NEW ILLUSTRATION BY GEGE AKUTAMI FOR GIGA JUMP SUMMER 2024 IN AUGUST.

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yeahnothanks2 · 9 months

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Crossover RP Idea

So I have an idea! Just gonna throw it out there and see if anyone bites! This Crossover is between The Anime; My Hero Academia, Demon Slayer Kimetsu no Yaiba. The Game; Twisted Wonderland Here's the idea:

I would keep it with the magic base of TWST like with what I'm doing with Amaya already. Everyone has magic, there are still heroes villains, and mythical beings.

There would be five schools in this version; UA, Shiketsu, NRC, RSA, and Kimetsu Academy.

Muzan would be the principal, and Kagaya would be the vice principal. The Nine Hashira are like dorm leaders, divided dorms based on magic type. (Ie. Mist, Stone, Flame, Sound, etc.) With most of the cast being students.

But instead of a rivalry going on, they're all civil. And visiting is allowed on all campuses with the correct forms filled out.

So relatively, the relationship is good, with a few hiccups every now and then.

Now let's establish some villains; Overblots, The League, and demons. Overblots- Overblot is a form taken by those who overuse their magic and let their negative emotions "blot" their magic wands. Their aura and appearance is mostly dark. Moreover, an entity appears alongside them, having a stitched-together body and head of glass leaking ink.

The League- is a villain organization made up of powerful villains that threaten to destroy the hero society. The League was founded and led by All For One and is now led by Tomura Shigaraki. They are the main antagonists of the series, and first appeared during the U.S.J. Arc.

Demons- are a carnivorous, vampire-like species whose primary diet is humans. They are also nocturnal as they are weak to sunlight, though they also stay up during the day as they don't require sleep.

Overblots and the League would be the same. And so would the demons. To an extent. Demons have the choice of being heroes (As Kimetsu Academy is a semi-hero school) villains, (Basically, delinquents or bad guys who hide it and go to the school), or anti-heroes (In between good and evil and act outside the hero laws while still doing their version of good). The demons would still be run by Muzan, in secret. All the upper and lower moon demons in the series are demons but can go in the sun and don't technically need to eat people to survive, though some still do.

They would be like the league but try to take out heroes from the inside. Also not allied with the LoV. Kagaya would still be teaching heroism. And all. Basically, it creates a semi-secret inner school war.

Now let's explain schools Royal Sword Academy- Considered one of the two powerhouse schools in the world of Twisted Wonderland along with Night Raven College. It's NRC's rival school and has beaten them in Spelldrive tournaments for 99 years straight.

Night Raven College- Night Raven College is an all-boys academy and the main setting of Twisted Wonderland. It is a four-year magic educational institution located on top of a mountain on the north side of the Isle of Sages.

UA- is an academy that boasts the best heroics education in Japan. It sits atop a forested hill that overlooks Musutafu.

Shiketsu- is the one Hero Academy that can match up to U.A. High School in terms of prestige. It is the best school for heroes in training in the West as U.A. High is in the East.

Kimetsu Academy- is a spin-off universe in the modern world based off characters in Kimetsu no Yaiba main story.

RSA, NRC, and Kimetsu Academy are semi-hero schools as they have Hero courses but also courses for other jobs.

Meanwhile, UA and Shiketsu- are mainly hero schools that mostly have hero courses and hero-based jobs.

As such, RSA, NRC, and Kimetsu Academy have to visit UA and Shiketsu because they need tips and advice from 'real' hero schools for their hero students to be. Also, with the help of Shiketsu and UA the students applying to RSA, NRC, and Kimetsu Academy who want to be heroes get to see that they will have contact with UA and Shiketsu for more advanced learning on hero laws and training.

Students who are already students at the semi-hero schools can apply to be in a hero course four times a year (The beginning of the year, the winter break, the spring break, and the summer break) where they will often be trained by volunteer heroes in not top-ranked students. (Ie, the Big 4 for UA and the top ten for Shiketsu)

Top tier students would be; The Big 3- UA The Top 10- SHiketsu H Dormleaders/ Vice dorm leaders- RSA V Dormleaders/ Vice dorm leader- NRC The Hashira- Kimetsu Academy ~~ If you are interested please reach out through Tumblr DMs!

THANK YOU FOR READING!!!!!!!!!!

#disney twisted wonderland #yandere twisted wonderland #twisted wonder land x Oc #Twisted wonderland rp #my hero acidamia #yandere my hero academia #my hero academia x Oc #my hero academia rp #demon slayer kimetsu no yaiba #yandere demon slayer kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer kimetsu no yaiba x Oc #demon slayer kimetsu no yaiba rp

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princeblue · 3 months

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THERE ARE SOME LEAKS OF THE NEW HASHIRA TRAINING ARC EPISODE AND IM SO EXCITED UGHHHHHHHH

#demon slayer #blue rambles #kny

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nymphoheretic · 9 months

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Japan anon here🤍

So about the recent post about the 3 kny movies.

People in my country are pissed.. for one the account that first posted it posted false information about season 3 the whole time. So they are not accurate at all.. but someone everyone is believing it.

Which is annoying because when it doesn’t come true ufotable and kny will get blamed when.. it wasn’t confirmed at all.

I went to the last convention for season 3 here and I can tell you that ufotable said hashira training arc would have extended scenes and they were aiming for 5 seasons after that.

That was confirmed by ufotable and that’s what I’m following. As it came from their mouths.

I genuinely recommend people not to listen to leaks the main source is a account that is not based in Japan, or someone who went to a Japan convention.

No offense to Americans but people love to lie for followers, while fans from my country usually provide facts.

That’s all the information I have on that!

If anything changes I’ll be sure to update 🤍

First, hi bby!! How are you?

Secondly, thank you for clearing thigs up for us. I, for one, never believe the information that I see. I'm one to wait for the official release of something rather than seek out leaks that could potentially be wrong.

#nymph.letters♡#nymph's 🤍 nonnie♡

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Giyuu for 15$, pretty please!

A gamble...will it pay off?

$12 for the water Hashira and you won...Crossdressing Giyuu!

Tags: fem!Reader, crossdressing, voyeurism, handjob, cum into a napkin, embarrassed Giyuu

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“The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen Giyuu.”

“Looks like you’ll be getting our dinner free tonight with those pouty eyes.”

“All the guys are gonna think we’re dating you know.”

Each tease couldn’t be helped. Fact of the matter was that he did look wonderful in his kimono. Giyuu detested and argued it but when the night came that he was all dressed up to fool someone on a mission. Well, a better hashira couldn’t have been picked.

Done up like a doll. Rosy cheeks from all the teasing. Pout on his face even as you rubbed his thigh. Letting you know he was just a little more than excited for such a mission.

You gave him a sly smirk and pressed your hand deeper between his thighs.

“Giyuu...what is that?” You ask. Knowing damn well he isn’t hiding it.

He looks away still with deepening blush, “It’s nothing.”

“That’s not true.” You grip his cock through the fabric of the dress and lean into him smiling, “I think it’s something. Are you jeopardizing our mission?”

“I’m not jeopardizing anything-” Giyuu’s eyes flutter down to your hand against his cock, “These clothes just- Rub weird.”

You lean into his shoulder. Slowly stroking up and down with the fabric safely between your hand and his cock. Smiling as you do so in the back of the train out of most peoples line of sight, “This is going to ruin our mission. I’ll take care of it.”

No protest can be made as Giyuu can hardly stifle his moan when you hike up the hem of the dress. Exposing him to the entire train if anyone happened to look back. Still sweet as can be leaning into him. This time your fingers curl around his cock as you look forward at the rest of the passengers.

“I gotta do everything on these missions, I swear.” You swipe your finger over his slit. Rubbing in his precum as Giyuu throbs in your hand from the simplest attention. Milking him slowly and steadily as his breathing gets heavier next to you.

“Can’t have you ruining these fine linens now can we.” You whisper to the man panting next to you.

In his own little word as all he can do is stare down at the way you work his cock. Fingers gliding over his tip every once in a while to smear his leaking precum. And the way his balls tense up and tighten each time you squeeze his cock head. Giyuu can feel himself breathing this hard but can’t stop. Even as he watches you lean forward with a napkin in hand.

“C’mon, be a good girl.” You coax him as your motion quickens.

It’s hardly fair. Just as a train worker is coming from the other car too. Giyuu’s breathing becomes ragged just as he grips the underside of the seat. Cock twitching in your hands and cum seeping out of him onto the napkin so carefully held up to his cock.

One spurt. Two spurts. A third even as you pull on his cock to make sure all of it comes out. Cum stained napkin in hand you quickly pull the dress back over him just as the train worker comes to your seats.

A smile and they ask if either of you need anything. Giyuu still flush and smelling the faint musk of his cum on the napkin. Watches as you hand the worker a the cum stained napkin smiling.

“If you could throw this away. Thank you.” You smile at the worker then as he leaves you turn that smile on Giyuu. Staying silent as your hand rests on the man’s inner thigh. Only slightly brushing the still hard cock under his dress. Certain a stop in the women’s powder room would be mandatory if he couldn’t pull himself together.

#three.5k #kny smut #kny x reader #kny #kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu no yaiba smut #demon slayer #demon slayer smut #tomioka giyuu #giyuu smut #giyuu x reader #giyuu tomioka

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A/N: This was my first time doing a male reader and I honestly had so much fun with it. I know there is a lot of room for improvement but this was a good way to start!

Being a Demon Slayer was anything but easy. The constant training and missions kept you on your feet constantly. And any moment of free time was dedicated to healing or training with the higher-ups.

Today was no different. You had just gotten back from a mission a couple of days ago and after some much-needed healing, you were ready to go back to training with Hashira Gyomei Himejima.

You don't really know how you guys ended up training buddies but you weren't complaining. Something about the gentle Hashira always gravitated you to him. The way he walked around so menacing but once spoken to you realize how soft and gentle he truly is. It took a while for him to completely open up to you, but once he did, it was an avalanche of emotions.

Training with him allowed you both to understand each other. To build a bond without words.

Your training with him had lasted a while with him showing you some new exercises to work on during your resting periods to keep your body and mind in top shape. Leaving you both to go shower and head to bed to prepare for the next day.

Your mind swirled as you replayed your interactions of the day with him. The way he spoke to you differently than he did the others. How your touches would linger even out of training. Even how your eyes seem to always gravitate towards each other keeping this contact that made you feel butterflies in your stomach even when you were just thinking back to it.

You reached your room hesitating a moment as you kept your hand on the handle. A light blush covering your cheeks as you snapped back to reality. You were about to enter when you noticed someone coming out of the bathroom. Your head immediately turned to see who it was when you make direct eye contact with Gyomei.

Your eyes drift down taking in his freshly showered body. His normally styled hair was now laying flat against his forehead droplets hitting his toned chest. You follow the droplet down his body noticing how the towel hung dangerously low on his hips. He clears his throat making you meet his gaze again a slight blush covering his face.

You turn toward him making your way to him as you mentally prepared yourself as to what was to come next. "Hey Gyo how was your shower" you smile leaving a small gap between you as you looked up to him.

"It was great" he answers looking down at your lips before keeping his gaze on your eyes the blush on his face turning a darker shade.

"That's good to hear" you nod not sure of how to go about things.

"Y'know Gyo there is something I have been wanting to tell you for a while now..."

"Yes," he eagerly responds watching as you fiddled with your hands.

"Is it alright if we talk about it somewhere more private?" you gesture to your room watching as his eyes followed your movement.

"Of course lead the way"

Your mind raced as you tried to figure out what you were going to do next. You had laid awake at night preparing scenario after scenario of you finally acting on your feelings for him but now that you were actually here your mind came up blank.

You opened the door letting him in making sure to lock the door afterward as you turned to him. He stood awkwardly in the middle of the room unsure of himself when he met your gaze. Your eyes conveying emotion after emotion as you made your way to him stopping once you were a step away from him.

"There's sort of a lot I want to say but I can't really find the words to" you explain your eyes never leaving his.

"Its alright words have never really been our forte" he smiles giving you a reassuring nod "Just do what feels right."

You nod taking a moment before closing the gap between you. Your hands cupping his face bringing him towards you. Feeling your breath hitch as you felt him lean closer. You close the gap letting your emotions flow through the kiss. Lips perfectly molding to each other as his hands wrapped around your waist pulling you flush against his dampened body.

His body was warm to the touch, you could feel his heart pounding against yours. You could feel his tongue swipe over your bottom lip. His movements being just as gentle as he is as his hands wander over your body desperately trying to pull you closer to him. You hum allowing yourself to melt into his touch.

He pulls away letting his forehead rest against yours as you both caught your breaths. His hand moving to cup your face as he peppered kisses onto you.

"Let me show you how I feel" he whispers in between kisses. You nod letting him lead you to your bed his body towering above you as his hands wandered your body as you pulled him closer to you.

He tugs at your clothes helping you out of them. His eyes widening at your naked form taking a moment to appreciate just how beautiful you looked underneath him.

"You truly are beautiful in every way possible" he praises kissing down your neck to your chest. Your face heats up heartbeat quickening as he took time to appreciate your body making sure to kiss every part of your being.

His lips leaving an array of hickeys around your skin hands gripping any flesh he could as he worshipped your body. Taking a moment to slow down once he got between your legs.

Your hands travel to his hair as he rests between your legs his lips leaving hickeys on your inner thighs. "Gyo...please" you whine your hips bucking up trying to get some much-needed attention. You were basically dripping for him wanting so desperately to feel him fill you up in a way only he could.

His hand moves from your hips going to your leaking length. His hands rough from training felt amazing on your sensitive cock. His hand moving slowly as he watched your face contort in pleasure. His other hand moved down to your entrance gently teasing the hole with a finger as his other hand continued to stroke you.

He looks up to see your back arched off the bed as you squeezed your eyes shut in complete bliss. He smiles taking a moment to memorize your form. How your hands searched for him, how your body reacted to his touch. It was a sight that he wanted to ingrain into his memory forever.

He smiled giving you one last stroke before letting you go sitting himself up to look at your confused form sitting up to follow him. A prominent pout on your face at the loss of contact.

He chuckles grabbing ahold of his towel pulling it off as you wrapped your hands around his neck pulling him back to you.

You kiss him hands wandering down his chest to his length grabbing a hold of it. You look down the moment you grab him noting how big and girthy he was. Your hands not big enough to wrap around him.

He nudges your head to meet his gaze "It's okay we'll go slow" he assures you before allowing you to lay back down.

He uses his pre-cum as lubrication before placing himself at your entrance. He gives you a look before moving making sure you were ready before slowly moving into your tight warmth. The sensation was nothing you had ever experienced. His length stretching and filling you up like no one has before.

"G-Gyomei" you breathe out making him stop to check on you.

"We can stop if it's too much" he assures you caressing the side of your face as he awaited your response.

"N-no feels too good" you mumble out hips bucking up trying to create some form of movement from him.

His breath hitches at your movement nodding as he continues to fill you up eventually bottoming out with a groan. Your gummy walls clenching around him desperately wanting friction.

Y-you feel so good y/n" he mumbles against your neck as he begins to move. Each thrust hitting your core perfectly every time causing you to moan out his name. Hands clawing at his back as his thrust became deeper.

His breath becoming more labored as he felt you get closer. Your walls clenching his length molding to his form as his pace became erratic. The room-filling with sounds of pleasure as you both chased your release.

Your legs wrapped around him pulling him deeper giving you both that final thrust that put you over the edge. Your bodies clung to one another as you rode out your highs. Breaths labored as you came back to reality.

Gyomei had buried his head in the crook of your neck his cock still buried deep within you. Your hands traced his back as you felt him come back to you. His head rising up to meet your face a smile covering his tired form.

You stared at each other eyes conveying all the emotions that were too much for words. Letting each other know that you were his and he was yours from this moment on.

@gyomei1427

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