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daisies-daydreams · 6 months

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Virgin!Gyomei x F!Reader (Headcanons/Drabble)

Pairing: Virgin!Gyomei Himejima x F!Reader Category: Fluff/Smut (18+) Warnings: Masturbation, Vaginal Fingering, P in V Sex (You Know the Drill), Praise, Accidentally Cumming Inside

A/N: I'm still working on requests, but I wanted to write something small in between. I hope you enjoy!

NSFW BELOW (MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI)

Virgin!Gyomei who always thought he was too imposing to find someone who would want to be with him physically. To indulge in the pleasures of the flesh, sharing such a sweet, tender moment. The thought would keep him up at night, tossing and turning when it was quiet enough for him to be alone with his thoughts.

Virgin!Gyomei who heard you, a new member of the Butterfly House, giggle nearby. He turned his head in your direction, his milky white eyes wide at the melodious sound. The giant man heard you gasp. “Oh good! You’re awake!” you chirped. His breath hitched when he felt your warm hands rest on his arm, patting it reassuringly. “You’ve been out for several days. We were all so worried,” you explained. He blinked and nodded slowly. “Thank you…for caring for me,” he said softly.

Virgin!Gyomei whose heart would always soften whenever he heard your distinct footsteps coming towards his room. His skin felt like it burned whenever he felt your gentle touch, tending to his injuries. Gyomei scolded himself when his mind drifted to fantasies of you touching him in more…intimate ways. You were his caretaker and nothing more. Surely you found him just as imposing as everyone else did...

Virgin!Gyomei who, after a very vivid dream about him fucking you into the mattress with his impossibly girthy cock, woke up with the most painful erection in his life. Gyomei listened carefully to see if anyone was around before dipping his large hand below the waistband of his pants. His breath hitched as he clutched his throbbing shaft. He clasped his other palm over his mouth as he began to squeeze and stroke his dick, the rush of pleasure indescribable. Your name fell from his plush lips like a prayer, a sweet chant that brought him closer to the edge. Gyomei pumped his cock only a few times before he was spilling all over his palm, completely soaking himself in his thick spend. His Adam's apple bobbed as he caught his breath. “M-Mr. H-Himejima?” he heard you squeak nearby.

Virgin!Gyomei who sat there like a statue, his eyes wide and back completely straight. His cock still twitched in his hand as he parted his lips. “I-I’m sorry Miss…” he stammered as his entire body became enraptured in a consuming heat. He flinched when you stepped closer, the floorboards creaking as you made your way to the side of the bed. “How long have you felt this way about me, Mr. Himejima?” you murmured. Gyomei was thankful that he lacked sight, as he was terrified of the disgusted expression you surely wore on your face. He swallowed thickly. “Honestly Miss (L/N)…since the day you first spoke to me,” he answered as his eyes glossed over.

Virgin!Gyomei who flinched when you placed a gentle kiss on his cheek. His face burned like a raging wildfire as he parted his lips. He heard you shuffle next to the bed. “You aren’t…disgusted?” he breathed. “No,” you whispered before pecking his temple. Gyomei flushed as he felt his cock twitch again, his thighs tightening as you placed a hand in his bulky forearm. “I’m glad that you feel the same way I feel about you,” you cooed. Gyomei sighed, a gentle smile forming on his face as you kissed the corner of his mouth. You gasped when you heard someone coming down the hall calling your name. He wanted to reach for you as you pulled away. “I’m sorry,” you murmured before hesitantly walking out of his room.

Virgin!Gyomei who, despite all the fantasies and dreams he’s had, hasn’t touched himself since that morning. You’d still come in to tend his healing wounds or assist with his rehabilitation. It was a sweet torture for him to feel your hands roam across every inch of his body…except where he needed you the most.

Virgin!Gyomei who thanked you for your assistance the night before he returned to the field. “You’re very welcome,” you said kindly, yet he didn’t miss the solemn undertone in your words. His heart ached as you started to slip away. “Wait,” he called as he grabbed your wrist. Gyomei instantly pulled away when he heard you gasp, the fear of potentially hurting you striking him through the chest. “I-I apologize, Miss (L/N),” he murmured. He heard you shuffle in place. “It’s alright, Mr. Himejima,” you replied. Gyomei tilted his head up, his foggy eyes lingering in the direction of your voice. “Please...call me Gyomei,” he said.

Virgin!Gyomei who loved the feeling of you shivering beneath his light touch. The door to his room was locked, your clothes strewn about the floor as you straddled his waist. His breath hitched as you splayed your hands across his rugged chest, both of you exploring each other’s bodies with a gentle tenderness.

Virgin!Gyomei who feels his cheeks burn as he pushes one of his fingers inside your slick, tight cunt. Your walls hold such a comforting texture for him as he sinks his digit deeper and deeper inside. “Shh, I know, my dear. I know,” he cooed as he rubbed your thigh. “It’s so much, Gyo,” you slurred as your legs shook around him. He frowned and cupped your cheek with his other hand. “Do you want me to stop?" he asked. Gyomei felt you shake your head. "N-No, it feels good. Please, I want this," you breathed. He swallowed the lump in his throat before nodding.

Virgin!Gyomei who lets you take the reins and sink down on his massive, thick cock at your own pace. He encourages you as you lower your hips inch by inch, his lips kissing away the tears that spilled down your cheeks as you babbled. “You’re doing wonderful, my love,” he whispered. His breath hitched as your pussy stretched around him, his shaft enveloped by your warm, gummy walls. Gyomei swore he was in heaven, the bliss that coursed through his body simply divine.

Virgin!Gyomei who feels intoxicated as you bounce up and down his shaft, your plush walls massaging his length as you pant and moan. “Amazing, truly amazing,” he breathed before the muscles in his lower stomach begin to tighten. He grits his teeth, hands grabbing at your waist as he gently thrusts up into you. Gyomei stopped worrying about the bed creaking long ago, his mind drunk on the pleasure that completely overwhelmed him. “Yes, that’s it. That’s-“ he nearly choked when he rolled his head back and groaned. His hips rolled forward as he accidentally came inside you, his thick, hot spend gushing past the place where your sexes joined. You gasped as your cunt convulsed around him, your walls gripping and fluttering around his girth as the two of you reached your climaxes.

Virgin!Gyomei who’s flustered and asking if you’re alright at least a thousand times after you pull yourself off of his softening cock. "Are you sure I wasn't gripping too hard?" "Are you sore anywhere?". He flushed when you suddenly pecked his cheek. “You were wonderful,” you whispered as you squeezed his hand. He smiled, his heart lighting up at your sweet words. “Thank you, my dear (Y/N),” he murmured as he held your hand up to his cheek.

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luselih · 5 days

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Hiya! I wanna know if you'd write a scenario/drabble about the reader being the "emotional support demon" for the upper moons. Like they all collectively allow the reader to show some sort of affection towards them. (Preferably SFW pls)

ask/summary: demon!reader is emotional support demon for all 6 uppermoons!

content warnings | i tried to made it sweet but realistic, mentioned killing, possessiveness and obsessiveness (kinda yandare if you squint) , 5 love languages, comfort/fluff a bit too i guess? contains later manga stuff so manga spoilers!…

a/n - #1 i made this with mix of everything, i think it can be seen as platonic/non-romantical in most of settings (i think?)

#2 also reader is initially chubby hinted/written in mind so it’s up in text somewhere but i think i didn’t emphasized it too much so i guess anyone could read! Gender is not mentioned much too, maybe just some feminine parts couple of times.

#3 i so sorry for being inactive, i am graduating high school in 2 months so i gotta get grades and everything also i already wrote this but tumblr deleted it so i gotta do it again 💔

It was definitely very...very surprising and confusing for other lesser demons to see such... non scary scenes in front of them, especially one who were lowermoons and see them on more “regular" basis than others, who was that demon?

You were there practically chilling amongst uppermoons, one whi could kill any human or demon alive being so... tolerant with you? No one even remembers how did you even spawn in Infinity Castle at one of meetings they had with Muzan, yet everyone seemed to sooner or later get comfortable with you around, your presence giving each individual some kind of comfort to them...

Kokushibo only likes to spend some quality time with you after it took him a long time to get comfortable and used to you, now reading books or playing hanafuda together. He liked your presence when he got time to spend without training or killing people. It reminded him of his past self and life, his wife and two kids he left to chase his dream, it brings a sense of domestic warmth and comfort in his lonely life for the second time in his life after he willingly lost it. He even consider having you all to himself, what can other demons do about it? absolutely nothing.

Douma likes to receive physical affection and acts of service from you. He loves when you put your head on his chest, his arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you in his lap as low beings (humans) or different called his followers in Eternal Paradise Faith as you two listens to them and gives them advices. He simply cannot choose between having you close to him or when you go out and easily collect new followers that are especially young human women that he can eat sooner or later, he simply adores you <3

Akaza crave quality time and words of affirmation from you, or better said someone. He is living for a second time to avenge his death fiancée, but as any other being he grows to be closer to you. He can only pray that Koyuki isn’t jealous or mad at him as you praise him while watching moon together , your beautiful smile shining underneath moonlight as he caught a glimpse of her in you :(

Hantengu needs words of affirmation to survive due his constant suffering from his past self, all kills, lies and evil is laying heavily on his soul so he stoped crying as much as before. (i don’t like him so this is bad, sorry not sorry 🤷‍♀️)

Gyokko prefers to receive acts of service and gift giving as a form of affection from you, since he lives in vases he started liking you when you gifted him a handmade vase. He liked it very much that he almost considered living in that one instead of this he was using that was given by Douma. He absolutely loved when you cleaned all of his vases once, even organized them in order by shape, size, pattern and color :)

Daki + Gyutaro needs all 5 love languages, so count on words of affirmation, acts of service, receiving gifts, quality time, and physical touch. They were kids/very young when they died so they considered you as a sibling/guardian/prerent in some way. Letting you tend their needs and expectations, they also wants you all to themselves sooner or later :3

#bambi’s ✍️#demon slayer #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer x y/n #demon slayer x you #kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #kimetsu no yaiba x you #kimetsu no yaiba x y/n #kokushibo x reader #douma x reader #akaza x reader #hantengu x reader #gyokko x reader #daki x reader #gyutaro x reader

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linoju · 11 months

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Dating Kyojuro Rengoku headcanons

cuddling is a given. as a hashira, he's constantly out on dangerous missions so he's extra clingy when he's home with you. cuddling or having you next to him was a given when you're together

do NOT go with this man on festival dates you will lose him. he's too fast and very indecisive because he wants to do and get a little bit of everything. the next time you go together, he holds your hand, but was still hard to keep up with. "(y/n) they're selling sweet potatoes that way!" "okay wait slow do-" "nevermind look at those fish! do you think we can eat them for dinner?" "what the fuck."

i hc that he doesn't call you pet names. he likes to keep things simple and call you by your first name because why would he? he loves hearing and saying your name already!

was awkward like really awkward in the first few weeks of your relationship. now that you're dating, he can kiss or touch you whenever he wants. but he still doesn't know how to initiate it so sometimes he kinda just stares at you. with that smile. you were a tad bit scared for your life. "…did i do something wrong or…" "I WOULD LIKE US TO KISS! RIGHT NOW!"

dumbass. (affectionate)

so yeah to save him the embarrassment you were the one initiating kisses before he started getting real comfortable. and boy did he get real comfortable

speaking of him being embarrassing this man is EMBARRASSINGGG expect nothing less from someone who would shout "yummy!" every bite they'd take of a meal. his regular speaking voice is loud already so whenever you're out and he's professing his love, literally everyone near you can and will hear. you've had your fair share of old people giggling and going "oh my!"

doesn't get jealous or malicious or NOTHIN he's so secure in his relationship. if you argue with him and insult him in the heat of the moment he straight up just goes "you don't mean that! :D" and you're just in disbelief cuz like he's right and hurrrsadjkkfh

he's dealt with one too many scoldings in his life from his father. he'll let you lash out on him for a bit, but he's happy that you two are close enough that he knows he can speak up if you go too far when you're upset at him.

such a safe space, and such a loving and thoughtful boyfriend. tonight you'll make him his favorite meal. his newest mission has something to do with a train, and it's more dangerous than his usual operations. but you'll be ready with freshly made dinner, awaiting his loud greeting and warm cuddles.

#demon slayer #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer x you #demon slayer x y/n #kny #kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #kimetsu no yaiba x you #kimetsu no yaiba x y/n #kny x reader #kny x you #kny x y/n #kimetsu rengoku #rengoku kyojuro #rengoku kyōjurō #kyojuro #kny headcanon #demon slayer headcanons #reader can cook

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sugoi-writes · 10 months

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Laundry Day, Part 2 - Sanemi x F!Reader

TW: Olfactophilia/osmolagnia not strongly mentioned, but implied. N(s)fw. Mentions of pregnancy that is very brief. Fingering/penetration. Some man handling and degradation if you SQUINT. Intended to be the conclusion of the first part.

A/N I've gotten a lot of sweet comments thank you ;w; lemme know if yall want more, and what characters you want me to write for (KNY mainly). I'm leaving my box open dudbsisjsjsgsjzaj

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"I'm glad... because I've had my eyes on you too, Sanemi..."

The tension that was mounting between the two of you was nearly tipping you over the edge. A smirk had started forming on Sanemi's face, stretching deviously.

"...really now? Haven't noticed..." Your peer teases, his hands going behind his back. He was definitely taunting you.

Before you had the chance to reply or just kiss him already, you hear the sliding door attempt to open. Before you can process it properly, Sanemi has you by your shoulders, and flings you onto your back. You flail as you hit the floor, legs splayed wildly.

You've been pinned down, and his hand goes to fly over your mouth before you can protest. Thank Gods the door is locked... and bless them for allowing you to be trapped under this beast of a man.

"Sanemi-sama! I've come to inform you that dinner will be finished at nightfall!," a small voice chimes. You and Sanemi are familiar, and know it's one of Ubuyashiki's attendants.

Sanemi looks to you, then the door, grunting out," Alright, alright! Be down in a minute!" he retorts hastily.

You can almost sense how low the attendant bows, as a "Very good, sir. Have a great evening," is given in return. After a tense few seconds, the footsteps soften, before completely disappearing.

Once Sanemi knew that no one was in ear shot, he looks back towards you, as if to say something... but his words freeze in his throat.

There you were, layed out before him, your breath ragged. Your eyes had all but glazed over with a familiar haze, one of your legs lifted... leaving very little to his imagination.

Sanemi's eyebrows raise. Huh... he didn't peg you as the type to like being manhandled...

Both of your hands were around his wrist, brows knit with frustration as he muffles your breathy noises. He smirks again, slowly leaning in. What a sight you were for his hungry eyes...

"Right...," Sanemi drawls, his hand uncovering your mouth," I guess you've been waiting long enough..."

The moment Sanemi is connected with you, the heat in your chest, your face, and now your loins, skyrockets. You're surprised at how swift and passionate the kiss is, making your breath desperate and uneven.

You try to push up on your elbows, before you hit the floor again. A trained hand is hooked under your knee, the other pushing down on your shoulder. Your yelp is swallowed in Sanemi's seering kiss, his tongue taking the opportunity the push past your parted lips. He pinned you, again, and you weren't going anywhere.

This was definitely leaning towards the "latter option" you've hoped for...

The two of you part, if only for a few moments, to recollect yourselves. Saliva is swiped away from your lip by a calloused thumb, Sanemi smirking down at you.

You chuckle breathlessly, cocking your head up at him,"... haha.. sorry... it's just weird... not saying that I actually like you... verbally... before all of this started..." You rasp, before Sanemi's brow softens.

You're surprised by a chaste, sweeter kiss to your lips, before his eager smile returns to his face," Don't worry; y'didn't have to," he practically pants out, kissing you quickly again," 'Didn't have to... because your body already told me."

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You groan as feel Sanemi's bare length grind against you, your head spinning. Hands are squeezing and caressing everything they can for both parties. Nemi's seeing it all. He's LOVING it all. But as a restrained moan leaves him again, he pulls away from your neck, looking directly at you.

"Hey-- hey. Before we get carried away--" Sanemi groans, your kisses assaulting his neck," I need-- ughhnn-- I need to know that you're serious about this!!"

You pause, if only for a moment,"...But Nemi~," you pant out, hands running across his wide back," ...does my body not say it for me...~?" You lightly tease, suckling on a spot you found to be particularly sensitive. This earns you an annoyed, yet pleased grunt.

Sanemi manipulates you away by tugging a fistful of your hair, making your breath hitch.

"...I know. But THIS is more than just a confession.... I wanna hear you say it." Sanemi says firmly, the grip in your hair just as firm.

You mewl softly, the hair pull making your core tense up," F-Fine... i-- I want you to go... further... please."

Sanemi's eyes have a lilt of mischief to them, as he pulls your hair back more. Now with your neck fully exposed, he goes to litter it with featherlight kisses.

"...good... and if it crosses a line... what's your cue?" You chuckle through a moan, eyes rolling slightly," I'll just say s-stop...?" A harsh tug at your hair tells you that 'stop' isn't good enough.

"F-Fine-- ngggh, I-I'll say... I'll mention the laundry again--," you groan, as Sanemi's assault becomes more passionate. You can feel small bruises developing on your skin from his antics.

"I-If you say laundry, I'll stop immediately, then," Sanemi concludes, before pulling away from your neck. For a moment, the two of you take a chance to sneak glances at each other's bodies, laid bare to one another.

Sanemi's physique was not only impressive, but VERY very tantilizing... you absent-mindedly dig your nails into his back, just to keep him from leaning further away.

Sanemi's breath is airy, a little labored, but his eyes don't leave you for a second. His hands come up to carrass and squeeze your hips as he takes in every curve and scar one more time.

Sanemi looks back to your eyes, the same haziness you saw in the laundry room now reflected in your eyes. And that alone set the message: you were ready.

"...lay back. I'll take it from here...," he commands softly, watching as you lowered yourself onto your back.

By this point, the mound between your legs was practically gushing, but he knew not to get hasty... A single digit comes down to run up your slit, making your toes curl. FINALLY, you thought!

A cautious finger traces your entrance, before circling back up higher to toy with your clit. Your breath hitches before a delicious mewl escapes you, hands falling limp by your head as he teases and helps you relax.

His minstrations, while not long, were able to get you acclimated and well prepared for what would come next. Your mind had became foggy by this point, as you were reeling from the pleasure you were keening for.

You had lost count of the fingers that entered you, until they left your sex. You practically whimpered at the loss.

By the time you had opened your eyes to look at him again, Sanemi was repositioned between your legs, using some if your juices to lube himself up. Your heart skips a beat... you were finding out that you were into A LOT more than you thought tonight...

"Ready for this?," Sanemi says confidently, flashing you a steady, reassuring smile. You swallow hard, a little too excited to see what this Hashira could do.

You nod, your eyes flicking downward. While he certainly was a tease and a scoundrel... he definitely had the cock to match that attitude. You breathe deeply in and out as Sanemi gets himself into position, trying to spread your legs as widely as you could muster.

Sanemi's shoulders come up under both of you legs, hiking them towards your chest. You panic slightly, the position making you flush from embarrassment... but with the look he was giving you, how could you turn down a mating press?

When Sanemi finally enters you, your head lolls back, amazed by the warmth and stretch that felt down below. He makes sure to restrain himself, but even without his full member, you were already feeling fuller.

It wasn't until Sanemi buried himself to the hilt that the both of you exhaled shakily. You noticed that Sanemi's teeth were grit, brows furrowed from holding back. You smile meekly up to him, reaching out to cup his cheek after a few tense moments of stillness.

"...'Nemi...," you coo, his gaze snapping back to your eyes," It's okay. You can move."

And move he did!

Much like the kiss, his pace took you completely by surprise, your arms falling limp again. All you could do was gasp and cry out, his thrusts leaving little else for you to do but take it.

While you knew that this could hurt, especially if you aren't careful... this felt like nothing but pure ecstacy. Your eyes flicker about your peer: his glistening abdomen, and how his muscles rippled with every thrust. The sweat running down his toned, shredded body... Furthermore, how even the muscles in his neck were at work, making sure he was breathing deeply ans properly. Hold habits never die, in battle or in the bedroom...

You feel a hand come up to grab one of your bouncing breasts. Sanemi was squeezing it hastily, before tweaking and pinching your pert nipple. You cry out again, as the stimulation from both your chest and cunt were syncing up. You were mere moments from babbling, the feeling of pleasure building in your core was almost overwhelming you.

This wasn't a small crush. This may have been even more than just lust... this was a feeling that you hoped you'd never lose the memory of.

You whined as Sanemi hammered away at your sex, the angle he struck changing until he finally found the spot that made you squeal.

Your hand races up to cover your mouth, fearful that someone could hear, before it's slapped away. Instead, Sanemi shoves two large fingers into your mouth, grinning like a maniac.

"Th-The only one-- Hah! --that's shutting you up... who CAN shut you up-- rrgghh-- is ME, dammit!"

The tone and delivery has you quaking under Sanemi, your scream of bliss muffled by your partner's fingers. As if to show him what you could do, you begin to lick and suckle on his fingers. You swore you saw his eyelids flutter as he moaned. Oh NOW you're teasing him, he thought.

His pace picks up, the sound of skin slapping skin becoming amplified.

"Y'gonna cum, aren't you??? Gonna come undone because of this cock, huh?!" Sanemi spits, lust and venom dripping from his words. You couldn't even nod as you ground your hips back to meet his thrusts, a particularly wanton moan escaping you. You clamp down around him as he keeps thrusting away.

You made up your mind: If you were going to cum, he was going to, too.

Sanemi curses, his tough-guy facade cracking, as his thrusts become sloppier in your tight hole.

"Sh-Shit-- fuck!! You little--!!!"

You're grinning, still slurping and milking his fingers as if they were his cock. Sanemi's tongue practically dangles out of his mouth, as a mantra of curses and groans leaves him.

He hasn't said your name yet. But when he does, his hand leaves your mouth and latches onto your breast, as if bracing himself.

Your freed mouth is relishing the moment, whimpering and moaning as you feel yourself getting so close to the edge.

"-Nemi! Nemi~" you cry out," Pl-Please--! Ughhn, please!!"

Sanemi's eyes slam open, his resolve almost gone," Gonna-- fuck, I'm gonna-- ugh, you little shit--!"

Right as you spill over the edge, Sanemi pulls out hastily. His hips grind against your thigh before you feel his hot seed coating them in thick ropes. He can't be getting his fellow Hashira pregnant... YET.

You can't tease him about this, as Sanemi's fingers fly back inside your cunt to milk your orgasm for all its worth.

Your hands fly up to push him away, or to make him slow down, but his pursuit of your inner, velvety walls is relentless. You feel tears bubbling up in your eyes, before Sanemi stills his fingers inside you.

He's panting from exhaustion, his head falling against your shoulder," M'bad... ahhn... my bad..." he apologizes, kissing your neck sweetly as he's coming down from his own high. He noticed the overstimulation he was causing you, and had the sense to ease up on you.

You smile weakly, your hands coming up to pat his back," It's-- nnnghh... it's okay, Nemi... I had-- a LOT of fun..."

You hear Sanemi laugh, kissing your neck again before pulling his fingers out of you. You hiss at the emptiness, the soreness starting to settle into your thighs and abdomen. You had climaxed pretty hard just now...

Sanemi, to top things off, wantonly licks his fingers clean, before pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"I dont... haha... I have NO idea where this is gonna go..." Sanemi admits, grinning blissfully," W-We're... both super busy... and throwing ourselves at danger... but..."

Sanemi leans his forehead against yours, as you bring your hands up to cup his face.

"But Y/N... I think I like where this is going so far...," Sanemi chuckles, the sultry tone in his voice dulling down to a more lighthearted, tender tone.

You practically giggle, pressing your lips to his again, as you close your eyes," M-Me too... me too. Who knew there was this much to laundry day?" You joked, making Sanemi snort.

He sits up, grinning as he notices your current underwear looped around your right ankle," Speaking of which..."

He stands up momentarily, going to fetch something before throwing it at your stomach.

"...you can have these back, I guess," Sanemi says sarcastically. You look to see the underwear he stole is on your chest.

He twirls your most recently stolen pair around his finger, before grinning," But these...? These are mine, now."

You whine, shoving your used underwear off of you," And what should I wear to dinner, then?!," you retort, your face warm from embarrassment.

"Well... if you don't have anything left clean for now... go commando," Sanemi offers, a grin returning to his face," It'll make what we do later easier without them anyway."

Your face explodes with a deep crimson as Sanemi actually laughs, lightly kicking your leg.

"I'm kidding, Im kidding... mostly."

You roll your eyes, sitting up," If we do ANYTHING later... you owe me for taking my underwear!" You quip, standing up shakily. Sanemi goes to steady you, a kiss pressed to your cheek.

"Oh don't worry... I'll definitely make it worth your while."

And yet again, your mind is flooded with possibilities, as the two of you figure out how to make yourselves presentable again.

This was probably the most productive Hashira meeting you've had in a LONG time... and hopefully, it won't be your last.

#demon slayer x y/n #demon slayer x reader #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #kimetsu no yaiba x y/n #sanemi shinazugawa x reader #sanemi shinazugawa x y/n #kny fanfic #demon slayer fanfic #demon slayer imagines #kny imagines #f!reader

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softxsuki · 1 year

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I have an urgent request and I apologize if you're working on other requests or focusing on personal life right now. It's been difficult to deal with myself sometimes. I get insecure about the way I look or the way I act. Do I stop talking and just stay quiet or do I talk and hope I don't embarrass myself? I always try to hide my chest because I feel like they're too 'big', per say. Sorry, it's basically just insecurity. Could you do Giyuu, Kyojuro, and Uzui with a fem!reader (romantically) please?

And I hope you're doing well! <3 - ⚜️

Giyuu, Rengoku, and Tengen (Separate) With Insecure Reader

Pairings: Giyuu x Fem!Reader, Rengoku x Fem!Reader, Tengen x Fem!Reader

Warnings: insecurities, mention of tiddies in Tengens but nothing explicit :)

Genre: Comfort

Post-Type: Headcanons

Word Count: 880

Summary: In which Giyuu, Rengoku, and Tengen (separate) find out about your insecurities and how they help you feel better

[A/N: Hey ⚜️anon! Thank you for trusting me with your urgent request. I know what it feels like to be insecure with yourself, and I'm sorry you've been feeling this way :( I just want to note that in Tengen's I made you one of his wives and his other wives are there as well so I hope that's okay! It's my first time really writing for Demon Slayer so fingers crossed that I did okay! I hope this comforts you and you enjoy it <3]

Giyuu:

Giyuu is overall very quiet and I don’t picture him to be very expressive about how he’s feeling

Even after being in a relationship for some time, he’s not the type to throw compliments your way or really verbally express his love for you, BUT he does love you, a lot!

When he finds out about your insecurities Giyuu is a bit lost on how to help you feel better

It pains him to see you so self-critical about the way you look because he genuinely doesn’t see anything wrong with you

You’re gorgeous, incredibly kind, and you managed to find room in your heart for a cold guy like him–you’re perfect in his eyes

I think he’d try and go out of his comfort zone to maybe verbally express what he loves about you and maybe telling you you’re beautiful more often, along with telling you he loves you more often than usual

As for the speaking part, he won’t exactly realize you’re holding back from saying something in a group setting, but he would if it’s the both of you spending time together

He’d see your eyes light up when you see something you like, and your mouth moves to speak, but you stop yourself–sooo he’ll make the first move to speak, maybe mentioning how nice it looks and ask what you think about it

Making openings for you to speak instead of holding back because you’re scared you’ll embarrass yourself–Giyuu definitely won’t laugh, heck he probably won’t even notice if you say something embarrassing, and even if he did, he wouldn’t care

So overall Giyuu’s approach about comforting you is very chill and direct at times, but genuinely he just doesn’t get why you’re insecure

Rengoku:

RENGOKUUUUUUUUUUUUUU

Listen, I just know he’d have a whole inspiring speech to try and make you feel better about yourself

He’s always encouraging you to speak, and even directs the conversation at you sometimes to get your opinion or answer about something

Rengoku drinks ‘respect women’ juice for breakfast so you know he’s going to make you feel good about yourself through not only his words, but actions as well

Whenever you get a little quiet during a conversation he probably says something embarrassing so you both can laugh and try to get you to open up more with him and whoever else you’re around

I mean, who cares if you say something embarrassing? He’d just laugh fondly thinking it’s cute, but if anyone says anything about it to you to try and make you feel bad about yourself he’d politely ask them to stop and will proceed to make you feel better

The last thing he wants is for you to hold yourself back because of your insecurities, he adores openness as he is a very honest, open person so he’d love for you as his girlfriend to be the same way

Of course, if that’s something you’re still working on then he’d patiently help you through it, he doesn’t want to force you to be open with him about your insecurities and pretend like they don’t exist, but rather he wants to work on helping you see yourself the way he sees you

You’re perfect in his eyes, absolutely perfect; from your personality to every inch of your body, it all looks like art to him

If he finds you thinking badly about yourself get ready for a whole hour long speech about how amazing you are and how much he loves you

You might find your insecurities slowly vanishing with Rengoku around :3

Tengen:

Tengen places his wives at first priority; always his number one–he’s a very affectionate man, so you of course are no exception to that

I’d be surprised if you’re still insecure while being with Tengen, he’s always praising you and complimenting you SEVERAL times a day

Perhaps maybe it’s the other wives being around that makes you feel insecure? Comparing yourself to them or maybe you notice Tengen spends more time with them than with you? If so, then Tengen gets to work wiping those insecurities out of your mind QUICKLY

After all, it’s not very flashy to have your wife feeling bad about herself, he’d feel like he’s failing as a husband–he just wants you to be happy and to love yourself as much as he loves you

As for your body??? HELLOOOO you’re literally part of his big titty wife committee, he ADORES your large chest, says you’re very flashy and again, just throws many heartfelt compliments your way throughout the day

If you ever find yourself insecure with Tengen for even a moment don’t get used to it, because it won’t last very long

Do you see how gorgeous his wives are? And you get to be one of them as well? He sees not only your external beauty, but also your inner beauty

You even have three other girls to talk to about stuff whenever Tengen’s support isn’t helpful enough, it’s a whole family support system

Tengen loves you and loves to hear what’s on your mind and any wild/crazy things you want to say, so never worry about embarrassing yourself in front of him, he’d be the first one to say something embarrassing or egoistical but he doesn’t care, so you shouldn’t either!

REQUESTS ARE OPEN :D

Posted: 11/4/2022

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4izawas · 2 years

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— 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 ; 𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐨, 𝐳𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐮 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐚, 𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐚.

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 !! — the nights had grown long and cold, and what better way to warm up after two weeks of hunting demons without a break than the four of you curling into one another next to the fire hidden by trees?

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 !! — tanjiro kamado/f!reader, inosuke hashibira/f!reader, zenitsu agatsuma/f!reader.

𝐰𝐜 !! — 3.25k.

𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 !! — nsfw ; minors dni.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 !! — canon noncompliant, long haired zenitsu, long haired tanjiro, long haired inosuke, demon slayer!reader, forest sex, polyamory, previously established relationship, biting, licking, kissing, mxm, fxm, fxmxmxm, hair pulling, begging, growling, competition play, domesticity mentions.

— 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐦𝐞 !!

“Are we almost home yet? I’m tired.”

After hours of walking together after a less than stellar hunt for demons that ended with all four of them bruised and banged up, you all were finally going home. The two demons that turned out to be a nest of at least thirty plus the two strongest ones had kicked their asses for a good hour or so before you had finally managed to send her blade through the neck of the male nest leader. The female demon had followed her partner in death thanks to Zenitsu’s quick movements, and the panicked scurrying from the other demons at the sight of their leaders’ bodies lying decapitated made it more than easy for the four of you to kill the rest of them and set out for home.

“Inosuke, you and I both know that you know the woods around our house like the back of your hand — does this look like the wooded area that surrounds our house?” Tanjiro’s voice, usually so soft and easy, was sharp and annoyed, and he didn’t even look back at the man carrying his boar’s head under his arm. Of course, it wasn’t like he was wrong — he’d caught sight of Inosuke chasing you through the trees, oftentimes with both of you naked and always with Inosuke’s long hair whipping behind him, more than he could ever remember as he did yardwork or hung up laundry; Inosuke had also made sure to learn the lay of the land after they moved there and while they built their house so he’d know every possible place to look if someone got lost.

“Yeah, Inosuke, don’t be dumb,” Zenitsu mutters, still clutching a hand to his aching ribs. Already put out by how Tanjiro had responded, Inosuke lets out a low growl and lunges at him, and the pair both drop what they’re holding and tussle around on the ground while arguing. Zenitsu’s long hair, normally put together in a blocky braid, is messed up immediately as he’s slammed into the forest floor while he wrestles with his lover. Tanjiro groans then drops his own gear and joins them, initially trying to pull them apart but eventually getting so annoyed once his own long hair ( that you had taken special care to put together into a bun ) was ruined that he can’t help but join in, snarling soft-handed insults that get thrown back in his face. It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence, the three men arguing and/or wrestling each other, and they weren’t actually trying to hurt each other, but it still annoyed the fourth member of their relationship all the same.

“All three of you, stop it!” you finally snarled, making the three freeze in place from their spots on the ground. Dirt is smeared over their clothes and faces, and Inosuke’s boar’s head mask is laying discarded about a foot away from them. “We’re all fucking tired, this hunt was shitty, so let’s set up camp for the night and finish the trek back tomorrow. Don’t take your feelings out on each other like a bunch of children.” The three men each had the common decency to look ashamed and didn’t say another word for a while, even after you had decided on a nice spot of flat ground to set up camp in. Tanjiro just quietly started a fire and tended to it in between setting up the area they were going to sleep in while Zenitsu went to get water from the creek he’d heard nearby, Inosuke hunted whatever animals he felt like eating meat from, and you unpacked what few vegetables the four of you had left to prepare for a less than perfect dinner.

Before long everyone had come back from their respective duties, Zenitsu with more than enough water and Inosuke with a buck slung over his shoulders, and everyone had sat down to prepare what they could. Zenitsu began boiling the water that he’d brought back, and Tanjiro began peeling whatever vegetables you placed in front of him while you chose from the herbs and seasonings that you’d managed to gather over the past few weeks and Inosuke began dutifully skinning the buck he’d killed, his fingers rummaging through the soft underbelly and pulling out the innards with a seasoned understanding of how the dirty job worked. All of this was done in silence save the natural sounds of the forest, the crackling of the fire, and the bubbling of the water in the pot atop it; normally the silence would be broken by the four of them happily conversing, but the two weeks the four of them had spent together had worn them all down, it seemed.

The silence continues in an almost overbearing way until you’re surprised by the feeling of a big, callused hand slipping its way beneath the waistband of your pants, carefully teasing your clothed pussy until a small wet spot soaked through the fabric enough for the man behind you to feel it. His fingers hooked around your panties and swiftly met your hot pussy, not hesitating for a second before plunging into your wet heat. You let out a cry at the feeling of being filled, and the heavy growl behind you is the only thing you need to hear to know just who was teasing you like this.

Inosuke’s thick fingers curl teasingly against your insides, and you can hear him chuckling as your breathing gets short and shaky, your hips rolling into his touch as he pulls you closer and closer to orgasm. The work-roughened pads of his fingers dance across the sensitive spot hidden inside you. “Fuck, fuck, fuck — ‘Nosuke, please, ‘m gonna cum-!” you whine, and he just laughs quietly behind you.

“That’s the plan,” he says, kissing gently at your pulse point and sucking at a sensitive spot on your neck as you grind down into his touch.

“F-Fuck, yes, yes! C-Cumming!” you moan, nearly grabbing the hot rim of the pot before he stops you and holds you tight against himself as your body trembles and shakes through your climax.

“Inosuke, wait until we get home instead of getting even dirtier in the woods,” Tanjiro chides through a smile, interrupting the ‘moment’ while watching with slightly dilated pupils as Inosuke brings his glistening hand up to his mouth and begins to lick your cum from his fingertips.

“Sorry, was hungry’nd didn't wanna wait,” he grins, and Tanjiro’s cheeks redden slightly and his pupils dilate more; he can smell the scent of his female lover’s arousal and cum seeping through the silk cloth of her panties as she shakily stirred the venison stew that she’d hastily thrown together, and his cock ached in his pants at the thought of getting home and fucking her until neither of them could walk. The smell of precum leaking into both Inosuke and Zenitsu’s underwear on either side of him gets him harder in his own pants, and he digs his teeth into his bottom lip. Later, he thinks to himself as the flavour dots of blood that welled up once he bit down hard enough exploded against his taste buds, I can wait until later.

They were warm now, all curled up together in the grass and leaves. Inosuke ran as hot as a small furnace like always, and even though he wasn’t as cold as he could have been Tanjiro found himself taking part in the drowsy tumble to try and press close to him where he lay in the middle of the sleep pile that the four of you always found yourselves in, whether at home in the massive custom bed that Zenitsu himself had had commissioned in the city closest to where you all lived; it fit you all easily with more than enough room to spare, and you all had your set spots in it, but when you were all out in the wilds for work sleep was essentially a free for all for best spot, just like tonight had been. You and Zenitsu had both gotten closest to Inosuke tonight, with you taking the warmest spot by sandwiching yourself between both Inosuke and Tanjiro himself, and it eased Tanjiro’s mind knowing that you were safely sheltered by both his and one of his other lovers’ bodies, and through easing his mind it eased him into a deep, comfortable sleep.

An hour or so later he blinks the sleep out of his eyes wearily, both exhausted and confused as to what had woken him up. Your chest was pressed to his with your back comfortably against Inosuke’s with the other man snoring away with one of his arms thrown over Zenitsu’s waist. The moon is high in the night sky, swimming amongst a sea of stars and signalling that he was supposed to be sleeping, but he tiredly peers into the darkness in fear that some unknown threat had awoken him.

Instead he’s shocked fully awake by the sound of you whining and the feeling of you palming him through his underwear, your knowing fingers playing with his hardened bulge in ways that only you knew how. He bucks up into your touch instinctively, his eyes squeezing shut as you teasingly rub your thumb over his sensitive cockhead through the cloth of his underwear, and he moans softly. He gets a giggle in return and his eyes shoot open as you sit up and began pulling at the waist of his pants. Staring at you in the dark, he can see the way your eyes glitter in the moonlight and he gets lost in them as he lifts his hips and helps you get his pants down, his thick cock springing free and slapping wetly against his toned stomach. His hands find their way onto your hips and settle there as you straddle him and line your entrance up with his length, and he faintly laughs on the inside as he remembers how he’d told himself to wait.

I guess it’s technically later, he thinks right before you sink down onto him, taking him all and completely wiping out his thought process as his eyes widen from the feeling of his aching length being surrounded by your wet heat. His immediate reaction is to sit up and throw one thick arm around your waist while holding himself up with the other as your happy sigh fills the cool hair in the form of a soft white puff; rocking against him at first, you begin to easily bounce on his cock and throw your arms around his shoulders, holding him close and whimpering against his neck as his tip rubs along your sweet spot with each bounce.

A sudden jolt rouses Zenitsu from his deep sleep, the blonde brushing his long, messy bangs up and out of his eyes while he looks over his shoulder to see what one earth had woken him. His eyes widen and he tenses up when he sees the way you’re gripping onto Tanjiro’s shoulders and him to your waist, the thick muscles of his lover’s thighs tensing and rippling almost hypnotically as he takes control and thrusts up into your body. Tanjiro’s deep groans fill the air and soft cries fall from your lips, muffled by his shoulder when you gently bite into it to keep from being too loud, and Zenitsu shakily palms at his own bulge for some sense of relief when he hears the borderline beast-like growl that falls from Tanjiro’s mouth through clenched teeth at the feeling of your own digging into his shoulder.

He watches for a bit longer, mentally debating over whether or not he was willing to interrupt them to join in before the ache in his underwear beneath the blanket he was sharing with Inosuke makes the decision for him. Before he’s even really aware of what he’s doing he’s already by where you and Tanjiro are grinding together, kicking his underwear from where they’d tangled around his ankles and letting his thick cock slap against your lips, poking gently against your tongue when it hits right as you cry out. Your eyes widen and your tongue instinctively swirls around his sensitive cockhead as he whimpers and thrusts shakily into your mouth, all while Tanjiro nips his way across your heaving chest and collarbones. The three of you more or less collapse into a mess of limps, scratches, kisses and bites, groaning loudly without a care in the world thanks to the fact that all three of you knew the only other person in these woods was Inosuke, who was sleeping a little bit aways from you all — or was, considering the blanket was now crumpled up into a tiny tangled mess at the foot of the little nest the four of you had been sleeping in.

Your shrill shriek echoes through the woods, muffled by Zenitsu’s length as he greedily rolls his hips up into your face, his balls slapping hard enough to sting as they strike against your chin as Tanjiro fucks up into you slower and Inosuke begins tonguing at your asshole through a deep chuckle while one handedly opening a bottle of oil, his other hand holding one of your asscheeks apart from the other so he could bury his face between them. Once the top of the bottle of oil pops off and goes flying somewhere into the nearby trees and he decides he’s tasted enough of you, he coats two of his fingers in the oil and begins teasingly prodding at your asshole, careful to follow Tanjiro’s manic thrusts so he didn’t hurt you. With a groan, Tanjiro’s thrusts stutter to a stop, giving Inosuke the chance he was waiting for to properly stretch your hole.

“So much for waiting ‘til we got home, huh?” he asks teasingly, aggressively scissoring his fingers in your ass and making you wail into the root of Zenitsu’s cock as the blond continues fucking your face.

Tanjiro shrugs, a blush heating up his cheeks. “Just hurry up and stick your cock in her,” he mumbles, and she whimpers around Zenitsu’s pulsing length; he was close, you could tell, and it only made you clench around Tanjiro’s cock, because you wanted his heavy load to slide down your throat, wanted to roll the thick cream around in your mouth. Tanjiro growled at the feeling, and as Inosuke spread even more oil along his own cock he said, “If you don’t fucking do it now, you won’t get to at all.”

“Fine, fine — hypocrite,” Inosuke grumbles, pressing the fat head of his slicked up cock against your twitching asshole before carefully pressing it inside, your eyes widening at the feeling of such a full pressure inside — and he wasn’t even all the way in yet!

One of Inosuke’s callus-roughened hands palms and squeezes at her ass as he pushes his length all the way to the hilt inside her, and then he rears a hand back and sends it crashing down across her asscheeks. A high pitch squeal is muffled by Zenitsu’s cock, and he moans shakily as the vibrations travel up his sensitive flesh.

“F-Fuck — fuck, yes!” he grunts, the speed of his thrusts quickening as he approaches orgasm, and the sight below him of his two boyfriends and his girlfriend all roiling together in a moaning, fucking mess gets to him. He withdraws from her mouth and fists his spit-slicked cock feverishly, his cheeks burning with exertion as he lowly rambles, “Gonna cum — oh fuck, oh gods, oh fuck! So good, so hot — baby!”

You close your eyes and open your mouth just in time for three shots of cum to land inside while the rest splatters across your face, dripping down your foreheads and cheeks like hot, thick rain. A hot tongue licks up a line of Zenitsu’s trickling cum from your face before a hand turns your face into a searing open-mouthed kiss that makes the ever-present knot in your tummy tighten that much more, and gentle thumbs wipe away the cum on your eyelids so you can open your eyes again. You lay your eyes on Inosuke, who currently has his tongue in your mouth, and your tongues toy around with Zenitsu’s cum while the blond drops to his knees and nips at a moaninn Tanjiro’s jawline, the man you were riding gripping Zenitsu’s chin and turning him to face him before kissing him as well. Your body, Inosuke’s, and Tanjiro’s still roll together heatedly, with Zenitsu’s quick fingers pinching and scratching at whatever sensitive spots they could reach.

As you and Inosuke both swallow down an even share of the cum you’d caught in your mouth, Zenitsu breaks apart from Tanjiro so he can kiss you, his mouth and cheeks hot from the excitement the four of you were sharing. Inosuke and Tanjiro both lean over you so they can kiss as well, and you whine into your kiss with Zenitsu as the two men still buried inside you pick up the pace.

You wail into Zenitsu’s mouth, faintly thinking about pouting as he kisses you harder, then screech as Inosuke and Tanjiro’s formerly opposing thrusts get so messy that they sync up. You scream and moan into Zenitsu’s mouth until you pull away by throwing your head back with a desperate cry, and he latches his mouth onto Inosuke’s neck and begins to suck at a sensitive spot there, making your beast of a man cry out for the first time rather than grunt and whisper out how good it felt. He shoots a hand back from where it had rested on your hip, and he closes it tightly around Zenitsu’s cock, jerking it hard despite how sensitive he knew the blond was. Zenitsu fell against his back with a cry, and Inosuke laughed breathily as his thrusts grew even sloppier than before. He could feel his balls drawing up, and he fought the urge to let his eyes cross, unlike Tanjiro who was more than willing to let his own roll back in his head as he came with a loud cry.

The feeling of Tanjiro filling you up with cum and Inosuke continuing to fuck you with the stamina of some rabid beast is what finally sets you off, and you cum with a strangled moan. Your noises, mixed with Tanjiro’s groans and Zenitsu’s high pitched cries, echo through the trees, startling some birds and no doubt sending other game running through the brush. Your pussy clenches around Tanjiro’s length, milking it of all the cum it could spare, and as he pulls out so he can watch the flood of his cum follow Inosuke lets out a hoarse roar and fills up your ass, the feeling of Tanjiro’s twitching dick sliding along the sensitive underside of his own through the thin layer of flesh between your ass and pussy being too much.

His orgasm also lets him lose control of his grip, which tightens exponentially around Zenitsu’s cock and triggers the blond’s second orgasm; he cries out as his hot cum splatters across all of your bodies before collapsing into the pile of limbs and teeth, tiredly allowing you to weakly nibble at his ear as you’re all ushered back to the area where you were supposed to be sleeping.

It’s still late. The moon is still high and surrounded by stars. And the four of you still have quite the trek to make before you reach home.

𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐨𝐜𝐭. 𝟑 ; 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐱. 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 © { 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐 } 𝐛𝐲 𝐗𝐈𝐀𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐂. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭.

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aoizaraka · 10 months

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☆“you’re no good for me, but, baby i want you.”

STATUS: requests open

—ABOUT ME;

◦Aoi◦20◦intp◦libra◦any prns

—MOST POPULAR FIC/S;

BUNGO STRAY DOGS:

FYODOR WITH AN INTELLIGENT!S/O

LOVESTRUCK

KIMETSU NO YAIBA:

JEALOUS UZUI W/ HIS WIFE!S/O

—CREATOR’S FAVORITE/S;

TOKYO REVENGERS:

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BUNGO STRAY DOGS:

FYODOR WITH AN INTELLIGENT!S/O

—FANDOMS I WRITE FOR;

bsd, tr, mtp, tbhk, black butler, kny, death note & tpn

—CHARACTERS I’M CURRENTLY WRITING FOR [updates from time to time]

bsd - chuuya, dazai, kunikida, atsushi, kenji (plat.), ranpo, yosano, fyodor, nikolai, poe, ango, shibusawa, natsume

tr - mikey, chifuyu, baji, takemichi, hina, yuzuha, senju, draken, smiley

mtp - william, louis, albert, sherlock, james (bond)

tbhk - hanako, tsukasa, kou, teru, aoi (m&f), sakura

black butler - ciel, grell, vincent, sebastian, claude

kny - tanjiro, zenitsu, kanao, shinobu, giyuu, obanai, mitsuri, akaza

RULES ⋆

no requesting of smut, however, I allow suggestive content.

being rude while req? np. request declined<3

only gn/nobinary or fem can be requested, (sorry, it’s just that I get rlly confused when writing male readers!)

au’s are fine as long as it isn’t medieval or p—rn star au.

poly relationships are fine [in fact I like writing it, lol.]

on-going fic/hc list ✧ aoizaraka

ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴛʜɪs ʙʟᴏɢ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢs ᴛᴏ @aoizaraka . ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴘᴏsᴛ ᴀɴʏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴏʀ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ɪɴsᴘɪʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ/ʀᴇғᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇs ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪssɪᴏɴ.

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shxtodxroki · 10 months

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Btw this is me announcing that I'm officially opening requests for Demon Slayer/KNY as well lol, I'll post masterlists and update my guidelines and such tomorrow but feel free to send in your Demon Slayer/KNY requests if you have any! :D

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cosmicn3ptune · 2 years

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𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭 💕 𝐊𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐬𝐮 𝐧𝐨 𝐘𝐚𝐢𝐛𝐚

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 💗

(Please also specify if you want your character to be a top or bottom!!) Spam this pretty please :)

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

B = Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partners)

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

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying)

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

H = Hair (How well-groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect.)

J = Jack off (Masturbation Headcanon)

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

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

N = No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

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

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

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

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

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

T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

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

W = Wild Card (A random headcanon for the character)

X = X-ray (Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

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

Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterward)

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kazumiwrites-fanfiction · 1 year

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Demon Slayer Masterlist

❦ Last updated: 04/09/23

All works are as gender-neutral as possible unless explicitly stated.

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nejiverse · 10 months

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‘FAMILY’ REUNION

Douma, Akaza, Kokushibo

In which Y/n sees everyone again after a long time. Based on the scene in the infinity castle. Fem! Reader

cw: nothing really, our boys here have a soft spot for y/n, suggestive if you squint really hard, reader is upper rank 2 and everyone else is pushed down a rank except for Kokushibo

850 words

"Where's my Y/n-chan~", Douma whined, looking around the infinity castle.

"Your Y/n?", Akaza clicked his tongue. "She doesn't even like you".

Gyokko nodded to the corner. "She's over there taking a damn nap", he shook his head at her hopelessness. "Upper rank two my ass".

Douma looked at where Gyokko was nodding towards where he saw Y/n, who was sleeping in a fetal position with her hands tucked against her chest.

Douma snickered with a hand up to his mouth. "I know what'll wake her up!".

The blondie approached her and squatted down.

His hand gripped her jaw, gently squeezing her cheeks which caused her mouth to fall open.

He proceeded use his index and middle finger to prod her mouth open before sliding them into her mouth.

Douma giggled as Y/n furrowed her brow as he stuck them all the way to the back of her mouth.

Once Y/n felt his sharp nails graze her throat, he eyes fell wide open, only to be met with Douma's sultry smirk that she knew all to well flashing down at her.

Y/n bit down hard on his two fingers. Really hard. To the point where she bit them off.

"Ouch Y/nn!", Douma frowned albeit his fingers regenerating immediately after.

Y/n sat up and let out a yawn before observing her surroundings. Everyone was here now except Muzan. She stretched her arms up, making her kimono fall off her shoulders a bit.

"You're so mean to me!", Douma sulked.

"Oh my sincerest apologies lord Douma!", she exclaimed, standing up and clasping her two hands together. "I'm not sure what came over me, but I should know my place", she inched towards the man, her chest against his and her eyes locked on his own, a pleading look plastered on her face while Douma looked down at her in amusement.

"I'd do anything for your forgiveness!", a grin slowly grew on her lips as she relaxed her eyebrows. "...Is what you would've wanted me to say, right?".

She laughed and backed away from him, the fact that his smug look was still plastered on his face annoyed her. "I'll leave that to your cult members".

Douma narrowed his eyes. "Got quite a mouth on you, don't you? Someone should teach you what to do with it".

Gyokko scoffed. "I can't even tell if they're flirting or arguing".

Y/n decided it was best to ignore Douma's comment and her eyes brightened upon seeing Akaza.

She enveloped him into a hug that made him unsteady on his feet, a blush immediately coating the apples of his cheeks.

"Akaza! Long time no see”.

Douma folded his arms childishly as Akaza looked at him with an overconfident, smug look as he spat his tongue out. Everyone knew Akaza was her favourite.

Despite this, poor Akaza was still weak to the touch of any woman.

“Oh yeah, I got you a present”, Y/n reached into her kimono, Akaza averting his gaze at anything else he could find.

She lifted his arm from his side and opened up his palm, placing the box into his hand.

“Open it! Open it!”.

When he did just that, he blinked at her. It was a hairpin.

“Are you sure this is for me?”, he sweatdropped.

“Of course it is! It goes with your hair colour so I got it for you”, she took it out of the box and stuck it in his hair.

Akaza smiled sweetly moving to stand behind her smaller figure. He took the hairpin out of his hair and put it in hers.

“I appreciate it but I believe it’ll look better on you”.

“Aw but lord Akaza, it suits you! It really brought out your eyes too~”, Douma burst out into laughter, holding his stomach.

“Don’t piss me off”, Akaza seethed between his clenched teeth. Suddenly, Douma’s bottom part of his face was destroyed by Akaza’s fist.

Douma smiled as his face regenerated. “Whoa! That was some punch! A bit stronger than before, would you say, lord Akaza?”.

*splat*

The same fist Akaza used to hit Douma was severed by Kokushibo.

“Akaza”, he spoke. “You always go too far”.

“lord Kokushibo!”, Y/n bounced happily around him.

Kokushibo turned his head to her and brought his hands up to her chest, fixing her kimono so that it was up over her shoulders again.

“You shouldn’t let your kimono slip down like that, you’re a lady”.

She placed her hands on her hips. “Alright dad”, she mocked before smiling again.

“Aw it’s like a family reunion seeing all of you again!”.

“W-where have you been all this time?”, Hantengu asked.

Y/n hopped onto Kokushibo’s shoulders, patting his head which took the demon’s by surprise at the fact that he was allowing it.

“It’s a secret”, she brought a finger up to her lips.

It was evident that Muzan had arrived when Kokushibo lifted Y/n down and teleported back to where he was sitting originally.

“Family reunion over!”.

Masterlist :)

a/n: also the last episode was a damn masterpiece, as an anime only for demon slayer i was genuinely scared nezuko was gonna die 😭

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flametrashiraarchive · 9 months

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Can I request n/sfw headcanons for muzan x non violent demon reader?

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YES YES YES

Okay so you know this got my cogs turning and it ended up being more of a short story instead of headcanons lol. And yeah, I went with the idea of the reader being a demon who can draw strength from Muzan in... other ways 😏

Also this was an excellent excuse for me to write a "Muzan losing his composure and coming completely undone" fic so thank you thank you thank you 🛐

I hope you like it!

NSFW under the cut!

Succor - Muzan x Reader

(Non-violent demon reader, GN!Reader)

You were a curiosity. Another demon who did not consume human flesh– only the third such demon Muzan had heard of in a thousand years, and the only one of those three who wasn't actively revolting against him.

However, the thought did occur to him to simply dispose of you. You were defective after all, still clinging to your humanity. And you were weak too; slowly starving.

Muzan had no use for you… and yet… and yet…

Perhaps it was simple morbid curiosity, or perhaps it was the wasted potential he saw in you. Before he transformed you into a demon you were beautiful, but once imbued with his strength and blood, you were divine… magnificent. And you were frittering that gift away.

"Explain yourself to me," he said as you knelt before him, barely clinging to your senses while he sat, poised and elegant as ever. "Why are you suffering like this for the sake of mortals? Why do you refuse to consume humans?"

"It's repulsive," you answered. He could hear the weakness in your voice even as you stared defiantly back at him.

The only blood you had ever consumed was Muzan's at the moment of your creation, and your body seemed to recognize that. The hunger in your eyes was palpable. It thrummed in the air between you. Your survival depended on getting more of it. You craved it.

Your stubbornness was obvious too, and if the past thousand years had taught him anything it was that minds like yours could not be changed with violence and threats. No, he had to win you over gently. He would have to love you into becoming the monster he needed. He would adore you into submission.

He leaned forward in his seat and placed two fingers beneath your chin, tilting your face toward him. "You would be a very special demon if you would only feed."

Oh, your hunger was dizzying. You were fighting so hard to retain your composure. He slowly dragged his thumb across your lower lip, relishing the way your eyes closed in response to his touch.

You were lovely, despite your defects.

"Eat," he said, his lips so close to yours he could feel the warmth of your breath on his skin. "Please. I do not wish to see you fade away."

He placed a tender kiss on your lips, and another and another. You were so fragile, so drained.

Then something in you switched.

His eyes widened as you suddenly gripped the back of his head, pulling him to you with a ferocity he did not think you were capable of.

Overpowering you still would have been easy; as simple as swatting away a gnat. But this sudden burst of strength was intriguing. You kissed him deeper and deeper, your tongue easing past his lips as a soft, satisfied moan emerged from you.

Something twinged, low in Muzan's belly. It had been centuries since he felt anything akin to desire, but you were seemingly intent on unraveling him. With every passing second your passion blazed hotter… and your strength was growing.

Your fingers clung to him with an iron grip, as if your very survival hinged on his kiss. His crimson eyes widened once more as the realization hit him– you were in fact drawing strength from kissing him. It seemed his saliva had the same effect on your demonic body as his blood.

He kissed you deeper still, intrigued and excited by your newfound vigor. After a thousand years of living, Muzan had assumed he had seen everything, but there you were, proving him wrong. You were so greedy for it too, your kisses so passionate and hungry they made the world tilt a little.

He pulled back to examine you. "My dear, I–"

His breath caught in his throat as your hands went straight to the fastening of his trousers. Your eyes were near black with primal hunger as you pulled out his semi-hard cock. You wrapped your lips around it without hesitation and began to suck his tip.

"Ohh~" Muzan choked out, gripping the sides of the seat as your tongue swirled around the head of his dick and teased his slit.

It didn't take long for him to go from semi-hard to achingly erect. The power you wielded over his body, his helpless involuntary reaction; it was humiliating. And yet he did nothing to stop you. His breaths shivered out of him as he fought with everything he had not to buck his hips up into your mouth so you would take him all.

"How… dare… y– nghh…" his back arched as you palmed his balls, and wrapped your other hand around the base of his cock, milking him with that same hunger you had while kissing him.

Oh gods, that was it, wasn't it? You wanted his seed, you needed it to sustain your continued perverse existence. You would not consume human flesh but you would draw power from him instead.

"You filthy little thing," he whispered through gritted teeth as you lapped up each bead of precum dripping from his cock.

Your eyes were no longer lifeless; they glittered with vitality.

Muzan's thighs trembled as your lips slid up and down his shaft , taking him to the very back of your throat, licking and sucking like the greedy degenerate you were.

The wooden arm rests of the seat creaked and splintered beneath Muzan's fingers as he squeezed them, gasping as the pressure in his core became unbearable and he drew closer and closer to release.

"You want it, don't you… hm? Ohh, yes, you want my cum. I'm going… I'm going to give it… to… y–" He gasped for air, shattering the arm rest entirely. "Ohhh… ffffuck…"

He came undone, deep, guttural cries emerging from him as you swallowed his spend with fervor until he was sure he had nothing left.

And then you kept on sucking.

"M-more…" you growled as you continued to lap at his overstimulated cock, pressing your hand to his belly and holding him down.

His hand darted up to the wall above his head with such force the wood shattered beneath his palm as he released a choked cry. Gods, what were you other than his undoing? The pathetic, broken sounds of his whimpers enraged him but he would not stop you.

Heat prickled across his entire body. His face was flushed and gleaming with a fine mist of sweat which only added to his humiliation. All that strength and power, yet he was helpless as you sucked his cock.

"Damn you, damn you…hhhgh…"

His second orgasm tore through him like a beast with its claws drawn. Your greedy mouth claimed him entirely, swallowing down every drop of his essence as he came again.

"Ohh Gods… oh Gods you filthy wretch…" his body shuddered as his pleasure waned and you finally ceased your sucking.

Still, you gazed at him and audaciously lapped his tip, ensuring you'd got every last drop. And when you were finally satisfied you sat back, as a contented smile spread across your lips.

Muzan took your face between his hands and inspected you. Your eyes were burning with vitality. Your skin was flushed and warm. You were rejuvenated completely, as if you had consumed a hundred mortal souls.

Your beauty and power were unlike anything he had ever seen. Such a curiosity.

"Fascinating," he whispered as his pulse slowly returned to normal. "Yes, I think I'll keep you here with me."

Further study was most definitely required.

#muzan kibutsuji #kimetsu no yaiba muzan #lord muzan #muzan x y/n #muzan x you #muzan x reader #kny muzan #demon slayer muzan #muzan smut #muzan kny #dom!reader #sub!muzan

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softxsuki · 11 months

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Hi! Hope you’re doing well. I was hoping i could make a urgent request for something? :)

TW - Self harm

I’ve been clean from sh for a few weeks now but I recently lost count of how long It’s been, and for some weird way that just makes me want to relapse even more. My head is just too loud lately and I’m still dealing with a loss of a friend so everything is just really hard lately. It makes me feel weak and even more undeserving of every good thing I have in my life. As if I don’t deserve to be sad about anything just because I have all the necessitates to survive.

If I could, I was hoping to make an urgent request with Rengoku? With what he would do to comfort gn reader after he finds out that they self harm. A small scenario I had in mind is if he like, accidentally nudges reader’s arm, hitting one of their still-healing sh wounds. And Rengoku, being the sweet guy he is, gets curious and gets reader to tell him about it so he can comfort them

Of course, if you for any reason don’t want to write it, feel free to ignore this, but if you do decide on writing it, take your time and thank you so much in advance :)

Rengoku Comforting Reader with Self-Harm

PLEASE DON'T READ IF MENTIONS OF SH WILL MAKE YOU RELAPSE AND DO YOU MORE HARM THAN GOOD

Pairing: Rengoku x Gn!Reader

Warnings: mention of self-harm, wounds, scars, feeling down

Genre: Comfort

Post-Type: Headcanons

Word Count: 910

Summary: In which Rengoku finds out that you've self-harmed and gives you his support in response

[A/N: Hey! I'm sorry you lost a friend! That's never easy, but it does get better as the days pass so hang in there. I promise it gets better. Thank you for trusting me with your urgent request! I've decided to write all my urgent requests as headcanons because it helps me write them a little fast for you guys, so I hope that's okay! I do hope that this provides you with some comfort through the tough time you're having right now. I'm here if you ever need anything <3. Enjoy!]

Rengoku:

As we all know, Rengoku is the sweetest man out there–he’s literally perfect

So essentially, he’d have a perfect reaction to this of course

You were outside with him, doing some sparring with a few swords he had hanging around; it’s something the two of you did together for fun whenever he wasn’t actively on duty as a Hashira

It gave him the chance to train you so you could defend yourself a little if a demon were to approach you while he wasn’t around, but you found yourself enjoying the quality time together, doing something he has dedicated his life to

Though as he steps behind you to correct your stance, grabbing your wrist to fix the way your arms are positioned, you wince back in pain

Self-harm was a way you dealt with the pain in your life–it had become something you’d relied on in your loneliest, darkest moments

Specifically moments when Rengoku wasn’t around, like that night when he had to rush off to fight a demon in a neighboring village

Things had been hard aside from always having to be away from him, so this was your way out

Rengoku releases you immediately, and apologizes for hurting you

He initially thinks he accidentally grabbed your wrist too hard, but the guilty look on your face proves otherwise

“I’m sorry,” he apologizes anyways with sincerity. He had been the cause of your pain, whether it was because he held you too tightly or not, he wanted to apologize…and maybe his apology ran even deeper than that

“No, you didn’t do anything wrong! I’m sorry for being over dramatic like that,” you don’t want him to feel bad for something that you did on your own

Your fresh wounds were still throbbing from the sudden contact, but you tried to hold in the pain

Rengoku doesn’t respond, but gently, he holds out a hand, signaling for you to pass him your arm

“May I?” He asks, wanting to see the wound for himself

You hesitate, you trusted this man with your life, so why were you questioning whether this was okay or not?

You knew he’d never treat you differently or make you feel bad about doing what you did to yourself–if anything maybe he could offer a solution…

You decide to allow him to see your arm quickly before you changed your mind and chickened out

He lifts your sleeve slowly and beholds the jagged lines on your arms–proof of the turmoil that’s been clouding your mind over the past few months–evidence that you had been fighting a battle within yourself

Rengoku’s face stays the same, a small smile graces his lips as he looks at you, not an ounce of judgment within them, just love, like usual

“I see you’ve been fighting some pretty hefty battles on your own. A warrior just like me…though it seems your fight has been much more difficult than mine. Please allow me to treat your wounds from battle just like you’ve done for me so many times.”

You agree wordlessly, allowing him to softly wrap your wounds and treat them so they stop throbbing

A comfortable, yet heavy silence falls between you both

“I’m sorry…” you apologize once again, scared of what was going through his head, but Rengoku was honest and sincere as he looked at you with a smile like he always did–nothing had changed

“There’s nothing to be sorry for. I am the one who’s sorry–for having you fight this battle on your own. If you allow it, I’d like to know why.” He was genuinely curious, not meaning to sound nosey or judgemental at all

So you do

You open up to him about everything that has been eating away at you for a while now; from the smallest of things to the overwhelming things–you said it all

And he listened to every word silently, nodding along and humming in acknowledgment, wanting you to know that he was following what you were telling him

“I suppose life can be overwhelming, sometimes it throws everything on us all at once. I’ve been in your shoes before. Feeling like everything was against me and feeling utterly alone in my household until I eventually found my place with the Hashira, but things at home were always cold. I know this is just one chapter in your life that will move on. And as any chapter goes, this is something that will become your strength in the future. Something you’ll learn from as you grow into an amazing person. I know it. Just know that I’m here and you’ll never be alone. No matter who leaves, I’ll always stay.”

They were words you really needed to hear. Knowing that he wasn’t upset about what you did and was still willing to give you his support meant the world to you

“Thank you…I’m still working on it. I keep falling back into these old habits, no matter how much I don’t want to do it and end up regretting it afterwards,” you explain

“No need to be so hard on yourself,” he ruffles your hair and leaves a comforting hand on your shoulder, “These things take time. Healing internally is a huge battle, but I won’t let you go through it alone. You’ll get through this.”

No matter how hard the days ahead of you got, it was comforting knowing that at least you weren’t going through it alone

Rengoku would always have your back

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Posted: 6/8/2023

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flametrashira · 6 months

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Burning for You

Pairing: Kyojuro x f!reader

Summary: The demon you and the flame hashira slay together releases its blood demon art upon death. Inhaling the red smoke makes both you and Kyojuro insatiable for each other, but neither of you are willing to risk your friendship to satisfy your burning desires. Not without a fight, anyway.

Content guidance: NSFW. Kind of sex pollen trope but non-lethal and both reader and Kyojuro are in full control of themselves, just really REALLY horny for each other. Masturbation. Frantic, noisy, sloppy, desperate sex. Oral sex (reader receiving) Approx 4.8k words

Several emotions blossomed in Kyojuro’s chest as you cut through the demon's neck, ending the battle. Relief that the fight was over and you were unscathed. Pride that you, his dear friend, had been the one to land the killing blow. Envy that your footing had seemed so effortlessly perfect during the final strike. And concern at the strange red cloud forming around you both as the demon withered to ash.

“Don’t breathe it in,” he said, but it was too late. He could taste the strange flavor at the back of his mouth– slightly spicy, almost like ginger.

Your nose scrunched as you grimaced, clearly tasting it too. “Is this its blood demon art?”

“Possibly. It's not unheard of for a demon to unleash a last-ditch attack upon death.” He covered his mouth and nose with the edge of his flaming haori to minimize the amount he inhaled. “Come, we shouldn't hang about.”

The flame hashira walked at your side as you headed out of the grove and back toward your camp where a small group of lower-ranked slayers and kakushi waited. The heat at the back of his throat lingered. With every step it grew a little more intense, spreading to the back of his neck, then up to his cheeks and down to his chest. Eventually, even his total concentration breathing constant failed him as he struggled to fill his lungs. A glance over at you told him you fared no better. Your cheeks were flushed, your skin shimmering with sweat.

“Stop,” he said, his concern evident in his tone. “Let me take a look at you.”

You did as he asked as he cupped your face between his hands, your cheeks burning against the tough skin of his palms. Your pupils were dilated as you gazed back at him, your breaths shallow and unsatisfying. It was clear you had both been poisoned somehow.

“Kyojuro…” You didn’t just speak his name, you moaned it, snapping him from his thoughts.

His lips were an inch from yours, the warmth of your breath gently wafting against his skin, and your bodies were tightly pressed together.

Oh.

“Oh!” He darted back, horrified at his actions. What on earth was he thinking? A deep, unfamiliar ache gathered in the pit of his belly. “My friend! Please forgive me. I– Goodness, I–I don’t know what happened. I’m so sorry!”

“No, no… there’s nothing to forgive. I think I moved in toward you too.” You swept your arm across your glistening brow and shook your head. “Kyojuro… I think the demon’s blood demon art may have been a… uh… an aphrodisiac.”

His eyes widened. You were right, there was no doubt about it. Though he didn’t have much– any experience with intimacy, he knew what it felt like when he was aroused. And this was like that tenfold. His cock twitched needily as your eyes met his. He wanted you. He wanted you so badly, every inch of his body ached with desire.

The knowledge that you were feeling it too was almost enough to bring him off by itself.

“We just need to ride it out–ah! I mean endure it,” he said, his voice growing louder as panic set in. “I’m sure it’s only a temporary effect.”

"Why would a demon even have that power?"

"I imagine it's pretty useful for luring people to the de..." His words trailed off. He tried not to notice the way your breasts heaved as you tried to draw breath, or the way the buttons of your corps uniform strained to contain them. His lips parted around a gasp as a trickle of pre-cum dribbled along the underside of his erection and his cheeks grew hotter still. If he didn’t fuck you right this instant he was going to go mad.

But he wouldn’t. No, your friendship meant far too much to him, and with you also coerced by the poison like this he wouldn’t feel right about it. It was his duty to protect you, and that included from himself and his urges.

“We should head back to camp and try to sleep it off,” he said, trying to keep his voice level. “I’m sure we’ll be back to ourselves in the morning.”

“Yeah, I’m sure.” You pursed your lips and pushed out a breath, causing his dick to throb.

Gods, this was going to be hell.

There was no sleep to be had.

Even though you were on opposite sides of the campfire, he couldn’t stop imagining the weight of you on top of him, riding his cock until you both saw sparks. You always slept with your breasts unbound beneath your shirt. Even before the poison, and even though he'd always tried not to notice, they always looked so soft. Without even looking over at you he could imagine their shape.

Gods, the thought that you were suffering just as he was made his cock weep; knowing that your pussy was dripping wet, that your fingers might have been stroking your slippery, swollen clit at that very moment as you thought of him…

Kyojuro lay on his back, unable to keep his fingers from exploring the trail of wiry honey-toned curls which lead to his cock. Perhaps that was all he needed– to fuck his palm and quell his raging arousal.

But it wasn’t right. Not with the other slayers, the kakushi, and especially you so close by. Still, he had to do something.

He got up and made his way out of the camp and toward the woods, muttering something to the kakushi on guard about wanting to patrol the area.

The kakushi’s eyes widened above their face covering. “Alone? Lord Rengoku, would you like me to wake the others and have them accompany you?”

“No.” Kyojuro shook his head and continued walking, his hand curled into a fist at his side as he fought the urge to begin stroking himself there and then. “I won’t be long.”

Kyojuro stood facing the thick trunk of a tree, bracing his weight on his forearm while he fucked his hand for the third time that night.

He buried his face against the crook of his elbow, groaning as he set a frantic pace. The sheer amount of fluid drooling from his tip lubricated his fist as he pumped it back and forth. His balls were heavy and desperate for release, his breaths shuttering. He moaned your name into the night; legs trembling, abdominal muscles quivering. His blond and red hair was limp with sweat as he sought an end to the torment.

“Come on,” he hissed through his clenched teeth. There had to be an end to it. He simply couldn’t cum forever. And yet, as his climax tore through him and his legs buckled beneath him, sending him collapsing onto one knee, he found he could not stop tugging his cock.

“Oh– oh … gods…” he groaned, squeezing his eyes shut as he pulled back his foreskin and circled the slippery head with his calloused thumb. He still needed more but he couldn’t go on. There would be nothing left of him if he gave into the demands of his arousal. Three orgasms would have to do until the blood demon art wore off.

Tears of frustration pooled in his amber and crimson eyes as he tucked his throbbing erection back into his pants, positioning his waistband over the head of it so he could at least keep it concealed from the kakushi upon his return to camp. He was about half way back when he felt your presence.

It began as a shiver throughout his body, followed by a deeper ache than he’d ever known. Despite his difficulty hearing, your voice still carried to him, breathless and desperate as you sighed his name.

He knew what you were doing; he knew it was obscene of him to look, and yet he couldn’t stop himself from imagining the sight of you, lay back on the forest floor, fucking yourself with your fingers with your legs spread wide.

“Kyo…juro…” you gasped.

Oh it was wrong. It was so very wrong. He had seconds to turn around and yank down his trousers, freeing his cock before it spurted onto the forest floor completely untouched. He stifled his groans against his palm, panting helplessly as his body thrummed with pleasure.

Shame scalded his cheeks. He’d always prided himself on being respectable and trustworthy, and yet there he was, cumming at the mere sound of you fucking yourself to thoughts of him. And even as his cock stopped leaking, he still felt that desperate tug of arousal, as if only your cunt could satisfy his needs.

Gods, the thought of sinking into you… warm and wet—

No. He wouldn’t do it. He wouldn’t even think about it anymore. You were his friend.

Shoving his cock back into his trousers he set his composure and took control of his breathing once more. He wasn't some animal unable to control his instincts, he was a hashira, and he’d trained for years to have total command of his body.

The night filled with sounds of your pleasure as you reached your frantic peak, and his cock throbbed with that never-ending desire for you.

He had to get away from you before he drove himself mad. But he couldn’t. That was the problem. You were his companion, traveling at his side for at least the next few days.

He could only hope that the blood demon art wore off soon.

The next day was much the same. With the demon dead you traveled alongside Kyojuro and the rest of your party back toward HQ, a journey which would take almost a week to complete. The flame hashira was unusually quiet, his cheeks flushed as pink as yours and his normally wide and lively eyes heavy-lidded with fatigue and arousal.

You weren’t any better off. Ever since you had killed the demon your pussy had been drenched. Just the sight of Kyojuro was enough to make it throb and clench helplessly around nothing, desperate for his cock.

And it was everything about Kyojuro: the size and strength of his hands, the sound of his voice, the curve of his hips, the fullness of his chest, and the sturdiness of his thighs. And his nose. Gods, the obscene thoughts you’d had about his nose; you could practically feel him nuzzling your pussy, breathing in your scent, nudging your clit teasingly.

Fingering yourself had done nothing. Deep down you knew it had to be Kyojuro. None of the others traveling with you did anything at all for you–it was as though the stuff you had both breathed in was calling to itself, drawing you together and driving you out of your senses.

By nightfall you were exhausted down to the marrow and your need still hadn’t dwindled. You understood why but it didn’t hurt any less that Kyojuro would no longer make eye-contact with you.

Another day passed in exactly the same fashion. Then another. Even when you managed to fall asleep you dreamed of fucking him, his breath hot and heavy against you as he thrust his cock deep inside. And you always woke up with your fingers strumming your clit, your eyes drawn to the switching shape of Kyojuro on the other side of the camp, his soft moans making your toes curl as you desperately got yourself off.

The next night you found a house with a wisteria crest on its doors; a safe-house for members of the demon slayer corps where you could rest in a warm bed and clean yourselves off. Relief filled you as you slipped into the onsen and washed away the grime of your travels. But even the caress of the water was more than you could bear. Slipping into the dry, clean yukata afterward was torture.

And cruelest of all, was running straight into Kyojuro in the hallway, the collision of your bodies sending showers of sparks rushing through your veins. He was dressed similarly in a pale blue yukata, droplets of water beading down the exposed V of his chest as he made his way back to his room after bathing.

“Excuse me,” he muttered, his cheeks glowing scarlet as he tried to dart around you.

“Kyojuro!” You blurted his name, rendering him still. His distance the past few days was far more painful than the constant ache between your thighs. “This doesn’t change anything between us,” you said as you stood back-to-back with him. “You’re still my dear friend. We’ll get through this.”

You almost mistook his sharp exhale as a sob. “Even speaking to you is agony… your voice, it makes me feel–”

“Yours does to me too. I’ve tried–well, I’ve tried everything I can think of to get rid of it.”

“As have I.” He turned his head slightly toward you but thought better of it and looked away again. “Nothing helps. It’s as if…” He paused and his shoulders slumped. “No, forget it. We’ll get through this. In a couple of days we’ll reach the Butterfly Mansion and Lady Kocho can run tests to find out how to reverse the blood demon art. And I’m certain it will fade eventually.”

“And what if it doesn’t?”

He did turn then, his eyes momentarily wide with panic. “Then… then we’ll have to stop traveling together. We’ll have to be separated. Perhaps we can write to each other and still remain friends that way. Or… or perhaps–”

“No, no I don't want that!” you said, desperation evident in your voice. “Kyojuro, I don’t want to lose you.”

His expression softened, and though he was exhausted, frustrated, and afraid, he smiled. “I don’t want to lose you either. You’re important to me.”

“Then…” Your heart thrummed as your courage wavered. “Would it be so terrible if we… gave in?”

His lips parted around a heavy inhale. “I swore to myself I wouldn’t take advantage of you.”

Gods, you couldn’t stand it anymore. You were close to tears as your aching core fluttered at the sight of him. “Kyojuro… please. Please fuck me.”

A soft groan escaped him at your words. “You’re sure?”

“Yes. I’ll go mad if you don’t.”

Conflict raged behind his eyes as he pressed his lips together, his chest heaving as his breaths grew heavier. He swallowed hard. “Forgive me.”

A moment later his lips were on yours, claiming you with a kiss so ferocious it emptied your lungs and tilted the world around you. There was nothing beyond Kyojuro; his lips, his tongue, and teeth as he pressed you against his body with an iron-grip, and hoisted you up to wrap your legs around him.

You were vaguely aware that he was carrying you as you tilted your hips against his, letting the friction of his yukata press against your pussy. You heard the sigh of a shoji door sliding open then closed again, and felt the cool press of a soft futon against your back. Running your fingers across his scalp, you felt him shiver against you.

A moment later he was kissing his way down your chest, grazing your skin with his teeth as a growl emerged from deep within him.

He pulled apart your yukata, groaning as he cupped your breasts, kneading them with his broad, rough hands as his kisses trailed lower. “Tell me if it doesn’t feel good,” he gasped against your navel, inching his way down, until the wet heat of his mouth surrounded your clit.

“Fffuck,” you hissed, hips lifting off the futon as he devoured you, his tongue slippery and hot against your swollen bud.

Kyojuro looked so pretty as he licked your pussy, his honeyed eyes half-lidded, drunk on the taste of you. As if he'd heard your secret desires, he nuzzled the tip of his nose against you, teasing your pussy and inhaling deeply as a groan rumbled from his chest.

“Gods, don’t stop,” you gasped. “Please…”

Another growl escaped him as he feasted on you again, his hunger and desperation to please you far outweighing his inexperience. He ate your pussy like a man starved, hooking his arms around your thighs and dragging you toward him. He damn near lifted your ass completely from the futon as he licked and licked, sending bolts of ecstasy shooting through your body. You cried out, helpless, lost in pleasure. In that moment you were his entirely.

But it wasn’t enough for him. Pushing his hands against the backs of your thighs, Kyojuro pinned your legs up with your knees against your stomach, exposing you to him as his tongue flickered against your clit like a growing flame. He moaned against your pussy as he fucked you with his tongue.

All you could do was lie there and take it, fingers buried in his hair, your core tensing, throbbing, tightening and still so desperate for his cock. Gods, if you didn’t cum soon you’d lose your mind. You reached down, fingertips brushing the slick skin above your clit, pressing down and drawing back your clitoral hood so he could kiss that throbbing bud deeper, harder and faster. He damn near pounced upon it, sucking and licking as though it was the most delectable thing in the world.

“Kyo…juro~”

You pulled in a breath and held it as your muscles clenched, a coil deep within you winding tighter and tighter until your orgasm rocked though you. You came hard, head thrown back against the futon, lips parted around a silent cry, thighs trembling as he fervently lapped at your essence.

“You taste… incredible…” he panted against your cunt, bestowing an open-mouthed kiss on your entrance before repositioning himself onto his knees to shrug off his yukata entirely. Even with the fever of arousal coursing through him he paused to check in with you. “Do you still want it, or did that satisfy your urges?”

Your body pulsed with the aftershocks of your orgasm, but your relief soon faded, leaving you desperate for him once more. The sight of him naked only provoked the primal need. He was strong and broad, his body blessed with both strength and softness, carved by a life of fighting hard and eating heartily. There was just so much of him. All of him. His cock was engorged and veiny, his balls heavy and full.

“Fuck me,” you gasped, wrapping your legs around his waist and pulling him down toward you.

He pinned you to the futon with his hips, groaning as his cock teased the entrance of your pussy. “I won’t cum inside. I’ll… Gods, you’re so wet.” You kissed him as he pressed the tip of his cock into you, teeth grazing the tender plump pillow of his lower lip and making him cry out. “Ohh fuck.”

The relief surging through you almost brought tears to your eyes as he slid into you, deeper and deeper, filling you, stretching the walls of your cunt around his cock. Nothing he could say could express his pleasure more than the rapture in his eyes as he bottomed out inside you.

“How—” He bowed his head, as he fought for composure. “How can anything feel… so… good?”

“Because we need to be together.”

He nodded, “I don’t know if I can hold back.”

“Then don’t. I can take it.”

His control slipped in an instant. Kyojuro fucked you hard and fast, hips slapping against yours. He grunted and growled, the gentleman in him giving way to the feral beast the blood demon art had created—or released. Every thrust sent throbbing pleasure shooting through your body as he slammed into you, releasing days of pent up tension.

“Oh gods, you feel… like… nghh…heaven…” he gasped, his practically glowing.

The rhythm of his hips stuttered as he fucked you harder and faster, every untamed thrust punctuated by a sharp grunt. Calloused fingers strummed your clit as he lifted your leg onto his shoulder, allowing him deeper. Your fingernails dug into his forearm as he drove you mercilessly to your next orgasm, your pussy squeezing and milking his cock. Your body was alight, pleasure firing through every nerve as he continued to pound your quivering pussy, the lewd wet slaps of flesh on flesh accompanying his wanton, feral moans.

“Oh gods, oh godsohgods, I’m… there…” His back arched, hips jutting toward you as he pulled out and spurted cum across your belly. “Forgive me, I’m sorry,” he groaned, as his body shook and flushed pink with pleasure. “You felt so good. So good.”

He collapsed onto you, the tufts of his hair tickling your chest as he fought for his breath. And you held him, stroking your hand down his back, relieved by the lull in your desire, your body, mind, and heart satisfied for the first time in days.

“Are you alright?” you asked.

“I am.” He opened his eyes and tilted his head to face you. “I'm sorry it was quick, I haven't ever… I feel… I’m mostly satisfied. Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” You chuckled and kissed the top of his head. His body was hot and firm against yours, his weight comforting as he pressed you into the futon. “It’s mostly eased for me too.”

The pair of you fell silent, the only sounds in the room were your breaths and the distant chatter of the kakushi and slayers on the other side of the house.

"We're still friends, yes?" he murmured.

"Of course."

"Good."

Running your fingers up and down Kyojuro's back, you felt the muscles twitch beneath your touch as his breath shivered against your skin. He groaned softly and a tingle spread between your thighs.

After a while he sighed. "There's still a lingering need."

"Yeah. I feel it too."

He raised his head to look at you, the tufts of his fiery hair disheveled and wild. “Perhaps… if we do it again it’ll go away fully.”

Your stomach flipped in anticipation as you nodded. Gods, there was no denying it, you still wanted him; the thought of fucking him again was more tempting than anything you’d known.

And you couldn't hold back.

Neither could he.

Your lips collided with his once more as you pulled each other into another claiming kiss, though this time slower, deeper, his tongue exploring the shape of your mouth as his hands caressed the curves of your body. He groaned as you sucked his bottom lip and followed your lead, letting your roll him onto his back as you straddled his hips to ride him, still kissing him.

He gasped as you took control, wrapping your fist around his cock, easing him into you inch by inch even though you were more than prepared for him. The way his lips parted around a silent cry, the way his brow stitched together in concentration and pleasure as he fought the urge to thrust eagerly into you, were just too delicious to rush.

He stared, fascinated as his cock disappeared into you, his fingers gingerly touching the seam where you joined.

There were just so many beautiful things about Kyojuro; the way his abdominal muscles twitched when he was turned on, the sound of his moans even when he tried to be quiet, the heat of his gaze as he watched you through half-closed, vivid golden eyes, the way his fiery hair spread across the pillow like the sun's rays.

Even if it was the demon's spell, you wondered how you had never seen it all before, how after years fighting by his side, only then did you see him in a new light.

Kyojuro was beautiful, and fucking him was beautiful too.

This time the pace was slower, more languid, the pair of you savoring the overwhelming sensation of togetherness. His fingers laced with yours as you undulated your hips.

“Perfect,” he sighed against your lips. “You feel incredible.”

Without that all-consuming desperation, you took the time to explore his body and his pleasure, trailing kisses down his neck. Your stomach fluttered as he tilted back his head to give you more access. His groans filled the room with every kiss and caress; oh, but when your lips reached his chest, when you lapped at the puckered bud of his nipple, he sucked in a breath, the flush on his cheeks rising.

"Do that again," he gasped. "Please."

You sucked his nipples until they were stiff and dark, spurred on by his whimpers and the hand threading though your hair. His grip on your hand tightened as you teased his chest until he couldn't bear it anymore, his restraint faltered and he had to thrust up into you.

You rolled over together until he was back on top, pinning you down and pounding into you once more as you squeezed your thighs around his hips.

"S-so warm," he groaned, "tight…"

He lay his body flush against yours; the intimacy of his warm skin against yours far more potent than anything you had known before.

In this position his body rubbed against yours just right, your clit stimulated by the friction of his pubic hair and the delicious press of his hips to yours. Your third orgasm was more intense than the first, your cunt throbbing around his cock as pleasure tore through you with its claws drawn, ravaging every part of you.

He groaned. "I can feel it. You're squeezing my… oh…'M gonna cu– I'm cl-oh-hose!"

He pulled out, painting your inner thighs with his seed; shaking, groaning, biting his lip, before he collapsed against you, panting heavily and laughing in relief.

Afterward you lay together, tracing the outline of his bicep with your fingertips as he sighed against your hair.

"How do you feel now?" He asked. "Has it stopped for you?"

You gazed into his eyes and still felt that pull. "No. Not completely."

"It hasn't for me either," he said, pulling you close. "I suppose we'll have to keep at it."

Three days later, Lady Kocho smiled as she studied the sample of Kyojuro’s blood beneath her microscope. “I see.”

“It has been a hard–difficult thing to deal with as I’m sure you can appreciate,” Kyojuro said, standing with his arms folded across his chest. “And though the initial–uh– fever seems to be over, the desire is still lingering. I suspect the blood demon art is still running rampant through our systems.”

Kocho chuckled. “My my…”

You simply waited for her diagnosis, perched on the bed with your heartbeat thrumming as you struggled to keep your eyes off the flame hashira. He was right. That initial, feral rut had taken the painful edge off your desire, but your hunger for each other was still simmering beneath the surface. Since that first night, not seventy-two hours ago, you’d found yourself sneaking off with Kyojuro no less than seventeen times to satisfy your needs. Thank goodness for his hashira stamina.

Even as he simply stood there you desired him. Innocent things like the comforting arc of his smile, the warmth of his eyes, the sight of his muscle-corded forearm as he'd rolled up his sleeve to allow the insect hashira to draw his blood, all turned you on.

Swapping out the slides, Lady Kocho put her fingertips to her lips, concealing a quiet laugh. “Oh, I’m so sorry to you both.”

“Why?” Kyojuro asked, his eyes wide and sincere. “Is it permanent?”

“There are no traces whatsoever of a blood demon art in either samples. I’m afraid it likely wore off the first time you…released the tension.” She smiled and sat back, resting her hands on her lap. “It seems likely you’re now suffering from simple attraction to each other, that’s all.”

Your eyes darted between the two hashira as your mind raced. You weren't under a spell at all… you were simply… into Kyojuro.

"Oh… really?" Kyojuro frowned, his gaze distant. "No traces whatsoever?"

"None." Kocho stood from her desk and bade the two of you goodbye, leaving you alone in the room with Kyojuro.

"Well," he said at last. "I feel a little foolish."

"No, no, you shouldn't," you said, offering him a comforting smile even if you felt the same way. "I suppose we're just… more than friends now?"

He hummed softly, thinking about it for a moment before he burst into laughter. "Yes, I suppose we are." When his laughter died down he smiled and approached the bed. "It's honestly a relief, knowing now that I'm simply bewitched by you."

Just like him, your pupils were dilated, your breaths shallow and unsatisfying. Even without the blood demon art, it was quite the spell you were both under.

"I know what you mean," you said as you pulled him down onto you to take full advantage of the comfortable infirmary bed.

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