#Demon slayer truth or dare

[kurukosmochas]

Demon Slayer characters and the types of dares, or truths they would give you: ̗̀➛ /slight 18+ mentions of sex/

/The ‘on crack’ truth or dares/

The dares} “I dare you to take three shots and do a cartwheel!” or “I dare you to lick your partners feet for a minute!”

The truths} “Tell us one embarrassing sex moment” or “if you could date one uppermoon, who would it be?”

Tengen, Sanemi, and Inosuke

/The funny truth or dares/

The dares} “Do a model walk in front of a ton of random people!” or “go outside and try to summon Muzan by saying ‘HEHE’ ”

The truths} “Imagine you went to a public bathroom and took a #2, and there was no toilet paper, what would you do?” or “would you say thank you to the person who rocked the absolute shit out of you, if they were hot?”

Kyojuro, Mitsuri, and Shinobu

/The serious truth or dares/

The dares} “Walk up to someone and tell them you hate them” or “slap everyone in the room.”

The truths} “When was the last time you cried” or “what are you most insecure about?”

Muichiro, Gyomei, Giyuu, and Obani

/The E rated for everyone truth or dares/

The dares} “Wear socks on your hands for the rest of the game” or “do your best dance moves.”

The truths} “If you were invisible for a day, what would you do?” or “who is your crush?!”

Zenitsu, Tanjiro, Kanao, Nezuko

#truth or dare #demon slayer #kny #demon slayer x reader #inosuke #rengoku kyōjurō #giyuu #gyomei #shinobu #muichiro #anime #tanjiro #kanao #tengen #zenitsu #Mitsuri #obani #Sanemi #Demon slayer truth or dare

[plaguechyld]

Omggg finally a blog with dom reader instead of sub!! I'm so excited I don't know what to even request with all the thoughts in my head! I'm into power play, spanking, dumbification, praise kink and overstimulation. I can't think of a storyline but you can choose one of any of those kny characters (muzan, kokushibo, giyuu, yoriichi or kagaya ) thanks!

i’m glad you’re excited!! All of these are right up my alley too lol

first giyuu work of the blog?? Lets goooo (reader is uppermoon two along with douma)

cw: sub!giyuu, dom!gn!reader, demon!reader, uppermoon!reader, praise, spanking, dumbification, overstim, manhandling, crying, reader is said to have an angelic appearance, you/your used for reader, plot, fighting is flirting, reader has strap/cock (referred to has cock but can be interpreted at strap), demons can purr

This wasn’t the way things were supposed to happen, Giyuu was supposed to be in for a suicide mission, fighting uppermoon two alone.

The demon slayer had been confronted by the demon, you, in the dead of night when he was all alone on a patrol of the outskirts of a town in the wild lands of Japan’s countryside.

The first thing he noticed about you, embarrassingly enough, was how stunning your appearance is. Still, that didn’t stop him from drawing his katana from its sheath and baring it at you.

Giyuu swallowed when he saw your eyes, how could he not? They were beautiful after all, though they held the demonic inscription of uppermoon two.

The battle would be bloody, he knew. Your strength outweighed his by an obscene amount, your flesh could mend itself back together within mere seconds and your stamina was nearly unlimited, something he would soon come to see in a different light.

A soft smile played on your mouth, lips tugged up in a gentle manner as the skin around your eyes crinkle slightly. Each blow the hashira dealt was easily sidestepped by you, making Giyuu somewhat enchanted by you despite himself.

Your movements were so graceful, making you look like a living angel as you danced through the entourage of blade slashes directed at you.

Your smile never fades as you gradually get closer and closer to Giyuu despite him thinking that he has quite a handle at keeping you at a fair distance. The elation surprised him and he found himself soon unable to keep you more than a few feet away from him.

Sweat started beading on his forehead as he tried harder, channeling every skill he knew of from both his breathing style and swordsmanship in general. But despite the worry he was feeling at your nearing presence, you didn’t intend him any harm, you just had to exhaust the hashira to the point where he couldn’t fight back any longer.

Truth be told you found him absolutely beautiful, those deep sapphire eyes and dark black hair framing his pale face. Those fluid water-like movements, a signature of water breathing users, just looked so much better when it was Giyuu moving in that way.

In your century of life you have come across many different demons, demon slayers and normal mortals.. Even playing around with a handful that you found physically attractive, though none ever tugged at any heartstrings of yours, nor achieved a second glance.

This human was different, he was undeniably handsome but also his quiet nature intrigued you.

Mortals and even demons varied in personality, of course. But when they were in the presence of you they either become obnoxiously loud, crying and screaming and whatnot. Either that or they would cower in fear, not even daring to speak a word to you, causing you to quickly become bored with their existence.

But Giyuu was different, he was quiet, not screaming at you for your existence but at the same time his silence was not driven by fear. No, it was driven by the pure focus driving him forward.

Undoubtedly Giyuu harbored some hate towards you merely for the fact you were a demon. It didn’t bother you, however. He was respectful in his fight, never once did an insult slip past his plush lips which you found to be quite a pleasing change of pace.

And so you let him fight, let him display his years of training in such a gorgeous way.

Giyuu wasn’t completely unaware of your silent musing, he noticed the way you gazed at him with dreamy eyes. He saw the way you allowed his every attack to finish, even if it never hit you.

Those small things go unnoticed by many, so many that it has annoyed you for multiple decades. But you knew that Giyuu saw them and that only fueled your interest in him.

The fight was quiet, only the soft rustling of fabric, impact against grass and sword slashes swinging through the air.

But at the same time it spoke louder than any word could. The soft dance you two were in together grew closer and closer like it was nearing its grand finish, however that end would not be in death nor would it come that night.

The both of you seemed to look past the slashing of Giyuu’s sword, focusing on the small gestures of movement that brought a soft hue of pink to the hashira’s ears.

Your hand would graze his blade for a moment before he danced away from you again. He wasn’t that easy to woo, you found, which made you try even more. But at the same time Giyuu never rejected you, no. He was just putting on a show, a beautiful one at that.

The two of you had lived a life of darkness and bloodshed so a meeting such as this was only appropriate, no? To many others it would appear that the hashira’s fate was sealed and in a way it was, though there was no promise of death when he was with you.

It was important for the first promise between them to remain silent, not spoken aloud. The words in early days of meeting are unimportant in such a world, the quiet bond that was being built was much more precious, like a small defenseless thing that you wanted to shelter. It was valuable to you, you realized.

In some ways Giyuu felt the same. He just couldn’t help it, he was lonely. He had been lonely since childhood so the promise from such a seemingly… angelic demon seemed tempting to him. That temptation was already drawing him in, he had fallen to it, how could he not? You were so pleasing to be in the presence of. Despite the clear warning of the kanji inscribed in your beautiful e/c eyes the hashira found himself unable to pull away.

You welcomed him, you welcomed him to you, ignoring the biological hatred between the two of you because why would that matter? You had all eternity to have whatever you desired, why would principles make it any different?

The need, no matter how faint, was all too visible to you. Giyuu didn’t hide it from you, never averting his gaze from your own as if he wanted to drive your primal hunger for him. He didn’t fear your fangs nor your sharp nails that could dig into his flesh if he were to make a single misstep.

As his stamina ran out his muscles began to ache, his movements were growing more sluggish from their dance dragging on too long for his human body to handle.

This notion didn’t slip past your notice, after all the two of you were already so in tune with each other despite never speaking a word.

You let him drop right into your arms from fatigue and somehow Giyuu didn’t find himself afraid of what was to come.

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Slept left Giyuu after some hours of sleeping. He found himself waking up in a lavish western style bed. The room was comfortable, having a nice scent of something like vanilla and cinnamon.

The hashira found that couldn’t bring himself to sit up out of the bed, feeling too content to even consider it much.

Your presence was easy to sense within the home due to the fact you didn’t bother to mask it from the demon slayer. The trust between the two of you was oddly strong despite the strange nature of its founding.

It didn’t alarm Giyuu when you entered what he could only assume to be a guest bedroom. In your hands was a bowl of pork cutlet, well seasoned with some vegetables on the side. The exhausted demon slayer took the bowl of food with a thankful nod.

As he ate he was able to hear your voice for the first time as you asked him a simple question.

“Your name?” ah, of course your voice would be as attractive as your appearance. The mere sound of it had turned the tips of Giyuu’s ears pink once more as he replied in a soft voice.

“Tomioka Giyuu.” It was a short response but he was happy to see that you didn’t mind his lack of verbalization. You gave him your name in return and he nodded, finishing up his meal with eagerness.

You chuckle softly as you take his empty bowl away and at the same time set down a glass of water. Giyuu smiled softly to himself, hiding it behind the rim of the cup as he took a grateful drink.

This was some of the most gentle treatment he had received after years of tough training, bloodshed and ostracization from his fellow slayers. So he couldn’t help but feel at ease around you, despite your status as an uppermoon demon.

You couldn’t help but feel similarly with his own status as a high ranking demon slayer, a hashira. The two of you didn’t feel like you were in danger when you were around each other which was out of the ordinary but at the same time pleasing.

It was quite comforting to finally be able to form a meaningful connection with someone after all these years.

The wounds he had allowed himself to sustain during a recent mission were now rebandaged, Giyuu noticed. You had spent the time wrapping his arm and waist in fresh white bandages, making the hashira feel a warmth growing in his chest.

Those seemingly small things were quite a gentle and thoughtful thing for a demon to even consider doing, he thought. So the fact that you did it made it all the more special to him.

You had left Giyuu to his thoughts for a little while as you cleaned his dish before putting it away.

You returned to his side not long after and this time the two of you didn’t stay separated for long. Soon you were seated on the comfortable duvet cover of the bed Giyuu had been resting in, looking over at him.

A slight shift in his posture edged his hand just a little closer to your body, a silent invitation for you to take hold of it.

And that you did, your cooler hand slipped into his rather warm and calloused one, gently running your thumb over the top of it as Giyuu allowed his deep blue eyes to flutter shut. Soft touches were so rare in Giyuu’s profession and he was really feeling that fact now.

Some might consider him touch starved, which he couldn’t disagree with. So when you gave him that gentle touch Giyuu could find himself craving more and more. He didn’t care about being greedy and honestly, neither did you.

So a simple hand touch soon turned into you rubbing his arm then to the two of you in a joined embrace on that soft bed. It was painfully comfortable, lying there with Giyuu. So the two of you remained wrapped in each other’s arms for a while longer.

Your hands eventually found his dark black hair, undoing the ponytail it was currently in, letting it hang loose. Giyuu hummed in question only to be met by you slipping down into a lying position on the bed and opening your arms for him.

Who was he to refuse the demon that took him in? So of course he allowed his body to sink against your’s, letting out a soft breath of content when you begin rubbing slow circles on his back. It didn’t bother him that he was without a shirt at that moment, not at all.

All that mattered was being snuggled against you, being pressed so comfortingly against your demonic body. Giyuu loved that you welcomed him into your arms, that you rubbed his back and tended to his wounds. That you cared to make him feel this way.

And maybe.. Perhaps you would also care enough to make him feel better in another way. That thought seeped into his mind with no warning nor invitation but once it was in it made itself a home. Giyuu couldn’t get the thought of you doing such a sinful and loving thing.

Your eyes were busy gazing at his face, admiring his beautiful features. Once he looks up at you he instantly notices how you’re watching him with that sweet look on your face. Instantly he felt blush slowly spreading across his cheeks. You giggle softly at his reaction and cup his cheeks in your hands, gently squeezing them.

“May I?” you inquire with a quiet breath before smiling when Giyuu nods his head. Your lips meet his own soft ones in a tender kiss. 

It’s calm at first until Giyuu leans into it more, urging you to take that next step. Of course, who were you to deny him? So your tongue meets his own, exploring his mouth for the first time that night.

Giyuu was so needy yet so inexperienced, he didn’t know where to place his hands and was messily copying the motions of your tongue. 

So you take the lead, your hands holding his waist possessively, rubbing all over his skin and bandages with a firm touch.

He tasted so sweet and his little muffled whines were so adorable to listen to. It was so hard to take this slow but you knew that he needed it that way, despite his cold facade he was quite a sensitive thing.

His body remained on top of yours but in no way was the hashira in control, he had relinquished that the moment he fell into your arms. 

You eventually sat up with Giyuu in your lap, clinging to you like you’d vanish if he were to let go.

Giyuu felt his air supply running low so reluctantly he parted from your lips, gasping for breath soon after. Your smile never faded and your hands never left his body, they rubbed his waist slowly before eventually grasping it in full.

Your grip wasn’t particularly firm nor possessive at the moment and even so Giyuu could feel warmth pooling in his tummy from the mere touch. It wasn’t long before you sunk your lips back against his, pulling him into another searing kiss.

It was just so perfect that the hashira couldn’t resist attempting to clumsily roll his hips, not knowing what to do but feeling a tightness growing in his pants. After your lips separate for a second time you don’t waste a moment in placing hands on Giyuu’s hips to guide him properly.

A soft whimper escaped his lips, it was breathy and pure, so painfully pure to you. You had to have more, Giyuu was just so stunning when he was like this, after all. Your hands picked up the pace, making the slayer gasp in moderate surprise before leaning his head into the crook of your neck.

You didn’t mind because in that position you could hear each and every sound that Giyuu let out. Every breathy gasp and quiet whimper were easily picked up by you, driving you forward.

Giyuu bit down on his bottom lip out of pure instinct. He was practically in heaven, or so he thought. He knew he wouldn’t be able to stop himself- or you, from continuing the passion that was slowly unfolding in this quaint bedroom; hidden away from the rest of Japan.

“Please, more.” he whispers to you in an almost bashful tone. You knew exactly what he desired and you weren’t about to deny your beautiful human anything, at least not yet. So you obey, unbuckling his belt and “accidentally” brushing your hand against the prominent bulge in his dark black pants.

Each touch of that nature had the water hashira tensing and sucking in a breath of surprise and need. You just had this air about you; it was driving him insane. If you could just do it, touch him there; where he needs it-

Giyuu squeaks at the soft smack that was laid against his now bare thigh. Your hand was quick to rub the soft skin there, of course; but it served as a reminder to be good, to not go off on his own. He needs to listen to you, of course he does; he has no idea what to do.

“Shh, just follow my lead. Listen, baby.” you mutter in reply to his soft pleading sounds. Giyuu swallows before nodding his head, he knows that he has to be good for you to get what he wants, somehow.

Ah, but it was so hard! He was sitting in your lap in only his fundoshi, rolling his hips at a pace you control and to top it off you were still fully clothed. Giyuu merely buried his face even more so against your neck, choosing to stay quiet.

But that just wouldn’t do, would it? No; he needs to voice what he wants with you. You shift him in your lap, placing your thigh between his own so that he can get more friction against his bulge as you whisper teasingly in his ear.

“You want something, what is it?” he tenses slightly as his cheeks flush more. He should’ve known that you would figure it out; after all he wasn’t good at hiding anything from you, clearly. Swallowing his shyness after a moment he replies,

“You still.. Have all your clothing on…” so that was what he was thinking about? How sweet. You chuckle in light amusement before giving him one guided hip roll against your thigh.

“Then take it off.” you reply without missing a beat, making the hashira pause and look up at you with slightly glazed over blue eyes and a confused expression on his face. However that confusion soon turns into blush as he looks down- avoiding your gaze as he nods his head.

With trembling hands he pulls both your kimono and under-kimono open, revealing your chest to his flustered but oh so hungry gaze. You had removed your haori long before settling down in bed with the hashira so now all that remained was your kimono, obi and hakama pants.

Next Giyuu unties your obi with unsure hands. You take the fabric from him and look into his eyes, clearly uninterested in what becomes of it because of the lust that was starting to get to you.

The hashira swallows before continuing to help you undress and slowly, piece by piece, your stunning body is revealed.

But he can’t have all of the fun, can he? So you toy with the edge of his fundoshi for a little while, making Giyuu blush even further before eventually pulling it off. The hashira instinctually covers his erection with his hands, embarrassment flooding through his face.

You smirk softly and take his hands in yours, bringing them away from covering anything. You lay soft kisses on his knuckles as well, smiling at the way he was blushing because of it.

A soft whisper, or rather plea of your name here and there, had your patience nearly snapping. But you had to remind yourself that your baby didn’t know any better, not yet. Giyuu was just calling out for you, wanting you closer, wanting more of your touch; wanting more of you.

“Press your back to my chest.” you instruct in a calm voice, Why were you so calm and collected? Giyuu was blushing so much that he thought his skin was on fire at this point. You really were going to ruin him; though he obeys nonetheless. With his back flush against your chest you wrap your arms loosely around his waist.

You slide one hand to his erect cock while the other trails further up, playing with one of his soft pink nipples.

A light pinch with the first stroke of his cock has Giyuu’s hands flying up to cover his mouth. But even then he isn’t able to hide his squeal from you. You rub your hand up and down the length of his dick, occasionally circling his tip with the pad of your thumb.

“None of that now, darlin’. I want to hear every sound you make.” you whisper, your voice almost a soft hiss. You had to resist being just a bit harsher in your words with him because you knew Giyuu wouldn’t know what to do with himself.

Besides, you had other things planned for tonight…

Giyuu nods meekly as he lowers his hands, instead balling them up into fists as your hand picks up its pace. Another moan is pulled out of the hashira as you give his nipple a sharp tug.

Ah, his bare shoulder is just too tempting for you to not bite… So you lean in and sink your teeth, albeit quite gently for a demon, into the juncture between his neck and shoulder, eliciting a sharp cry from him.

“HnGAH?!~” another bite, another squeal or cry. It was an addicting cycle but you eventually began licking over the marks you had already left, not wanting to be too rough quite yet. Your hand also never stopped, driving Giyuu closer and closer to orgasming.

Your fingers leave his chest to press against his lips, coaxing him to suck on them and coat them with his saliva. For what? He doesn’t know yet; though he will soon. He arches his back, hipping bucking into your hand as he feels the coil about to snap.

“Close, close!~” is all of the muffled warning you get before the hashira comes, pearly white cum staining your hand. You hum, bringing it to your lips to taste much to Giyuu’s embarrassment.

“Mmpfh!” he protests, wordlessly, due to the fingers currently playing with his tongue. You merely hum in response, finding the taste of your darling to be quite pleasant. Looking down into his flustered eyes makes you chuckle softly before giving him a kiss on the head in response.

“Sorry, hun. Couldn’t resist tasting you.” you chuckle quietly before pulling the two fingers you had in the hashira’s mouth out. They were thoroughly coated in saliva now and perfect for what you intended to use them for.

You let Giyuu get another whine out before flipping him to lay with his chest flush against yours once again.

Giyuu can’t help but feel quite comfortable in this position, being able to hold onto you- practically hug you all while feeling your bare skin against his was something he was never going to get tired of.

Your dry hand slowly finds its place on Giyuu’s perky ass, giving it a few rubs before lightly pressing your two wet fingers against his hole.

He sucks in a nervous breath, never having been penetrated before; only jacking off when he was alone at times. But you’re there to soothe his worries, of course you are. You’ve been so sweet to him this entire time.

“Shhh, it’s alright. I’ll go slow, okay?” you murmur in a soft voice before laying another gentle kiss on the hashira’s forehead. Giyuu nods his head as he looks up at you with wide trusting eyes, squeezing them shut when you push your finger in, burying the first knuckle in his warmth. He was grateful you were adding them one at a time as he wasn’t sure if he could take them in from the beginning at once.

“Ngh.. ahn~” his moans are like little mumbles as he smushes his face into your chest, hands holding onto your back as he pushes back on your finger slightly.

Soon enough another knuckle is in him, then another until your middle finger is completely inside.

Giyuu shifts his hips slightly, trying to get used to the sensation of having something inside him like this.

“I’m going to add another finger, alright?” you warn quietly, only acting when Giyuu gives a little nod in response. You slowly ease your middle finger out of him before readjusting so that both your middle and ring fingers slip into the first knuckle. Giyuu lets out a soft hum of pleasure, shifting his hips to let you know that he wants you to continue.

And you do, you ease those two fingers until they’re fully inside of him and at that point the hashira is moaning softly into your chest. You kiss the top of his head as you begin moving them in and out at a nice and slow pace, allowing him to get used to the sensations he’s receiving.

Your fingers work diligently, pressing deep within him every time you move them back in. Occasionally you spread them apart to loosen his muscles, to which he lets out a moan or whine, depending on the distance between your fingers.

Soon enough the tips of your fingers pad against a soft little bump that causes Giyuu to squeal and arch his back without warning. His eyes fly open for a moment before his body shudders and once more clings onto your own.

“Is that where it feels the best?” you ask him, not expecting to receive an answer as your fingers prod away at that sensitive spot. Giyuu can’t answer, his voice too busy being used for moans and whines from the stimulation he was receiving at your hand; or rather, fingers.

Though, to your surprise Giyuu manages a slight nod in response to your question. How sweet… you just had to tease him a little bit, of course. So you press nice and firmly against that spot, not taking your fingers off  like before.

“NYAGH!~ Whu-wai-” his moans are like a sweet melody to your ears, he’s begging, pleading with you. It’s too much, he really isn’t used to these types of touches.

So when you finally return to your normal pace he slumps down against your chest again, whining and whimpering to himself.

You eventually find that he’s been stretched enough, though you’re still thoughtful about how his body will react to the real thing. So you reach over to the nightstand and retrieve a bottle of oil.

You pour a decent amount onto his already twitching hole, noticing how he squirms slightly from the feeling. You kiss him on the forehead, whispering a soft reassurance before spreading the oil along his walls.

His hands still grab at your arms, your chest, your back; whatever he can get at he’s instantly clinging onto. He whines softly when you remove your fingers, having grown used to the sensations they provided.

“It’s okay, darling..” you whisper in his ear, your voice calm with barely concealed lustful hunger. A soft sigh makes its way from Giyuu’s lips, signaling the fact he was quite content in your arms.

However a soft gasp does slip past his lips as he feels your tip pressing teasingly against his slick and oiled rim, as if you did such a thing just to hear him moan more.

Your teasing movement was met with a tremor of Giyuu’s legs and his face being pressed against your neck. It was sweet that he was acting so shyly when only a few moments ago he had pleaded with you, whispering your name in that breathy voice of his.

But you could only tease Giyuu for so long, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to take much of it without proper training.

So you gently grab ahold of his hips, squeezing them lightly as you guide him to slide down on your cock. A choked whine sounds from Giyuu’s lips as his hands squeeze you, holding on for dear life.

“Ah! Feels.. W-weird.. Mngh..” he slurs into your neck, hands still squeezing you as tightly as he could manage. You hum softly in response, eyes focusing on the hashira’s hips.

Giyuu shifts around in your lap, trying to get used to the sensation of being so full. Soft whimpers leave his lips every time you readjust him slightly, getting him into place.

“Hngh.. move? P-please?” He asks, innocent eyes looking up into your own demonic inscribed one. How adorable. He was just too cute to say no to.

You hum and place a lingering kiss on Giyuu’s already sweaty forehead as you buck your hips up into him.

Soon enough you move your beauty onto the bed so that he can relax on his back, arms and legs wrapped around your body as you move your hips at a slow and smooth pace.

You thrust your hips forward, driving your cock into the hashira’s tight heat again and again so that you can soak up the sweet moans Giyuu lets out. They’re heavenly to listen to, sounding like a siren’s call.

“Good boy, you’re doing so good.” you whisper in his ear as your hips keep moving, continuing to thrust your cock deep into his hole.

Heat spreads over Giyuu’s cheeks as he clenches around your dick at the praise, making you unable to resist pressing a kiss to his soft lips again.

He bucks his hips up to meet your every thrust as you pick up the pace you were moving at, now bullying his prostate perfectly.

“Mnghh~ close…” he murmurs between moans that continue to grow in volume, signifying the truth behind his words.

“I know baby, I know.” you reply with a few more strong thrusts of your hips, driving Giyuu closer and closer to his peak.

With one more harder movement of your hips Giyuu let out a wail, cum spurting from the tip of his cock as his nails dug into your back.

You made the choice to not allow yourself to heal the marks that the demon slayer was leaving on your back, you wanted to be able to admire them in the morning after all.

However you don’t stop your hips there, no. Giyuu was just too cute and warm for you to be able to control yourself. The hashira let out a startled moan before sinking his teeth into your shoulder to muffle his sounds.

He only let go to whine out, “t’much! ‘Soo m-muhhch!~” How sweet. It was adorable to hear him whine about everything being too intense for him to handle but at the same time thrusting his own hips up to meet your harsh pounding.

Tears cascade down the Hashira’s face, making him seem even more pathetically cute than before. His beautiful blue eyes roll back in his head as you hit that sweet spot over and over again, causing his dick to harden once more.

He can feel himself growing closer despite having come not that long ago. You were just too good, too perfectly attuned to all of his needs.

A second orgasm rips through him, causing him to arch his back and let out a filthy moan that's soon silenced by your lips connecting with his. It's so much, it's too much!

Giyuu feels like he’s drowning in the best pleasure imaginable. Though he expects you to stop now, after all you’ve gotten him to cum twice tonight and that's quite a lot for him, at least.

But you don’t, you keep going and even pick up your pace slightly. It punches sweet little “Uh uh uh”’s out of the poor thing, making it clear to you that he’s too fucked out to whine about it.

Your hand comes down to hold onto his chin, making him look up at you with that oh so pretty fucked out expression of his.

“Hm, you can take another round, can’t you baby?” you ask, the question obviously rhetorical as both him and you know that his brain is too mushy to answer you.

Instead Giyuu gives a weak whine of protest before holding onto you tighter. Though, his body is a stark contrast of the complaint he had just let out; he’s wiggling his hips, urging you to continue moving your own.

So with a soft chuckle you continue, slamming your cock deep into him, ramming so far inside that Giyuu swears that he’s seeing stars.

“AHN!- mnHN~.. ‘Omgohhhdddd!-" The hashira’s voice is broken up by his heavenly moans, unable to stop himself as you continue giving all the pleasure that you could possibly give him.

Your stamina is downright insane, though what could Giyuu expect. After all, you are one of the higher ranking uppermoon demons.

Even then, you can feel your pace slipping as your thrusts grow sloppier- more intense in pace and less like the strong, deep and practiced ones you had done prior.

“‘M close, baby. Want me to fill you up some more, Giyuu? Hmm?” You murmur into his ear, your breath hot and heavy as you breathe in Giyuu’s intoxicating scent.

Giyuu nods fervently in response as he screws his deep blue eyes shut. His cheeks are all rosy and stained with dried tear marks, making him all the more adorable.

He hiccups as you finally slow your pace, hips moving slower as you cradle his shaking body close to your own.

Oh? It appeared he had cum for a third time from that sloppy pace. What a sensitive thing he is.

You kiss Giyuu’s forehead, finding it drenched in sweat with his black bangs sticking to his. He looks up at you with a dazed look when you finally slow to a stop before closing his eyes again.

A smile finds its way onto your lips as you pull out of him, making him gasp, arching his back for one last time.

Giyuu whines softly, opening those tired eyes of his again as he searches for your touch.

“Mmngh.. Stay…” The hashira murmurs, calling out for you in that sweet and quiet voice of his.

How could you refuse? So of course you wrap yourself around his weakened body.

You use a soft cloth you dipped in the lukewarm water that had been sitting out in a glass to clean the cum from Giyuu’s tummy. 

Your touch is gentle as you clean him up as best you can for the moment, after all the poor thing was much too tired for a proper wash.

In return the hashira snuggles up to you, peppering shy kisses to your neck as a thank you for the night as he was much too tired to talk.

You release a quiet purr in return, it's a sweet and gentle sound which makes it soothing for Giyuu to listen to.

The hashira curls up properly after you set the cloth down, feeling quite content to be wrapped in your arms like this.

He falls asleep quite quickly, clearly your shared night of intimacy had gotten to him quite quickly.

You merely smile and lay another kiss on him, this time to the top of Giyuu’s head.

“How sweet…” You whisper to yourself. Perhaps it wouldn’t hurt to prolong this… relationship.

#sub character #kny smut #kny #sub kny #dom reader #demon slayer #kny x you #smut #n/sfw #giyuu #sub giyuu #kny giyuu #giyuu x reader #giyuu tomioka #dumb wh0re #demon x #demon x human

[a-chip-in-inosukes-nichirin]

Flash, Flirt, Fuck

Fandom: Demon Slayer/Kimetsu no Yaiba

Rating: Mature/Explicit - Minors DNI (18+ only)

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Sanemi/Reader

Tags: College AU, flashing you classmate, oral sex, penis in vagina sex, unprotected sex, spin-the-bottle, truth or dare, light banter, AFAB reader, mildly dubious consent (due to alcohol), wingman Makio, switch reader

Wordcount: 3.4k

Flash your crush or eat your friend's potentially hazardous takeout leftovers? The dare is a no-brainer, even if your crush happens to have permanent resting bitch face and has made a few of the college freshmen almost piss themselves in fear. You know he's not all hard edges, so what's the harm?

Cross-posted from my AO3 account.

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“I dare you to flash Sanemi,” Makio slurred, the four drinks she’d slammed starting to affect her speech.

You laughed, taking a sip of your spiked lemonade- the only alcoholic drink you could handle as the lightweight of your college group. You were barely on your second and already feeling quite the buzz; chest light and a weightlessness to your limbs that would turn to lead once the booze began to wear off.

“You want me to walk all the way to the boy’s hall to flash Sanemi? The resident hardass?”

Makio grinned, bringing the amber bottle to her lips and keeping eye contact while she took a deep pull. It was always astonishing to watch her retain most of her fine motor skills even when sloshed to high heaven while you would fail a drunk driving test sober.  You’d already missed your mouth once, resulting in a rapidly drying spot on your shirt that still smelled like booze.

“You gonna take the penalty instead?”

“Ew, no,” you waved your hand, cringing at the idea of having to eat whatever leftover (and probably moldy) food was stuffed in the back of Suma’s fridge. The girl had a habit of forgetting takeout and growing new strains of bacteria that should probably be classified as hazardous waste and disposed of as such. “I like my life, thank you.”

“It’s not that bad!” Suma sipped her drink, lip wobbling. “I cleaned it out last month. You guys are so meaaaaan!”

“Get going, then,” Shinobu waved you off, smiling lazily and swirling the glass of wine she was nursing. “And one of us will tail you to make sure you don’t chicken out.”

“I’m glad you all will be enjoying this,” you stood, almost toppling over as the floor swayed. “Because I’m 100% sure I’ll be getting chewed out for flashing my tits instead of the thanks I deserve for blessing him with this view.”

“You can cry yourself to sleep later,” Makio called after you, laughter from the large group echoing behind you, a stupid, drunk smile still on your face.

The boy’s hall was one floor down, and you didn’t trust yourself on the stairs, so you had to wait for the elevator. Heat rolled off your skin from the warmth of the room you’d just left- it had been near suffocating with the bodies of all your friends pressed together in a game of Spin-the-Bottle. The suggestion had come from Mitsuri, and the rest of you agreed, eager for some fun and laughs. The dares had started off simple, as had the truths, devolving into more debauched and crazy requests as the alcohol hit everybody’s systems.

The elevator doors finally opened, and you entered, mashing the button for the floor below yours while leaning against the wall languidly.

It was Hinatsuru who’d actually gotten you into this predicament, if you really thought about it. The conversation had turned to the boy’s hall earlier on in the game, around the time you’d chosen truth on your turn.

“Fuck, marry, kill,” Hinatsuru said. “With Tengen, Sanemi, and Kyojuro.”

Your answer had surprised everyone, leaving mouths agape around the entire circle when you chose to off the infamous lady-killer Tengen, marry the college heart-throb Kyojuro, and fuck Sanemi Shinazugawa. No explanation was provided in the following uproar, but you hadn’t been so drunk as to miss the devious sparkle that lit in Makio’s eyes. She’d been waiting for you to choose “dare” and pounced the moment the words had left your lips.

Now you were stumbling down the hall, counting doors until you reached room 413. You paused for a fraction of a second, wondering if you should think through the all the possibly embarrassing outcomes, but didn’t let the hesitation sway your resolve. Rapping on the door, you tucked a stray hair behind your ear. A few moments passed and you wondered if maybe Sanemi was out, and you wouldn’t have to complete the dare. Maybe you’d get a pass (and also wouldn’t have to consume any of the potentially fatal food from Suma’s fridge).

The universe had other plans, however, as the door opened to reveal a scowling white-haired man. The black sweats he wore hung low on his hips, a white undershirt clinging to his torso and leaving his shoulder bare. The jagged scars across his entire body did nothing to hinder the butterflies starting to dance in your gut at the sight of him.

He’d been your crush since you started school, and until tonight you’d hidden it pretty well.  Almost everyone thought he was a grumpy asshole (which he could be sometimes), and you’d even been half-frightened to death the first time you’d seen him, his sharp voice making your heart stutter in fear, but the trepidation quickly faded as you watched him interact with faculty and some of the younger students. He was respectful, if blunt, and even if he was a bit harsh on the new kids, he went out of his way to make sure they got to the right classes. You’d caught the tail end of his conversation with what you assumed was his younger brother a few weeks back that solidified your perception of him to be correct: he was a big softie underneath that prickly exterior.

It also didn’t hurt that Sanemi was gorgeous to look at. He obviously took good care of himself, and had stunning features: lavender eyes, white hair, and long lashes. He wasn’t as tall as some of the other guys in school, like Tengen, but you didn’t give a flying fuck when his body looked like that and his voice had that raspy growl when he spoke.

“What do you want?”

The flat tone broke through your thoughts, snapping you back to reality where Sanemi stood with his arms crossed and a bored look on his face. As much as you felt like throwing up from the way your nerves were turning the butterflies in your stomach into poisonous slugs, you grabbed the hem of your shirt and flipped it up. The cool air of the hall raised gooseflesh on your stomach and tits, and you almost shivered.

The look on Sanemi’s face went from blank, to confused, to alarmed in less than a second, and you wished you could have recorded it to watch later. You dropped your top back down, tilted your head with a coy smirk, and clasped your hands behind your back as you took a step back, turning on your heel to head back to your friends without a word, dare complete.

“What the hell-”

A hand encircled your wrist and you paused, looking back at Sanemi.

“Yeah?”

Sanemi looked lost, an expression you hadn’t expected to see on his face after your little display. His tongue darted out to wet his lips, the faintest blush dusting his ears and the high point of his cheek bones.

“What was that for?” he demanded, finally finding his voice.

“A dare,” you shrugged, answering before your brain caught up with your mouth.

He let go of your hand, straightening and recovering his usual pissy frown. You stayed rooted to where you were, staring at him with a curious gaze.

“Just a dare? Not… ‘cause you wanted to?”

He sounded borderline petulant if your ears were hearing things right. You kicked aside your nerves to step closer, meeting his eyes and getting uncomfortably close to him.

“Can’t it be both?”

He swallowed, eyes flickering down to your parted lips.

“Is… it?”

You lidded your eyes, grinning up at him, a breath away from his face. His own eyes were starting to grow a bit hazy with want, sending a thrill through you.

“Why don’t you use some context clues?”

“Why don’t you spell it out for me?” he countered, hands coming up to rest gently on your hips.

You caught your lip between your teeth, sliding your fingers under the edges of the narrow white straps of his tank top and tugging him closer.

“I want you to fuck me.”

Sanemi’s arms were around you before you realized it, and your world was literally turned on its head as he picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder. A doorframe passed your view, and the creak and slam let you know that you were inside his room before he threw you onto the bed, eyes filled with lust.

“Say the word,” he caged you in with his arms. “And I’ll stop.”

“What do I say to make you keep going?” you asked playfully, sliding your hands down his chest.

Sanemi made a noise in his throat, surging forward to capture your lips with his. His tongue danced along your teeth and you nipped at his lower lip, wrapping your arms around his neck. Sage green covers crumpled under your back as you writhed under the feeling of his thumbs rubbing circles just above your hip bones.

“I didn’t get a good look at these earlier,” Sanemi pulled back breathlessly, hooking his fingers under your shirt and lifting it to your chin. “Open.”

You obeyed, and Sanemi stuffed the hem of your top into your mouth, making you hold it up while he dropped to lavish your breasts with attention. One calloused thumb pad brushed over the pebbled nub, sending sparks throughout your body, whimpers escaping around the fabric clenched in your teeth. His tongue pressed against the other nipple, enveloping it in heat. You tried to draw your legs up, but Sanemi forced them apart with one knee, pressing into your crotch. You squirmed against it, trying to get friction, not caring if you looked desperate.

Sanemi pulled back, relieving you completely of your shirt as he tugged it over your head. Your mouth finally free, you propped yourself up on your elbows to chase his lips. He obliged you, letting the taste of his mouth fill yours, a hand dropping to trace your skin with blunt fingertips. Everything was heady from alcohol and lust, and you giggled against his touch. It was like a dream: you and Sanemi.

The hunger for more was quickly sinking its teeth into your stomach.

You pushed yourself up, forcing Sanemi’s compliant form back until he was sitting on his knees. Hands found their way to his waistband, and he assisted in removing the offending fabric. Hot, moist breath fanned over his erect member, one of his hands already buried in your hair. You pressed the flat of your tongue to the underside, licking up and reveling in the sharp intake of breath above you.

“Fuck,” Sanemi groaned.

You took him into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the dark pink head to hear those lovely noises that he tried desperately to hold back escape from his throat. Scarred hands had threaded through your hair and gripped tightly, controlling your movements. Spit dripped down the sides of his dick and clung at the corners of your mouth as Sanemi fucked your face, eyes locked on where his cock slipped in and out of your swollen lips.

“Shit,” he cursed, pulling you off of him after a particularly deep thrust that had left you gagging around him. “Are you-”

“Good,” you assured him, eyes half closed in contentment, flickering downwards as you caught your lips between your teeth.

“Lay down,” Sanemi instructed, an amused smile creeping onto his face as you scrambled to obey.

He moved to between your legs, a hand dropping to slide against the bundle of nerves at the apex of your sex. You whimpered, wriggling against his touch and clutching the sheets with both hands.

“Touch your tits,” Sanemi said. “Since you were so intent on showing off earlier.”

You flushed a deep ruddy color, hands hesitantly coming up to brush over your breasts as a sliver of embarrassment wormed its way into your brain. Sanemi watched your face, your own gaze obscured by lowered lashes and intent on staring at his hand moving at your core.

“Look at me,” he commanded, drawing your eyes to his. “Say my name.”

“S-Sanemi.”

Now that Sanemi was controlling the situation, you found yourself more nervous and unsure of yourself, not used to having the attention on you like this during sex: his smoldering intense gaze and demand for eye contact unsettled- but also thrilled- you.

“Again,” Sanemi pressed one finger against your entrance.

“Sanemi…” you swallowed, body tensing involuntarily.

“Relax,” he lowered himself down until his breath warmed your neck, pressing kisses against your throat. “Say it again.”

“Sanemi-”

Your voice pitched up at the end of his name as his finger plunged into you, velvet walls clenching at the intrusion. Sanemi swore under his breath, rolling his hips against the mattress in time with the slow thrusts of his finger inside of you, slowly pressing another in alongside it after a minute. Your whole body rippled and clenched, searching for more stimulation and touch, arms wrapping around Sanemi’s broad shoulders.

“More, please,” you whined into his hair.

“Already? You sure you’re ready?” Sanemi asked, lifting his head to look you in the eye.

You nodded, furrowing your brow and frowning. Sanemi tried to hide the smile tugging at the corner of his lips and cleared his throat to cover a laugh at your pout. His fingers withdrew from the warmth of your body, making you gasp. He readjusted, positioning himself at your entrance, and you could swear you saw his hands tremble from excitement.

“Fffffu-” Sanemi’s swear was cut off as you clenched around him.

As much as you tried to relax, the pressure between your legs made your body flex and tense. It wasn’t making Sanemi’s job any easier- although from the look on his face, you assumed it wasn’t exactly a bad thing.

“Shit, you’re so- fuck-”

The garbled praise stroked your ego. You wiggled your hips, feeling a bit of satisfaction when Sanemi grabbed them to keep you from moving, face turning pink as his mouth fell open.

“D-don’t do that. Give me a second.”

“Aww,” you crooned, teasing a bit. “Pussy too good?”

“Shut up,” he scowled (not a true scowl, you noted with delight) and pulled his hips back, snapping into you with a ferocity you didn’t expect. A gasp escaped your lips and your own cheeks pinked.

The pace was slow but steady; deep strokes dragging against your plush walls. Each time he plunged into you it felt like he pressed farther in, hitting deeper and deeper until you were sure he couldn’t get any more in your guts than he was, only to be proven wrong. You were breathless as each thrust forced the air from your lungs in a choked whimper, Sanemi’s hips bruising the back of your thighs with the amount of force he applied in retaliation for your teasing.

Your eyes threatened to roll back into your skull, mouth open in a silent cry, tits bouncing with each slap of skin.

“What’s the matter?” Sanemi taunted, throwing your words back into your face. “Dick too good?”

You whimpered a reply, digging your hands into the covers that had rucked up around your head from all the movement. The ridges of the ropy scars adorning his hips were quickly imprinting themselves into the skin of your backside from the harsh impact of each thrust. Sanemi’s pale skin had flushed across his chest and cheeks from the exertion, heat rolling off his figure in waves. A faint sheen of sweat covered both of your bodies, glittering in the low light of Sanemi’s bedside lamp as lewd sounds filled the air.

Your keens began to pitch upwards at the end as Sanemi adjusted the angle he fucked into you at, curling his body over yours and pressing his lips against your collarbone as you released the sheets to anchor your hands in his hair once again. Dark marks painted the column of your neck and along your decollete, purple and damp from Sanemi’s mouth. His hips stuttered against yours, movements starting to become frantic and erratic as your legs instinctively locked around his waist, drawing him closer. He snaked one hand down between the two of you, fumbling fingers flicking your clit with a marked lack of the earlier finesse he’d displayed.

You legs flexed, core winding tighter until a well-timed thrust had you spilling over the edge, his name tearing from your throat. The fluttering of your lush walls around him as you came was Sanemi’s undoing, his own orgasm ripping through him as he groaned your name in a hungry desperation, hips still rutting into you even as the bliss began to fade. It was as if he didn’t want it to end, pushing himself impossibly closer to you and locking his arms around your neck in an embrace as his body slowed to a standstill, half-crushing you under his weight.

“Stay for a bit?”

The faint request was mumbled breathlessly, almost inaudible. You cracked open your eyes, which had fluttered shut in ecstasy earlier. Sanemi was propped on his elbows, half-hovering over you. The tension rose again, something in his eyes melting your heart into a warm sludge that settled in your stomach.

The moment was shattered by a loud voice shouting just outside Sanemi’s door.

 “You have five seconds to become decent before I come in!”

Shinobu’s voice wasn’t hard to recognize, and your face went white. Sanemi threw his shirt at you, grabbing his pants and shoving both feet in, comically wiggling them on. His shirt was just long enough to cover up the important parts on you, even if your nipples were a bit visible through the thin material. The door flung open (Shinobu had granted you an extra second, which you were thankful for) to reveal the dark-haired woman standing with one hand on her hip, the other holding the door wide. The rest of your friends were accumulated behind her, peering around and over her shoulders in varying degrees of shock and delight at your compromising position.

Sanemi glanced between your embarrassed face and the group of girls blocking his door. You could see him put two and two together in his head.

“Did you all have to tail me?” you covered your red face with your hands.

“I take it I have one of them to thank for that dare?” Sanemi’s resting bitch face was back in action as he left the bed, striding over to the group.

“You’re welcome,” Makio raised her bottle in a lazy salute.

“I’ll send you a thank-you card later,” Sanemi took control of the door back from Shinobu. “In the meantime; I’d appreciate it if you’d stop clogging up the hall.”

“I can’t believe she’d rather fuck you than Tengen,” Makio shook her head, pushing off the wall.

“Tengen?” Sanemi raised a brow.

“She chose to kill Tengen in Fuck, Marry, Kill,” Suma offered. “And to Fuck you.”

“Suma!” you groaned. “Can you all just leave?”

Sanemi leaned lazily against the door.

“So is that why you dared her to fuck me?”

There was a chorus of laughter, none louder than Makio’s. Sanemi raised his brows, watching the woman doubled over in laughter.

“We never dared her to sleep with you,” Makio finally straightened, wheezing. “Just to flash her tits.”

The door slammed in their faces, Sanemi’s back to you as he locked it. You swallowed, hands holding the hem of his shirt down over your thighs as you sat in his bed. Sanemi’s shoulders heaved as if he was taking deep breaths.

“You… didn’t get dared to fuck me?”

Sanemi spun on his heel, in front of you before you realized it. His lavender eyes locked with yours. It took a second for you to notice the cocky smile playing on his lips.

“No, but I wanted to, though,” you wet your lips, eyes roving over Sanemi’s face. “Does it matter?”

His lips pulled back to reveal a full smile, something you’d never seen before. His hands came up to either side of your face. When his face was a fraction away from yours, he paused, rubbing his thumb along your cheekbone.

“Hell-fucking-no,” he growled, surging forward to catch your mouth with his.

Outside the room and down the hall, the gaggle of girls waited at the elevator, voices not exactly quiet.

“Why did you make her flash Sanemi?” Mitsuri asked Makio. “You know he can be… rough around the edges. What if he’d… not been into it.”

Makio laughed.

“A little birdie told me Sanemi had a bit of a crush on a certain someone,” the blonde tossed her empty bottle into a trash receptacle. “And I had a perfect opportunity to play matchmaker. Why shouldn’t I?”

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[slayfics]

Truth or Dare

Muichiro x Reader short series

The game of truth or dare continues.

Warnings: Muichiro aged up | Story is a little suggestive~

Part 2

Mitsuri easily slipped into your uniform and then offered to help you with hers as it was trickery to wear.

"Oh wow... aren't you ever worried... some things might slip out?" you asked as Mitsuri helped adjust you.

"I was superrrr embarrassed the first time I tried it on. I suppose I'm used to it now, and it helped that Iguro bought me long socks to cover my legs."

"Hm... he really likes you," you said almost to yourself.

"You think so?" She said turning pink.

"Oh yeah, it's painfully obvious." You stated as Mitsuri continued helping you in silence, but the pink shade on her face remained.

"Ok, ready?" She asked.

"As ready as I'll ever be I suppose."

"Oh don't worry, you look so cute!" She said smiling and walked out of the room. You followed close behind her hoping to hide behind her.

Obanai turned quickly to see Mitsuri in your less revealing outfit. He immediately noticed how far more comfortable she seemed. He found himself wishing Mitsuri had made more of a fuss about her outfit. Not that he didn't enjoy the view, but it pained him to know how uncomfortable she was in it, and he didn't like the thought of others looking at her.

"This is really comfy!" Mitsuri said as she walked back to sit by the table. That's when Muichiro saw you in Mitsuir's outfit. His pupils instantly dilated and his eyes followed you as you came to sit back down next to him. You continued looking down and tried not to look at Muichiro as embarrassment took over you. You felt exceptionally vulnerable in Mitsuri's outfit, and it made you nervous feeling his eyes intently on you.

"Ahem!" Mitsuri cleared her throat. "Tokito, it's rude to stare so hard..." she stated. Muichiro snapped his head away from you, forcing himself not to stare any further.

"My apologies,” he said, but he kept stealing glances at you every so often.

"Ok well, I suppose it's my turn," Mitsuri said, watching Tokito's face flush each time he stole a glance at your exposed skin.

"Tokito, I chose you." Mitsuri chose.

"Hu?" He said, seeming to snap out of his daydream caused by the sight of you.

"Truth or dare?" She asked.

"Dare." He said fighting the urge to turn and look at you again.

"Well I see you can't seem to take your eyes off of them so I think you should kiss them," Mitsuri said, a blush forming on her face from her own idea.

You felt the blood drain from your face from the shock of her dare. She dared Muichiro to kiss you?? That wouldn't happen, surely the Hashira would refuse you thought.

"Ok." He stated simply.

Your body couldn't move even if you wanted it to. Muichiro said ok? Was this real life? You suddenly became aware of your abnormal breathing.

"You alright? Not going to pass out on us are you?" Obanai said mockingly at you.

"It's ok if you don't want to. I'll do the truth instead." Muichiro offered, confusing your reaction for disapproval.

How gentlemanly of him you thought. That only makes him more attractive. You froze in the moment trying to gather your thoughts. Crap. Speak you yelled internally at yourself. You had to say something before Muichiro opted to do the truth instead, but your face was starting to gather sweat and your hands were shaking.

"No! It's ok!" You managed to squeak out feeling like you were indeed going to pass out.

"You're so obvious it's embarrassing," Obanai said laughing.

"Hmm?" Muichiro looked at him curiously.

"It's obvious she has a crush on you," Obanai stated.

You wanted to yell at him. Who was Obanai to be making fun of someone for that?? He's the one that is so head over heels for Mitsuri that the whole demon slayer corps knows it! At least you've managed to mask your feelings more than him.

"You like me?" Muichiro asked, his eyes lit up and he moved closer to you. All the bitterness you were feeling towards Obanai washed away at that Hashiras proximity getting closer to you. All you could manage to do was feebly nod your head.

Muichiro took your disclosure as consent for him to kiss you and moved closer to you. You felt your heart pounding as the Hashira gently pressed his lips to yours and it felt like fireworks went off in your head at his touch. Everything else seemed to melt away at that moment as you lost yourself in his touch.

He pulled away after a few moments and it took everything in you not to grab him and pull him back. It was impossible to speak but you wanted so badly to divulge the depths of your feelings to him.

"Mphf!" You heard and were taken back to the room. It was only now you remembered Mitsuri and Obanai were here. You looked over to see Mitsuri hiding her face in her hands. "I'm sorry that was just so adorable!" She said into her hands.

"I believe it's my turn then?" Muichrio asked.

"Yup!" Mitsuri said, bringing her head up, her face dark red at witnessing the event of you and Muichiro kissing.

"Hmm ok, I dare myself to kiss you again," Muichiro said, looking at you.

Everyone in the room seemed to freeze. You felt like you were really going to pass out now. He wanted to kiss you again? This truly felt like a dream.

"Umm... I don't know if it works like that." Mitsuri said, placing her hand on the back of her neck. Obanai didn't say anything but his eyes were huge staring at Muichiro. The gull of this guy he thought.

"Hmm ok then. Iguro, why don't you kiss Miss Kanroji. It's clear you have feelings for her." Muichiro said, shrugging his shoulders.

"WHAT?!"" Obanai exclaimed, almost falling backward.

"Oh... it's ok if you don't want to Iguro." Mitsuri said, looking disappointed.

"No no... It's not that I uh-" Obanai couldn't seem to get any words out. Mitsuri watched him with expecting eyes, waiting patiently for him to gather his thoughts. As much as you wanted to tease Obanai for revenge, you took this distraction as a chance to talk to Muichiro.

"You know, you don't need a dare if you want to kiss me again." You said to Muichiro, a blush forming on your cheeks.

Muichiro's eyes widened at your invitation, and he quickly devised an excuse to be alone with you.

"Hey. I think we'll give you two some privacy for that dare." Muichiro said standing up and placing his hand out for you to grab.

"Oh ok." Mitsuri said, turning the darkest red you had ever seen her. The events of the night were too much for the Love Hashira to handle.

"Good luck." You said winking at Mitsuri as you got up and grabbed Muichiro's hand. Muichiro guided you down the hall to one of the vacant rooms in the mansion. The last sight you saw of the other two Hashiras was Obanai looking like he was on the brink of passing out as Mitsuri inched her way closer to him.

Thank you to everyone who was invested in this story! I’m tagged everyone here that asked, since when this is scheduled to post I might be away from my phone. Thank you again for your support, I hope you all enjoyed it 💚!

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[laluvlidovezgal]

THE WATER PILLAR.

TW! none.

fluff! centric.

t. giyuu x gn. reader.

his visage, seemingly untouched by the passage of time, betrays no hint of emotion—the enigmatic water pillar.

BEHOLD THE AQUEOUS HASHIRA—a figure of immense might, an indomitable slayer of demons, perpetually adorned with an unfaltering countenance.

how could someone of such chilling detachment find himself entangled in a circumstance so imbued with romance?

nay, it is a marvel beyond comprehension, a convergence of fate's whims and the questionable allure that resides within the depths of his icy soul.

through a gentle fade-in, the enchanting scene unfurls, unveiling a resplendent day bathed in the amenity of the sun.

the cerulean celesta stretched overhead, adorned with wisps of clouds, while a tranquil zephyr tenderly caresses the surroundings.

within this vast expanse, a lone little bird frolics merrily, its mellifluous melody imbuing the air with a dulcet serenade.

as the camera gradually pans out, a picturesque panorama, an embodiment of flawlessness in every intricate detail, is unveiled before our captured gaze.

drawing nearer to the glistening waters, our attention shifts to a youthful man.

perched at the water's edge, he immerses himself in the splendor of the vista, his senses enraptured by the lulling ambiance. in the embrace of the sun's affectionate rays, he discovers solace, a fleeting interlude of tranquil contemplation amidst the idyllic backdrop.

the water pillar—unburdened by the weight of his arduous duties and responsibilities—reclined in a state of serenity, his form motionless.

with closed eyes, he absorbed the resplendence of nature, inhaling deeply the magnificence that surrounded him, allowing his strained body to surrender to this wondrous respite.

simultaneously, his countenance underwent a subtle transformation—as the lines upon his face softened, lending an air of tranquility to his undeniably attractive visage.

a light breeze—as tender as a lover's touch—caressed his skin, while a subtle intuition alerted him to a presence drawing near.

yet, despite his awareness of this newcomer, he remained unmoved, neither acknowledging nor negating their existence.

instead, a sense of ease seemed to envelop him even more, as if the arrival of this individual brought him peace beyond measure.

his ears—acutely attuned to the symphony of the ambience—caught the faintest sound of leaves crunching underfoot, and he felt the grass swaying in response to the leisurely descent of the person settling beside him.

without the need to open his eyes, he could discern the identity of this newcomer, for the aura of familiar solace they emanated was unmistakable.

this atmospheric comfort—unique to this individual alone—could be recognized by him effortlessly, irrespective of place, day, or hour.

yet, it was not solely due to the rarity of those who would dare to engage with him on a consistent basis—although, in truth, that may have played a small part.

no, the deeper truth lies in the fact that this person—in particular—held a profound and irreplaceable position within the very core of his being.

the faintest of curls quivered upon the corners of his lips, a benevolent ripple of emotion that danced with an elliptical grace.

perplexed—he, too—struggled to grasp the intricate workings of this phenomenon, to comprehend the why and the how.

yet, amidst the muddled confusion, one thing remained undeniable—this inexplicable connection felt inherently right.

in your presence, he found a sense of belonging, a sanctuary where authenticity flourished. it was as if, in the embrace of your essence, he had finally returned home.

it was a pleasantly overwhelming sensation, a profound knowing that resonated deep within his soul.

everything about it felt undeniably right, as if the cosmic forces had conspired to orchestrate this union.

despite his reluctance to venture into new connections, deep within the recesses of his soul, a tender whisper of destiny caressed his spirit.

it softly insinuated that, against all odds, this particular connection may have been divinely orchestrated, as if written in the stars.

though his heart hesitated, a flicker of curiosity danced within him, beckoning him to explore the uncharted realms of this potential bond. for there was an undeniable appeal in the possibility that fate had woven their paths together, guiding them towards an extraordinary rendezvous.

in the face of his reservations, the tempting possibility of this preordained connection shimmered like a distant beacon, inviting him to embrace the untrodden path and discover the radical depths of what was meant to be.

it was as if the universe itself had guided their paths to intersect, to intertwine in perfect harmony.

within the adoring embrace of their presence, the water pillar—giyuu tomioka, forever adorned with stoicism and guarded walls—unearthed a momentary seclusion, a harbor of belonging, and an unwavering sense of being unequivocally at home.

in their company, his guarded façade melted away, revealing vulnerabilities long concealed.

in their presence, he discovered a retreat where he could unapologetically be himself, where the weight of his burdens was shared, and where his heart, and mind alike, found solace in the rhythm of their shared existence.

they became the anchor that grounded him, the guiding light that illuminated his path, encapsulating him in a laconic embrace that declared—

you were the sanctuary he had long sought, the haven where the water pillar's soul found its rest.

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[sjhanny2000]

Baby Maybe?

A/N: Well folks, we've made it to the end of what was originally my 300+ Followers Event. Now I'm nearing 830 followers, a number I'd never thought I'd reach! Thank you for all of your love and support this past year or so with TDoFL and the other works that have followed. Now, please enjoy!

Warning(s): angst, hurt w/ comfort, marital problems, arguing, self-esteem issues, pregnancy, reconciliation, KNY Season 2 spoilers, non-canon universe

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To say that the space between you and your husband was impossibly taut with heart wrenching tension was an overwhelming understatement. 

Any gumption you had mustered throughout your journey home had evaporated within moments of visual contact, tears threatening to fall whilst your heart and mind continued to scream at one another. The fault rested on both your shoulders (did it?), and you were being forced to face it because what other choice did you have in the matter? You missed being with your spouses, of laying in bed within their arms through the rare early mornings all of you were present, of being cradled within Tengen’s lap as the girls eagerly had you taste test their latest culinary creations. While it hurt, you were also forced to swallow down the painful truth of your marriage; if you left, your wives would remain with Tengen, even if it was against their wishes. The three kunoichi had their obligations to the Sound Hashira and the Demon Slayer Corps., ones they could never break due to years upon years of countless conditioning they faced whilst still being of the shinobi faction of the Japanese population. You would be alone again but with a child you had no means of supporting, the little of your savings from your jobs within Oshika having been meager to begin with, and both of you would most likely live in poverty for the rest of your life and theirs. It wasn’t a life you wanted for your child, one which had been created out of a hurried moment of passion where neither you nor Tengen had been pondering over the possible consequences of your lustful actions. The herbal remedy for contraception that the girls’ had given you upon your arrival to the estate had somehow failed that day and here you were, seven and a half months pregnant and estranged from your husband, the one man in your life that you loved with every fiber of your being. 

Life simply wasn’t fair. 

“Y/N-chan,” Suma clutched onto your forearm with a worried whine, fear evident on her gorgeous pools of azure. 

No one spoke. 

No one moved. 

No one dared to break the precarious situation set before them. 

Fear was evident on every one of your faces. 

“Y/N-sama!” 

Then, just as the silence set in, it was shattered into a million tiny pieces. 

Your attention shifted from Tengen’s quivering form to the ball of energy racing into view, pigtails flying beyond her at what seemed to be the speed of light itself. 

Childishly ignorant, Hikari moved to bound over to your guarded position with star-filled eyes, a shout of joy escaping her suddenly toothless mouth. “You’re back!”

The poor child set herself to make her way to you, only for a hand worn from years of work to snatch Hikari’s right arm and yank it back, Nana-san gazing at you with wide, knowing eyes as she pulled her daughter towards her without remorse. “Hikari-!”

“Mama, let go! I wanna say hi to Y/N-sama!” Hikari struggled against her mother, using her free arm to pry at her mother’s iron-tight grasp. 

Somehow, whether it be pure strength or her demanding will, Hikari broke free of Nana-san’s hold, the woman shouting after her daughter with horror. “Hikari!” 

The little girl practically teleported over to you, wasting no time in approaching you with a beaming smile. “Y/N-sama!” 

However, before she could reach you, Makio plucked the girl into the air without a hint of effort, the kunoichi ceremoniously plopping Hikari on her hip. 

“Makio-sama! I wanna hug Y/N-sama, not you!” Hikari attempted to wriggle away from your doe-eyed wife, innocent frustration evident on her usually grinning features. Makio only met her with a stern glare and even stricter voice, bearing her own frustrations on her face. “Well that’s too bad! Y/N-chan can’t give you hugs right now-!” 

“Why not?! Y/N-sama always gives me hugs! Y/N-sama!” The child thrashed against Makio like a wild animal, shoving her hand into the kunoichi’s reddening cheek with force you didn’t know she was capable of producing. 

Suma stepped forward, angry tears pricking at the corner of her eyes. “You’re making this reunion so much harder than it needs to be, Hikari-chan! Y/N-chan can hold you later!” 

“NOOOOOOOOOO! IF I DON’T HUG THEM NOW, THEY’LL LEAVE AGAIN!” 

Those words felt like a swift knife to the heart, tears of your own pooling into your eyes. You wanted to curl into yourself, to be swallowed by the earth below your feet, to just disappear. Your emotions spilled out mercilessly from your wounded heart, gushing at an accelerated rate due to your raging hormones, and-.

Suddenly, your vision blurred and your knees gave way, heavy body sent flying to the ground like a sack of potatoes. 

“Y/N-CHAN!!!” “Y/N-SAMA!” 

In the far distance (when did they get so far away?) Makio and Suma screamed your name, and you faintly heard Hinatsuru’s join theirs, though she hadn’t called for you. She had called-.

Shouldn’t you have hit the ground already? 

Emotions and thoughts awry, your vision slowly came into being, a blur of color leaning over your body as you laid limply in a cradle of pure muscle, just like-.

The scent of incense, sake, and wisteria gently waltz into your nostrils, the very smell you had longed to take in just one more time, even if it meant that your heart would break further. A calloused hand brushed tenderly against your right cheek, rough but mellow in touch, and a swift kick from the child within you finally brought your vision into full focus. 

Pure, unadulterated worry smothered the lone remaining fuchsia iris belonging to your husband, Tengen gazing down at you with a hint of apprehension coloring his body language. He had never shown you such emotions before, always so calm or bursting with color speeches, ones that often reeked of narcissism yet the well-crafted self-confidence you cherished. 

Had he been hurting as much as you had been? 

The man’s focus shifted from your face to a lower part of your body, time slowing to a damning crawl as his eye widened in mortification. Mind muddled, you turned your attention to what had grasped his own, confused on what could have rocked the god of festivals so hard he had been left speechless. When your eyes landed on your protruding stomach, the world imploded. 

Before the epinephrine could even be released into your bloodstream to set off the incoming panic attack forming, everything was moving in a blur, heart racing and breath labored from exertion. Your mind was swirling like a twister of wind and leaves, body reeling as you suddenly realized you were being supported on your own two feet a yard or so away, Hinatsuru on your right and Suma on your left, both kunoichi glaring at your husband with warning distaste. 

“Don’t you dare touch them, you bastard!” Makio appeared in a rage from the corner of your eye, Hikari still perched on her hip. “We finally got them back, we don’t need you scaring them off again!”

Her brutal words seemed to deflate the Sound Hashira’s spirit even more than you physically thought possible and it broke something inside you to see the typically joyous man in shambles. Tengen gazed on with a shattered spirit, lone eye losing all brightness as it was saturated in painful reality, his remaining hand falling limply into his lap in soul crushing defeat. 

With a quivering voice that stabbed at both your ears and eyes, you couldn’t help but watch as Tengen trembled under your gaze, pure and unadulterated grief marking his sickly features. “Please, let me-.” 

The fiery kunoichi moved in for the kill, froth appearing at the corners of her mouth. “Let you what Tengen-sama, screw up even more than you already have?! You have a lot of nerve-!”

“ENOUGH!!!”

Just before Makio could land the final blow that you believed would have spiritually decapitated your shriveling husband, a voice that made all five of you submit within a single word breaking through the air without mercy like a crack of brutal lightning across the summer night sky. 

You snapped to attention, head snapping to the left to see a stone-faced Nao-san steadily approaching with bloody purpose in each of her steps, the aging woman a sight to behold in her present fury. In all of your years of living with the retired kunoichi, you had never seen her so furious; sure, Nao-san was easily annoyed and disappointed, but she wielded her temper like a well-sharpened kunai. 

The woman of the hour came to stop mere feet away from the small group you had made, turning her icy stare onto Hikari. “Go to your mother, girl. You’d do best not to meddle in matters that aren’t your business. Go!” 

Makio wasted no time in setting the young girl on her feet, Hikari scrambling away in confused tears and searching for sanctuary within Nana-san’s arms, a look of warring emotions on the mother’s face. She swiftly disappeared back into the estate without a moment's hesitation, a whimpering Hikari within her arms, leaving the five of you to face the mess that had become your relationship. 

If there was even a relationship now worth saving. 

Nao-san turned her attention to you once they were out of view, her face an emotionless mask of stone. “Are you alright, Y/N-sama?”

You could only manage a wordless nod, too scared to say something that would further anger the terrifying woman, Suma apparently feeling the same way with how much she was shaking beside you. 

She didn’t skip a beat, giving a nod of her own, kunai sharp irises shifting between the various members of the party. “Now, it is known that I do not enjoy meddling in your marital affairs for they are frankly none of my business. However, I am unwilling to stand aside as a bystander as I watch the one marriage I support with every fiber of my being fall apart over misunderstandings and mistakes made!”

“There is no one without fault in this situation, except perhaps the child this woman currently carries within her womb!” Nao-san's perfectly manicured index finger pointed towards your extended stomach with conviction, a menacing fire growing within her eyes. “A child that has done nothing to deserve being born into a broken family that can easily begin to mend itself if its parents were simply adults and learned how to communicate effectively without resorting to bullying and shouting matches!” 

Promptly, Makio’s mouth audibly clicked shut. 

The aging kunoichi wasn’t wrong, not in the slightest even, and it was a reality you knew that all five of you were struggling to accept. Yes, Tengen had been wrong, even cruel in what he had said to you, in how he degraded you for what felt like no reason at the time. Yes, your pain was valid but perhaps running away rather than facing the problem head on had been the wrong choice in the end. Both of your poor, emotion fueled actions had been disastrous for not only you but Tengen, your wives, and all of those around you, causing an explosion of he said, she said and hurt feelings all around. While you had been hiding from your marital problems, your spouses had been forced to face them head on, to search for you all over the country whilst wondering if said searches were futile, fearing that the worst had occurred just like it had almost happened before. On the nights where sleep was almost impossible for you during the journey homeward, Hinatsuru had conveyed through countless tears that your sudden disappearance had caused an instant deployment of all available Demon Slayers, how Oyakata-sama and the other eight Hashira had been just as adamant of finding you as your spouses had been. So adamant that all three women had been captured by Upper Moon Six whilst on their journey to find you, the same fight that led to the crippling of your flamboyant, boisterous Tengen, leading to a premature retirement drenched in liquor and desperation to find you. 

Everything had been perfect before that accursed fight, before you and Tengen subsequently broke not only each other’s hearts but your three wives’ in one fell swoop, before the world flipped into a place of nightmares and acidic tears. 

You just wanted everything to be okay again. 

“It’s all my fault.” 

Ten sets of eyes fell upon your trembling person, grief-filled tears wetting the flesh of your cheeks because you just couldn’t stop crying for one damn minute-. 

“I wanted a child, I ran away, I’m having a child that isn’t wanted,” Body weak, you felt your shaking knees threaten to give way, Suma and Hinatsuru adjusting themselves to support your now hefty body weight. “I never wanted to hurt anyone. I just wanted to have a family with those who gave me one in the first place.” 

Your hands came to hide your face, a painful sob wracking through your chest. 

“I’m so sorry!”

Some part of you expected for Tengen to agree, that all of this was your fault because wasn’t it? You were the one who wanted a baby when your husband didn’t, you were the one who left like a spoiled child when you didn’t get what you wanted, you were the one to put all of your spouses through turmoil once again-.

“Didn’t you hear a single word that Nao-san said?” 

Tengen’s voice was deep and was bare of any foretelling emotion, deadly calm and monotone; your body shivered in panicked anticipation for the other sandal to drop, just as you deserved.” 

Imagine your surprise when a rough, calloused far too large to be one of your wives’ came to gently cup your chin as if it were made of glass, parting your hands without a sound, forcing you to face the man whom you equally loved and feared. 

Tears brimmed the ex-shinobi’s dark lashes, fuchsia iris radiating endless loving fondness and shame, Tengen gazing down at you with his heart on his sleeve and on display for all to see. 

“We’re all at fault here, my gorgeous spirit flower.” A wet gasp escaped your lips at his words, at him using your beloved nickname, body feeling as if you had been doused in an ice bath. “I’m sorry it’s taken so long for me to admit my own part in all of this.” 

He, he was sorry. Tengen, one of the most prideful men you’ve ever met, had just admitted he was sorry. 

A sob of relief escaped your lips as you threw your body as much as you physically could into Tengen’s remaining (how would you ever get used to that?) arms, relishing how the stone hard appendages adjust to your heavy form like it was routine for them. Those beloved arms swifting encased you in a cradle of muscle and bone, Tengen settling you into his lap like a father would a child, not a drop of sweat forming on his greasy forehead. You shoved your face into the crook of his neck, relishing in his musky scent, hints of jasmine and camellias haunting your nostrils like ghosts from the past. 

Oh how you’ve missed this. 

Time seemed to slow down as you laid in Tengen’s arms, his lone remaining hand slowly moving to brush (h/c) locks from your wet face, touch as brief as a feather and loving as a kiss. You didn’t dare move an inch, to breath, so fearful that all of this was a dream, that once you opened your eyes, all you would see is disappointment. 

“Oh, Tengen-sama!”

Suma’s ear-piercing wail broke the veil of precarious peace, the sapphire-eyed kunoichi slamming her body into Tengen’s back and narrowly missing your vulnerable face whilst wrapping her arms tightly around his throat, a noise of distress leaving the Sound Hashira. 

“Suma, you need to be careful!” Hinatsuru’s typically soft spoken voice was stern with warning, the violet wearing kunoichi doing her best to carefully your octopus of a wife from Tengen’s person.

It was unusual to hear Hinatsuru be the one to scold Suma, Makio always the first to put the emotional woman in her place, but the silence and lack of effort from the fiesty kunoichi was telling. 

Forcing your eyes to open, you took in your surroundings with desperation, praying Makio was still here, that she hadn’t walked away like she had every right to. Both you and Tengen had hurt Makio, the wounds deep and refusing to heal even after your reunion with your wives’ unlike Suma and Hinatsuru, and she refused to acknowledge said wounds with an air of arrogance that you knew was fueled by the urge to hide away her pain. The kunoichi was extremely private when it came to own individual feelings, so scared to reveal the small child hiding within her that needed validation and sweet touches, to be smothered in love and attention. She had trusted Tengen just as much as she trusted you and in one fight, you had managed to shatter said trust into a thousand pieces. 

Turning your head just a tad, you found your gaze falling upon Makio’s internally warring form, a wave of relief washing over you at the very sight of her. 

The urge to smother the kunoichi in a warm hug burned within your chest, but you knew that’s neither what she needed nor wanted in this moment. Makio was a person whose trust you could only gain through action and you knew there was a lot of work in the future to repair the damage that had been wrought on her tough walls and tender heart. Still, every moment of labor would be worth it if it meant that your wife could give you her trust once again, even if it was only a third of it; Tengen was most likely of the same mindset, knowing how much your husband adored all four of you. 

Reaching out your hand, you never broke eye contact with Makio, the child within your womb giving your hips soft but uncomfortable kicks. “Maki’, please.” 

Emotional vulnerability was something almost all of you aside from Suma struggled with in varying degrees, but no more than Tengen and Makio. Yet, as you laid in Tengen’s lap, the Sound Hashira reached his hand outward to join your own. “Please, Makio. Give us one more chance.”

The kunoichi’s doe brown irises broiled with uncertainty, body twitching in war torn emotions, until finally, her hands began to inch forward until her battle weathered fingers met both of yours. Two more sets of fingers slithered forward, Suma’s hand taking hold of yours and Makio’s whilst Hinatsuru intertwined her own with Makio and Tengen’s, the five of you joined together once again after so long apart. 

Quiet, comfortable silence filled the air between you all, eyes shifting between one another, searching for objection and understanding, praying that not a single one of you let go of another. Then, it shattered ever so softly with Tengen’s tenor voice. 

“I know there’s a lot we need to work through, a lot we need to process and adapt to. Especially with this little one on the way.” His other hand–nub came to rub softly against your protruding stomach, a look of pained fondness on his handsome as ever face. “I know that I haven’t been even a tenth of the flamboyant husband you all deserve, but I want to be better, and to be a part of all your lives. You’re all I have in this bleak world and I can’t live another day knowing you aren’t the wives I can call mine anymore.” 

“We need you too, Tengen-sama,” Hinatsuru crooned tearfully, the most sensible of the three kunoichi pressing her painted lips to the man’s gaunt cheek.

Suma gave an adamant nod of her own, thick tears cascading down her bright red face. “I wanna be a family again! WAAAHHHHHHH!!!”

 

Makio slapped the back of the wailing woman’s head without missing a beat this time, face curling into a snarl as tears threatened to fall from her beautiful eyes. 

“Quit ruining the moment, you blubbering idiot!"

Her attention snapped back to Tengen, an emotionless mask shifting into place over her features. “Promise me, you won’t let this happen again. If it does, I’m not sure I’ll be able to forgive you, Tengen-sama. We love Y/N-chan just as much as we love you, but I’ll choose them over you in a heartbeat.” 

Such a bold, unforgiving statement pushed the air out of your lungs in a burst of horrified awe, because Makio was putting her marriage to Tengen on the line for you of all people. 

“Us too.” 

Hinatsuru and Suma nodded in agreement, the three kunoichi looking to your husband with awaiting eyes, as if daring the man to make the wrong move or say the wrong thing. 

Instead, much to your honest surprise, Tengen gave them a smile of his own. “You have the right to kill me where I stand if I ever do something like this ever again. I’ll hand you the sword myself.” 

“Tengen-sama!” You couldn’t help but gasp at his words, quivering under the weight they held.

His focus fell upon you within a fond eye, overwhelming love swarming in those heart stopping fuchsia depths. Nubbed arm coming to rest on the top of your stomach, the Sound Hashira leaned downwards just enough to rub his nose against your own, foreheads coming to rest against one another. “Promise me, you’ll never leave me again, spirit flower. Please.” 

The desperation in his voice shook you to your core but you forced your voice to work, trembling with emotion. 

“I promise, Tengen-sama. Never again.” 

Smooth, all encompassing lips belonging to the man swallowed your full ones, the kiss deep and sealing, full of relief and so many other feelings you failed to identify in that moment. After a few moments, a swift kick to Tengen’s nub broke the reunion, the two of you breaking away from each other with identical expressions of surprise. 

Shifting his gaze downwards, a playful smile grew on your husband’s face, a look you had missed far too much for your own good. 

“It seems we have some competition here, girls. Tengen Jr. doesn’t want to share his mommy’s attention.” 

“Tengen Jr.?!”

“Tengen-sama, please, it’s just a baby!” 

“No way in hell are we naming her Tengen Jr.!” 

“Her?! Anyone can see they’re carrying a boy!” 

“In your dreams!” 

The bickering between the four of them brought a grin to your lips, pure and true, and a soft giggle followed, face creasing with loving fondness. Eight sets of eyes fell on your form, wide in awe and want, Hinatsuru turning to the other three for confirmation. “All in favor of taking Y/N-chan to the bedroom for cuddles?” 

“AYE!” 

Before you could even object, Tengen was standing at his full height with you nestled in his arms, a look of determination on his well-endowed features. “To the bedroom, my lovely wives!” 

Makio and Suma raced towards the estate in a hurry, Hinatsuru calling after them in warning and Nao-san corralling the violet-eyed kunoichi inside, leaving you and Tengen to your lonesome. He began the trek into the estate, the both of you quiet and content with being together once more. However, just before you crossed the gate’s threshold, you lightly tugged on the man’s kimono. “Tengen-sama?” 

“What is it, spirit flower?” 

The ex-shinobi halted in his steps, focus falling onto your perched body, giving you the courage to speak the words on your mind. 

“Are you sure you want this baby?” It was the question you desperately needed answered, the one that had continuously burned in the back of your mind for months now. So scared to see apprehension or regret paint his features, you tore your gaze away from his, scrunching your eyes closed as you prepared for the bow.

“It’s mine, isn’t it?” 

Your eyes shot open in mortification, a shout ripping out of your throat as you gave him a firm slap to the chest in indignation. “TENGEN-SAMA!” 

“Sheesh, calm down! It was just a joke!” Meeting your annoyance with his typical nonchalance, the Sound Hashira settled his lone eye on your two pools of (e/c), serious and honesty radiating from the fuchsia iris. “This baby is a part of you, and I want to have every part of you in my life until my dismal lifespan comes to an end. If you both will have me, of course.” 

Lips blooming into a watery smile, you gave your husband a soft nod. “We’ll always have you, Tengen-sama.”

He nodded, continuing your shared journey into the estate. “Good. I would have been there for the both of you anyway even if you said no.” 

“Tengen-sama!” You playfully swatted at Tengen with a laugh, settling into his hold with ease, just like old times. 

The movement of your child within you, however, reminded you of all the new times and experiences awaiting your growing family and finally, after so long, you were ready to face what the future held for you.

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[callmerhynner]

We’re family, we grieve together. ||

synopsis: After the head of the mansion engages his final plan during his battle of wits with Muzan Kibutsuji, you are left with the traumatized children and depressing memories that the passed family left behind.

tags: gn!reader, angst, a bit of fluff(?), sad vibes, spoiler warning!!, giving the underrated family of ds some love w/ sadness, sad children, trauma

pairing/s: Ubuyashiki Kagaya & Bestfriend!Reader, Ubuyashiki children & godparent!Reader, Amane & family friend!Reader

Author’s note; Art by me :DD, practicing a new art style and thought i might as well try writing angst for the first time. Hope you enjoy!!

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"Life's already been hard, being sickly was making it even harder, and the world being infested with human flesh-eating demons gave everyone more reason to fear the moon. The sun was everyone's savior, each demon slayer thanking every deity that no demon came into their homes and killed them in their sleep. And, to everyone's unfortunate truth, if the lowest ranks were fearing for their life, their master had to mourn their death alongside the people they'd left behind.

Their master, the leader of the undiscovered by the government demon slayers, Ubuyashiki Kagaya.

The man that had an army ready to charge to their own undoing if he so requests of them to. The same man that was as sickly as an overworked farmer with tubberculosis, as weak as a toothpick, had the power to control the most determined and powerful men and women in the country. Out of all the country's population, the master with swordsmen that's been trained to face death and survive, was the weakest of all.

Strength, you should remember, isn't always physical. Sometimes, it's their mentality that earns control and respect. Kagaya Ubuyashiki reflected the day's calm view with his moral ideas, only gaining more respect when he has the kindest voice, and the kindest eyes a human can possess. A man of true ethereality.

The master of the mansion, unfortunate enough to be given such a heavy title at a young age, was a man everyone could love and respect. That could make the coldest person feel warmth. Give the hardest stone a soft spot. A man of true charm."

Without you noticing, tears roll down your face, eyes never leaving the last remnant you had of your best friend, an ashy-edged portrait. You had your hands gripping at the canvas' sides, hugging it to your chest as you grieved in front of the destroyed mansion, never daring to move your legs, in fear that if you touched another flick of grass, you'd lose the memories you had with the now passed family. From the father, who you loved like a brother--to his children, that would tire themselves out at the end of the days when you would visit the mansion. His wife, who would treat you as if you have always been family, and the home of which they all felt safest who would welcome you with a flowery breeze.

All of which, gone, only the black ashes that it left behind.

You sat still, the portrait with smudges of black on it's bottom still in your grips, as your salty tears kept decorating your skin. You look to the space in the sky, where one would've seen the master's mansion, before turning your head to spare a sad glance to the young, terrifed children survivors you had managed to save from the explosion. The white of your eyes were visibly red, water never stopping the dripping it slid on your cheeks. You finally gain the strength to ease the children, watching their tears pour out broke your heart like seeing an abandoned puppy, you let go of the portrait and extending your arms to their direction.

"We are family...we grieve together.."

In an instant, the three Ubuyashiki children run to your embrace, letting out their voices and wailing into your clothes. The girls wrapped their arms at your waist as they screamed their grievances out to you, you pat their white hairs as Kiriya couldn't hold his loud sobs into your chest. You sat them all down, their faces still wetting your clothes with their emotions (you were no different), as you wrapped your arms around them in a protective bear hug. They'd lost their father, you lost a best friend, and every demon slayer had just lost their master.

You all sat there, all of your letting your sadness out amongst each other, only calming down when the crying had ceased everyone's energy. The kakushi and hashira had arrived, you knew they have probably been there the moment they heard the traumatic booming, but they unanimously agreed to let all of you pass out from exhaustion to not trigger any more intense emotions. It was a depressing sight to see, and hear, three children screaming their hearts out to the only person left that they considered family (that weren't the slayers); All the while, the person they sought for comfort, felt as much grief as they all did combined.

"Your father was a good man, Kiriya. He deserves to be honored, and i know you can do that for him." you whisper to the little boy as you gently pat his sisters' hair, voice a bit scratchy from holding in the scream you were desprate to let out. "I know we all can do it for him." you continue, a single tear rolling down your cheek as you tried to give him a hopeful smile.

"You won't have to face it alone." you finish, kissing the top of his head as the young boy let out a yawn, curling into your lap. Kuina rested her head just next to him, with Kanata laying down on the ground, using some of your yukata's cloth to protect her eyes from the dirt. "Master," you add, barely a whisper, eyes lingering back to the portrait as the hurt of your heart continues to spread across your chest, finally closing your eyes to rest alongside them when you knew they were all asleep.

#demon slayer #ubuyashiki kagaya #kny x y/n #kny spoilers #kny x reader #amane ubuyashiki #kagaya ubuyashiki #kagaya x reader #manga spoilers #demon slayer angst #angst #kny angst #kny anime #demon slayer art #kny fandom #fanart #demon slayer fanart #kny art #kny fanart #kny #demon slayer spoilers #x reader #x you #x y/n

[lovelywritinglady]

Demon slayer Rui (platonic) x big sis reader. And can it be hurt/comfort is possible? Thanks!! Sorry if you need a more specific scenario (^-^)/

I’ll see what I can do!

Big Sister

Rui x sister!reader

In which Rui gets mad at your for spending time with “mother” instead of him.

Hurt, angst, comfort, little brother/big sister relationship (platonic). Rui might be a lil out of character.

Rui Pov

Where in the hell is Y/n? She's been missing all night and she won't come no matter how much I call out for her. I feel like I've been walking for hours. I sighed looking around once more and after a few minutes I found her. She was cuddles up with mother and they were laughing and giggling while I was suffering. How could she do this to me? After all that I've done for her. A big sister is suppose to love and protect her younger brother and yet here she is spending time with mother. How selfish could she be do abandon me like this? She always said that I was her favorite and that she would spend time with me tonight. Maybe I should let father deal with mother while I deal with big sister. How annoying, I hate when they don't listen to me. God I felt so frustrated right now. I decided that the only thing to do was confront my big sister and make her explain why she would betray me.

I quickly appreared to them and the nerve of those two to seem surpiried that I would interrupt them. How dare they be surprised! I was about to speak when my big sister interrupted me.

"Aww Rui how wonderful of you to join us. Funny enough I was just about to come and get you." She spoke excitedly which confused the hell out of me.

"I don't believe you." I snapped moving closer to her as to intimidate her.

"Oh, I'm sorry Rui but I promise I'm not lying." Y/n pleated but I really didn't care anoymore.

"Then why are you here when you're suppose to be with me." I argued trying to get her to tell the truth.

"Oh my sweet Rui, I really was hoping I could show you later as-" She began to speak but I had heard enough. I slashed her face making her beautiful pale skin stained with blood. I was expecting her to cry or to beg for mercy, but instead she just sat there as calmly with a sweet smile on her face. This made me uneasy and the realization that I just hit her sunk in as I had never had any reason to do this to her before.

"Why did you make me do that!" I screamed at her mad that I hurt her. I was about to run away to try and get some space when I felt her embrace me. She held me so tightly and I couldn't help but feel so comforted by her embrace. "Is this what it's like to have a big sister?" I thought to myself.

"Rui, my sweet little brother, I wanted to surprise you with a human that I found wandering the mountain tonight. This one was beautiful and I thought that you would want to have it. I should have just told you and I'm so sorry." She admitted and a strange sensation bubled up in my belly. One that I didn't like nor did I wish to welcome. I then decided to forgive my big sister and take her gift as an apology.

"You're forgiven big sister, just never hide anything from me again." I told her pulling myself from her embrace.

"Thank you Rui, I promise I won't." She promised me and for some reason I believed her.

"Why were you with mother?" I questioned her as she smiled at my question.

"Oh, I was hoping that she would wrap the human for you. Mother's web is very beautiful." She told me and I believed her

"Good, now lets go see that human that you got for me." I told her but just as I was walking away she hugged me once again.

"I'm so sorry for hurting you Rui, just know that I love you and you're the best little brother I could have ever asked for." Y/n spoke. I suddenly felt tears on my head and I looked up to see her crying. I grimiced at this as I really hated when she cried because I knew she was hurt.

"I already forgave you, but thank you for apologizing again. I'm sorry for hurting your face." I admitted in a soft whisper hoping that she wouldn't hear me.

"Don't worry about that, we demons heal rather quickly and I have already forgotten about it." She proclaimed and softly stroked my hair.

"Now, lets go." she said as she grabbed my hand walking in the direction of the human that my big sister was kind enough to gift to me.

Thank you so much for reading!💜 Thank you to whoever requested this! I apologize if this fic wasn't exactly what you wanted I tried my very best.

Please feel free to like, comment, request, and reblog

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•I do NOT own any characters except y/n and any original characters•

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#demon slayer fanfic #rui demon slayer #rui x reader #demon slayer rui

[shinidamachu]

Reach for Me

SUMMARY: Where are you? I can't find you Broke in two, left behind you Reach for me I'm falling deep

WORDS: 779

GENRE: angst

FANDOM: Inukag

FORMAT: drabble

ALSO FOUND ON: AO3

She had never looked more beautiful.

And Inuyasha should know.

For countless moons now, he had seen Kagome in every possible way. Be it wearing her strange modern clothes, his Fire Rate robe or nothing at all, on the rare occasions in which he got blessed enough to accidentally find himself in the presence of her naked form. 

He had seen all kinds of emotions grace her face, a few of which he didn’t even have a name for, but something about her made a diligent student out of him, longing to learn. 

And he had seen her under the light of a thousand stars — on secret dates that were neither a secret nor would any of them dare to call it a date —, bathed in sunshine, in moonlight, with wind in her hair, wet from the pouring rain, or the shower, or sweat, humidity highlighting the curl of her strands just the way he liked it. He had seen her sleeping, singing, dancing. Crying for his sake, asking to stay by his side. With her cheeks painted a deep scarlet from something stupid he said or a blossoming into a soft pink from something bold he did. 

It didn’t matter the occasion, the part of herself Kagome decided to gift him with. Inuyasha was always there to receive it, to carve these little moments on his mind for as long as he lived — the moments Kagome had been so absurdly gorgeous it made his heart ache.

And yet, nothing could compare to the heavenly vision currently beside him.

Inuyasha couldn’t explain why, exactly. In theory, there were hardly any differences between the Kagome standing right there and the one he grew fond of — dressed in her school uniform, bow in hand, remaining arrows safely resting inside her quiver. Except this time she was drained, understandably so. Her face was uncharacteristically dirty and, he most definitely knew, hidden bruises had to be sporting her skin. 

Still, Kagome smiled. She smiled like she wasn’t about to pass out from exhaustion. She smiled like it was natural, like she couldn’t help it. She smiled like someone who had just accomplished their life long mission, like after risking everything, giving everything to achieve it, she had finally fulfilled her purpose on this Earth. 

She smiled like it was all worth it. And following her line of vision to find an empty handed monk and a jubilant demon slayer, Inuyasha couldn’t deny it was.

But he should never have looked away.

It only took a second, a false sense of security willing him to let his guard down and suddenly he feared the last thing he would ever see from her was that dazzling smile disappearing in favor of sheer panic while his clawed hands reached out to hers and missed by a hair, the meido taking her with no warning, no mercy, the portal that connected their worlds vanishing as well.

Only their bond transcended the very rules of the twist of fate that had brought them together. Nothing could keep Kagome from him. Not time, not space, not destiny itself.

Inuyasha opened a scar on the fabric of the universe and navigated a sea of monsters, only to get to her, only to find her. It was no surprise that he did and it was no surprise that she was waiting for him to come, because the definite truth, the undeniable fact neither Naraku or the sacred jewel seemed to understand, was that Kagome came into this world to be with him and he was born for her as well.

That knowledge culminated into a long time coming kiss, his thoughts consumed by all things Kagome, her sweet taste on his lips, his arms around her, exactly where they belonged. Everything else seemed to have melted away and he wouldn’t have minded staying that way forever, but Kagome had a wish to make.

It sounded fitting that she would be the one to save them all and Inuyasha was relieved to return her to her family like he promised. Kagome ran to her worried sick mother and they hugged tight as she tried to explain what happened.

She barely had the time to thank him before Inuyasha was blinded by the lights. Now he was the one slipping from her fingers. Before they could react, before they could say goodbye, he was forcefully thrown back into his own era.

But he knew, he knew that she would come back to him the same way he went back for her. No matter how long the wait, no matter what would take, Inuyasha was sure.

He was going to see that smile again.

A/N.: so a long time ago I posted an ask game in which I'd write a little something based on the songs or lyrics people would sent me and someone suggested "Reach for Me by Skillet" which I immediately associated with this especific moment of the series.

Plus today's prompt for @inukag-week is "smile" and I have an unhealthy obsession with Kagome's right before she falls into the meido, so there you have it.

#Inuyasha #Inukag Week #Inukag Week 2023 #Kagome #Kagome Higurashi #Sidposting #Reach for Me

[bimbosandbubbles]

✷⤷Masterlist

✰⤷ JJBA

Headcannons⤹

Yandere Joestars Jerking of to Chubby Reader

Fics⤹

Summer Frights (Yandere Ghostface Okuyasu and Josuke)

✰⤷ Tokyo Revengers

✰⤷ Blue Lock

✰⤷ JJK

Fics⤹

Truth or dare? (Bully Geto and Gojo)

Headcannons⤹

Grip

✰⤷ Demon Slayer

✰⤷ Chainsaw Man

Headcannons⤹

Perv Denji and his chubby crush

✰⤷ One Piece

✰⤷HxH

Fics

Four square(Yandere Adult Trio)

✰⤷Misc

Men who love hairy pussy

#masterlist #anime x reader #writing #chubby reader #smut anime #anime x chubby reader

[reticent-writer]

This is a draft that I used for this fic

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It happened in a big blur you had followed your father out of the infinite castle to his other family when you were taken away by the kakushi.

They took you away. You don't know where you are but it's no where near home.

They put you in a room without windows you didn't understand why, living in the infinity castle they had loads of windows even if they just lead to other rooms. You've never seen the sun and your father had taught you to fear it.

The first person you saw was a man with a scar covering the top half of his face. He had a soft smile of his face matched with a soft personality. You couldn't help but feel at peace whenever him and his children came by.

Days had went by with you in his care. You didn't mind staying in the small room but you did miss your father.

"Do you feel like talking today." He waited for a response that never came. "That's fine my child. Take your time." He reached his hand out to you. "I want you to meet the demon slayers."

'My child' your father never called you any terms of endearment. You liked it.

Your father warned you about the demon slayers. He told you to stay away from them. That they were dangerous.

That couldn't be farther from the truth, for the most part.

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"Another demon. Seriously? This one is MUZANS FUCKING CHILD." sanemi groaned as he watched you with a sword pointed at you while you were in the shadows of the Kagaya's house.

"Calm down sanemi. You had your sword pointed at him for a while, don't you think he would've done something by now." You looked towards the voice to see a woman with a smile and a butterfly Haori.

You didn't have much time to look at her before the sword at your neck was starting to cut you, luckily kagaya came and stopped him.

"Shinaguzawa I appreciate the concern but this child poses no threat to anyone, his demon art isn't lethal." At the masters voice sanemi pulled his sword back and bowed.

Most kids would find him scary but you stared at him in fascination.

No one would dare to look at you like that or else your father would strike them down.

"I believe this child could be the key to defeating muzan."

A/n: I'm 100% going to rewrite this because I don't have an ending yet

#male reader #kny x reader #demon slayer x reader #child reader #x child reader #reticent writes #reticent writer

[demonslayerandmha]

Demon slayer (part 4)

(go read the other parts) (oh and for part 4 i want to make this one full of drama)(sorry if i spelt thing wrong)

Tanjiro: sooooooo kanao~

Kanao: what do you want now..

tanjiro: i was thinking...and i want to have se-

Everyone: TANJIRO

shinbou: so who goes next

mitsuri: sanemi should go next

snamei: fine ig

(sanemi spins it and it lands on giyuu and after him complinging *bc he's snaemi* off they go into the closet)

giyuu: so ummm

sanemi: just come over here (Kisses giyuu)

(the start to have a full on make out)

(after 7 minutes bc im lazy and dont want to write all of that)

(shinobu opens the closet and sees sanemi on top of giyuu)

shinobu: ...

sanemi: its not what it looks like

giyuu: but you where kissing me-

(sanemi covers giyuus mouth)

teagen: so how many gay people are here?

Rengoku: UMAI UMAI UMAI

mitsuri: wait so sanemi is gay

shinobu: he fucked my sister

sanemi: yeah i did but- wait how did you know that

shinobu: SO ITS TRUE

sanemi: wait i can explain

shinobu: explain then

sanemi: so me and her where both very very very drunk okay?

shinobu: (looks away) (and whispers) giyuus mine you bitch

sanemi: what was that shinobu

shinobu: nothing, nothing

(10 minutes later inoskue and aoi are sleeping on the couch together so are nezuko and zenitzu)

(and shinobu is hanging around giyuu alot)

Tegean: im kinda bored

everyone: same

kanao: oh i have an idea

mitsuri: what is it

kanao: what is we play truth or dare

muchiro: okay

genya: sure

everyone: yeah

shinobu: sanemi truth or dare

sanemi: truth

shinobu: do you like giyuu

sanemi: y-yeah

shinobu: hmp (sad and angry)

sanemi: truth or dare... shinobu

shinobu: truth

sanemi: do you like giyuu

shinobu: yes i do (glares a snamei)

sanemi: (whispers) giyuus mine you asshole...

(part 5????)

#demon slayer #sanemi x reader #kny x reader #kny #kny ships #mha x reader #my hero academia #sanemi shinazugawa #shinazugawa sanemi

[cosmichighpriestess]

This message is not for everyone. What's happening is our frequency is raising and their level of consciousness is not on the same frequency we're broadcasting from so we're not relatable. We don't relate to them anymore, and our energy feels threatening especially to their demons. So that is why they attack your character. God will shield you and protect you. They feel threatened and they cannot hear us. So give them plenty of space because they need to process everything and you need to protect your energy and peace at all costs. You are doing nothing wrong. You have to be a strong warrior. You have to be a demon slayer. You have nothing to be afraid of. They are more afraid of you. They feel like they have make the right decision because they are in flight or fight. There's no wrong decision, just mistakes you learn from. They have to mistake you for the enemy to learn that you are the solution-- not the problem. You make their demons sick. How dare you have self-love, respect, and peace that's why they need to attack you. Exposing the corruption of this world will turn them against you. You are the enemy for speaking the truth. God gave you that power. God is your true creator and co-creator with you, you are God experiencing itself. Surrender to God and give your burdens to God and Yeshua and let them lead the way. You are so loved, this too shall pass.

#rose messages

[tickle-page]

Masterlist

I’ve been requested to do this. You can totally request more fics for me to do. Anyways, this means completed, and this means in the fritz.

Tickle Prompts:

Christmas Starters

Regular sentence starters

Fandom List (updated)

Trauma dump under the cut

Domestic Ships

Get to know me tag game

Problem solved

Manga:

The Abyss chapter 11 tickle scene

Affectionately- Chapter 1 Tickle scene

Affectionately- Chapter 9 Tickle Scene

Affectionately- Smthing random tickle(?)

Affectionately- Chapter 30 Tickle Scene

Encirclement Love- Chapter 6 Tickle Scene

Between the Stars- Chapter 58 Tickle Scene

Between the stars: Chapter 44

Twisted Wonderland Tickle Hcs:

Heartslaybul

Savannahclaw

Octavinelle

Scarabia

Pomefiore

Ignihyde

Diasomnia

School Staff(?)

Videos:

Rapunzel Tangled Adventure’s: Season 3 (Kings and Queens of Hearts)

Riversxcameron (tiktok)

School for little vampires: Season 1 Episode 25

Airrack: You scream You lose, IRL: Tickletoberday 11

Sturniolo Triplets Tickle

Team Edge Tickle

The rise of the TMNT:

“Being smart is a curse” Lee: Donnie Lers: Mikey, Raph, Leo, and brief April

“Donatello’s much needed revenge on a blue ninja Turtle” Tickletober day 7 Lee: Leo Ler: Donnie

Donatello’s revenge Part 2 Tickletober day 8 Lee: Raph, Ler: Donnie

Donatello’s revenge Part 3 Tickletober day 9 Lee: Mikey Ler: Donnie

Tickletober day 22: Skeleton Lee: Mikey Lers: Donnie and Leo

Teenage mutant ninja Turtle Tickle Headcanons

Assassination Classroom:

“Teasing” Tickletober Day 1: Lee: Karma Lers: Nagisa and Terasaka

Lee: Isogai Ler: Sugino

Lee: China Ler: Yuzuki

Lee: Itona Lers: Terasaka, Takuya, Taisei, Kirara

Boy tickle hcs: Part 1, part 2, part 3, Part 4, Part 5

Saiki K:

“Come back here” Tickletober Day 2 Lee: Kaidou Ler: Nendou

Lee: Saiki Lers: Kaidou and Nendou

Saiki k tickle Headcanons

Hunter x Hunter:

“Just do it” Tickletober day 3 Lee: Killua Ler: Gon

“Killua’s revenge” Lee: Gon Ler Killua

Lee: Kurapika Ler: Leorio (ship post(?))

Tickle Headcanons

Boruto:

“Tickle and Ladders” Tickletober day 4 Lee: Inojin Lers: Boruto, Shikadai, Mitsuki, Iwabae, Denki, and brief Metal Lee

Tickle Headcanons part 1 and part 2

JJK:

“Hide or get tickled” Tickletober day 6 Lee: Megumi Lers: Nobara and Itadori

Tickle Headcanons

MHA:

“Tell us” Tickletober day 10 Lee: Dabi Lers: Aizawa, Present Mic, and Hawks

Using her quirk to good use Tickletober day 12 Lee: Rody, Bakugo, and Shinsou Ler: Hagakure

Tickle Headcanons part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4

Haikyuu:

Conquering your fears Tickletober day 13 Lee: Nishinoya Ler: Asahi

Tickle Headcanons part 1, part 2, part 3

Demon Slayer:

The itsy bitsy spider Tickletober day 15 Lee: Zenitsu Ler: Inosuke

Tickle Headcanons Hashiras, Demon Slayers, Demons

TBHK:

Ghost tickles Tickletober day 16 Lee: Kou Ler: Hanako-kun

Tickle Headcanons

Voltron:

Tickletober day 18: Nightmares Lee: Their son, Keith Ler: Keith and Lance (KeithxLance)

Svtfoe:

Tickletober day 20: Cirrcus Lee: Tom Ler: Marco

Obey Me:

Tickletober day 21-Surrender Lee: Beezlebub Ler: Lucifer, Mammon, and Belphegor

Teen titans go:

“Beastboy doesn’t like tickling?” Lee: Beastboy Lers: Robin and Starfire

Tickle headcanons

Enstars:

Truth or Dare Lee: Koga Lers: Tatsumi, Aira, Hiro, and Mayoi

Endurance training Ler: Kuro Lers: Chiaki, Madara, Tetora, and Hiro

Part 2 to Truth or Dare: Lee: Koga Lers: Karou, Adonis, Tatsumi, and Rei(?)

Feathery Touch Lee: Souma Ler: Adonis

“Enjoy your vacay” Lee: Male producer Lers: Hokuto and Hiro

“Cheer up Tickles” Lee: Male producer Ler(s): Hokuto, Hiro, and Chiaki.

“Jealousy” Lee: Male producer, Tomoya, breif Hokuto Ler: Male producer, Hokuto, brief Tomoya

Total Dramarama:

Lee: Duncan

Lee: Jude

Lee: Noah

Tickle Headcanons

Lee: Boys Ler: Girls

Camp Camp:

Tickle Headcanons

Lee Max, Ler(s): Niki and Neil

Ticklish Max: Lee: Max Ler: David

Lee: Neil Ler(s) Niki, Max(?)

Lee: Harrison Ler: Nerris

Strange World

Ticklish little Ethan: Lee: Ethan Ler: Diazo

Tickle Headcanons: (Part 1) (Part2)

Total Drama Island

How long can ya last Lee: Noah,

South Park

Domestic ships (Creek)

Bunny Tickle Fic

Main 4 Tickle Headcanons

Craigs team Tickle Headcanons

Big Mouth

Domestic Ships (Jatthew)

#tickle #lee #ticklish #masterlist

[silver-tooth-the-panther]

Can I request some Obanai and Ni vore?

Plot: Obanai and Mitsuri were out for a walk when they saw Ni with an injured wing. They were surprised to see another Hashira that was turned into a demon. Ni saw them and quickly got into battle stance, despite being injured. If you want, you can add Angelica!

(Hello friend! Sorry this took so long, but I finally have it done! I hope you enjoy this fic and I hope it’s accurate!)

A Shocking Discovery

(A Demon Slayer Vore Famfic)

Warnings: Swearing, unintentional fearplay, and soft vore.

“Sweetheart.” Obanai said with a hint of worry as he and his wife, Mitsuri, were walking through the forest. “I’m getting an uneasy feeling about this. His small snake tongue flicked, tasting the air. “Hmm? What do you mean Obi?” Mitsuri asked in a kind and sweet manner. “It’s just.. a n instinctive feeling, I guess. I feel like one of our own is in danger.”

The couple had came out here for a quiet peaceful walk. Life as a demon slayer, even though they were half demons, was rather tough. So, they needed a break every once in a while. However, something strange riled up Obanai’s protective instincts, but he didn’t know what.

The snake half demon tasted the air again. “I taste..” Obanai’s eyes widened. “Blood..” The Serpent Hashira bolted off into the woods, little snake tail between his legs. “Wait, Obi!” Mitsuri ran after him, feathers flying behind her.

Obanai followed the taste of blood to wherever it was. He knew that the scent was familiar, but he couldn’t put his claw on it. The scent didn’t belong to a half demon, nor was it a human. The scent belonged to a..

“A demon..” Obanai skidded to a stop where the source of the scent was. “Obi!” Mitsuri panted, catching up to him. “What’s going o-“ then she saw the demon that was right in front of them. Golden bloodied wings greeted them as the female demon hissed protectively.

The demon was wearing a pink and white kimono with a beaded hair band and flowers that matched the same color. Two white and pink horns stood up from the sides of her head. Her hair was a light brown color that was tied in a bun. Her eyes, which were a lovely turquoise color, stuck out from the rest of her body.

The demon reached to her side, eyes widening in horror. “My sword! Fuck!” She snarled. Obanai carefully approached the female demon. “Ni?” He tilted his head in disbelief. The female demon just looked confused. “How do you know my name?”

“You used to be a Hashira.” Mitsuri mewed behind her husband. The couple have read about all the past Hashiras in the logbook that was kept at the Master’s mansion. Ni was the second slayer to be turned, after Kokushibo. “So you’ve come here to slay me, huh?” Ni snarled, struggling to get up.

“What? No!” Mitsuri yelped, exposing her wings. “We’re half-demons. None of them kill humans anymore ever since young Kamado took over as king.” Obanai hissed softly. “You killed Muzan?” Ni asked with an underlying hiss.

Without warning, the female demon lunged at the couple. Using his quick reflexes, Obanai grabbed her using his snake tail. “How dare you kill the only person who saved me and my sisters?!” Ni yelled, swiping her claws.

Obanai and Mitsuri looked at each other with sorrow. Many of the other half demons thought this before they realized the truth. They needed to get her back to the Infinity Castle and they knew just how to do it. “Are you immune to poison?” Obanai asked the female demon.

“What? Yes I am, but that doesn’t matter!” She tried swiping at him again, but the Serpent Hashira caught the blow. “Actually, it does.” Obanai lowered the bandages that covered his mouth, revealing his snake-like jaw.

Ni’s eyes widened with shock as she tried to struggle free. However, it was no use as her head and shoulders were gently pushed into Obanai’s maw. Black saliva dripped all around her as she tried to break free. “Let me go!” She screeched as the Serpent Hashira started to swallow.

The inside of Obanai’s throat was a light gray color and was surprisingly soft and warm. Ni didn’t give in to the coziness though. She struggled with all her strength to get out of there, but Obanai’s muscles were too strong. She was eventually pulled down to his stomach.

“Let me out, damn it!” Ni roared as she curled up inside the warm pouch-like organ. She could hear Obanai’s soft heartbeat from within him. This didn’t calm her down though. Instead, fear started to take hold of her. “Please..don’t kill me.”

“We’re not going to kill you, miss. We just need to take you back home.” Obanai held his belly as he hissed softly. “Will she be okay?” Mitsuri asked, worried. “She will..let’s just go home.” Obanai sighed, closing his eyes. Mitsuri nodded slowly as the couple started to make their way back to the Infinity Castle.

There was no way out for Ni now. She was exhausted with an injured wing and tired attitude. She listened closely to Obanai’s sound, hoping he was truthful. Luckily, there was no sound of deception. Ni sighed as she wrapped her wings around herself, slowly dozing off.

#half-demon! tanjiro au #comfort vore #safe vore #soft vore #vore writing #demon slayer vore

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"a fellow demon slayer, huh...i don't seem to remember encountering any demon slayers like you. But I hardly paid much attention so it makes sense." That came off as a blunt truth though he couldn't have thought of anything else to respond, especially by listening to the other. The hashira had this habit of going into a silence just to hear out what other things could trigger those memories. Everything had come aside from one part, but it can't be that important. A finger ceased poking just being at ease over this not being...that robot. Oh, the robot had a similar appearance to this man's face didn't it? Muichiro would be slightly distracted by having those eyes over his injuries. He nearly forgot about the stinging sensation, despite having rid of the nausea he previously felt go away over a couple of hours. "...It's clear that you're not the robot. Then I guess you can accompany me for the time being." The male did find it odd how a demon slayer would abandon his assigned mission --- though he isn't fully aware of what kind of mission he was tasked. Perhaps it was just his imagination from doubting this slayer's kindness, still not prepared to trust everything he sees. Even the mist can't be cleared completely overnight.

it did feel embarrassing knowing that Muichiro was a hashira and having someone below him being an escort. The Mist hashira should be protecting him, not the other way around should a demon attack them. A hand rested over the ripped attire...still recalling the fury and satisfaction of beheading that demon. He sighed heavily to take it easy, relaxing those shoulders in the company of an ally. Eyes stare over that sword which seemed different than the usual ones he witnessed at the swordsmith village being done. "Your name...what's your name?" Feeling a little heavy, a hand rubbed around an eye to show he hadn't gotten much rest. Walking around without resting for a while had left the hashira stumbling in between their steps.

✢ He nodded. "I just arrived here, that's probably why you don't remember..." There was no way for him to remember. It had been so long since he was actually a demon slayer he almost forgot what it ran like but he would go along with it. "We have not...had the opportunity to meet before, so I apologize if I startled you in some way...." And he was going to continue when he realized there was some mention of something. "Robot...? Like a mechanical doll...?" That was, of course, the only definition he could think of for that word. And he had no idea one existed- why would he look like something of that nature. It was very strange to him indeed.

A name.

"My name is Tsugikuni Michikatsu...." He wouldn't dare use his demon name, lest lower demons show up and ruin it for him. That was a name they didn't know, and if he was right, this one shouldn't know that name either. Trained eyes carefully tracked his movements, was he feeling okay? He'd make sure to stick close, just in case he ended up not feeling well or collapsing. "It is .. an honor to meet you." Giving a small bow of respect, to a warrior of course.

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#✢ Kokushibo #✢ Abandoning humanity ; IC #pcrdiseseekers