#demonslayer x y/n

[livelaughlovekny]

"Loves me, loves me not..."

Summary: Muichirou got bored waiting for you to arrive and decided to play the “loves me, loves me not” flower game. (+Mini bonus at the end)

   “One cloud, two clouds, three clouds…” Muichirou murmured to himself as he patiently waited for you to arrive. The both of you had agreed to train together at his estate after you came back from your mission. As Hashiras, this was a rare opportunity as the both of you were constantly bombarded with missions and tasks. That surely had to be the reason as to why Muichirou had been looking forward to today. Since he wrote back to you, telling you that he was fine with the arrangement, he had anticipated for today to arrive.

  You were taking a while to arrive though. Why were the both of you always assigned missions that were so far away from each other? Bored, Muichirou listlessly plucked at the surrounding grass. He tried recalling the contents of your letters. The both of you had agreed to exchange letters whenever possible. In your latest letter, you informed him that you should arrive at his estate at three in the afternoon. Or was it four? He couldn’t quite remember, though both felt too late and not enough to him. Strange, Muichirou wasn’t sure when was the last time that he had looked forward to someone so strongly.

  He tried reasoning with himself. Training time is precious. What he was actually looking forward to was training with someone strong. It could be any other Hashira. It didn’t have to be you. Though the idea of training with anyone else but you seemed appalling to him. Perhaps it was because he felt closer to you than others. Before meeting you, his training consisted of him and only him. 

  An hour passed, and you had yet to arrive. Did you get lost? No, your crow would have guided you. Did he get the date wrong? No, he didn’t. Then what could be taking you so long? Slightly frustrated, Muichirou got up and wandered around his yard. He passed a patch of wild flowers. He stopped and stared at it. “What was it about flowers that the Love Hashira said… Oh yeah.” He sat down in front of the patch of flowers and plucked one.

  He twisted the flower around his fingers, studying it. It was a stupid idea but he was bored and… that was it. There was another feeling within him that he just couldn’t put his finger on. It was a nagging feeling that somehow kept bringing up memories of you. Pushing away his feelings, he plucked a petal off the flower. “Loves me.” The petal fluttered down.

  “Loves me not.” His heart sank a little. “Loves me.” Hope rose again. “Loves me not… Ah.” It felt as if something was clutching onto his heart tightly. There were only two petals left. His fingers hovered near the remaining two petals. It’s just a stupid game. Yet he couldn’t ignore the sinking feeling within him and bring himself to finish the game…

  “Loves you!” Two fingers plucked off the remaining two petals together. Muichirou turned around in shock. He looked up to see your grinning face. “Helloo, sorry for being late! I encountered a few villagers who needed some help.” You squatted down so that the both of you were at eye level. Your free hand reached out and opened up his, your other hand placing the two petals onto his palm. “There you go, I’m sure whoever you were thinking of loves you.”

  Muichirou closed his hand, clenching the two petals tightly before placing them carefully into his pocket. “I wasn’t thinking of anyone. I was just plucking off the petals out of boredom.” You snorted. “Right, I heard you murmuring ‘loves me, loves me not’ to yourself. Even if I didn’t, you shouldn’t bully flowers.” Getting up, Muichirou looked down at your squatting figure and gave you an unimpressed look. “Whatever, it was your fault for taking so long.”

  You whined. “I got here as fast as I could. It’s not my fault that it’s my duty to help others.” Not replying, Muichirou turned away and walked off. Pouting exaggeratedly, you complained loudly about how mean he was. You don’t notice how the tip of his ears had turned red or how relieved he was when he heard you said “loves you”, especially when he realised that he had played that game with someone in his mind and heart.

Bonus: A few weeks later, it was your turn to wait for Muichirou to arrive at the Mist Estate for training. You wandered around his home, marvelling about how one could bear to live in such an empty house. Walking into yet another empty room, you notice a tiny frame hanging above the bed. This was the only decoration in the entire house. Upon closer inspection, you realise it was two petals framed. “Oh, I didn’t know he liked flowers.” Just then, you heard Muichirou calling your name. Leaving the room, you walked towards the voice, not realising that those were the petals you gave him.

a/n: helloo, im back with yet another drabble/oneshot! i was working on a request when i suddenly thought of this and just had to write it out!!

#kny #kny fanfic #demonslayer #kny x reader #tokito muichiro x reader #muichiro x y/n #muichiro fluff #muichiro tokito #demon slayer #kny muichiro #fluff #oneshot #drabble #muichiro x reader #muichiro x you #i absolutely love flowers and the love me love me not game now

[kkencess]

AKAZA, feenin.

although it might be obvious, there’s one unspoken rule in a relationship. never admit you find another man attractive around your short-tempered husband.

𖤐 info ─── oneshot written by yours truly… i got this idea out of nowhere, and had to write it all before the dialogue disappeared from my head, lol! it was like three in the morning, but i somehow finished this. as an eighteen year old who just turned eighteen, i recommend reading if you’re sixteen, and up! if you aren’t, don’t mention it please!

𖤐 warnings ─── lowercase intended, female! reader, human! akaza, akaza is your fiancé, mild age gap, explicit content, dirty talk, rough sex [punishment sex?], crying, a lil praising, the one time akaza doesn’t respect women, muahaha! just kidding.

most people shamed others for taking on the role of the housewife, but at least for you; it was easy. in a large mansion like the one you lived in, it was only natural others would assume you had it hard. but in all honesty, you didn't. you didn't have any kids at the moment; so that alone was a bonus. cooking was a breeze since you enjoyed it so much, and cleaning wasn't bad since it hardly ever got untidy.

you lay soundlessly in bed, your eyes glued on the phone screen that rested in your hands. a housewife, and a senior in college. of course, all eyes were on you at all times. others often wondered how you scored a faithful husband at the age of twenty one; and honestly, you didn't have a clue yourself.

akaza wasn't in college, like you. he worked for a private organization; and was twenty-seven himself. you didn't have a problem with the miniature age gap; and slightly found it all the more attractive. don’t get you wrong or anything, men these days just weren't up to par. especially those around your age group, or younger. besides, you doubted you'd ever date someone younger than you.

your cheek is engulfed in your palm, black framed glasses falling from your face as you dive your head against the pillow. your glossy lips ruin your pillow, squinted eyes pulled close. you were all caught up on your assignments, surprisingly. you would graduate from college next month, before attending law school.

man.

the distant sound of keys jangling catches your attention, bringing you to raise your head from the pillow. you glance over towards the door, finding it still closed. whatever, your husband must’ve been home. that was great news, considering you were bored; and needed someone to bother. and a coping mechanism to separate your mind away from the stress of law school, and college overall.

you arise from the bed, sighing softly. just before you completely arised; the door opened, revealing a familiar black haired individual. settling down against the edge of the bed, you’re dressed in a cami tee, and shorts. with narrowed brows, you open your mouth to speak, head tilted. “damn, you were out longer than usual.”

akaza sighs, greeting you with a kiss against your forehead. “muzan requested a meeting.”

you roll your eyes at his typical response. “that man is extremely annoying. i’m sure his employees don’t get paid to take part in sudden meetings.”

the other shrugs, setting his suitcase down against the edge of the bed. the buttons of his suit top remained undone, slightly revealing the outline of his toned chest. of course, he worked out very often; but he looked insane. his body looked, and felt unrealistic. especially his muscles. and it was just perfect for you; deeming he often lounged around the house in nothing but sandals, and shorts. your husband looked fucking amazing.

“somewhat hot, but still annoying.” you finish, darting your eyes elsewhere.

akaza’s attention immediately snaps over to meet your own, blue eyes now settled on you. you’re completely silent, scanning the interior of the room with tapered eyes. your ridiculously pretty face is relaxed, though the last words to leave your mouth were completely out of line. you both knew there wasn’t any honesty behind any of what you just voiced, but the boldness of course; is what usually placed the cherry on the top.

“i’m sorry?” the earthy smell of man's cologne seeped from him dearly, infiltrating your nostrils quickly. the scent mashed well with his body wash. he smelled just as great as he looked. lusciously; you lick at your lips, bringing your eyes back over to meet your lover’s own irritation tainted ones.

“what are you saying sorry for?”

the man rolls his eyes, yet doesn’t settle for any more of your bullshit. maybe on a good day he would’ve fallen for it, but after such a long day at work, he figured it wasn’t necessarily worth the sacrifice. muttering something inaudible beneath his breath, he advances forward into another room; the bathroom.

you whine at the lack of attention, pressing your body up from the mattress to step on to the ground. you felt you had at least a bit of the right to be annoying. you hadn’t seen him in a little over twelve hours. those shifts were dangerous; especially to the wife of the man taking them. man, everytime you’d capture a glance at his boss, you’d send him a filthy glare. if there was anyone you truly hated in this world, you’d bet your ass it was fucking muzan, kibutsuji.

“well, that wasn’t fun.”

for what little of the day you had left, you spent your time preparing dinner. akaza hadn’t gotten out of the shower yet; but he always took long; so to you, it wasn’t anything out of character. you figured a breakfast styled dinner wouldn’t hurt. It was a fun choice as well, considering you were craving it these past few days. your husband was never too picky about dinner choices, so he should be fine with the option you settled for.

dinner was silent for the most part. you watched your lover, whilst spooning a mouth full of grits in between your lips.

“are you ignoring me?” you question, breaking the everlasting silence. you’re seated directly across from him, utensils aligned against the transparent glass table. you’re eyeing him shamelessly, cheek pressed against your palm. well, unfortunately for him; the silent treatment only worked in movies.

“it’s about the muzan comment, isn’t it?”

you hoist your legs up to meet akaza’s thigh, letting the anatomy settle hotly against his skin. you’re not completely facing his direction, but your body is angled to meet his. you’re still shoveling pieces of food into your mouth, chowing down on a sausage as you prepare your next bite. you adored how you looked around him, but never when you were eating. it’s not like you ate like a pig or anything, you were just comfortable enough to eat as you would alone.

“i don’t like being ignored, y’know.”

akaza would always answer you. and being who he was (your husband) of course, he knew you well. probably better than you did yourself. so of course, he was wary of the fact that you were a bitch for his attention. sometimes, he’d purposely pretend he couldn’t hear you just to stimulate some sort of reaction out of you. and every single time; it worked. miraculously, but it did.

“i’m aware, [name.]” his tone was stern; low and captivating. you have to press your legs close at the raw sound of it, an array of tingles pulsing through you like a shooting star. your legs dangle off of his own, your chair now pulled a bit closer to his own. the platform of your slippers pressed against the hem of his seating.

“you’re so pretty when you’re upset, babe.” though you were the one who spouted the compliment, your cheeks don’t of course fail to heat up. your tone is quite teasing as well, a playful smile grasping your lips.

“i'm not upset.” he clarifies, eyeing you momentarily. “you’d be a lot more attractive yourself if you stopped making jokes like that about my boss. it’s disrespectful.”

“huh, your boss?” you question, perking a brow. “what’s gonna happen if i don’t?” a smile slowly grasps your lips, eyes darting over to match a gorgeous blue pair.

you weren’t any idiot, of course. you knew he secretly enjoyed it when you talked back; because in a way, it riled him up even more. to fuck you into complete submission, that was. you could simply tell by the way his fingers grasped your ankle tonight would be worth its while.

your back hits the bed’s cushion quite roughly, though the hand grasped around your neck never detached itself from the stated anatomy. you’re pulled into a rough kiss, a soft groan emitted at the rather brutal force; though you were accustomed to it. the male kissed hotly against your lips, savoring every wince emitted, and the shudders performed. you’re pinned down against the cushion, either of your hands pulled against one another; as they’re pinned above your head; near the neatly stacked pillows nearby.

the spaghetti strap tee you wore was hauled up just a bit, revealing your pierced belly. hell, the lounge shorts you wore had ridden up to your mid thigh. a hand of his is free, to lap at the slick coating your thighs; your legs pulling apart to help give him a little more access to what should’ve been his most desirable target.

“you’re always so quiet when we finally go at it.” he started against your lips, where he kissed softly. a finger of his pressed against your clothed clit, earning a slight jolt from you.

you press your eyes shut as his fingers ride against your soaked parts; shutters emitted. he’s quick with his actions; the stated anatomy dipping past your soaked underwear and nearly into you; residing just near your entrance while he teased your clit with his available fingers.

you have to strain a gasp as he loses your lips; mouth now against your neck where he sucked, and bit. nonetheless he’s an expert. you were so fucking soaked and he had only kissed you. nothing else. maybe him being a man of his words played an odd part in it, but for now, you’d give him the benefit of the doubt.

“god, you’re soaking wet, baby. i’m gonna stuff you so fucking well.” cooed the older male, voice as silky as ever. his words alone were enough to increase the amount of pre-cum that currently seeped through your underwear, a shudder animated as you gasped into your palm, when he sunk a finger into you. not just one finger, but two. and his pace started unforgivingly.

he was already plunging his fingers into you with undeniable speed. you could feel the eagerness, your body jolting beneath his own. akaza stared you down mercilessly, lapping at his own lips with the soft pink flesh of his tongue. your fingers grasped desperately at his wrist as his digits pushed through, flush against your walls. you moan out in pleasure, the slight pain pushed quickly aside as you wriggled in his touch. “f—fuck!” you cursed, fingers caressing akaza’s tight muscles. they felt so fucking nice. he worked out often and it showed physically, thankfully.

“gonna come from just my fingers?” he questioned, shoving another one in without restraint. “shit, you are, aren’t you? you aren’t embarrassed?” your face was hot, flustered in mortification, as he confirmed. his words were rather teasing; although his voice remained silky. rather smooth, even. he worked his fingers like a damn god. he knew just what to do to keep you doused in pleasure, while simultaneously making sure it didn’t send you over the edge. it was clear he knew your body better than you did.

“t—to m-much!” you exasperated. it should’ve been criminal. the way your back arched from the bed as he worked his fingers delightfully. he chuckled coldly at your remark, head lowering; before he leveled himself out of your sight, and beneath your trembling thighs. he tore at your lace undergarments with ease, allowing them to fall against the bed’s soft cushion.

“is it?” he seethed, lapping at your pretty, now exposed pussy. your clit glistened with your own produce, spilling against the velvet colored sheets. akaza wasted no time, settling his tongue against the anatomy, circling it just perfectly. his fingers still plunged into you with brute force, his free hand clasped around your thigh harshly, where he gripped to make sure you didn’t escape his grasp.

“my god…” the only thing you could do was take in the pleasure, moaning as your hand pulled down to grasp at his hair. the grip he had on your thigh tightened, earning a wince of pain from you; though the overall pleasure you received from both his fingers, and mouth overthrew whatever pain you previously suffered. you were so fucking close, closer than ever. “akaza— shit. that feels amazing… don’t stop.”

you were positive he would let you cum. at least now. rapid blinks blinded you, your mouth pulled apart as lengthy moans made way. the knot in your stomach had only slightly undone itself; disappointment quickly washed over you when not one, but all of whatever pleasure you had been feeling before completely vanished.

“b-babe?” there wasn’t much time to react; your body quickly being pushed over. you were now laid flat against your stomach, body pressed into the cushion. your face was hot in embarrassment, mind scrambled. you didn’t know what to say. you could hear the male above you chuckle, his hands settled against torso; where his fingers grasped harshly at. you twitch in his caress, the warmth of his breath evident against your neck since he had resided so close to you.

it was quite thick, and heavy— only for what it was, that is. you guess you couldn’t be too mad, since things weren’t looking so bad for you. it was a shame you couldn’t see it, though. it looked pretty. and trust you, you weren’t at all exaggerating. a pretty pink tip, and gorgeous smooth skin following it. it had a perfect arch, one that could easily strike you in all of the right places. you got lightheaded thinking about it, swallowing hard as you await his actions.

“shit, m’gonna fuck you so hard… give you just what you wanted.” he says, either of his palms engulfing your ass. he spread you apart with ease, spatting out a thick wad of saliva against your entrance, that’d be his substitution for lube. you could only whine beneath him, as you mentally prepared yourself for the next few moments.

“you’re lucky i even gave you that much,” he spouts, cock pushing into your entrance. you have to bite into the sheets, limbs weakening as he pushes further, and further into you. with each push came deep breathy grunts, from akaza himself. he only stopped when his hips were locked against your ass, hands sliding down to grasp at your waist. you gasp out in pain, the lack of proper lube making it all the worse for you. not only that, did you even finger prep properly? he should’ve let you come, before.

“shit. you’re so tight, baby. so tight.” he started roughly, plunging in and out of you with an indescribable force. he was reckless, fucking into you with his own neediness. the tears that spiked your vision fell, staining the bed’s sheets. his grunts of pleasure only satisfies you, making you hot all over. he practically tore his way inside of you, yes— but of course, it always felt amazing soon after.

the pleasure gradually builds, moans spilling from your mouth as he delved even deeper into you, striking you in all the right spaces. there’s hardly any pain involved now; only strained moans and whimpers. you crumble beneath him, head hanging against the pillows— hurried, heavy pants occupying your eardrums. akaza couldn’t see your expression, and to be quite honest he was dying to— all he needed was a proper glance at your fucked out face.

so, he settles against the edge of the matress, only detaching himself from you for a second. in the next instant you're resting in his lap, his cock sinking into you without warning. this angle was even better than the last, though the part where he entered always hurt like a bitch. his free hand engulfed your chin, forcing it down so that your gaze matched your own. your eyes were hazy, eyelids hanging low— making it so that you could hardly even see. speckles of stars spiked your vision, vanishing once your eyes finally fell close.

“you’re a mess, sweetheart.” akaza says, tone low and sweet. saliva grazes your lips, hands weakly wrapping around akaza’s shoulders. you couldn’t say a thing— your body wouldn’t allow you to. no, your brain wouldn’t. all you could do was shut up and take whatever he had to offer, like how he knew you would. of course, akaza always got the last laugh. you started things off, but he’d finish them in an unbelievable way.

“shit, you’re making me feel so good. so good, baby.” he protests, a smile engulfing the lips of his pretty face as he takes either of your ankles in his hand, pulling them apart so that they are fully wrapped around his waist, ensuring that you took every inch of him. there wasn’t any running away in this position, and to be quite frank you weren’t upset with the lack of options.

“akaza…” you mutter, with what little strength you had. “m’gonna come…”

the male eyes the hardly evident bulge tracing your stomach, eyes soon tracing further up. he presses a kiss against the exposed skin of your chest, legs trembling as he nears his orgasm. his pace became desperate as he fucked rapidly into you, practically drilling you dry. your head is resting into his shoulder, hanging between the juncture of both his chin, and collarbone. your ass bounces against his cock, the wet sounds audible. dribbling past your lips was drool, that slid down akaza’s back, dipping into the curves of his muscles. you were far too weak to scratch at him, so for now all you could do was take it.

you wanted to speak up, in the least bit do something. it was hard hearing you anyways, when akaza moaned so desperately in your ear, whispering about how good you were; and how well you took him. he pressed a kiss between your chest, blue eyes tracing up your figure. his fingers grasped you roughly, in fact you were sure it would leave some kind of mark.

just another pump was enough to send him over the edge, specks of white shooting into you; not even a drop trickling down your thighs. it doesn’t take long for you to come after him, your mind going completely numb as you clang on desperately to his body. all you could hear were akaza’s strained breaths that seemed to never end. you didn’t know what to say, or do either. nonetheless, you couldn’t stay like this forever.

finally akaza catches himself, catching your chin in between his index finger, and thumb. there’s a slight upturn of his lips, pretty blue eyes eating at you disastrously.

“one more time.”

#akaza #akaza x reader #akaza smut #kkencess #demon slayer #let’s ignore the fact that this was a little rushed… #demon slayer smut #x reader #kimetsu manga #kimetsu no yaiba #human akaza #demonslayer #anime smut #anime #akaza x y/n #anime x reader #oneshot #anime oneshot #fanfic #omg did i really write this?! #demon slayer headcanons #akaza headcanons #drabble

[urlocalreadermooni]

Aizetsu x Reader

Female!Reader ( Hashira reader )

A/n: I am having a difficult time figuring out what to write nowadays 

A bit of spoilers but also a bit not since it's mixed with imagination. 

Part 2

                                                              Why do I feel this way…

You were sent to go relax in the swordsmith village, along with getting a new sword for yourself.  You were the Moon Hashira, Muichiros older sister. You had been told to go to the swordsmith village with your brother so you were already excited about it! You both were usually very quiet but when together alone, you guys can talk for hours! And I mean hours. One time you went on for 4 hours straight and Sanemi walked in on you two. He never looked at you both the same way. And to inform you reader, You are 18 turning 19 (IN THE FIC).

 You were in a room with Muichiro talking about how you were excited to see how your new swords would be designed since you both got new swordsmiths. But then a demon opened the door and you both turned. You ended up slicing its head as soon as it entered. It was crying when you slashed its head off too. It split into two more demons? ‘Odd.’ you thought and next thing you know, the green eyed clone had a fan that blew your brother through the wall into the forest. You screamed his name as he flew and you stared at the demon in anger. You had charged after him.

A little while later

Now there were 4 demons. One blue eyed, one green eyed that you despised, one red eyed, and one yellow eyed. They were all looking at you. Tanjiro and Genya had made it to the scene, tanjiro got swept away by the yellow clone and Genya fought the red clone. The green one went after Genya as well. The blue clone kept looking at you in a weird way so you decided to fight him. As you approached the Blue clone he backed away. He seemed to have no intention of fighting but you didn’t care, it was a demon! “Please don’t… It makes me sad that you want me dead…” He said softly. 

You let your guard down for a single second. And you get tackled by the yellow clone. You fell to the ground with the Bird? Man? Demon? On you. You got mad and then you heard, “Don’t hurt her Urogi… It makes me sad…” Urogi was his name huh? You felt the yellow clone ‘Urogi’ shift and he spoke. “Aizetsu you can’t be serious! It's a hashira!” He laughed. You heard him speak again. “Besides, It will be fun to rip her to shreds!” Aizetsu clearly did not like the idea by the sound of his tone. “Urogi. It's too upsetting to see someone die like that..” You could feel his talons dig into your back. "you are really hinting that you don’t want to kill this one!”

 You were laying there, listening to this conversation between the two demons. Generally confused mostly, but also a little curious. Why was this demon trying to convince this BIRD BRAIN to not kill you? Odd.. “Let me handle her… It's upsetting that you're hurting her..” You felt Urogi groan and fly off. You got up faster than ever and raised your sword at Aizetsu, the blue clone. You were about to attack until he raised his hands in the air, dropping his spear. Like he is showing you that he surrenders. You heard from behind you. “Aizetsu. What the hell are you doing you coward!” He glared at the red clone. “All of you stay out of this.” He said to the other clones in a harsh tone, but still a bit sad. He started walking closer to you and you were starting to feel uneasy about the situation. 

Why would an UPPERRANK not want to kill a HASHIRA. You were looking at him and he kept stepping closer to you. You wanted to step back but there were other clones watching you, like the red one. You had your sword pointed to his neck and he stood there, close to you. But not attacking you, hands still in the air with his spear behind him. He slowly lowered his hands and offered his hand to you. “I promise I won't hurt you.. That would just be sad..” You didn’t take his hand but you nodded, letting him know that you understood. He had a very small smile on his face after you nodded. You found it a bit cute but quickly shook off that feeling for a freaking DEMON. 

“My name is Aizetsu… What is yours? Please tell me..” Was a demon REALLY asking you for your.. Name? “Why do you want to know my name? Aizetsu.” You heard giggling from behind you, clearly from the one they called ‘Urogi’. Aizetsu looked somewhat annoyed at him laughing. “Because you're different from the others..” Different? How could you be different? Yeah you're a hashira, but in what way were you different? You looked at him confused now and slowly lowered your blade, even though you're not really supposed to. “Different? In what way?” You asked him. He started to get a little more… Excited? It was hard to read him since he looked a bit sad and down all the time. 

“You are more… Cute…?” He sounded a bit confused when he said cute. But you immediately let all your guard down and went bright red. ‘A demon.. Calling me CUTE?!’ you internally panicked. Urogi was laughing so hard in the background. “Aizetsu has feelings… FOR A HASHIRA!” Aizetsu ignored him. Aizetsu, noticing you blushing, felt happy, “So will you tell me your name?” You nodded and spoke, “I-its (Name)...” He smiled a bit more this time. “Cute name for a cute girl.. It almost makes me cry on how cute it is..” You were blushing. HARD. He. Kept. Calling. You. CUTE. “D-Do you even know what cute means..” You said covering your face while dropping your sword. 

Tanjiro slowly made his way back to where you were and yelled your name. Snapping you out of your freak out. You picked up your sword again and Aizetsu grabbed your hand. “Hey hey hey! It's okay! Don’t leave.. That would make me sad..” Tanjiro was confused and fought one of the other clones. You looked at Aizetsu again, he looked cute… And then you started blushing again. He kept holding your hand and you were freaking out internally about it. He pulled you closer to him and knocked the sword out of your hand while you were stunned. “(Name)... Can I keep you?” He asked in a very happy yet sad tone. What. Did. He. Just. Say. “W-what?-” You asked confused, and also very flustered. “You heard me. Can I keep you? If you say no I'll have to kill you..” He said the last part sadly. “If you take him you’re gonna have to take all of us.” Urogi said. 

You sighed and gave in.

“Fine. You can keep me.”

#aizetsu #urogi #x reader #demon slayer #kny #demonslayer #demon slayer x reader #aizetsu x reader #sekido #karaku #hashira #y/n #Aizetsu x y/n #aizetsu x you

[gesukii]

Hantengu Clones walking in on you masturbating

TW: fingering,

This does take place in a modern setting, the readers gender is not specified

These mfs is so FINE AHGH

But the dub is HORRENDOUS 😭 especially Karaku but the more I listen to it the more I can convince myself that it sounds good

I mean I wouldn't say it's bad I just don't feel as if the dub voices suit them, like I did not picture them like that.

Anyway I hope you enjoy

Not beta read

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Karaku

He'd been on your mind all day. Karaku. That irritating prick. All day, all day he'd been teasing you. Bunking up against you, lingering wheneer he did. Sexual undertones to everything he did, while handing you a pin he'd accidently stroke your fingers. He ticked you off.

Not even because of what he did, that was part of it, but... What really pissed you off was the fact that he got you so riled up. Sometimes you wished he could just take you right there on the spot. Hmm. The thought made you wet

And all the more eger to get home

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You had just gotten home and it was finally time for you to let lose. Didn't even bother to lock the door. You quickly undressed as you got down onto the bed wasting no time. You got a pillow underneath yourself to straddle as you moved your hips, feeling all up and down your body. Playing with your nipples, caressing your chest grinding your hips on your pillow more and more to create a friction that made you wanna cum right there in the spot.

"uhh~ hmmm ngh ♡" pleasured noises slipped past your lips as your grinding more and more fast.

You couldn't help but feel something was missing though... Someone

"Karaku" you said. The mere thought of him, sent you into heat. He'd been on your mind all damn day. And now finally, finally you got to release yourself from what he put you through. You bounced up and down in the pillow. The pleasure becoming more intense. " -s to much Karaku! Karaku! Ahh!"

The way hed look at you, teasingly, and the way hed accidently bump against you sometimes, the suggestive gestures the look in his eye the tone of his voice his scent, everything.

"Karaku ~" you breathlessly said "Oo Karaku ~!" You moaned, as your hand snaked down your chest down to the pillow you were grinding on. You slid your hand up and down, only imagining what he would feel like underneath you.

The sounds he would make. The sounds he would make you make. The ways he'd touched you. Would he be fast or slow? Would he be a sensual lover? Would he degrade and defile you? Or would he praise and worship you?

"Haa~"

"My my Y/N I had no idea you were such a dirty one"

You heard Karaku behind you. You froze.

" you left some important papers at work today so I thought I'd bring em to ya. Aren't I so nice Y/N~ You should really gimme a kiss on the cheek, I've earned it don't you think?~" He said. Point to his cheek with puffy lips. You could hear the smirk in his voice.

His cocky attitude... During a moment like this...

He walked up to you, placing the papers near your side. Sitting down on your bed.

" Were you finger fucking yourself to the thought of me? Such a needy one aren't cha?" He put his hand under you. You jumped at the sudden warmth. He smirked " I'm here now down worry''

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Okay that's it 🧍🏼ill do the other parts and I'll link them.

#aizetsu #kny #demon slayer #demonslayer #karaku #demon slayer s3 #clones #fanfic #fanfiction #demon slayer smut #karaku smut #urogi #sekido #urogi x y/n #karaku x reader #x reader #sekido x reader

[the-wisteria-house]

You set my heart, Ablaze (Kyojuro X Tsuguko reader)

Requested by: Becauseus. You and your master had always enjoyed training together, but as time went on, it became harder and harder to keep you cool. He was just too kind and attractive! So you began to distance yourself from the man, much to his confusion, but he could never know about your feelings. So you enlist the help of the sound Hashira to train you, this ends up backfiring, or dose it?

Warnings: miscommunications between (y/n) and Kyojuro. Tengen is a bit of a flirt, but nothing inappropriate.

You and Rengoku had met during one of his earliest missions as Hashira. Slayers had been vanishing after investigating the disappearances of wealthy estate owners in a small village located in the northern part of his district. Ubuyashiki had asked Rengoku to join the most recent group of low ranks sent to investigate in the hope that the presence of a hashira could lure out the elusive demon that had been plaguing the town for weeks.

Unfortunately, by the time Kyojuro had arrived at the village, the entire group of slayers had been ruthlessly slaughtered and messly scattered about the scene. Kyojuro felt his stomach turn in disgust. It was clear the demon was committing monstrosities for sport.

As Kyojuro looked over the bodies, he noticed that something was off. They usually send scouting parties of five, and there were only four bodies, torn to shreds, but still 4 none the less. Had the demon dragged off one of the slayers and devoured them? No, it wouldn't make sense why the demon would leave the rest and only take one? Kyojuros' contemplation was broken as he realized he heard something faint, it sounded as if a struggle was occurring in the clearing ahead.

As Kyojuro weaved through the thick brush of the woods , the sound of growling and a sword breaking wind grew more and more prominent. He silently cursed himself for not hearing the clashing sooner.

As he ran into the clearing Kyojuro could see you were the only Slayer left standing, there were bones scattered about the landscape that he couldn't help but note looked suspiciously human... The scene would have had any lower rank demon slayer quivering in fear, itching to turn around and run with their tail between their legs; but to a seasoned slayer and now Hashira like him it wasn't the first time he'd witnessed such a catastrophe. It was only something that would make it harder to sleep some nights and aid in his drive to protect the innocent in hopes to prevent such a scene from occurring again.

The thing that did surprise Kyojuro was seeing a lower ranked slayer such as yourself putting up such a brazen fight despite the pain you must have been in from your wounds; Your skill was clear, but you were growing tired with each strike you received. He knew if he didn't interfere soon, you would surely perish as did the others before you. So without a moment's hesitation he leapt into action, catching the offending demon off guard.

With the distraction his sudden entranced caused you were able to find an opening to quickly decapitate the demon, and as you stood there looking at the demon who was responsible for taking the lives of your friends, and countless others you felt the adrenaline coursing through your veins begin to wear off, and a throbbing pain began to spread across your body like wildfire, and as your limbs grew heavy and you lost grip of your sword.

Kyojuro's eyes followed the weapon as it clattered to the ground, and it was as if the world stopped for a moment- the sword was turning from its original flat silver to a striking red.

"Your sword-" Kyojuro began before pausing, noticing the fatigue and grief in your eyes. He knew now wasn't the time for celebration.

"It doesn't matter, I failed in the end. I didn't save them." Kyojuro took a step forward without second thought, and protested your claim.

"I have to disagree. If you hadn't defeated the demon, more slayers along with civilians would have surely met their ends. The demon was misclassified from the start, and what occurred because of that was not your fault! You had no clue what you were up against until it was too late to turn back. I'm sure your fallen comrades would agree that you had not abandoned them by fighting on and surviving." There was no hint of deceit in his voice. You were taken aback by the conviction and confidence he heald.

You looked from the decentagrated demon up to the stary night sky. It had no right to look as calm and unbothered as it did - as if it hadn't also witnessed the grotesque scean before you.

"Then tell me why I feel so usless right now, so weak? Innocent people die because of these monsters!" Flashes of your friends standing around the fire as you sung out key ballets that told outlandish stories of brave warriors and monsters, roasting smores and suspicious looking meat over the bright flames, and your throat constricted as you spoke, "Tell me why I couldn't do more? I became a slayer to save those who couldn't save themselves...and I failed- I failed miserably, and there's nothing I can do....It's like as soon as I make some sort of progress, something is pushing me back. How can I get anywhere if I'm this weak? I'm pathetic, and a waste of a slayer!"

Kyojuro didn't speak at that moment. He only listened as you cried, and he tried to figure out what to do at that moment, "Be my Tsugo, let's cultivate your skills together. You might feel useless now, but I know otherwise. No slayer with zero potential would be standing before me, still alive and breathing. I've only known you for a short time, but I know with the burning fire you have within you, you can achieve great things, young Mizunoe."

His words made you pause and look away from the spot the demon had been, "You want to train me?"

"Yes!" The Hashira's eye contact was unwaveringly as he nodded firmly.

That was well over a year ago, and here you were, blade in hand, sweating your ass off, and cursing yourself for losing your concentration once again. This was the fourth time you barely evaded being hit by the bokken your sensei was passionately wielding with an unmovable smile, almost as if he was enjoying your suffering. Despite now being a kinoto and usually being able to keep up with your master, you had to be off your game today, which didn't seem to go unnoticed by your young master, "Let's take a break, and enjoy some of the delicious food Senjouro packed for us!"

You couldn't help but sigh before nodding in agreement. There was no doubt in your mind that you were only taking a break due to your poor performance. Embarrassment swelled with in you and your face began to heat up.

As you ate in silence and your cheeks had returned to normal you were praying to all the gods you could think off that he wouldn't bring up how poorly you had been evading his attacks, but it seems the gods didn't hear your ple, or maybe they had and just wanted to watch you suffer.

"(Y/N), pardon me if this isn't my place, but you aren't performing at the same caliber you normally do. Is there something on your mind?" Rengoku had stopped eating, and painted on his face was a serious expression. You couldn't help the way your head swung around at that question. The truth was there was, in fact, something on your mind, something he as your master could never know.

"(Y/N), are you alright? We don't have to talk about it if it makes you uncomfortable, but know I'm always here if you need me." His serious tone drew you out of your thoughts, and you blush as you realize you had been gawking at his undeniably handsome features, framed by his equally beautiful and fiery locks.

"Don't worry Master, I'm alright." You lied with a small smile, hoping he wouldn't bat an eye at your bluff. The truth was you weren't alright. You were falling for your Master, and while the age difference wasn't all that extreme, only three years, the idea of a master and Tsuguko being involved with one another was unheard of, if not Taboo. You knew you had to get over this silly crush for both your and Rengokus sake.

So you begain to distance yourself from your master, much to his confusion.

First, you started by cutting lessons short, giving a different excuse each time as to why you had to leave.

"I forgot to give my cat food this morning, so I should really head back now."

"But (y/n), you're allergic to....." He stops as he realizes you had already walked away. His heart grew heavy at the lie you told. He began to wonder how best to approach the situation. You weren't usually one to slack off, so he knew something was wrong.

"(Y/n), if there is something bothering you, I'm willing to listen." Kyojuro said, looking up from his food to you, watching how you froze at the question.

"There's nothing wrong at all." You quickly respond before stuffing your face with more food, wanting to avoid further discussion. Kyojuro let's out a defeated sigh before looking back at his food, suddenly not feeling hungry despite the grumbling of his stomach. He decided he'd bring it up again later.

After trying to talk to you about what was bothering you and failing multiple times he finally decided enough was enough when you failed to show up to practice one day.

He was normally a patient man, but his anxiety filled thoughts were starting to get the best of him. Had he done something wrong? Had he overstepped your boundaries by asking you if you were alright? He only did that because he cared. Why won't you just tell him what he did wrong so he can fix it? He intended to find you and ask you outright, having grown impatient at the thought of waiting for you to reject him as your master... and friend.

"So (y/n), you decided to take me up on my offer?" You glared at Tengen, who's ego had seemed to double as you led him behind your house. You honestly were beginning to regret asking him to train you for the time being.

"Say, isn't Rengoku the one who usually trains you? Why aren't you training with him? I mean not that I'm complaining that I get to spend the afternoon with a beautiful girl such as yourself." You resisted the urge to rule your eyes as you fought off a blush at the mans flirting; more out of embarrassment than anything else.

"If I knew you were going to talk the whole time and not train me, I would have asked Mitsuri instead." You grumbled before getting in position to spar with the man.

"You wound me (Y/n), but you're right. We didn't come here to talk. We can do that after, hopefully over some sake and dinner." The man winked at you and then got into a ready position as well.

Fighting Tengen was interestingto say the least. While it was good in the sense that it was far easier to keep a level head and not turn into a blushing fumbling mess every time you made any sort of contact, compared to with Rengoku who you couldn't help but make a fool of yourself in front of.

You knew that Tengen was a flirt, so you paid little attention to his flatery remarks, mind focusing solely on training and pushing your fiery locked master to the back of your mind.

"So (Y/n), how would you feel about becoming my fourth wife?" Tengen suddenly asks mid fight, completely catching you off guard, giving him the perfect opening to attack and subdue you.

"Damnit, Uzui! Let me go, that was so uncalled for! Who asks questions like that in a spar?" You try to wiggle out of the Hashiras firm grasp, failing miserably. In your struggle, you hadn't noticed the presence that had joined you in the court yard.

As Rengoku watched you spar against his friend and fellow pillar, he could help the frown that crept onto his face.

So this is why you had stopped training with him? He felt his heart grow heavy at how you'd found a new master and didn't think to even tell him why. In that moment, he also felt something else that he couldn't quite pinpoint boil with in him as he saw Tengen say something that flusterd you. Kyojuro's fist trembled in rage. Who did Tengen think he was? He already had three wives, and he still felt the need to take the one woman Kyojuro had ever loved. Kyojuro's eyes widened at this realization. He loved you... he let out a heavy sigh, shoulders slightly dropping in defeat, "What am I doing? She's happy and he's my best friend, I can't be selfish...Who am i to get in the way?"

Kyojuro turned around and walked down the path he'd taken to your pausing and looking back the way he came. Maybe he should talk to Uzui?

"Well (y/n), I think it's time we part ways. I understand what Rengoku sees in you. I'm sure you'll make a flashy Hashira when the time comes. Oh, and if you don't end up with Rengoku, my offer still stands." The Hashira winks while getting ready to head out.

"What do you mean 'get with Rengoku' i never - when did i ever -" you stammered once again, caught off guard by the flashy Hashira who was already walking away, paying your question no mind. 'What the hell???'

As Tengen made his way down the scenic path, he couldn't help the laughter that escaped him once he saw Rengoku in the center of the path with his arms crossed in front of his chest, clearly waiting on him.

"Ah, Rengoku! I thought I heard you enter the garden! It's good to see my you! You should have joined (L/n) and I during training! You've trained her well, I think she could fairly well be a pillar in the near future." Tengen stopped in front of his fellow Hashiras as he spoke. Acting oblivious to the clear distain in the other mans gaze.

"It looked like you had the situation handled." The unusually short response from Rengoku caused Tengen to quirk a brow before an even bigger grin broke across his face, "Rengoku.... are you jealous?"

Rengoku only ignored the question, deciding to respond with one of his own, "What are your intentions with (Y/n)?"

"You are jealous! I was only helping her train. I won't lie and say she doesn't interest me slightly. She's an incredible woman,but i don't believe her interest lies with me." Tengen couldn't help but be amused by his friends perplexed look.

"I- what are you trying to say, Uzui?" Rengoku asks after a moment of hesitation, not understanding where this was going.

"What I'm saying is you should talk to her." Tengen pats his firey allies' shoulder, before brushing past him and continueing his way down the dirt trail.

Kyojuro didn't say anything as he watched his friend continue down the trail, feeling more confused than he had before their chat.

After weighing the pros and cons of following the sound Hashiras advice, he began to make his way towards your home, ignoring the erratic thumbing in his chest. Tengen was a lot of things, but Kyojuro knew he would never purposely mislead him.

As he approached your garden, he decided it was best to stop and try to figure out what he was going to say before approaching you, but his plan was soon foiled as you rounded the corner and barreled right into his chest. Why was nothing going right today? (Mwaahaha because i like making you suffer)

"I-uh,Rengoku! What can i do for you?" You stamer before you lept back, almost as if you were scalded by boiling water.

"You missed training." His voice was void of humor. It honstly seemed almost mornful.

"I did..." You knew there was no way of lying your way out of this, and honestly, you were tired of lying to your master and friend, so you told the truth.

"You were training with Uzui, do you want him to be your new master, or is there....more going on there?" You'd never seen your master so unsure of himself, but here he was voice wavering.

"It's more complicated than that, Kyojuro...I don't have a choice." Neither of you noticed your little slip up in the midst of you heightened emotions. "It shouldn't be, there's no inbetween (Y/n). You deserve someone who will love you unapologetically and wholeheartedly." Kyojuros' hand, which had somehow found its way onto your arm, lightly tightened to convey his sincerity. You then realized in that moment you both were talking about two very different things.

"Wait-wait- no, no, you misunderstand! There's absolutely nothing going on between me and Mr.Uzui." While Tengen was a good friend, you couldn't help but grimace at the thought of being his wife and having to spend the rest of your life with the flirty egotistical man bothering you constantly. He may have been pretty, but not that pretty.

Shaking yourself from your thoughts, you couldn't help but note the look of relief on Rengoku's face. "That's a relief. I thought I was going to have to watch you marry Tengen." Your brows furrowed in confusion, "Would that have been a bad thing if i didn't?"

Rengokus hand slid down your arm before finally landing on your callused but soft hand, "I suppose there's no use in hiding from you... It would have been horrible if you and Tengen had gotten together because I would have to watch him live out the life with you that I could only dream of having."

"Rengoku, are you saying you -" The anamored look in the Hasias eyes stopped you in your tracks, and a grin breaks across your face, and you knew you already had your answer.

"Yes, I love you (Y/N), I want to be yours if you'll take me." His large hand seemed to engulf yours as he brought it to rest over his rapidly beating heart.

"I've felt the same for a long time, but Kyojuro I'm your Tsuguko, what will people say when they see that we're more than master and student? I don't want to sully your good name." You try to pull your hand away from the man, only for his grip to only tighten, keeping your hand firmly in place above his passionately beating heart.

"I don't care about what anyone might say about us. We know the truth! Spending a life without you by my side seems far crueler than any dirty look I may receive from a faceless stranger." He firmly refuted with unwavering confidence. In that moment, you felt your resolve begin to start to chip away, and the unwavering passion in his eyes did little to help.

"Okay, if you're willing to be with me despite the challenges that may come our way, I'd be honored to be yours." You tried to steady your rapidly beating heart as you both grew closer together, cheast brushing against each other as your breaths mingled.

"You don't know how happy that makes me dear." Kyojuro finally closed the space in between you, and as your lips caressed his. You couldn't help but feel at ease for the first time in months. Kyojuro was yours and you his, and while you knew there would be consiquentense for being together you couldn't bring yourself to care, in that moment it was only the both of you basking in eachothers presence, as it should have been.

And as you separated and looked into his vibrant orbs, you found yourself saying with a battered breath, "Kyojuro, every time I see you, you set my heart ablaze."

He only smiled and pulled you closer to him and kissed your forehead, "I don't think I could describe the passion I feel with you any better myself."

I hope you all enjoyed it! I'm sorry it took me so long to get this out, I had it completed, but I couldn't find the time to edit it as my phone broke, and I didn't have access to a computer, but now we're back on track!

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[angelic-dew]

You've bren writing for kny lately, can I get some giyu smut w/ a fem! Reader by chance? I barely see smut on your page.. so...

Pretty please? 🥹🥲

˚₊‧꒰ soft touches.☆ ꒱ ‧₊˚ . !

✧༉‧₊˚୨ 🌊 ୧・author's note; Honestly, I don't post smut unless requested because well- I'm shy about it; I was originally busy doing the 200+ special but I can squeeze this in. ask and you shall receive basically.

✧༉‧₊˚୨ 🪐 ୧・pairing; Giyu Tomioka x AFAB Reader! (she/her pronouns)

✧༉‧₊˚୨ 🫧 ୧・word count + summary; 2121 words. + after a long mission, you help your beloved relax for he is tensed, however, he decides to put you first, as usual, because your needs come before his.

✧༉‧₊˚୨ ✖ ୧・trigger warnings; smut, suggestive words, first time sex, teasing, and grammatical errors. if you are sensitive towards these topics, please dni. Btw this is 18+ content, please don't interact minors. proofread

It was by common knowledge that you and Tomioka have been together for some time already. Things weren't moving too slow nor too fast which was a steady and suitable pace for the both of you. Truly, you didn't want to rush Giyu for you knew he was a very distant and busy person in general; not to mention the fact that he wasn't even used to this type of treatment from the early stages of his life. But it is true, you loved him with all of your being.

He was sent on a mission for a few days. As much as it hurt you deeply to watch the love of your life leave you and possibly not return was heart-wrenching, however, Tomioka was a fighter, he was stronger than most, you knew he would return safe and sound. You didn't cry, you were the polar opposite. Instead of having the icy hands of fear consuming your every move, you chose to look at it in a positive aspect of it. (Name) knew her partner more than she knew herself, after all, he was hers and she was his, she loved him and she swore it to be true. 

Days upon days she awaited his arrival, waiting ever so patiently and rather enthusiastically for her partner's return. Waves of pure excitement flooded her innocent mind as she waited and pined for him to come back to her once more. His breath-taking face was solely engrained in her mind for it was him all she thought about during this time. Elation was practically flowing through her veins as she waited like a good little puppy dog for it's owner; how sweet was she? 

♡

Then the day came, he returned back to his beloved (Name).

"Giyu! Giyu!" exclaimed a teary-eyed (Name) as she darted across their shared estate to hug her beloved who looked like he hadn't attained at least one single scratch. Capturing him within her warm, tight and of course comforting embrace, Tomioka relaxed his once tense shoulders and a soft sigh of relief escaped from underneath his pale lips. With little to no expression plastered along his face, he hugged his beautiful beloved (Name) back tightly, almost too tight.

Nuzzling his face into (Name's) shoulder a bit, he kept it there and snuggled up to her a tad bit further than before, cherishing this short moment sincerely. "I missed you, dear," Tomioka uttered as he wished he could stay in your loving embrace for all eternity. It made him develop a sense of comfort.

Peace. Love. For him to finally be at ease.

You watched how Giyu was clearly stressed from his duties, it was evident just by his expressions alone and by his touch; he was stiff and tense. A sudden idea popped into your mind which was straying away from all innocence at this point in time.

Soft glistens of mischief were seen captured within your eyes as you brought one of your hands closer to his face, cupping his soft cheek gently before leaning in to whisper, "Mmm- Darling, you know, I could help you relax, I can tell you're pretty tense. Would having some 'fun' change that?" you coaxed teasingly into his ear, playfulness lacing your voice as you nibbled on his earlobe slightly. You were taking a risk, you surely didn't know if he wasn't ready or not, but you took a shot at it.

His azure-blue eyes widened just at how bold your words were and was taken aback by it all. After all, you two haven't done anything since getting together, but there's a first time for everything. An uneasy silence loomed through the air aimlessly before he spoke up quietly, "I could use a snack about now," as if he completely ignored your words.

Confused and a bit embarrassed, you questioned him, "What do you mean? Like some Mochi?" in an attempt to cover up all trace of your shame. Amused, he replied back to your comment, "No, how about I show you what I mean, darling." He removed his face from the crook of your neck and got himself out of your embrace. You raised an eyebrow, curious about what he is implying but before you even think, he has picked you up bridal style, being very careful with you. As if you were a piece of fragile glass or porcelain.

He carried you to your shared bedroom in the estate, plopping your body carefully onto the once-lonely bed after closing the door behind you two, with a simple swift nudge of it. He licks his lips a bit; leaning down close to your ear, he speaks softly almost like a whisper, "You said let's have some 'fun', I'll show you my definition of 'fun'." At this point in time, a cherry-red blush has now crept itself onto your cheeks, tinting them with the rosy colour just from his words meeting your ears. Causing you to melt inside almost instantly.

Gradually, he leaned down and placed his soft, tender touch on to your waistline, running his fingertips playfully around the delicate fabric of the bow of your yukata ever so gently, before untying the fabric. Allowing him to peel away the other parts of fabric hiding your wonderful figure. Now, Tomioka was certainly not expecting this, his eyes widened and his own red blush tinted his face deeply, the colour was very much visible. As he trailed his eyes along your dazzling physique.

Soaking up every inch of your body with just a few looks. However, he did wish for those pesky undergarments of yours to not be in the way of this. They simply had no use for what he had planned.

"Now, let me get my snack," he spoke up coldly, hints of playfulness still looming through his words. He took his hands and slowly stripped away your underwear, letting it rest neatly on the floor beneath you both. Now, your bare cunt was exposed for him to see, and it was his sight alone. How exciting was that for him? Carefully, he leaned down and took off his haori, letting it fall to the floor to accompany your items of clothing.

Giyu placed a firm hand on your inner thighs, stroking them ever so slowly, light yet lingering touches remaining there as he leaned in. Glancing up towards your angelic face; his gaze softens as he looks at you for confirmation. You nod, you wanted this, after all, you needed to feel him. Know what it's like to be one with him. To please him. To know how it feels to have your first time with the love of your life.

He nods his head back in response to you, his baby blues skimming long your red cheeks, a slight grin cracking on his face as he does so. Shifting his attention back down, he takes in the sight of your raw pussy wholly. Knowing that it is for sure his. He couldn't be happier. As his face eventually met your entrance, oh boy, he was on cloud nine.

Taking his middle and index finger, and slowly rubbed your clit teasingly, watching as your slimy, runny pre-cum gathered and clustered on his fingers as he does so, practically making you wet and tremble from under his very touch. Licking his fingers proudly of every singular ounce of your rich, sweet, gooey pre-cum, he looked down at your lewd face and exposed body. "Now that's a tasty snack, I would like more though," he said, how greedy to say the least.

Without uttering another word, he placed his hands gently on your plush thighs and held your legs up slowly yet tenderly, taking his time to gaze upon your beautiful figure sprawled out messily beneath him, he leaned down. Tomioka licked his lips once more, saliva thinly covering his lips. In doing that, he brought you to heaven on earth. His moist, hungry tongue worked magic and created miracles as it worked every individual spot in your tight, narrow entrance. Even managing to force itself within the slimy walls of your cunt at times. You being a completely drenched, gooey mess made it easier for him to slip in and toy with.

Sucking a bit and trailing his tongue along your sensitive area repeatedly. Rapidly. Eagerly. There was just too much overwhelmingly sweet goodness stored within you; how could he resist? His tongue was ecstatic with your flavor, it was nearly sickening that you could taste so delightful - better than any fruit, beverage, or candy. A one-of-a-kind taste he had all to himself.

He cherished this flavor and this wasn't even the best part, his mind was absolutely racing with the thought of you releasing your warm juices in his mouth. He only imagined how that by itself could taste. It was as if he could imagine it dancing happily on his tastebuds; with a refreshing flavor that he could never grow weary of. 

Giyu's mind was completely far from innocence now but he couldn't help it. His tongue began growing more impatient by the passing moment; his slimy friend briskly moved along your flaps and overlapped them. Sweet, soft cries of pleasure and pleased, quiet hums emanated from underneath your filthy lips, heavy, sharp breaths soon to follow after.

That's what he wanted, those adorable sounds to come from you. He craved hearing those sounds like an utter animal, however, he wasn't yet done with you. As he knows, self-control and patience are key, and why not have some fun while doing it? 

Tomioka gradually removed his face from your gooey hole, even if it hurt him to get away from that flavor for only a moment. He looked at your naked body in awe while a small smile unnoticeably crept along his face. "This is such a sweet treat, never knew it was cherry-flavored," he said under his breath.

You were confused, 'Cherry?' you thought yet you remained quiet. That same blush never dying on your face, that explained it.

He gripped your thighs further, only earning a whine from you as he nudged his face back in, this time going for your thighs. Starting with which was once small kitten licks turned into ravenous sucking and nibbling of your plush flesh. You weren't complaining, it felt absolutely amazing, as he nibbled and took in the inviting taste of you. He nearly got more occupied with his current task.

At least, he decorated your legs nicely with various dark hickeys and love bites. Several small bruises make their appearance on your figure as well.

He grinned broadly, satisfied with his work before getting back to work with your gooey hole. His greedy little tongue had its way with your folds, lapping and rubbing itself within every crevice it could muster. Wanting for your taste so, so badly. You just had to give it to him. So why not help? You took your left hand and applied pressure to the top of his raven black locks, allowing for his tongue to go deeper within your pussy from this bold action.

He liked this.

He continued with what he was doing, his slimy tongue buried deep within your warm insides was like heaven. As you gripped the delicate sheets beneath both of you, you bucked your hips upwards. The fabric you were holding onto helped you do so as you repeated this process - your hand still firmly gripping his hair. Letting him truly have a good taste of what you really are.

The lewd yet melodic, pleasureful moans and cries flowed into Giyu's ears. Sounds of satisfaction and contentment. And he caused all of this. He alone made you this moaning mess that couldn've barely contained yourself. Truly, he was proud.

For what felt like very few minutes, it was an utter pleasure. Time truly goes by when you're caught up in such fun. You finally came within him, and the substance was even better than he imagined. It flowed along his tongue ever so nicely as he had himself a field day drinking away every single drop until there was nothing left but his saliva thinly coating your entire clit.

As he was busy with that you were attempting to catch your breath. Getting even the slightest bit of air within you was crucial. You can't help but not recall what just happened. You took away your hand from his head and loosened your grip on the sheets as he licked away the last drop and looked proudly at his work.

That was the end, right? But did you know he was suppressing his needs all this time? Maybe you two should switch roles.

© angelic-dew, please don't translate or reclaim without permission. <3

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[lovecite]

Your Choice

Kyojuro Rengoku x y/n (fem reader)

It was the choice for any slayer if they wanted keep their blood line going. They dedicated their life to the cause of demon slaying and thus never had chances to settle and marry. Ever focusing on training and serving for the greater good.

But the more families sent their beloved son's to risk their lives the more they realized that their could be a possibility to the end of family lines. An out cry from the families of slain slayers almost made an end to new recruits. Why send our sons to death? You are not only killing them but you are killing our family!

So upon the idea of many of the higher ups it came down to this. Have the slayers and their family come up with a choice of an arranged marriage.

------This is an idea I thought about for demon slayer. Since it's set in a time of where most families required sons to continue their family bloodline by having children. And of course Zenitsu in the episode when he was trying to marry someone because he was going to "die" lol . So, written kinda choppy and fast so please excuse that! --This one was written by me--

theme song that helped my creative juices flow :

*****Princess Jellyfish - Opening - Just Between Us-******

Other songs that helped me get with it~~

Nonsense- Sabrina Carpenter

One & Only- Oliver Tree

Super Shy- NewJeans

Seven- Jung Kook

Your choice

*****🔥*****

You were sold by your family. They were promised if no slayer claimed you they would still be paid monthly. If a slayer claimed you ,she would be welcomed into the family of what ever slayer and your family again would be taken care of. It was a win win but you were the only loser here. And here your story starts of when you meet Kyojuro Rengoku

"I understand that my father has chosen a wife for me, ma'am. " A voice so loud declared . His very voice shook your core . How could someone be so loud? You were seated behind a white cream colored screen seated like a proper women would. Your head was bowed with a white veil draped over your head hiding your features.

You were dressed in the finest kimono's known to your family. A beautiful green emerald with a hint of yellow flowers. Your gaze focused on the grooves of the mat below you trying to focus your breathing because the drumming from your heart drowned out your hearing. This was it. You were going to finally be married and make your family finally proud.. But of course what that was your only choice.

"Y-yes your father and mother actually meet this way as well. One of the most beautiful of stories. It no wonder why your father fell so hard when she pass-" " Ah I see then most of beautiful women have been chosen for this." The boisterous voice interrupted the older women with a hint of an undertone of being bothered it seemed . Your heart felt uncomfortable in your own chest as you waited for this conversation to end. Every time you heard him it grew tighter and tighter.

You had been rejected once before by a Hashira. You could still remember his face being so pale and those blue eyes being so empty. He had wondered in wanting to be married. As soon as he had seen you he walked away with out another word a red blush faint on his cheeks as he walked ever so fast straight out.

Now it seemed all the other women called you a curse. Some making snarky comments to the head mistress of this compound. "She should be taken out back and sold." " I can't believe a pillar rejected her."

The word of a hashira rejecting her spread like wild fire to the other women. And so you heard the slayers had been told the rumors as well. Why? A man with white hair came to you as well. A scar from ear and over his nose. His eyes is what you remembered the most. So wide open as he searched your gaze. Stating he wanted to see why a stoic man would run off from such a beautiful women. He wanted some gossip to throw in the other man’s face but you had none to give. Which of course made the white haired man angry that he had traveled here and was leaving with no juicy gossip.

But it seemed not all had heeded the warning. Because here you sat on the other side of the white cream paper thin wall. Your to be husband on the other side. You dare not look up for fear of more bad luck.

"oh lord Rengoku just as your father!" the older women cackled at a joke the man had stated. Of course this was nothing new. This type of arrangement. It started when their were low numbers of demon slayers. Most wanting to be sure their blood line was not stopped due to being called for this noble deed. “I am honored my father has chosen me for this task. I must state that I do have a mission to go tomorrow. Will this take long?” He asked. A giggled escaped the women’s mouth. “Lord Rengoku , as you know upon signing the agreement you must stay 1 week with your wife. To be sure a heir is produced.” The older women countered. The man hummed . “My apologizes of course.” He responded. “And we have mapped out the girls cycle to be sure th-”

Your face felt hot within seconds at the women’s response. Of course they had to go into every detail but that did not mean you could not be embarrassed that your monthly’s details would be shared to your husband.

“Oh I understand of course what you are saying. It must be this week.” He stated his tone dialing down slightly in a whisper .

You carefully brought your head up slowly. You did not want to ring a single bell that was attached to the veil. Was it wrong for a women to know what her to be husband to look like? Through the veil you could see past the thin fabric and to the creamy white paper thin wall. A single candle on the other side lite and brought a shadow from the the two figures on the other side of this thin papered wall. The outline of the women who took care of us women looked like a big blob while a much thinner one sat in front of them.

You couldn't help but take in the shadows edges. His hair on top of his head seemed like the designs of a child's drawing of the sun. And he sat so proper up straight like a pin needle. Then the shadows moved. You quickly looked back down to the grooves of the mat below your legs. "I feel as if my heart will pounce out of my chest." blurted your so to be husband. The older women laughed before she pulled the sliding door to the side. Finally.

Would he too run off and leave you here?

You dare not bring your eyes upward until the older women ordered you too. So You sat there eyes focused on the floor. "oh yes. One of the most beautiful women we have here sir. A great pick from you father." the women claimed. You felt a tight grasp on your shoulder as you were pulled upwards from the floor. Your legs felt as If you had stepped on millions of needles due to the length of time you were seated. You let out a gasp as you were forced upward. Nearly falling back down a much more gentler grasp around your waist caught you.

"Do be careful how you step." He whispered . You hadn’t thought he was that close to you but when he spoke you could feel the warmth of his breathe on your cheek. You wanted to see him! Your eyes were covered by the damn veil and you struggled to take off the thin scrap of fabric. You could also feel him trying to swiftly take off the veil as well but the fabrics many layers made it hard.

“My faceless wife what a way to meet you.” He joked. "Oh here . Let me help!” the older women countered. The tug made your head go back awkwardly as she yanked it. You closed your eyes quickly as the fabric glided along your face.

“Father choose well. I approve !” Kyojuro remarked as if he were simply talking about a fabric item.

You stayed still in his grasp around your waist. He pulled you close to his chest your hands resting lightly over him. You could feel his every breathe below your palm. And his heart beating so fast. “I am happy once again we have made a great pairing within the Rengoku family!” The older women claimed as she clasped her hands together.

"I will write my father and give great thanks!” he stated as his firm hand around your waist tighten slightly. Your gaze hyper focused on his nice shaved chin. Your eyes shifted to his shoulders and could make out peaks of yellow blonde and red hair. "Please bring your gaze up to mine so that I may finally greet you." His tone soften when addressing you. He gripped your chin carefully with his thumb and pointer finger. He adjusted your head moving your head slightly back. Your gaze slowly taking in his face starting from his chin and then soon upwards.

You felt your breathing had stopped. His striking orange gaze piercing right through you. His bushy brows so pointed. His hair like the sun. His eyes closed as his head tilted slightly to the right and a smile appeared slowly across his face. "I am Kyojuro of the Rengoku family. My father has chosen well." He added to to his greeting. His eyes slowly opened very wide as they flickered like flames to take in your face. "Your kimono is very beautiful. If that is your favorite color I will buy more for you." He mumbled as his gaze fell down to your outfit. You still could not respond to him.

His expressions never wavering as he spoke. His eyes never breaking eye contact with you. " Do not fear me." He instructed as he allowed for you to catch your footing. His arm slipping back from around your waist and to his side. "This ceremony is very fast. Whatever you feel we should not do tell me." of course. If the slayer had accepted the girl it was as if the wedding had happened and they of course had to consummate the marriage. Thus falling into trying to have the child for the continued blood line this .

You however were told that you did not have a choice. So of course you took a step forward placing your hands over his chest. Never breaking out eye contact you slowly went on your tip toes and placed your lips over his. The flame Hashira seemed to pause. His eye brows almost hiding up into his hair line. His heart under your palms beating faster. You sat yourself back on your heels. "Your name?" he asked softly. "I am...."

Should I do another one 😍😍 or should I continue this story 🙃

#kyojuro x y/n #kyojuro rengoku x reader #rengoku kyojuro #kny kyojuro #demon slayer #demonslayer #love #hashira #rengoku kyōjurō #kny rengoku #rengoku x reader #Youtube

[electricsalts]

A SMOL BEAN

Gyutaro and his son! Ain't he cute!

He may look like an angel but hes a lil bulldozer that is obsessed with bluey (so is gyutaro after watching 1 episode he was hooked)

Kinda basing him off my own son at that age 🥺

The other nursery parents are shocked when they see gyutaro pick him up for the first time, low-key taken back that this demon could have such a cute kid, especially since they have the same stare, but his son has a more loving approach in his stares then gyutaro.

But his son loves nursery, loves his friends and teachers so much 💗

Anyways! Hope y'all enjoy yours and gyutaros son ❤️

#demon slayer #kny #gyutaro #kimetsu no yaiba #fanart #art #demonslayer #gyutaro shabana #gyutaro x oc #daki #gyutaro x y/n #gyutaro fanart #So cutteee #gyutaro son #modern day ua #kimetsu academy

[ever-4sunlight]

Blood red moon ||Uppermoons x modern gender neutral reader

Prologue

after a long day at school you go home happy instead of doing your homework you want to change and then sleep tomorrow is the weekend so you don't have to do anything great you run up the stairs to your room it's not tidy as usual but that doesn't matter

you too tired right now, you drop onto your bed and watch a bit more demonslayer on your mobile "oh how nice that would be if it's real"

you say to yourself a few hours have passed and you finally go to sleep you slept really well when you wake up you get it directly Headache cause the sunlight is right in your face

,,fuck that shit’���

while you keep getting upset you hear something downstairs

,,i guess my roommate is back let's see how drunk they are today’‘ you go out of your room and scoot over the banister but instead of seeing your roommate you see a stranger trying like an idiot to block the sun's rays

you reach for the baseball bat that's always by your door ,,who are you and why are you wearing a douma cosplay‘‘

the stranger turns to you his rainbow-colored eyes stare into yours

,,tell me what is a pretty human like you doing alone here‘‘ the stranger asks

is he speaking Japanese?! uff he takes his role really too serious’‘ you mumble

,,but maybe it’s just a friend you want to make a little joke to scare me’‘ you take the bat on yours shoulder where you look really cool with your shirt and pants

you go down the stairs with the bat on your shoulder and are now standing right in front of the stranger ,,get out of here‘‘

you swing the bat but you didn't hit anything there was nothing in front of you

You notice something cold on your ladle behind you as you carefully look down a bit to see what it is

a golden fan aimed at your puls vein ,,you look really delicious you know"

ok, now it's really getting serious he's exaggerating

,,let go of the human douma’‘ another person comes into the hallway he has pink hair light gray skin and conspicuous blue paint on his skin

 while the two are arguing you loosen yourself from the grip of the person with the fans

'i'm hallucinating but there's something the fuck going on here' you mumble to yourself

you go confused into the kitchen to make yourself some tea you get a cup from the bar turn on the kettle and wait until the water is ready during which you wonder if you took any drug yesterday or drank alcohol but you were sure that you were sober

the water was ready and you prepare yourself a tea you take the hot cup and walk past the arguing men to sit down on the sofa 

as you sit down you remind yourself that today is lunar eclipse you take a sip of your tea and look at your cell phone while the argument is still going on in the background

,,are they ignoring us?’‘ Akaza asked

,,just get the hell out of my house damn it’‘ you said not really friendly

,,what did she say‘‘ Akaza asked

,,oh akaza you don't speak english if you want i'll translate for you‘‘

,,She says we should make ourselves at home and that she's ok that we're here‘‘Douma said

,,we should report to the master that someone lives here‘‘ Akaza said

,,your completely right now go on’‘

douma answered with a big smile

,,what I’m not gonna do it I just said we maybe should report It‘‘ Akaza said worried

,,ok I’m gonna do it see you soon‘‘ douma went away and akaza and you are alone now you still sip your tea with a smile and stare at your phone

,,should i start a conversation I mean it’s stupid just standing there and doing nothing but she doesn’t talk Japanese‘‘ Akaza mumbled to himself

,,Akaza where is Douma and why is there a human‘‘ 

#kny x reader #demonslayer x reader #Demonslayer #Kny #Douma #Doma #Doma x reader #Douma x reader #Akaza x reader #kokushibou x reader #kokushibo x reader #Y/n #gender neutral reader #Anime #Akaza #Kokushibou #Kokushibo

[livelaughlovekny]

Taking care of Muichirou when he is sick

Summary: Muichirou caught a cold after not listening to you and you had to take care of him (+Bonus)

  His form and movements were precise and perfect as always. To anyone else, nothing about his seemingly stoic appearance seemed off. You knew though. You weren’t anyone else; you were the “stubborn Tsukugo who enjoys being tormented”. His lips had paled ever so slightly. His eyes weren’t their usual mint green. His skin was less glossy. This has been going on for more than a week and you saw that signs were starting to get worse. Muichirou was sick.

  After your usual training session, you observed him silently. Muichirou continued on with his habit of wiping his sword, sheathing it before proceeding to his own physical training. You contemplated telling him your “findings” and suggesting he visit the Butterfly Estate. Were you overreacting though? Perhaps he was just affected by the heat and not his health. Well, it wouldn’t hurt too much if you asked him just in case right? You stared at him, a minute had barely passed, he was already completing 146 push-ups and continuing without any obvious signs of discomfort or pain. “Hey, are you, like, sick or unwell?”

  Not pausing his training, he replied, “No.” Ah, well, if he said so. You still didn’t quite believe him since this was the same person who was said to have nearly trained himself to death but decided not to push it any further.

  After completing your break, you started on your own workouts too. 2147 sit-ups later, you heard the sound of thunder cracking and saw lightning flash. Picking up your pace, you tried to at least reach 2200 sit-ups before seeking shelter in the Mist Estate. Moments later, rain poured down. Groaning, you hurriedly got up and rushed into the estate. Your training had been disturbed but at least you could continue in the estate.

  Finding a suitable spot, you were about to continue when you notice Muichirou still outside practising his stances and swinging his sword repeatedly. A thunderstorm is currently taking place and yet he still continues training outside. “You’ll get sick. Come in and find another way to train.” You were ignored.

  The day continued on as usual. You continued with your usual workout in the estate while Muichirou continued with his training outside the estate and under the rain. You went to bed and so did he. You woke up the next day fine. He didn’t.

  You knew immediately because your room was facing his. Upon opening your bedroom door, you noticed two very wrong things. One, his bedroom door was closed. Muichirou always wakes up before you and only closes his door when he’s inside. Two, you heard loud coughing coming from his room. You knocked twice on his door before sliding it open, not waiting for any response.

  Muichirou was lying on his mattress, curled up in a foetal position and coughing heavily. God, why don’t people listen to you when you bring up good points? Makes you wonder who the stubborn ones really are. Pushing his fringe away, you lay the back of your hand against his forehead. He was burning. “Stop touching me, I can handle myself.” Muichirou pushed your hand away. You snorted.

  “Don’t bother, hold on, I’ll be back soon.” Despite his previous protest, he made no effort to stop you from whatever you were going to do. Leaving his room, you mutter to yourself about how you had no idea how to care for sick people, much less stubborn and idiotic ones. Drenching a towel in a bowl of cold water, you brought the bowl to his room. Setting the bowl down, you sat down and squeezed the towel before folding it neatly and placing it on Muichirou's forehead. “What are you doing?” Swatting his hand that was reaching for the towel away, you glared at him. “Stop it, you’re clearly sick and dying. Don’t you dare refuse my efforts to care for you.”

  “I’m not dying.” You replied instantly, “To be fair, everyone is dying.” Silence. Triumphantly, you smiled. You knew he would say that and prepared a response beforehand. “Now, lie still and quietly while I write a letter to the Butterfly Estate for advice on how to care for sick, stubborn dummies.”  No response, you’ll take that as a win too. Laughing internally, you left his room and went to yours.

  A few minutes later, your crow was flying off to the Butterfly Estate. Returning to Muichirou’s room, you note that he was lying still and silently. Muichirou stared at the ceiling with a blank expression. Unsure what else you were supposed to do, you leaned forward and looked down at him. His eyes refocus on your face. You grin. “I’ve sent a letter, I’ll be training in my room. If you need me, just call for me. I’ll check up on you and adjust the towel every once in a while.” Pausing, you remembered that the both of you had yet to eat. “Oops, I forgot about breakfast. Hold on, let me see what I can do.” 

  “I’m not hungry.” So insistent on ruining his health. “Nonsense, your body is fighting for its life, it needs food and that’s final.” Sticking your tongue out at him, you walk to the kitchen. Hands on each side of your waist, you looked at the food supply. “Wonderful, I have no idea what to make that wouldn’t make him sicker.” For the briefest of brief moments, you think about just knocking Muichirou out.

  No, you don’t trust yourself enough to not accidentally somehow kill him by hitting the wrong spot. And if you did somehow manage to not kill or induce a coma, you knew he would immediately cut your head off. You liked where your head is and would like it to remain that way. If only he listened to you! None of this would have happened and you wouldn’t have to figure out a way to not give your master food poisoning while he was sick. “Porridge. Sick people can consume porridge right? That’s just watery rice and some other stuff right?” You bit your bottom lip, considering the risks of carrying out a freestyle recipe. 

  You were sure an eternity had passed when you finally entered Muichirou’s room with a steaming bowl of porridge and a glass of water. The glass of water was probably unnecessary but he didn’t need to know that. Muichirou turned his head and looked at you as you carefully set the tray containing his breakfast on the floor. “I thought you left the estate.” You definitely took a while to prepare his breakfast then.

  “I considered it for a while but that would be too cruel.” You scooped a small portion of the porridge and blew on it lightly. “Say ‘ahh’.” Muichirou opened up his mouth and swallowed. You were fist pumping in your mind, he did not resist!  Repeating your actions, you smiled at him. He swallowed the food again but decided to object to your help again, “I can feed myself.” Ignoring his protest, you continued feeding him. “Perhaps, but you were also the one who insisted on training under the rain.” Muichirou looked away.

  Once you were done feeding him, you grinned, proud that he didn’t get poisoned and willingly accepted your help. Drenching and twisting his towel, you folded it neatly and placed it on his forehead like before. Picking up the tray, you smiled at him and got up. “Alright so like I said before, just let me know if you need anything, otherwise I’ll check up on you every once in a while.” Inhaling a deep breath, you cheered yourself on. Taking care of sick patients scares you. It always feels as if their future depended on your every move and decision. Sliding his door open, you left and slid it shut.

  Now alone in his room, Muichirou turned to look at the closed door. He really shouldn’t remain idle and get up and start training. He really shouldn’t let this fever of his deter him from his duty. He really shouldn’t enjoy you caring for him as much as he does. And yet he remained as he was. Muichirou tried reasoning with himself. He couldn’t quite remember when he started feeling unwell, perhaps he had been pushing himself for more than a week and yesterday was his last straw. Thinking back to when you had asked if he was sick, he remembered feeling a little shock. Used to ignoring his symptoms, he had forgotten that he was sick. How did you know though? He was sure after numerous times of pushing himself to his limit even when sick, his body had started to give up in showing signs of sickness.

  Perhaps the Butterfly Hashira would have been able to tell since she was an expert in the field of medicine and doubled as a doctor. But you clearly had trouble caring for the sick so how was it that you were able to notice? He couldn’t recall much but he was sure that you were already aware of his illness when it started and chose to not comment on it. He recalled feeling your questioning stares and observing looks, your concern written clearly in your expressions. Your absence left his room so silent, allowing him to lose himself in drifting from thought to thought.

  His door slid open. Muichirou turned to look at and saw you standing there, holding a letter. “Helloo, how are you feeling? I just received Kochou-sama’s response, she said that it might just be a bad cold and resting for the rest of the day and drinking warm water would help! Look, she even wrote a short and quick recipe since I said I sucked at cooking for stubborn patients!” You grin at him. Muichirou stared at you silently, not sure why you were so cheery all the time. “She said that I did good in caring for you and drew a smiley-face!” Pointing at the corner of the letter, you waited for a reaction from him. Receiving none, you whined exaggeratedly, “Not that I agree, but I can see why people call me a stubborn idiot who enjoys torture. Your silent treatments are killing me. One day, I’ll tell Oyakata-sama that you keep bullying me and ask to be Kanroji-san’s Tsukugo.” You stuck your tongue out and blew a raspberry at him.

  “Who called you a stubborn idiot?” That was not the response you were expecting. Tilting your head to the side, you looked up as you tried to recall the mean comments you constantly overheard. “I’m not sure. It’s mostly just overheard gossip but there’s always this weird girl with like, blue pigtails and red eyes that keeps giving me dirty looks. I think she’s just jealous because she’s always saying how if she was my rank she would apply to be your Tsukugo and kick me out.” Snorting at the ridiculousness of it all, you laughed. “You would like that wouldn’t you? I think she has a crush on you and would totally do whatever you wanted and not laugh at you.”

  “No. She sounds like someone who wouldn’t work hard. You’re annoying but you’re hardworking.” Ignoring the insult, you focused on his compliment. His first ever compliment to you. “Aww, I didn’t know you could be so sweet. You should get sick more often and maybe you would be more charming!” Muichirou looked at you plainly, unimpressed. “I’m a Hashira. My job is to kill demons and train you, not be charming.” Waving your hand, you rolled your eyes and smiled. “I know, I know. I was just kidding. Don’t worry, I respect your determination. It’s honestly impressive.” Not responding, Muichirou turned away.

  Assuming that meant that your one-sided conservation was over, you got ready to leave his room again. Hearing you getting up, Muichirou turned back and looked at you. “Wait. Don’t go yet.” You turned back and looked at him confused. He wasn’t sure what to say, he didn’t mean to call for you. “... You haven't changed my towel yet.” An unimpressed look crossed your face as you wet his towel and placed it on his forehead.

  Relishing the way your cool palm would brush his fringe away and place the cool, folded towel on his forehead, Muichirou blurted again, “Thank you, I like the way you care for me.” Your hand froze and you stared at him. Pinching his cheeks, you looked at him seriously. “Who is this and what have you done to my master?” Pushing your hands away, Muichirou glared at you. “Stop it, I didn’t mean to say that.” You raised your eyebrows but decided not to say anything else.

  The moment you closed the door, Muichirou allowed himself to cringe at his earlier behaviour. It wasn’t like him to be so… sentimental. This illness and your concern was really getting to him. And yet despite everything he told himself, he couldn’t wait for you to come back to check up on him again. 

Bonus: A few weeks after his recovery, Muichirou was walking back to the Mist Estate when he heard someone calling his name. It was a stranger. She waved her hands wildly and ran up to him. “Oh my gosh! Are you Tokito Muichirou, the Mist Hashira? I’m Yua and it’s a pleasure to finally meet you!” The girl’s blue pigtails bounced and her red eyes shone as she reached excitedly to grasp Muichirou’s hands. With a look of disgust, Muichirou took a stride back and extracted his sword, pointing it at Yua. “Don’t touch me, you low rank. Just by looking at you, I can tell that you don’t even deserve to gossip about others.” He paused. “Much less ones who deserve the titles they earned with their own hard work.” Not willing to spend anymore time with Yua, Muichirou turned away and walked off. Gossiping about others? How did he know that that girl, who’s name he has already forgotten, had gossiped about his Tsukugo? He heard a faint voice in his head and a blurry image appeared in his mind – You were gently dabbing his face with a cool cloth as your hand caressed his face. You were quietly whispering to yourself, “Sometimes I wonder if I deserve to be your Tsukugo. Maybe others are right and I’m just wasting your time. But looking at how angelic you look, how can I bear to leave you?” He wasn’t quite sure if that was a fever dream or how he even remembered but he felt his cheeks heating up.

a/n: sobbing, i tried my best but it wasnt as cute as i wanted it to be!! i tried my best to not make mui ooc but at the same time making the scenes cute but i think i just spent too much time on their banter and unnecessary stuff and not enough on you caring for a sick muichirou :'( + i think many stuff are probably incorrect and i want to yeet myself now im so sorry oml

#kny #demonslayer #kny fanfic #kny x reader #muichiro x reader #muichiro x y/n #demon slayer #fluff #kny muichiro #one shot #oneshot

[cosmic-slumber-party]

Dating Zenitsu Agatsuma

⚡This man, I swear...

⚡He is a wonderful boyfriend. He gives you as much of his attention that he can. As soon as he is back from a mission, he is looking for your comfort.

⚡There is never any doubt that this boy is crazy about you. If there is another girl in the room, his eyes are still on you. You have definitely calmed down his girl crazy brain.

⚡He is constantly wanting to spend time with you, often to the annoyance of his poor sparrow. You can only convince him to go on his missions by promising his favorite meal and cuddles for when he returns.

⚡You are the only one who can get him to take his medicine. If you volunteer to feed it to him, it will be gone in under a second.

⚡He is a little less intimidated when going out to fight demons because of you. He knows that he is keeping you safe. He still complains and acts frightened, but he is less intense about it.

⚡If you are out fighting demons, everyone has to stop him from trying to go with you. He has his own mission. You are fully capable, and he knows it, but he wants to protect his world.

⚡If you are both out fighting together, he tries to protect you. Most of the time you end up protecting him though. If you are badly injured though, he will step up and go full demon slaying mode. And god, is it attractive when he does that.

⚡If you are injured after a fight, he will bring your food to your bedside and give you your medicine. He will not leave your side, not even for missions. He will either fall asleep in your bed or on the floor holding your hand. He is too nervous something will happen in your recovery while he is out. No one makes him go.

⚡Dates include stargazing and eating a nice dinner on the roof. Nice and cutesy picnics at the butterfly mansion are also something that frequently occur.

⚡He calls you "My bride", "Beautiful", "My angel", and "Little killer".

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[calx-bdo]

muichiro but make him a roblox player

muichiro x you btw

"FUCK I FELL OFF THE GODDAMN LEDGE AGAIN?!!"

Your high pitched scream flooded Muichiro's ears through his headset.

"Jesus...calm down dude. It's not that hard."

Yea, not that hard. Thanks Muichiro, who is so pleasantly at level 50. You, however, was still stuck on level 38.

"Tokito, how did you even pass this level? This..this hell."

You mumbled, eyebrows knitted in concentration.

"It's not even that bad. You're just weak for real. Like, how did you even get past stage 35? I'm surprised you got past it with the amount of whining you did. Wait until you get to stage 42. That's where the REAL hell is. No cap, for real."

A beat of silence. Two beats.

"Fuck you, Muichiro." You spat into your mic. You were already struggling in this stage, what does he mean there's worse ones up ahead!! Sure, it's a little embarrassing for a 14 year old to be stuck on Speedrun 4 on Roblox, but what the fuck is the ice cream stage!!! Are you kidding me?!?! Is the game's creator trying to send you to an early grave?!

"Dude. You still there? Nah don't tell me you're still stuck there.." Muichiro clicked his mouse to check the player list. And there you are, @sonicrealfan11 on Roblox - still at 38.

"BROO you have the BIGGEST skill issue I have EVER seen. DUDEE LOLLL. HOW ARE YOU STILL THERE?! THAT'S CRAZY NO WAY LMAO!!"

'Well, okay, fuck you Muichiro. I thought you were supposed to be my boyfriend or whatever!!' You thought.

Suddenly, there was a knock on your door. You removed your headphones and walked towards it, opening the knob slowly.

"Hey. Your struggle really kinda pissed me off since we're weren't on the same stage and I couldn't see you fail through my screen. So, I'm here to help you beat it."

Muichiro's nonchalant voice rang out.

"Oh thanks man!"

You had no idea how to reply so you just blurted this out.

1 grueling hour later and many trips to your room, Muichiro and you finally managed to beat Speedrun 4.

a/n: this is just projecting FUCK YOU ICE CREAM STAGE

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[cynoswifey]

Sabito headcanons

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Sabito seems like a very gentle and loving guy so he'd be the exact same when your dating maybe even more gentle.

He loves it when you wear his clothes. He thinks you look beautiful in it but then again he thinks you look beautiful in everything

If you weren't killed by the hand demon like him his spirit would always follow you making sure you're ok. But if you were killed by it he would have a lot of regret in the fact that you couldn't live out your life because he couldn't finish the demon off.

If you'd ever train with him it would be intense because Sabito likes to be able to know you can hold your own in a fight.

Sabito believes that tough love is the way to make someone reach their highest potential so he can come off as aggressive but its just cause he loves you

Can be clingy when you are alone but when in front of like Tanjiro he won't because he has a mean facade to keep up

His hair. It looks so fluffy but I don't really think he takes care of it so he'd appreciate it whenever you would wash it for him

on the topic of his hair he would secretly enjoy it when you make little pigtails on him. He would never voice it though.

He's quick to point out people's flaws and it caused some problems but you both are working on it

Sabito is an action are better than words kind of guy so he rarely says he loves you but instead portrays that in his actions.

He's very responsible so if you are a forgetful person he will remember things for you

He tends to neglect his needs for others so even though he is an incredibly responsible person he can forget to eat or sleeps late

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[muteshortgirl]

When They Confess

Slightly Cheesy?

Shinobu Kocho- Fragrance of Love

One sunny day, Shinobu invites the reader for a walk through a serene and picturesque garden. As they stroll amidst the vibrant flowers and delicate butterflies, Shinobu's heart races with nervous anticipation. She takes a deep breath and musters the courage to express her feelings.

Stopping near a tranquil koi pond, Shinobu turns to the reader with a soft smile. Her eyes, shimmering with warmth, meet theirs. She begins to speak, her voice filled with sincerity and affection.

"Ever since we met, you've brought so much brightness into my life," Shinobu says, her words carrying a gentle melody. "Your presence has been like a warm ray of sunlight, melting away the darkness in my heart. I find myself thinking of you constantly, and my admiration for you only grows with each passing day."

As she continues, Shinobu reaches into a small pouch she carries with her. With a delicate hand, she retrieves a small vial filled with a vivid blue liquid—a concoction she has prepared with her intricate knowledge of medicine and herbs.

"This vial holds a unique fragrance, crafted with love and care," Shinobu explains, her voice filled with a hint of playfulness. "Its scent is a symbol of my affection for you—a way to express my emotions beyond words."

Shinobu uncorks the vial, allowing the fragrance to waft gently in the air. The sweet aroma envelops them, creating an ethereal ambiance. She extends the vial towards the reader, their eyes meeting once again.

"I would be honored if you would accept this token of my affection," Shinobu says, her voice laced with vulnerability. "Just like this fragrance, my love for you is subtle yet profound. It may not be loud or flashy, but it's pure and unwavering. Will you allow me to cherish and protect you with all my heart?"

As Y/n takes the vial from Shinobu's outstretched hand, a gentle blush tinges their cheeks. Their heart races with joy, realizing the depth of Shinobu's feelings. With a grateful smile, they accept her confession, knowing that they have found a love as tender and beautiful as the blooming flowers in the garden.

Mitsuri Kanroji- Heartfelt Love

Mitsuri would plan the perfect day for the confession, wanting everything to be just right. She would take the reader to a serene and beautiful location, perhaps a blooming cherry blossom garden or a tranquil riverside with the sunset painting the sky in vibrant hues. Mitsuri would have a picnic prepared, filled with their favorite foods and sweets.

As they enjoy the picturesque setting, Mitsuri's heart would beat faster with every passing moment. She would take a deep breath, gathering her courage, and turn to the reader with a shy but determined smile.

"Hey, umm... Can I tell you something really important?" she would ask, her voice a little shaky, but filled with sincerity.

Y/n, sensing Mitsuri's nervousness, would give her an encouraging nod, their eyes locked on hers.

Mitsuri would fidget with her fingers for a moment, blushing furiously, before finally blurting out, "I... I love you! Like, really, really love you! You're just so amazing and kind, and every moment we spend together makes my heart feel like it's soaring through the clouds."

She would pause, a mix of anxiety and hope in her eyes, waiting for the reader's response. But before they can say anything, Mitsuri would continue with unwavering determination.

"I know I may seem a little bit clumsy or silly sometimes, but I promise you, my feelings are genuine. I want to be with you, to support you, and make you feel loved every single day. You're my sunshine, my inspiration, and the reason I smile so brightly."

Mitsuri's voice would tremble with sincerity and a touch of vulnerability. She would reach out and gently hold the reader's hand, her touch warm and reassuring.

"So, umm, what do you say? Will you... be my special someone? I promise I'll do everything in my power to make you happy, and we'll have the most amazing and love-filled adventures together!"

Her eyes would sparkle with anticipation, waiting for the reader's response, hoping with all her heart that they would reciprocate her feelings.

And as soon as words of acceptance comes from Y/n’s mouth, Mitsuri would immediately have the reader in her warm embrace.

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[sekirrun]

I'm trying kny style, sekido so romantic reallyyy

#Demonslayer #kny #Sekido #hantengu clones #hantengu #illustration #official art #anger clone #sekido x y/n

[lovecite]

Your choice series

Sanemi Shinazugawa x Y/N (Fem reader)

-slight spoilers- fluff--very quickly written--

(--This is sanemi after the fight with Muzan! I feel his character changed to a more kinder soul-- )

**** theme song behind this story****

"irony" (Vocaloid) English Cover by Lizz Robinett

Other songs I listened to while writing this that really made my writing juices flow:

Sugar - BrockHampton

One & Only - Oliver Tree

You Found me- The Fray

Somewhere Only we know- Kean

Just a little back story-

You were sold by your family for the hope of marrying a demon slayer but since Muzan has been defeated you have been set free. To make your own choices.

This story bounces off my other story with Kyojuro "Your choice" one shot just different scenario.

You were sold by your family. They were promised if no slayer claimed you they would still be paid monthly. If a slayer claimed you ,she would be welcomed into the family of what ever slayer and your family again would be taken care of. It was a win win but you were the only loser here. And here your story starts .

Your choice

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It was over.. The fight was over..Muzan had been killed

"Ladies," There was a brief pause before the madam of the house finished. "You are all free to go back to your families." There was silence after the finished sentence. No other explanation was needed to be told to the women before a frenzy ensued.

Women running around with their the trains of fabric from their kimonos dragging behind them as murmurs exploded. Sounds of their delicate feet slamming hard against the wooden floors as they rushed. Rushed to pack and leave. You stood up slowly from the floor as your eyes focused on all the woman's faces.

They had joyous expressions some were even crying and sobbing. This meant that the women no longer had to be forced into a marriage with the slayers. You however did not care. How could you? You had no family to head back to anyways. A letter weeks before this event of Muzan dying had been sent to you. In it an apology written from your home village stating with words

"Your choice if you wish to stay."

And so you decided to stay but now. Now there was nothing for you. You bring your arms into the sleeves of your kimono as you walk ever so slowly towards the entrance of this mansion you had been entrapped in for months. The rush of women still around you as the feeling of dread collected within your chest. Where would you go now? You had the money of course. As it had been told your family had been getting paid for you each month but now did it matter? You were alone with no family to lean on.

As you walk over the threshold of the mansions door way you feel your body still at the scene before you. A sea of slayers waiting in the court yard . You had never seen so many in one place before. They were always away on missions. Your eyes squinting slightly as you eyed them closely. Many of them were on their knees begging ,grasping on the kimonos, for some of the women to reconsider in taking their hand for marriage.

But some of the women held their head high as they passed through the crowd of slayers. They didn't have to follow the rules anymore. It was evident why these slayers had shown up. They must have known that this deal that been going for years would be disbanded today. They wanted to take one more stab at finding a wife.

And of course they had no other choices outside the demon slayer society no sane family ,that were not involved with deal, with daughters wanted them to be tainted. And as you took in more of the colorful haired slayers you also took in the messing limbs ,the ghostly looks that haunted their faces.

You take a deep breathe as you walk from the steps of the mansion making your way through the crowds. As soon as your foot is placed on the court yard they pounced on you falling to their knees.

"Please, wait I can provide I promise!"

"Ma'am please I have to bring a wife back for my family."

"W-Wait please!"

But You kept your gaze forward trying to drain out the out cries of these poor young men clinging onto your kimono. They seemed like lost children reaching for their mother for attention. You pulled the bottom of your kimono from their grasp as you kept walking with the crowd of women leaving the court yard. You take notice that some of the women did stop. You watched as the women who stopped took the hands of those men accepting their marriage proposal.

You followed the other women who where leaving the only thing on your mind. "Your choice" . Finally out the compound. Finally out of the court yard. The dirt road and the forest being the only thing in your sight. This was it. What life would you make for yourself now?

"Did you see that guy?"

"What guy?"

"The guy over there. He's been there on all morning bowed lowly to the ground."

You turn to the other women speaking . Two women together gossiping and pointing to a direction down the road. It peeked your interest and since you had nothing else to go for you. "Where? "You asked without thinking.

Both women jump at your question startled that you had been listening into their conversation. One of the women gave her a look of indifference. "I'd be careful ever since they disbanded this little deal with slayers they've been acting like hungry wolves." She spoke with a huff but then gave the directions of where this bowing man would be.

Then without another thought you walked down the dirt road towards the direction they had explained to you. Your hands stayed in your kimono sleeves. The thoughts of today still swirling in your mind as the images of those slayers begging for a wife flashed.

Your mind lost in thought as the welcoming breeze and birds singing distracted you. You felt a your balance go off as your legs bumped into a lone log below you. A gasp from below you surprised you! A log gasping!

You quickly catch yourself as you take a step back bringing your gaze down to the dirt floor and catch a glance. A glance at the bowing white haired man. He of course like the women described had his forehead to the floor. His knees touching the ground and his hands placed near his bowed head. There was silence between the two. You didn't know how to react. The feeling of wanting to touch his shoulder and ask if he was okay but he hadn't brought his eyes up either.

"E-Excuse me?" You softly spoke ending the deafening silence.

"May I gaze upon you." He requested his tone of voice making you jump slightly in place. His voice sounded so rough even if he had spoken with such a soft tone. "Y-Yes, that is fine." You answer confused slightly at the request. He quickly lifts his head still bowing lowly. You jump back an inch at his sudden movement . His movement reminded you of a bunny coming up after eating hay.

Those pale purple pupils focused on you. You were finally able to take a glance at this mans face. What had he been through for him to have so many scars. "I am Sanemi former hashira of the wind, and looking for a wife." He stated fast with his intentions.

You couldn't help but let a sigh escape your lips of course he was. "O-okay but why are you here and not at the court yard with the others?" You asked the former slayer. His wide gaze did a couple of blinks before looking away. "If it is meant to be then I will find one without begging." He responded with a nod of his head.

"And you women deserve all the respect of having a choice of who your husband should be." He finished bringing those pale purple pupils back to you. A choice. Your choice. You felt a sudden tremor cross your lips before you bend over grasping a hand over your lips to stifle your giggles.

The former hashira sat up slowly bringing his bottom upon his legs as he starred at you. "Did I say something funny, uh." He countered this statement his tone of voice clipped. You pause standing straight up a warm smile upon your lips.

"N-No I just believe my life has been nothing but fortunate. Being able to make a choices for myself is something new to me! " You respond as your eyes dragged away from Sanemi. Your thoughts going over the months of being in that mansion thinking about the times you had to meet and greet with a slayer. Wondering if they would choose you. Those days were very bleak .....

"Um" He hummed catching your attention. His purple gaze focused downward at the dirt floor he brought one of his scarred arms behind his head as his fingers glided through his white hair. Then he brought that pale purple pupils back to you. "So?" He ventured holding your gaze. "Oh" You responded.

A choice.

You lift your kimono slightly up as you kneel in front of him. You go to touch his right hand but he brings it back quickly hiding it under his thigh. "I" He pauses making you bring your attention to his face. His eyes flickered quickly to the left as he brought his other hand down from behind his head bringing it out to you.

"Sanemi, remember i get to make the choices here." You addressed with an almost whisper. His purple wide eyed gaze fell back on you before nodding. A hint of pink crossing his pale scarred face. He dropped his arm down his left hand resting on his thigh as he ever slowly brought out his right hand.

You bring your gaze down to his right hand and soon realized why he had hide it so quickly. His right hand was bandaged but that wasn't what caught you off guard. Your fingers carefully slide across his hand as you flipped his palm upward. Sanemi was messing two fingers. "The last girl that walked by screamed." He revealed. You turned his palm downward intaking the image before you.

"Well her loss then." You uttered as you brought your gaze to his. Your head tilted slightly as a warm smile came upon your face. Sanemi retracted his hand from your grasp leaving an empty space between you two.

A single brow raised in question as a question lingered on your lips. But you were silenced as a firm hold snaked its way around your waist pulling you close. And before you could respond further you felt the warmth of his chest on your front as you were pulled upward from the floor with him.

"W-What are you doing?!" You asked your heart beating so harshly against your chest with excitement. Your eyes landed on his purple gaze his expression was so warm. "My brother died. " He responds pausing as he still kept you in that close hug. His grip around you tightening slightly. "And I want to make sure the dream, I wished so hard for him, will come to light." Sanemi whispered . You feet were dangling as they lightly kicked his legs.

"S-Sanemi what was that dream?" You asked softly as your gaze couldn't leave his face. The way he was smiling down at you made your heart skip a beat... If that were possible. He leaned closer almost as if you were going to kiss but his cheek brushed along side yours. His hot breathe tickling your earlobe. "I want to find a wife and make children. As many as she will allow," Sanemi whispers with a hint of a chuckle in his voice. Your hands find your way to his clothed chest gripping it slightly as you melt in his arms.

"I-I" You started but you were so tongue tied.

"I wanted my brother to live this dream but I suppose since I'm the only one here still. I guess I will take that dream and make it my own." He interrupts you. He places you back on your feet before him his warm gaze never wavering. You look up at him your heart beating so fast.

"So, what do ya think?" He asked his purple gaze focused on you. His right hand brushed along your cheek along your jaw line.

"The choice is yours."

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Well I hoped you guys liked this!! Thank you for reading!

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