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missorcas · 6 days ago
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Demon Slayer NSFW headcanons - part II
♡  Tengen Uzui
God of festivals? Maybe. Deity between the sheets? For sure. Tengen doesn’t let anyone leave his bed without having given them at least two orgasms
Despite the obvious worship kink, in bed he actually focuses more on the other person, treating them like royalty and making them feel extra confident
Not really into degradation or quickies - Tengen loves spoiling himself and his partner, so he’s more the kind of person that will start the night with wine and a nice dinner, maybe a bubble bath... anything sumptuous, and then get into business
He still loves being begged - being called daddy gets him lust drunk, but truth be told it’s the physical cues that he finds most flattering. Verbal praise is nice to hear, but it’s his partner’s facial expressions and moans that really make his head spin
Has a navel piercing; the jewellery matches the diamonds dangling from his headband
Has definitely thought about getting his dick pierced too, but rejected the idea immediately after learning that he should have practiced abstinence for minimum two months
Massive length and girth, to the point of being intimidating. Cleanly trimmed
Infinite stamina thanks to his Hashira training - loves tantric sex when he has the time
When he’s out of his Sound Pillar uniform he looks even prettier, but he just feels stronger and more confident when he’s dolled up with makeup, nail polish, and hair all done
Willing to try everything at least once, definitely a switch if the situation calls for it
Loves being tied up! Rope marks remind him of what you’ve done to him the night before and arouse him at the most inappropriate times. Does not hide them – in fact he loves receiving awkward looks and questions, even more telling the whole story and seeing the horrified expression plastered on the face of the person who dared to ask
Unsurprisingly, he’s very vocal in bed. His moans have been object of complaint from his neighbors, other Hashiras, literally anyone who wasn’t involved in sexual activity with him but had the ill luck of being in a 100 metres radius while he was enjoying himself
This man literally studies the kamasutra in his spare time. Butter churner? Piece of cake. Mating press? A cinch. Upside down sex? Hell yeah.
PET NAMES! Kitten is probably his favourite, but he’ll also go with Dollface, Angel, and many more ;)
3 wives, many girlfriends, countless lovers. Tengen’s marriage is very open – who is he to deny his wives some harmless fun while he’s away for months during missions?
Boob guy, as you might have guessed. One of the perks of his polyamorous relationship is that more often than not he gets to wake up with at least one pair of tits smashed in his face, and definitely doesn’t mind having more than three pairs within hand reach
Will spank enthusiastically prior consent except with Aoi apparently, loves the thought of his partners going around with his handprints on their asscheeks hidden underneath their clothes like a signature
LOVES receiving oral, especially by more than one people at once.
♡ Giyuu Tomioka
Boy looks cold and aloof from the outside, but underneath the thick façade he’s just incredibly fragile
He acts rather avoidant, and seems absolutely incapable of showing affection or any emotion
Did not get the slightest hint of you taking an interest in him in the beginning - literally just saw you as a valuable ally with whom he’d really enjoy training, but nothing else
Unsurprisingly, you initiated your first kiss – he was obviously in shock at first, but quickly relaxed and grabbed your waist gently to pull you closer
PDA? No way in hell. It took him a while to warm up to physical forms of affection, but after the first time you slid into his bed at night, cuddling came pretty natural to him as long as no one is around
Your first nights in the same futon were spent just kissing and falling asleep one next to the other, with you clinging to his back like a baby monkey – it was cute at first, but after a while you realized your body craved more
When you agreed on having sex for the first time, his breath was shaking, but as soon as your fingers brushed his erection from over his clothes he literally melted in your hands
You could feel him silently begging for you to touch him more deeply, skin to skin, and even muttered a soft “please” in your ear in the hope your hand would actually plunge in his underwear and grab him
His hips bucked against you, his hardness grinding against your palm, and you just knew what to do
His eyes literally roll to the back of his head when he penetrates you - he usually lets out a few groans and buries his face in your neck, only to pound you mercilessly until he’s out of breath
He’s not super vocal, but will show his appreciation by emitting muffled grunts, biting your neck and just huffing against your skin, clearly holding himself back from moaning loudly
Very protective – the boy has had his fair share of trauma, will never allow anything to happen to you. He doesn’t sleep well when you’re far away from him, he can only relax when he’s feeling you snuggled up against him.
♡  Sanemi Shinazugawa
Unsurprisingly, Sanemi is a sadistic fuck, although he’d never hurt their partner without consent
Really easy to rile up, he’s basically a brat tamer with a very bad temper
Sex is, like fighting, just another way to get some relief from anger. He’ll chill out for a whopping 0.3 seconds after being finished
Very much into edging, will take you painfully close and then just deny your orgasm a few times until you’re basically begging him with tears in your eyes. Can’t stand being teased in return
Needless to say, most of the time you piss him off on purpose so he will fuck you senseless :) he knows you’re doing it on purpose, and equally enjoys it
Has a thing for choking, very much into breath play
Too focused on chasing his own release sometimes, but will go multiple rounds without batting an eye until you’re satisfied
Swearwords, curses, degradation – you name it, he’s into it, sometimes even too much
Adores the sight of you kneeling in front of him, begging to let you suck him off
Definitely an ass guy - loves fucking you from behind while he’s standing and you’re bent in front of him so he can have a good view of your ass bouncing against his pelvis. Will grab and spank to his pleasure
The fucking showoff will get instantly naked the moment he sniffs the most remote possibility of intercourse. Used to tear off your clothes with zero fucks given for your garments as well, but after an accident involving very expensive lingerie that resulted in his left shoulder being almost dislocated he’s a little more careful
Loves fucking in front of a mirror, finds his own muscular reflection very entertaining
Likes the thrill of sex in public spaces, but to be fair getting caught wouldn’t even bother him. Doesn’t mind an audience
Wearing a skirt with nothing underneath really does numbers on him, and when you make him aware you’re just basically just plainly asking for it
He’ll let you mark him with scratches and bites, doesn’t mind adding more scars to the collection. As for your body, he will leave visible marks on you with 0% remorse.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Second part of my Demon Slayer headcanons – reposted because I was dumb enough to use the wrong tags that resulted in my post being shadowbanned. Enjoy – and remember that my requests are open! ♡
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gaiath · 8 days ago
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Being in a relationship with Tengen Uzui...
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Let's get this clear and out of the way, dating him means also being in a relationship with his lovely wives.
All of their personalities mix together in just the right way.
They are all so loving and protective (in the right way).
Hinatsuru enjoys humming as she cooks and is so thrilled if you offer to help.
Tells you what spices go in and how they benefit the dish. She knows everything about cooking.
She brings the wooden spoon up to the ur mouth for you to taste the remaining food on the utensil.
Uzui's arms are quite literally perfect for cuddling, they're secure and warm for when winter comes around.
Makio enjoys when you read to her and her head is on your chest, sometimes she just needs the calming atmosphere.
Suma adores holding hands with you, swinging them back and forth.
She also enjoys cuddling up to your side.
Uzui and them would get all of the supplies you need to fulfill your hobbies.
Dinners with them are filled with laughter, slight gossiping, planning dates and talking about work.
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sjhanny2000 · a month ago
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The Danger of Flamboyant Love (Part 3)
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A/N: Hey everyone! Part 3 is upon us! Sorry it's taken so long to get this up; college is currently kicking my ass and finals are steadily creeping up on me lol. I hope you enjoy this next part of TDoFL! Just guessing at this point with a vague plan in mind, this mini-series will probably be around 4, if not 5 parts! We won't know until it happens!
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3
Warning(s): Low self-esteem, mind manipulation, mentioned child neglect, angst, slight violence, neglect, emotional constipation, non-canon
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Springtime at the estate was always one of the busiest parts of the year for you. There were many matters that needed attending to, such as planting the new year’s crops and airing out the house amidst all the spring cleaning that needed to be done within and around it. The task of preparing both the land and your home would have been daunting if not for the kakushi and local villagers offering their time and assistance, something you deeply appreciate. Hinatsuru, Makio, Tengen and Suma did their best in supplying their own efforts between missions, though they usually left a task unfinished more often than not. You took pride in ensuring the estate upheld the flamboyant standards your husband required, adding in little changes along the way of course (not everything needed to be blindingly shiny like the Sound Hashira believed).
Rising before the sun began its ascent into the sky, you would swiftly dressed in your outfit for the day, typically a well worn yukata that could withstand all the hard labor you would endure throughout the day. Much to your servants distress, you would take to the kitchen and prepare a hearty meal for all of those who fell under your employment or command, making enough to feed surprise guests and visiting hashira with large appetites as well. Such behavior was typical in your home, no matter the season, but springtime always demanded you wake at an earlier hour than usual to complete all the tasks that needed done. Once breakfast was made and everyone present was fed, you would tie on an apron and set to work, assisting wherever you could throughout the day, whether it be tending to the garden or sewing new Demon Slayers Corps. uniforms. You enjoyed staying busy and did everything in your power to be; it kept you from pondering too much on the possible dangers your spouses could be facing in that exact moment in some distant location while fighting some horrific demon. While your spouses understood your method of coping and supported it at most times, they worked actively to have you relax when they were home. Each spouse utilized their own method of choice when it came to encouraging you to relax and you often didn’t notice exactly what they were doing until it was too late, much to your chagrin.
“Here are the seeds you wanted, Y/N-sama!”
You took a moment to pause in what you were doing, fresh holes for planting trailing behind you, to see young Hikari standing eagerly before you, a small basket in hand. “Oh, why thank you Hikari-chan! This will save us a trip to the storage shed.”
The girl was the daughter of one of your house servants, Nana, and seeing as how there was no one to watch the child as the woman worked, the six year old often bounced around and assisted wherever she could. It was endearing to see how much time and effort Hikari put into ensuring the estate was at its best, it being something you and your spouses deeply appreciated. As payment for her work, you often gifted the girl and her mother with extra vegetables and fruits or firewood for the colder seasons if they were in need. You never wanted to have any of your workers, kakushi or civilians, go hungry or cold no matter the circumstances and your spouses happily supported such a mindset, much to your delight.
“What do you think you’re doing?! Those holes aren’t even close to being deep enough Suma!”
Hikari’s attention shifted from the basket she was holding to the commotion unfolding just a few yards away, garnering your attention as well. There kneeled Makio and Suma, your two wives presiding over a row of holes that Suma had been working on for the past hour as the women argued.
“Hinatsuru said they were fine, Makio!” Tears were already brimming in Suma’s eyes, the more emotional of the two women set to cry over the argument unfolding before them. “Y/N, Makio’s picking on me!”
Makio scoffed, moving to cross her arms over her chest in defense. “I wouldn’t have to if you did things right the first time, you blockhead!”
Suma’s lips quivered with the high pitched whimper she released, tears threatening to fall, and you rose to your feet, wiping your hands on the apron tied around your waist. “Makio, you know there are better ways to inform others that they are completing something wrong.”
Moving to kneel beside your teary wife, you gently took hold of her hand with a comforting grin. “Here, let me show you, Su’.” You smoothly guided Suma through the needed motions to create the perfect hole, movements firm yet delicate. “If you do this to the other holes you’ve created, they should be all ready for Hikari-chan and I to insert the seeds.”
“O-okay, Y/N!” The crying woman instantly set to work fixing her mistake, leaving you to turn your attention to a pouting Makio. “Would you like to help Suma, Makio?”
The two toned haired woman looked away with heated cheeks, grumbling under her breath. “I guess I can.”
You chuckled at the haughty kunoichi’s antics and leaned over, pressing a light kiss to her cheek. “Thank you for doing this, I know gardening isn’t your favorite.” Her face grew even redder at the loving gesture, Makio going stiff with tension as a squeak of surprise escaped her lips.
“I-it’s nothing! Anything to help lighten your workload!”
Giggling at her expense, you smoothly rose to your feet and reassigned your attention to a patiently waiting Hikari. “Would you like to hold the basket or sow the seeds, Hikari-chan?”
“Oh, oh! I’ll put the seeds in Y/N-sama! Mama says I’m really good at it!” The six year old bounced around giddily as she handed over the basket of seeds and dipped her small hand inside, Hikari giggling all the while.
The two of you, with Makio and Suma’s help of course, set to work and by the eve of the upcoming hour, the rows of seeds tucked away in their individual locations and just in need of a good watering.
Makio set her fists on the bridge of her hips with satisfaction, your loud wife grinning like a mad woman. “With all this, we’ll have more than we’ll ever need!”
“You should say that Makio, you’re going to jinx us!” Suma weepily scolded, tears reappearing at the brim of her eyelids. “Then we won’t have any food for the winter stores!”
“Makio, Suma, Y/N, are you there?” Before the pair could begin to fight once more, the commanding form of a pleased Hinatsuru appeared from beyond the treeline of the garden, a frown on her unblemished face. “I was looking everywhere for all of you.”
Handing the empty basket to Hikari, you looked at the older woman with a soothing smile. “I’m sorry Hina’, planting took longer than anticipated. We’ll be returning to the main house as soon as everything is watered.”
“I’m afraid you and Hikari-chan will have to complete the task by yourselves.” Guilt flashed briefly in her beautiful eyes, her frown only growing deeper. “Kazutaka has informed us that we have a new mission. Tengen is waiting for us by the gates.”
Your heart dropped at the news of your spouses, jealousy and grief curdling angrily within your chest. They had only returned a few days ago, with both Tengen and Makio bearing minor wounds that had only healed a day before. It didn’t help that for the past year or so, missions became more frequent, meaning your spouses rarely were present at the estate and in turn your life. You wanted to cry, to finally put your foot down and say enough is enough, that you wanted them to choose you for once, to stay! Yet, you knew it wasn’t right of you, to ask them to abandon the mission they undertook before you were even a thought in their mind. People were in danger, just as your family and village had been, and if such tragedy could be prevented at your expense, it was a price you were willing to pay.
So you forced yourself to smile and steeled your emotions to the best of your capabilities. “Just give me a moment and I’ll have a pack of food for you all to take. You can’t fight demons on an empty stomach after all! Come along Hikari-chan!”
Makio’s face contorted with guilt as she reached outwards to stop you from leaving. “Y/N-.”
Much to your relief, Hikari cut the woman off, shooting you a toothless grin. “Can I help you pack, Y/N-sama? Please?!”
The two of you passed the three women with skirted ease, you doing your best to ignore them as you began the trek back up to the main house. “Of course you can, maybe you can even add a special treat for Tengen-sama. I think he would most appreciate it!”
“I’ll give him the best treat ever!”
After a short three minute walk, you had reached the kitchen, Hikari releasing your hand as she sped forward into the bustling room.
“Mama, mama, Tengen-sama’s going on another adventure!” Hikari cried out as she raced over to the exasperated form of Nana, passing the other two kitchen hands along the way. “And Y/N-sama says I can help her pack some food for him and Hinatsuru-sama, Makio-sama, and Suma-sama!”
“I see.” Nana turned her steely gaze to you, saddened understanding swimming about in her irises of sky blue. “Would you like any assistance, my lady?”
You gave the young mother a sheepish smile, not wanting to disturb the group of women from their work. “I promise it won’t take too long to prepare, Nana-san, Kiki-san, Nao-san. I simply want to ensure my husband and wives have all they need nutrition wise for their journey.”
Ever since you arrived at the estate, Nana, Kiki, and Nao had been there, always welcoming and willing to teach you everything they knew in the kitchen and outside of it. Nana began to bring Hikari with her a few months into your stay at your insistence, allowing the young girl to be around her mother and for you to dote on a child much like you had done with the village children. The young mother was a close friend of yours and someone you would die for, Nana having become something like an older sister to you. She was the one who comforted you during the times that your spouses’ absence ate away at your heart and Hikari always did her damndest to keep you smiling because “you’re too pretty to frown Y/N-sama”. While Nana and Hikari were like a sister and a niece to you, Kiki and Nao took on different roles in your life. Kiki was nearly a year younger than you and quite the life of the party; the girl never seemed to run out of energy in anything that she did, including the various dates she went on throughout the year. The poor girl never seemed to be satisfied with the men she would go out with, there always being something wrong with the guys.
“He doesn’t have a chivalrous bone in his body Nao-san! He made *me* open the door for *him*! The nerve on that guy!”
“The man kept gnawing away at his fingernails, even during dinner!”
“Taichi-san told me that women are only needed to cook food and raise children! What a backwards minded man, right?!”
Nao was the absolute opposite of Kiki, seeing as how she was near the age of your grandmother and ruled the kitchen with an iron ladle. She herself has been a shinobi, much like your spouses, but Nao had known Tengen since infancy and was his appointed caretaker following the death of his mother in childbirth. Upon Tengen declaring his defection from the clan, Nao had followed them and became their estate keeper when they were away on missions, at least until you arrived. Even with you taking her position at least officially, you allowed Nao full reign on the household and everyone profited off it in the end. Nowadays, one could typically find the older woman puttering about in the kitchen, helping Nana and Kiki wherever she could while delegating tasks that needed completing to the staff and kakushi.
Setting aside the knife she had been using to cut eggplant, Nao wiped her hands on her apron with determination. “There’s no need to apologize, Y/N-sama. Come now, Hikari, since you’re so set on helping. Fetch some rice from the pantry and bring it here!”
As the five of you turned to prepare the pack of food, the door leading into the hallway slid open, revealing a worried looking Hinatsuru and nervously twitching Suma, an irritated Suma bringing up the rear.
Kiki lit up at the sight of your three wives, a large grin forming on her painted lips. “Oh, Hinatsuru-sama, Makio-sama, Suma-sama! What brings you to our humble abode?”
“We were hoping to steal Y/N away for a few moments, if that’s alright with you four.” Everyone looked to you for your reaction and with a prodding nod from both Nao and Nana, you set your apron aside with a smile. “Please excuse me everyone, I will be back to help as soon as I can.”
Nao swiftly came up behind and thrust you towards your wives with that mischievous smirk of hers. “Don’t worry about us, we can handle all this just fine! Go on now.”
In a blur of movements, you found yourself out in the hall and the door slid shut behind you, your wives standing awkwardly just a mere foot away. Anxiety ate at your forced resolve of serenity, the ache in your eyes informing you that crying could be in your near future.
Giving the three women your best smile, which you knew was lousy from the moment your lips turned upwards, you turned your attention to them. “Is everything alright? Does Tengen need anything else prepared?”
Suma hurried forward with a wail, instantly latching herself onto you from behind as a gasp of surprise escaped your lips. “Please don’t be upset with us Y/N! Wahhh!”
“Oh Suma, whatever are you talking about darling?” Your heart ached at the woman’s sobs, arms wrapping comfortingly around Suma in a weak attempt to comfort your weepy wife.
“She’s talking about how sad you get every time we have to leave.” Your (E/C) eyes were met with Makio’s dour appearance, flickers of pain sprinkled throughout her body language. “We know how much it upsets you, watching us leave like we do. It’s hard to ignore when one of your spouses is being hurt by something you do.”
Hinatsuru came to stand at your side, remorse painting her fond features as the kunoichi placed a soothing hand on your shoulder. “What Makio means is, we don’t want to keep leaving you alone as much as we have been and for that we’re sorry, Y/N. Please forgive us.”
In all honesty, you didn’t know what to say at that moment. Yes, it felt rewarding to see that your wives had come to recognize not only the stress and worry they and Tengen were putting you through but apologizing for it left you stunned. On one hand, you felt vindicated and on the other, you felt selfish. Your spouses were simply doing what they had pledged to do, to protect the innocent from those of evil intentions, specifically the demons and those associated with Muzen Kibutsuji, the Demon King himself. They typically never spoke of the horrors they saw outside the walls of the estate, Tengen being quite adamant that you did not need to hear about such non-flamboyant tales from the moment of your arrival. It was something that made you feel uneasy and secluded; slaying demons was a part of their life and if they were unwilling to share such a crucial piece with you, what other things weren’t they telling you? Hinatsuru and Nao argued that your flamboyant husband simply wanted to spare you the gruesome details, but your insecurities took such dismissals and created hurtful scenarios that cut into your confidence not just as a wife but as a confidante as well. For your entire life you had been left in the dark, your father never informing you nor your siblings of what he had up his sleeve, whether it be marriage or boarding schools in the far city. Your gifting to Tengen had been a decision you had no part in, not that you were unhappy in your marriage. All you wanted was to be treated as an equal, like your wives, not some fragile piece of Shiruwan that everyone seemed to view you as.
“I-I’ll be fine, you don’t need to apologize for something like this, honest!” Gently pulling Suma’s crying form from your body, you looked to the three kunoichi with a rapidly beating heart and teary eyes. “You four have a job to do, I shouldn’t be so selfish about this-!”
Hinatsuru gazed at you with a furrowed brow, face contorted in worry. “Selfish? Y/N-.”
“Hinatsuru, Makio, Suma! Are you ready to depart, my beautiful wives? It isn’t flamboyant of us to be late for our own show!”
Much to your horror, a grinning Tengen entered the hallway from the outer sliding door, the Sound Hashira oblivious to what was occurring before him. “Kazutaka informed me that if we leave now, we may be able to arrive at the village before dark. Have you told Y/N-?”
Your hulk of a husband paused mid sentence, eyes narrowing at the scene before him with concern. “What happened?”
Before you could even think of denying anything, Suma slammed herself against Tengen with a wail, arms wrapping as much as they could around the shinobi. “Oh Tengen, it’s awful! We’ve hurt Y/N’s feelings!*hic*!”
Unrelenting pools of fuchsia latched onto your (e/c) ones, Tengen’s lips falling into a frown. You averted your gaze, wrapping your arms around yourself as your chest lit aflame with nervous embarrassment. What a weak fool you were, no wonder Tengen didn’t want you to know about their work life. If he wasn’t convinced inability to remain strong already, you were certain he was now-! As you fought with your demeaning thoughts, you didn’t realize the movement in the corner of your eyes, nor the large hand reaching for your face.
A large, manicured hand gently took hold of your small chin and lifted it upwards, forcing you to return your attention to your ever bodacious husband and you found yourself surprised at seeing the emotion present on his handsome features. Instead of annoyance or anger, much to your shock, his appearance bore comfort and a gentleness Tengen only revealed to those closest to him.
Irises of fuchsia peered into yours with knee shaking fondness, your husband’s thumb dragging itself so gently across the expanse of your chin. “What have we done that brings you such sorrow, my spirited flower? Something unbecoming, perhaps dull or tasteless?”
The tears you had been fighting so hard to contain swiftly formed at the brim of your eyelids, your lips trembling with raw emotion. “I, I-!”
“Tengen-sama!”
All of your attention fell on the rapidly approaching kakushi, a letter in hand. “It’s an urgent message from Oyakata-sama, my lord! You and the ladies are needed at the location given to you at once!”
Disappointment threatened to fill your lungs at the kakushi’s words, knowing full well that the discussion at hand was effectively pushed aside for another time like always.
Tengen gave the kakushi a look of displeasure, clearly unhappy to be interrupted in such a way. “To intrude on a private conversation is a poor taste of style. We’ll leave once our wife is-.”
“Please, don’t put the mission in jeopardy over my silly feelings!” You pulled away from your spouses, willing away the tears and forcing a weak smile on your face. “There are people that are in need of saving. We can continue this talk at a later time.”
Hinatsuru moved to object, the kunoichi looking at you with confliction. “Y/N-!”
“I’ll be fine Hina’, I promise. Now all of you go and save the world in style, alright?” Your smile grew in authenticity as you vaguely took the moment to admire your four spouses.
Fuchsia eyes growing stern, the Sound Hashira gave in to the demands of the mission at hand. “We’ll be finishing this conversation when we return from dispatching the demon in style, no ifs or buts. Avoiding conflict is an incredibly unflamboyant method of action!”
You nod in agreement, unable to reply with words of your own at the moment, and before you could react, Tengen’s rough lips encased your soft ones, the kiss passionately comforting. After a few moments, the white haired man pulled away. “Take care of yourself. Remember, you first, then others. Got it?”
“I understand.”
Shifting to the side, your husband made room for your wives, Suma smothering you in a warm hug and tears. “I’m going to miss you so much, Y/N!*sob*!”
“Enough with all the tears, ya cry baby! Quit hogging her!” Makio shoved Suma aside with precision, sending her into Tengen’s waiting arms, and turned her attention to you, eyes stern and index finger pointed menacingly towards you. “You stay outta trouble, ya hear? Remember, Nao-san will tell us if anything happens so take care of yourself!”
Your smile grew fond at her words. “I’ll do my best, darling."
Hinatsuru stepped forward, brushing stray locks of (h/c) out of your eyes, cautious warning plastered in all matters of her body language. “If you need anything, inform the kakushi and we’ll be home as soon as we possibly can. We should be gone no longer than a week, potentially less.”
“Let us hope for the best, yes?” You let out a fond chuckle, shifting your gaze to look at all four of them. “Be safe and if you can’t be safe, do be careful. I want to see you all return home alive and well.”
Leading the group, Tengen began to pull away, dragging a sobbing Suma along with him. “We’ll do your best in style as always, my colorful flower!”
Before you knew it, you were watching the four of them venture into the direction of their destination, waving farewell as Hinatsuru and Makio waves back, Tengen faced forward with a crying Suma slung over his shoulder. As you stood there, you felt an unfamiliar feeling of deja vu flood your veins, ice cold and shocking to your senses. Something was wrong, very, very wrong. This, this had already happened, this was a memory! The feeling of ice filling your veins only intensified as your lungs began to constrict and your vision darkened, your mind growing fuzzy and discombobulated with every passing moment. You moved to call out to your spouses and much to your surprise, a devilishly grinning Tatsuya had taken their place.
The man leaned into your narrowing field of sight, his eyes now a sickening hue of green vomit, pupils no longer round but slitted. His teeth were jaggedly sharp and heart stopping, your childhood friend’s body rapidly mutilating before your eyes, honest fear sending your heart into overdrive. “It seems they can’t hear you, Y/N-chan. Nobody can, at least, not after I’m done with you. Now, come to papa!”
A scream of terror ripped its way out of your chest as the Tatsuya-like creature swung its clawed hands at your face and struck your temple, once again forcing you to succumb to the dark waters of the sea of unconsciousness.
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blackgrlficsnthings · 9 days ago
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Always Come Back
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Pairing Uzui Tengen x wives x black!reader (poly relationship)
Summary: You come home after completing a mission, but you nearly broke Uzui’s most important rule and that is to always come back to him.
Warnings: Canon typical violence and gore (Actually it’s quite tame compared to canon), Angst, hurt/comfort
A/N: I was going to write smut for this... but my heart just wasn’t in it. Enjoy a nice fluffy fic instead. Maybe one day but writing smut with five people is hard as fuck.
You were the last wife to join your partners, though you never felt any less important to them. In fact, it often felt that they had all bent in towards you, each doting on you more than the next. As you dragged yourself home, you thought of what trouble you were going to cause them. Suma would forgive you easiest, though you would cause her the most heartache. She was such a sensitive woman, you hated upsetting her. More often than not you had a knack for soothing her, but you knew that your presence would do nothing to soothe her on this night that had caused such bloodshed. You’d had half a mind to go to the Butterfly Mansion to heal instead of going to your home. The trouble was it was a bit farther out, and one thought to consider how livid Makio would be with you if you did not come home made your decision. You’d sent a crow already to tell your partners that you were on your way home. That was before things went bad. You’d thought your mission was over. Nothing could have prepared you for the fight with such a powerful demon, except perhaps the gift of foresight. It had taken the coming of the rising sun to get your victory. It had been all you could do to trap your foe in an iron grip as it snapped its jaws at you. You’d watch your salvation rise above the horizon and the demon turned to ash in your arms. 
Now, the sun was beginning to set and you still had quite a ways to go to get home. It was no good. You would not make it in time and the scent of blood might attract any number of predators. In your condition, you doubted that you would prevail upon a weak demon. How deplorable. You glanced up at the darkening sky and thought of Hinatsuru who would scold you if she were here for being so hard on yourself. You’d completed your mission, saved a beautiful family, and you were coming home. You should find shelter and worry about the rest later. You scanned the area around you, looking for lodgings nearby. It was no good though. You were closer to home than not, and so before you ran into some place to stay the night you would come across your home. You took a moment to steady your breath. It was the only thing keeping you from bleeding out as you continued along the path to your home. 
Uzui would have your head. You had a chance to run and you had not taken it. Perhaps it was hubris that made you stay. He might respect such a flashy yet reckless display. Then again maybe it was stupidity. You’d only realized your way out once it was no longer an option. Uzui’s rules were simple, noble even: Take care of yourself first. As one of his wives you were one of his most cherished loved ones and you’d acted in such a careless manner. The only clear way to hurt Uzui was to hurt one of his wives after all. If you made it home, he was going to be livid. Between your husband and your wives you were never going to be allowed out of the house again, regardless of your glowing victory. 
Your legs trembled and you nearly crumpled to the ground. You drove your sword into the ground to stabilize yourself. It was bad for the blade, but you were afraid that if you allowed yourself to fall to the ground then you might never get up. You lifted your gaze from your path again and noticed the bordering trees of your home. The wisteria was not far off, perhaps a mile or so straight ahead. You could make it that far. Not before nightfall, but eventually. Demons did not stray close to the home of a hashira anyway. 
Suma was in a state. Her wailing was rapidly grating on Makio’s nerves who was more on edge than normal with one of the members of their home still at large. Your crow had arrived early in the morning to announce that you were on your way home from a neighboring village. It was a few hours walk at most. You should have been home for dinner. Hinatsuru had employed both Suma and Makio in making your favorite. You were not home to eat it, and no one was in the mood for food with you at large. Hinatsuru was trying to soothe Suma, though her efforts were distracted and half hearted as her own mind bent towards your whereabouts. Uzui sent your crow to look for you before dinner. He left an hour later to look for you himself. He was silent when he left, a sign of nerves in such a flashy man. 
“What if she’s dead?!” Suma wailed as she sobbed into Hinatsuru’s shoulder. 
“Don’t say such things!” Makio snapped whirling around to glare at her. Her hands were clenched into frustrated fists as she glared at her wife. 
“It must be said! She hasn’t returned! We never should have let her leave!” Suma continued. 
Hinatsuru shushed her, “It was her duty as a slayer. She knows to come back to us.” Despite her even tone, the tension in her brow betrayed her nerves. 
“She should have been back hours ago! I’ll kill her myself if she dies!” Makio proclaimed. Before storming out. She threw open the sliding doors and marched outside where night had swallowed the sky. They’d all lit the lanterns outside at sunset, hoping their light would draw you home quicker. It had not worked. Now Makio stormed past them to get to the sparring dummy nearby. She meant to pummel the thing in to nothing until she heard Uzui’s voice. 
“Makio! Ready a bath!” he called. 
She whirled around and sped back towards the front of the estate to see Uzui just clearing the hill. She stood, rooted in place for just a moment before she saw you. Your uniform was tattered and soaked with blood. You lay limp in Uzui’s arms as he hurried up the path. Her heart dropped and she could not move. 
“She is alive, but unconscious,” Uzui assured as he came closer, “Go ready a bath, have Suma get the bandages. Hinatsuru!” he called over Makio’s head. Knowledge that you were alive put Makio in motion. She bolted in the direction of the house yelling for Suma.
You came to at Uzui’s behest. He was speaking to you in a low urgent tone. You’d worried him. You could hear it so easily. He did not yell at any of you unless you broke his rules and really only if you broke the one. You were not allowed to put any life above your own. Part of you wanted to pretend to still be unconscious so you wouldn’t have to face him.
“Come on, open your eyes,” he said and you could feel his big warm palms on either side of your face. You slowly blinked your eyes open to look at him. His fuschia eyes stared down at you. His mouth was down turned, frowning at you in disappointment. 
“What a terribly unflashy sight you were,” he said as he sat back. 
You slowly sat up, groaning at the soreness in your midsection. Uzui put a strong hand at your back to help you the rest of the way. 
“I found you lying under a tree,” he said in a slightly disgusted tone,”I thought you dead.” 
“I’m sorry, Tengen-”
“Don’t apologize to me. You’ll save your apologies for our wives. You worried them.” 
You frowned thinking of the other women. Makio was going to be mad at you, and Suma was probably crying right now. If you listened you thought you could hear her sniffling.
“Tell me this, did you have a chance to run?” Uzui asked.
You pulled in a slow breath knowing he wouldn’t like your answer, but there was no use in lying to your husband. He always seemed to know when you were lying anyway, “Yes.”
“So you deliberately chose to take yourself from us.” 
“I wasn’t going to let that demon kill that family. If it was you all, I would want a slayer brave enough to fight. How could I run home to my family when theirs was in danger?” 
“Easily!” he yelled back at you, “You vowed on the day that we were wed to come back to us, and you nearly broke that vow.” 
“But I didn’t.” 
“You would have if I hadn’t gone searching for you! You are not to endanger your life that way. I don’t care about those drab people out there. I care for you, a woman I have deemed fit to be mine… or was I wrong about you?”
“I don’t know. Can Gods be wrong?” you bit back at him, jutting your chin out arrogantly to meet his gaze.
“Don’t be proud now. You were just asking for my forgiveness.” 
You turned away, “Maybe I have no need at all for your forgiveness. If you expect a coward as a wife, I am not that! And you are not who I thought I married!” 
“If that’s how you see it then fine.” 
“Fine,” you bared your teeth at him and watched as he rose to his feet. The moment he opened the sliding door, Suma came bounding in as if she’d been waiting just outside to ambush you. She was already wailing, open mouth sobbing as her body knocked into yours. You sucked in a harsh gasp as you hit the tatami mats under you harshly. 
Just as soon as she came in Makio was yelling at her, “Get off of her you dumb oaf! You’re hurting her!” Makio seized Suma by the shoulders to drag her off of you, but Suma held fast still wailing. 
“It’s alright,” you groaned out, “It’s alright, all of you come here.” You hastily wrapped an arm around Suma, ignoring the pain in your muscles that moving your limbs caused. Suma immediately curled into your side. Hinatsuru came in and set down the tray with water and new bandages down above your head before she took a seat above you. She lifted your head enough to rest against her thigh. Makio sat on the side opposite Suma but refused to touch you at all. She sat with her back to you, letting you know she was upset, but not too upset to sit in the same room as you. 
“You really worried Lord Tengen. I’ve never seen him so pale. He dressed your wounds himself, you know?” Hinatsuru said in her calm voice.
You huffed, “Well, allegedly I’m hardly his wife anymore.” You didn’t want to betray how much that had heart your feelings but Hinatsuru could read the hurt in your eyes.
“He’s upset,” Hinatsuru rationalized, “You scared him… you scared all of us. We love you and we wouldn’t know how to carry on without you.” 
“You all managed just fine before,” you grumbled, bitterly. 
“Yeah, well we didn’t know what we were missing out on yet,” she responded, stroking the soft hairs around your hair line. At her touch you realized your head felt a little cold, which meant your hair was probably wet. That made sense. You probably got blood in your hair… and if Uzui dressed your wounds then he probably cleaned you up too. 
“Who braided my hair?” you asked, picking up the end of one long braid.  Your hair was separated into two simple plaits. You pulled your hair over your shoulder to inspect the thick braid. It was too tight to be Suma’s work. She had the most interest in your hair despite being the least capable of working with it.
“Lord Tengen,” Hinatsuru answered, “I told you, he saw to your wounds himself. This is the first time he’s left your side. You’re both so stubborn. I worry you’re too much alike.” 
You huffed, “I just… that family had children. I couldn’t just run home, and I was sure I had a shot.” 
She leaned over you and kissed your forehead, “You have a soft heart. We all love that about you. Give him time, rest and heal, and he will let this go. It’s always hard on him to see one of us hurt.” 
“But when he gets hurt none of us are allowed to fret over him,” you complained. 
“Doesn’t stop us from doing so,” she shrugged, “That’s just how love is. Just look at Makio. She can barely stand the sight of you, but just last night she was wailing louder than Suma over you.” 
“I was not!” Makio whipped around to glare at Hinatsuru. She was met with a smirk. It was the truth though. You looked so small and helpless in Uzui’s arms. His obvious worry only made her more anxious. Uzui was not one to fret unnecessarily. You’d been grievously injured. 
“She was,” Suma sniffled, “Hina cried too.” 
“We were all worried,” Hinatsuru settled, “You must understand that you have a family now too. Just as much as you wanted that family to go home safely, we wish for you to come back to us. You are our last wife but far from the least. Before you came along we thought we were complete in and of ourselves. You overcame all of our expectations. Not one of us could bear life without you now. Don’t force us to face that reality.” 
Hinatsuru was always the voice of reason between you and Uzui. In truth the you and Uzui butt heads more often than not. Both of you insisting that the other should take care of themselves above all else, and really only agreeing that your wives were the most important people in the world. It was all too common for you and him to have a fight like this. What was extremely uncommon was for it to drag on this long. More often than not one of you bridged the gap wordlessly. You’d come over with his blades freshly cleaned and sharpened, or with new earrings from town, or he’d come by with a bowl of fresh fruit, or he’d simply sit at your side at night and share sake with you. Neither of you were good at saying sorry. However, fights never lasted this long. Uzui was out right avoiding you, and since you were unable to move much on your own, you couldn’t go out and look for him. You’d begun to wonder if he was serious. Did he really regret making you his wife?
As one week turned to two without the attention of your husband you fell into a deep melancholy and while Makio and Suma fretted over you, and tried to force feed you, Hinatsuru went to go get the cure to your ailment. 
“Hasn’t she suffered enough?” Hinatsuru asked when she found Uzui sitting out in the garden, glaring at the pond they made for you when you joined them in the home. It was tradition for each wife to get a bed of the most exquisite flowers dedicated to her. Your favorite flower was the lotus so instead of a flower bed you had your pond that attracted wild life that made the rest of the flowers in the garden thrive. It was a great allegory for what you were to them. Their lives were much richer with you in it. 
“She seems to enjoy suffering.” 
“I’m afraid you’re breaking her heart. She’s even got Makio fawning over her now. I think she’s upset you haven’t visited.” 
“I visit every night, while she’s asleep,” Uzui said indignantly. 
“She doesn’t know that. I think she’s gotten it in her head that you don’t love her anymore.” 
Uzui looked at her incredulously. Hinatsuru came to sit at his side. 
“I know that’s preposterous,” she assured, “But she’s hurt and as far as she knows you haven’t seen her since your argument. I know she’s headstrong, but she has a soft heart. Won’t you come comfort her.” 
Uzui was quiet for a moment before speaking, “It would not be very flamboyant of me to allow my wife to believe something so drab. But she really ought to know better.” 
“She’s prone to dramatics. I think if you wait another day she’ll throw herself into the pond,” Hinatsuru said with a hint of humor in her voice. 
Uzui grumbled wordlessly before standing. He would at least come to see about you. He might even see if you were ready to apologize for your indiscretion. 
You were in your room crying in Suma’s lap. The woman was much more sympathetic to your emotions than Makio, who after she couldn’t persuade you to eat anymore food snapped at you and stormed out. Your head was pillowed on Suma’s lap as you sniffled pathetically, tears sliding down your face. 
“Oh, please stop crying,” Suma cooed. 
“I can’t help it,” you hiccuped, “I love you all so much, and you’re all so angry with me.” 
“I’m not angry with you, my love. I was only sad to see you hurt. But you’re getting better. You’re stronger everyday. Pretty soon you’ll be as good as new,” she said, trying to be encouraging. 
“And then Tengen will swiftly kick me out.”
“No!” she cooed, “No he won’t. He loves you.” 
You huffed in response. 
“He does! He asks for nothing as Hina, Makio, and I rest at your side. I’ll bet he misses you as much as you miss him.” 
“I’ll bet he thinks I’m just a nuisance.” 
“I know Hina said it before, but you scared us,” she said softly. 
“I only wanted to make you all proud.” 
“I see you are still speaking nonsense,” Uzui said, to announce himself as he slid the paper screen door open. Makio and Hinatsuru were right behind him. They followed him in and Uzui sat at your side. You, stubbornly, did not turn to look at him. He sighed before scooping you into his arms and putting you in his lap. 
“You say such drab things. I hardly recognize you as the woman who caught my eye in a crowd of talented slayers. You were so flashy then.” He thought of you then, of the wooden beads at the end of each long braid, the mellifluous sound of them clashing together as you fought. The moonlight made your skin almost blue, a cool silvery color that came from the richness of your complexion reflecting the night’s atmosphere back at him. You were captivating.
“I would not have you married to a coward,” you reasserted, “I am not sorry that I saved that family, Tengen… but I do regret worrying you. I regret worrying you all. I should have gone to the butterfly mansion-”
“Nonsense! You nearly sounded like my wife for a moment,” Uzui cut you off abruptly, “For just a moment you sounded like my brave, stubborn wife, who I fell for the very moment you set your eyes upon me, but this woman who speaks of going anywhere but home, I do not know her.” 
You sighed, “I hate to cause any of you trouble.”
“You are only trouble when you allow yourself to succumb to such plain ways of thinking,” he seemed firmly before poking you between the eyes, “As my wife, your life is greater than any other mere mortal on this earth.”
You poked your lip out in a darling pout and instead of being indignant you tucked your head under his chin. He sighed and hugged you gently, careful not to disturb your still healing wound. Hinatsuru and Makio joined, ducking under each of his arms and Suma came to rest her head in your lap, looking up at you with wide sad eyes. 
“I am proud of your bravery,” Uzui relented, “And you wear my name well.”
“Ah,”Hinatsuru breathed, “Just yesterday in town there was talk of the most beautiful and deadly flower named Uzui who saved a village in the west.”
“Notoriety comes easily, though. You need not risk your life for it.”
“I will become stronger so that I can save people and return to you unscathed,” you vowed, realizing it was the only way to appease both yourself and Uzui. He pulled in a deep breath and let it go. 
“We will all see to your training then, after you’ve fully healed. Rest for now, all of you.”
It was another couple of weeks before your wounds were healed enough to train again and Makio was the first to let you know. She dragged you out of bed and outside to train with her immediately.
It almost felt like she was taking out her anger on you. This was not surprising. As prickly as Makio could be, she loved you. She was only satisfied when you’d gained enough mobility back to consistently beat her in your fights again. Which invited Uzui to step in, assured by Makio that your previous injuries were not affecting your ability to fight. 
Fighting Uzui was like falling in love with him all over again, weirdly enough. It’s how you came to love him in the first place after all. You’d never given a man the time of day. All of the men you’d come across up until you met your husband were weak willed and boring. They expected you to yield to them even though they weren’t fit to kiss the ground you walked on. For a while you assumed men were just like that, expecting reverence that they did nothing to earn, wanting to be praised for mediocrity. You became a demon slayer because it was the best way to garner respect as a woman and no one batted an eye at you being a foreigner so far from your home country. There were bigger things for slayers to worry about. After killing fifty demons you gained the attention of Uzui, who despite already being aware of the ostentatious clash of gems in your hair, swinging at the ends of your braids, the dark dye upon your finger tips, and the curve of your smile during battle took interest in your power as a slayer. He’d trained you himself, thinking nothing more of your acquaintanceship than he would any other slayer. 
He always said that he wanted you as his wife from your first meeting but you found it hard to believe. He was so mean to you at first and you were equally rude. Though by beating you in battle again and again… he did eventually gain your respect. And your determination to surpass him eventually won him over as well. 
Now when you fought your arguing was only for fun. 
“Sound Hashira! You’ve gotten clumsy in your old age!” You yelled at him as a strong kick to the back of the knee made his legs buckle for a moment. He made to hit you with the wooden swords you both used in place of your blades but you were already gone. You laughed a loud boisterous sound as you viewed him from the roof of the house. In an instant however he was behind you. You gasped and turned to strike but he’d already picked you up. 
“I win.”
You pouted for a moment then grinned, “But I landed a few hits. Wait until I tell Makio!”
He stepped off of the roof and landed on his feet on the ground. You scrambled to get out of his arms so that you could go brag to Makio. He watched you run off, the sound of clashing beads following you. He could hear you yelling your victory to Makio who yelled just as loudly in surprise. He followed the sounds of your yelling to see you flexing and posing flamboyantly for your wives. 
“You did not win.” He reminded you. 
“I am satisfied with that. My husband is the only being who surpasses me,” you grinned before striking another pose at him.
He tipped your chin up with one finger and bent down to kiss you. You leaned into him, moving your lips in tandem against his. Before you could fully recover from the fact that Uzui was kissing you, your wives wrapped their arms around the two of you. The moment you pulled away they attacked your face with kisses. You couldn’t help laughing as they peppered kissed down your face. You couldn’t imagine not coming back to them, to living without their love, so reverent and steadfast, you’d trully found a family where you belonged.
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luffysthickwaifu · a month ago
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Would you guys be into me making a fic about Tengen and how hes obsessed with a Black YN constantly asking her for her hand in marriage until he eventually wins her over ??? Im not saying ima do it but it would be fun 😂😅
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the-lady-writes-what · a day ago
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(Should I make a Demon Slayer smut collection on AO3 the same way I did for MHA?)
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Content: aggressive eating out, oral (female receiving), overstimulation, fingering, use of “good girl”
Fingers twined in Tengen’s hair as you bucked your hips against his mouth. Tengen lapped at your cunt while he moaned at the taste of you. The intensity of his lips and tongue pushing you over the edge made you crawl backwards on the futon. Tengen wrapped a strong arm around your lower belly and pinned you in place once he was fed up with you trying to run away from him. This was his favorite meal and he wasn’t about to miss out on it. 
“T-Tengen...gods! I can't...I can’t take much more of this. I’m gonna cum again!” Your fingers gripped his hair tighter. 
Your legs, thrown over Tengen’s shoulders, trembled with such violence. The more you cried out, the more passionate Tengen became between your legs. He toyed with your clit and made your toes curl to the point of making them hurt. Tengen looked up from your weeping cunt. Heat rushed to your face the moment your eyes met his. Tengen swept his tongue along your clit, achingly slow. He pulled a long, low whine from your throat. He drove the wet muscle back into your folds. You were held down by one arm and Tengen’s other hand came around to rub your clit. Fast then slow, fast again, only for him to slow down. 
“Fuck! Tengen, please! Don’t tease me.”
“Hm?” Tengen pulled his face away from your cunt. He lifted his head enough for you to see him lick the slick from his lips, making you shudder. “Are you now?” 
He plopped you flat back onto the bed. Two fingers pumped inside of you fast and hard. A third joined them as soon as your back arched off the futon. Tengen’s powerful body leaned over yours and his lips found your breast. He took your breast into his mouth, licked, nibbled, and suckled your nipple. His large fingers stretched you open as he thrust in and out and spread your slick all over your cunt and inner thighs. Your nails clawed down his back. Tengen thumbed your clit while his fingers worked you open. 
Tengen let go of your nipple with a pop and nestled his head in the crook of your neck. His warm breath ghosted across your skin, but his hand never stopped moving or slowed down. 
“Even around my fingers, you feel so good, love. Scream for me. Let everybody hear how good I make you feel.” Tengen husked against your ear. 
You grew lost in the sensations of his fingers plowing into your walls, and you imagined it was your lover’s thick cock stretching you open. Only Tengen had the ability to rile you up and make you cum. You were putty in his hands. Your body weakly thrashed underneath him as Tengen pumped his thick fingers inside of you. Your legs spread wider in anticipation of the spring coming undone. 
“Be a good girl and come on my fingers. Show me that pretty O-face of yours.”
His words were more than enough to make that coiled up spring unwind itself. Your legs trembled with the force of your orgasm. Tengen waited until you stopped screaming his name before sitting on his knees. He pulled his fingers slowly out and brought them to his mouth. Without breaking eye contact with you, he sucked them clean of your juices and licked his lips. 
“You look so good blissed out like that, princess.” He stroked his veiny cock while saying that. 
Your legs were closed shut and pulled onto just one of Tengen’s shoulder. Tengen’s cock was squeezed between your plush thighs. His cock grew harder while using your thighs for his own pleasure. You watched the reddened tip appear and disappear between your legs. Only when a bead of pre-cum oozed out of the tip did Tengen pull away and pull one leg to his other shoulder. Tengen lifted your hips off the bed as he aligned his cock with your still-wet cunt. You shuddered as the tip breached through followed by his stiff shaft filling you up. Your head fell back against the pillow where it shook back and forth while Tengen set a rough, fast pace. 
You started to see stars with every thrust of his cock. Tengen found your G-spot in record time, hitting it like a button that wound up the coil all over again. You thrashed your body against his. You were only able to meet his thrust for thrust for a few minutes before your body gave out. You sank into the soft bedding and let Tengen enjoy taking the lead. Your ankles crossed behind his neck while Tengen grabbed your hips. He bounced your body by your hips on his cock. All of your muscles, curves, and fat jiggled with every hard thrust of his cock. 
Tengen wore a grin from ear to ear while fucking you like this. He loved more than anything in the world to watch your body move. He also loved watching his dick disappear into your smooth walls and coat him with your juices. You cunt felt like velvet when wrapped around his member. You were so tight, wet, warm, and inviting. Tengen could spend all day between your legs if he was allowed to, whether it was his mouth or his cock. What he loved best of all was the face you made when he was inside you, fucking your brains out. You always had a blissed out look in your eyes. Tengen loved watching your face contort with pleasure. 
“Getting close?” He grunted. 
You mumbled your answer, but this only made Tengen snap his hips into yours harder. 
“I can’t hear you, princess!” 
“Yes!” 
“Me too. Just hold on tight.” 
Tengen pulled you close, making his thrusts deeper. He wrapped his arms around you and held you close. His bestial groans filled your ear until one final grunt finished it all. You felt him empty himself out. Warmth filled your lower belly. Your back arched as you scratched Tengen’s ribs. Your eyes rolled back and you bucked your hips. You creamed around his cock still buried inside your body. 
Sweat coated each other’s bodies. Tengen pulled out slowly just to watch his cum leak out of your cunt. He swiped some up with his finger and fed it to you. You licked his fingers clean. 
“I’ll be right back.” He left to get a damp towel to clean up what’s left between your legs. 
When Tengen returned, he cleaned you up and kissed your forehead. 
“You’re so pretty,” he murmured against your skin.
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itschi-chi · 2 months ago
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𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑡 𝐼𝑛𝑛 𝐸𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔
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Nsfw One-Shot
🍑 Pairing || Tengen Uzui X Rengoku Kyojuro
🍑 Warnings || Rough Sex , Pinning , Cursing , Choking
🍑 Synopsis || Tengen falls in love with Rengoku & Rengoku isn’t as innocent as he seems. 
Part two
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Great—just great. Uzui thought nervously, how the hell would he even be able to concentrate on anything if something does happen with Rengoku around!? He felt he would lose his cool any day now. He couldn’t be partnered with him, for heavens knows how long , in there! Though at the same time he wanted to spend time with him, he really did, but he knew he would never possibly like him back. Which pained him, but being a comrade and friend of Kyojuro was also something to be happy for ,he thought and hummed with confliction.
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Not to long from then, the nine of them set forth to the village. It took about three days just to reach the village region by train . The master had paid for their tickets, and had gotten them the best train there is, a comfy and luxurious one. The trip there was quite enjoyable actually, he didn’t even become bothered by Rengoku falling asleep on his shoulder.
Okay, so that was a fucking lie. He was bothered, extremely bothered, but by his own flamboyant power he magically held through. He signed , how would he even survived being in the same room as him if he was getting so worked up over, just a bit of contact like that. What about when he would shower , and he would come out wet and with his hair soaked with water, and his body. His body...that curvy and fit body. Tengen began drifting off in yet another sexual fantasy.
Until he felt, Kyojuro shift from his shoulder and yawn, he stretched up pulling his hands behind his hair and Haori lifting them up, and tilting his head exposing a side of his neck. His eyes teared up some from yawning, but for a second he saw Kyojuro glance to the side at him, almost seductively like he knew what he was doing, but he assumed he was just imagining it. The younger hashira wasn’t the type of person capable of pulling things like that afterall.
Before they knew it, they had finally arrived to the village. It was huge and lively, it wasn’t crowded but there was enough people to fill the space nicely. The sky was clear and exotic flowers were in season. There were many shops and almost every household had a minimum of one tree in their front yards. As everyone observed around, a woman dressed in a purple Yukata, approached them . She bowed, greeting them saying she was awaiting their arrival. The lakeside mansion reserved by the master is where she took them.
·:*¨༺ ★ ༻¨*:·.
Everyone was now settled in, wearing yukatas and wooden sandals, having a nice seat out outdoors with some Kushiyaki. Watching the fireworks from the festivals in the sky, except for three people. Gyomei, Rengoku and Tengen. Apparently Gyomei didn’t want to let up just yet so he decided to quietly patrol for the night until he deemed things were truly at low activity. The other two pillars had been in their shared room together, with the other reading a book and too absorbed to notice the time to change out his uniform. While Tengen was still panicking and being anxious about being partnered with Rengoku, to actually remember to change besides letting his hair loose. He drifted off so much he must have ended up staring a little too long at the man, since he noticed and stopped paying attention to his book.
“Is there something on my face , Tengen? “ he asked, “ You were staring!” He made a soft chuckle. He must have gotten a bit hot in his uniform, because it was unbutton at chest area, exposing his pecs. Those huge pecs, ..he bet he could fuc-. He jumped off the bed, instantly, startling Kyojuro and causing him concerned.
“U-um Tengen, are you sure everything is alright?” He looked up at him with a caring expression but how his lips were parted, and his usual bright eyes now dark and hazy made him feel some type of way. He couldn’t do this. “I’m gonna go outside for a bit, maybe to patrol with Gyomei for a while.”
“Oh. Okay!” Kyojuro yelled out. As he walked out the room.
He really wasn’t going to go patrolling with Gyomei, instead he decided to look for Shinobu, he needed to talk to her about all of this. She was the only one who knew about his predicament anyway. He caught her in the hallway walking back to her room.
“Shinobu!” He called out , she turned around smiling like always. “Eh, Tengen-San did you need something?” He looked down at the floor blushing a bit trying to find the right words. Before he could say what was on his mind , she gave a breathy, “oh my.“ and seemed to know what was already going on. She invited him into her room, since her partner was Mitsuri and she was still out having fun with the others and eating.
They sit down on the floor together , across from each other under the Horigotatsu. Shinobu pours them both a cup of tea. “Tengen-San , have you still not told Rengoku-San about your feelings? “ She paused “ You know , Rengoku-San will not treat you any differently even if he did say no , I think you should tell him, you might be surprised.~” She sung.
Tengen raised an eyebrow, confused at her repeated wordplay. “You’ve been saying that crap forever what are you trying to say?”
Shinobu laughed “Oh jeez, Tengen-San your quite oblivious aren’t you.” she raised a hand to cover her chuckling. Once she caught her breath she spoke, “Rengoku-San also has feelings for you.“, he straighten his body upwards, eyes widening in shock, she seemed to enjoy his reaction , because she giggled again. “I remember, he told me about around the same time you told me, just a month after I think, he also knows about your feelings as well, he said he wanted to see if you would say something first.“ She hummed. “He’s not as innocent as he leads on, you know.” Uzui couldn’t believe it that sly little fox was aware of his feelings this entire time?! So that little movement on the train was all intentional , he tried hard to contain his smirk. Oh tonight is definitely gonna be a night to remember.
He got up, and exited the room hearing, Shinobu coo once again before he closed the door behind him. He practically marched to their room. Opening the door, he saw Kyojuro, unbutton his uniform some more , by the wall near the open closet. In an instant, he turned the shorter male around, gripping his waist pushing him against the wall.
“T-Tengen , your back? “, he slid his hands over Uzui large ones, he was confused , did he upset the sound hashira? Though he wouldn’t lie, he was an honest man, the way Tengen was towering over him and gripping him so roughly made him blush and squirm.
Uzui bended down to whisper into his ear, “Don’t play dumb with me Kyo.”, his deep voice made him shiver. “You were waiting for me to say something first this entire time , huh?” He got closer, gripping his hands a little bit lower and tighter making the other place his hands on his chest, a tiny yelp sounded from his mouth. “I’m not sure what your referring to-“
“Kyo.” Tengen growled, “Your really driving me crazy.“ He places his hand at the groove of his lower back making him arch , his breath hitch. “Am I?” His voice laced with a seductive tone one that was brand new coming from Kyo. It made it harder to resist by the moment. Well, fuck Shinobu was right. This definitely isn’t the “ innocent” Kyojuro he knew. Seeing a whole new side to him made him go hot, he liked this, and he wanted to explore him more.
“Kyo, Do you know how long I’ve been holding back, how long I’ve wanted to kiss you , to touch you ..?” He pressed into him , making Kyo softly bite his lips to prevent anything from coming out. He pauses for a minute making Tengen worry, did he say too much? But it surprises him when, he feels two arms clinging his back , like a small koala. Even though he knew the other man was by no means slim and dainty , compared to his own physique , he was.
The next thing, he said, made Uzui lose all little control he had left . Looking up with half lidded eyes and parted lips with a flush expression. “I don’t know what you mean...U-zui” he dragged out the sound of his name, hugging him now. Tengen groaned, he swore he couldn’t get any harder than he was now.
In truth Kyojuro knew exactly what he was talking about, he had strong feelings for the man too, but he wanted to see what would happen if he pushed his desire over the edge. What he would say to him. What he would do to him...
TO BE CONTINUED...
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strawberrychz · a month ago
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RULES
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𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝐲/𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭/𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨/𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧-- 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠❗ 𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐞, 𝐬𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐫 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐬. 𝐢 𝐚𝐦 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐬𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠❗ ♡
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⊱ ──── { 𝘾 𝙃 𝘼 𝙍 𝘼 𝘾 𝙏 𝙀 𝙍 𝙎 } ──── ⊰
❥ 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫❗ 𝐢𝐟 𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐧❜𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐢𝐭.
⊱ ───── { 𝙍 𝙀 𝙌 𝙐 𝙀 𝙎 𝙏 𝙎 } ───── ⊰
❥ 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭:
✦ 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬, 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬
⊱ ────── { 𝙍 𝙐 𝙇 𝙀 𝙎 } ────── ⊰
❥ 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬 + 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭❗
❥ 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐤𝐧𝐲/𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫. 𝐢 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐨𝐜 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞❗
❥ 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡
❥ 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞. 𝐢 𝐚𝐦 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞. 𝐢𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭, 𝐢𝐦 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐢𝐭. 𝐢 𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞❗
❥ 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐛𝐨𝐱 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.
❥ 𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝. 𝐢𝐟 𝐧𝐨𝐭, 𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫-𝐧𝐞𝐮𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐥. :)
❥ 𝐢 𝐝𝐨𝐧❜𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐜/𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐩/𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬. 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 -- 𝐢 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟-𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠.
❥ 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞❗ 𝐢𝐦 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐬𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞.
❥ 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐩 𝐛𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐭❗ 𝐢𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. ♡
❥ 𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭:
✦ 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟
✦ 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭
✦ 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 
✦ 𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐮❜𝐬 [𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥, 𝐜𝐚𝐟𝐞, 𝐞𝐭𝐜.]
❥ 𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭:
✦ 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐱 
✦ 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐞/𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐮𝐥𝐭
✦ 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐬 [𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐢𝐟 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭] 
✦ 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚 
✦ 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐬 
✦ 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲
❥ 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧❗
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dumbdemonslayertexts · 6 months ago
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Stupid Lies and a Kiss (part 1)
Pairing: Tengen Uzui x black!fem oc or reader
Warnings: 18+! recreational drug use, dry humping, dick teasing
Note: i couldn't wait any longer to post this, the set up was taking too long for me to work out SO I GUESS ANOTHER INCONSECUTIVE FIC FOR Y’ALL
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it was kind of out of nowhere when he suddenly commands her to "come here."
she sees his cheeks hollow, noting the allure of his profile, especially with him so close. the man's cockiness grated on her nerves, but tengen was undoubtedly sexy... hell, he was irritatingly sexy. his knowing it was just icing on the insufferable bastard cake that was his personality. still, it was a great portion of his charm, and it would be a lie to say she didn't enjoy his company. damn him. when the joint is free from his lips, asia is left to melt as she watches the way his throat moves to let his mouth blow a neatly executed smoke ring. 
"what for..?"
she doesn't get an answer. instead, after he placed the smoke back into his mouth, she gets a massive arm around her back, and the other reaching to grip an impatient hold onto her hip. she's yanked into his lap without a word, shocked into bracing at his massive shoulders. god, his expression is the essence of sex. the next moment that registers, she sees how he's slipped down lower on the couch... and feels an unexpectedly formed semi-erection being thrust into her-- slow and hard, dragging against her clothed cunt in a deep curl underneath her. unsuspecting, she peeps out her surprise... and to her irritation, the noise she makes sounds far too much like a whimper for her liking. boy, what the fuck are you doing? ...she means to ask him--to at least give translation through her glare if the words couldn't come out (and they absolutely would not). he's not moved at all. his eyes are boring right back into hers, hungry and aroused daggers piercing at her coyness, making her want to squirm even as she feels the head of his dick poking through his sweatpants. he locks her firmly against his pelvis, so she has no choice but to sit and ride each wave of his hips. fuck, and his hips have his cock so well aimed... in no time he's slipped her pussy open, even behind the wet barrier of her panties, so that she feels his hard bulb rubbing heavily up her slit and down again. and so that they both feel her beginning to soak a spot into his pants in the process. asia trembles, not knowing that he sees every bit of the struggle on her face to not give in to or even reveal how fucking good he's stimulating her... to keep herself from grinding her pussy down against him to amplify every part of his movements. she has to lift her hips before he hits perfectly at her clit so she won't beg for him right there. 
"that's what for." he answers, passing the joint to her. tengen takes pleasure in watching her lips wrap around it--  even more at knowing that his were just on that same spot. that's right, princess... taste me on it til you're high as a damn kite. "you're annoying with all the stupid questions you ask." his hands diligently slip their way up the curves of her parted thighs, until his fingertips breeze past the hem of his hoodie and he can squeeze the fat at their softest point. "but you fit so damned nicely here on me." 
"fuck you."
he breathes out a chuckle, "at least we're on the same page, then."
"oh, so that's what you're trying to get down to?"
"what else?" he asks, "and why not, i feel good. you're sexy and you're making me hard," his ruby gaze lowers to the moist little jewel awaiting him underneath his borrowed clothing, and suddenly the need to lick his lips is unavoidable. "why not let me blow your mind while you're here... and blow your back out while i'm at it."
"you just swear you've got it like that, it's so funny to me," asia drones before hitting a long drag, making the end of the spliff lazily glow a bright orange. uzui smirks up to her, watching her exhale the smoke from those sweet glossy lips.
"you're sitting pretty on the best dick you'll ever get in this life, princess. that's a flamboyant guarantee."
whether to his intended end or no, asia's back arches and she pushes away from him. it props her up more on the muscled plane between his hips, offers an even more appetizing view of him beneath her... namely of the silvery formation of his happy trail that's now exposed. his teasing her had found his shirt now inched up somewhat on his stomach. the tan hue of his skin peeping from under his expensive pink tee, dusted with glossy wisps of his chrome white hair and disappearing with his v-line into grey sweatpants all look good enough to lick like candy. her face says it blatantly, with her head now delightfully swimming. and she pulls even more smoke into her lungs. she's already gotten a delightful high, enough to tickle her brain and make every shift and slip of his against her skin that much more pleasurable. her mind feels like it's floating... but she wants more. asia is chasing after nirvana with how she smokes, fading her into a hazed cloud of euphoria. in her quest for it, she fails to pick up on tengen's sudden triumph, glaring in arrant display on his face. he has wanted her in silence for years that had stretched into eons, now. asia's playful banter and unforced ease with him was a favorite of his, and for the thrill of their chemistry alone, he allowed her to hide behind it for this long. but he was no fool when it came to this woman. uzui felt the wall that her roasting and teasing was, constructed to hide her equal and opposite desire for him--romantic or sexual. 
smoke cascades from her mouth, and when he feels her palm brace at his chest, sees the way she edges the tip of her tongue along the ridge of her teeth, he decides to obliterate that goddamned wall to dust.
"you gonna give me an answer today, sweetheart? you can only keep up the act so long before it gets boring," he notes with a pinch to her leg, "not to mention, you're a shit actress."
she feels her brow arching above his awaiting stare. both his high and his lust have tengen's pupils blown. the bejeweled fuschia of his eyes now were stretched to a scant rim cloaking a field of black. their stare flickers slightly behind her, where he'd had a giant, gold trimmed mirror mounted in his living room for just such an occasion as this.
"that shit's hitting you, isn't it... you can't even tell you've been biting your lip at me this whole time, can you."
shit. she hadn't had a clue. and seeing her release it, plump and shining, it gunned his cockiness to full throttle. 
"mhmmm. and you're blinking exceptionally slow, your eyes are starting to roll back cause you feel so shitting good..." it worked to tengen's advantage. every time she gave those feline blinks, his eyes were back on their reflections. her waist tapered so gorgeously. it could even be seen through his grossly oversized hoodie on her. she looks so perfect in it... on him, her pillowy thighs framing his gapped legs, the swell of her hips poured over his, the curve of her ass perched so pretty above his crotch, "guess what, though. i can make it feel so much better, pretty girl. shit, the way i can take care of you... you'll be on another planet. i'll make you feel so fucking amazing," he put his attractive, ring covered hands to work, pulling up the hem of silk until it was pooled just at the dip of her sides. "fuck..." he whispers, long and drawn, primal when he finally sees the black of her panties... and that perfect, soft dish of plush and round she's got sitting on him from their reflections. he wagers at least five courses set out on his lap for him. uzui would tear his way through them all, and not stop until well after dessert. hell, that's what he planned to start with.
"you sure the hell want to, don't you," asia drawls, clearly fucking with him, but making him touch her more, "it's finally a side of you i like-- look at god! how bout you just tell me how bad you want this, baby boy..?" she smiles, rolling her tongue between her lips. his dick is straining so hard that it's aching-- something he'd expect more if he were in denim-- anything more restraining, really. but it speaks to how painfully erect she'd gotten him. and he has uncharacteristically muted his want of her so long that, honestly, he doesn't see her proposition as such a terrible one.
"that's a pretty subpar idea--not bad for you," he answers, and then corrects. "the more flamboyant plan of action would be to show you, lady drab."
"you motherf--"a benign punch to his chest punctuates, making him laugh. "are you serious!? really, you dipshit? la--"
"lady drab," he says with her, and interrupts with a shit eating grin, "countess of dull fuckery in the land of blow-your-brains-out-boredom." 
he's already reached behind her, tracing down the line of her underwear at either ripe cheek of her bottom, hooking his fingers underneath them so he could draw the material of her panties back and up... back and up... in a slow, deliberate motion that gives her the most teasingly light stimulation... (that shuts her up, to his tickling)  until he's got the front of them pulled down enough that the slit of her little jewel comes into view before him. asia sees his how his brows lift, signaling his surprise. "i knew i had a minxy little firecracker. miss drab gets herself waxed..?"
"shut the hell up, tengen."
he laughs. it's a deep, sensual rumble, and paired with a more seductive smirk on his. the combination makes her clench around nothing, making her loins ache and burn. "you got it, princess."
he shifts the two of them lower-- only a temporary measure to lower his sweats without disturbing their position so much. it also gives him the excuse to press his fingertips into the ripe fat of her behind as he slid them back onto the sofa cushion, "gods, i've been dreaming about what your moans sound like."
she doesn't get to ask. he's already positioned himself and plunged his cock into the snug barrier of her panties, opening those glistening petals for his sizeable length to drive between, coating it in her slick. the sensation was lethal. how warm it is, the stiffness of his manhood are already too much for asia. but the second she feels a vein brush past her clit, she is electrified in a total white out of her mind. her legs tense up, toes sprawled in stunned pleasure, by the time tengen grips her to keep her from falling over, she's already shivering, fighting not to go completely dumb between squirms.
"ten, shittt!" she cries out, stretching the word into desperate sobs. it makes no sense for it to feel this amazing. uzui seems to revel in it. but he can't mask his own pleasure, as his jaw is falling slack at the same time his throat bubbles out this sensual grunt. in the next second, though, his teeth are clamped as he takes in an elongated, sharp inhale from how divine her hot flesh is, how it's drooling all over his hard cock. he eases in little by little, rocking back out with each inch he slips in, pressed between her juicy pussy. the desire to wet every surface of his cock drives him more than his conscious mind has the chance, and she provides abundant lubrication for every bit of him that he provides.
"babydoll... oh, sweetheart, asia, fuck!" his voice fails, from a melodic praise to a hot husk, it fans over her neck, "your pussy, baby, your fucking--little pussy... you're soaking me, shit..! i told you didn't i--"
with that same ardor, he pulls her down by the collar of his hoodie, biting his lip to emote to her not only how sensitive she was making him, but just how badly he wanted to possess her, down to the very cells of her blood. "i told you how good you were gonna fucking feel. all for me, pretty girl." his dick slips in until he has no room left to move. both of them short circuit, gasping and twitching from the sparks ignited over their most sinful nerve endings. tengen leans up to sink his teeth into the sweetest and softest lip he has ever tasted, and watches asia's punch drunk look as he teasingly draws it out in a nip. he decides he could fuck her like this until she was numb; his cocktip is pillowed at the cleft of her ass--luxurious and soft enough to have him leaking precum that stained her underwear. it made her even slicker for him, combining both their arousal so lewdly. "you've got my dick so fucking wet, princess," he breathes into her skin. asia's eyes haven't come unclenched yet from whenever she'd shut them... she's deaf to how her voice bleeds through the restraint to keep herself quiet. it makes his length kick against her, burrowing deeper into that warm hug of her rear. "i wanna make you cum until you cry for me to stop with that smart aleck mouth of yours babydoll," sadistically he confides, drawing back to give a thrust that makes her squeak and cover her mouth, "just like this to start, huh? you want it..? how many times do you think we can go before you pass out..."
his head slams back against the couch, shoved there by the hair asia's fisted at either side of his skull. it paints the most profane grin onto his face. and he looks dead in her eyes with it, sordidly envisioning what indecent, what tearful, abused expressions he would melt that smug little face into.
"your good-lookin' ass talk too damn much."
she's popped on the ass with that remark, and the spliff is plucked from her teeth in a flash, just as she squeals from his touch. tengen has their noses touching just as quickly, the slap guilty palm now squeezing her face in a tender hold. pursing his lips on the joint, he locks gazes with her, sultry and dominant while he drags. a delicate pinch of his fingers pops her lips into an 'o', and he respires gently into her open mouth. asia catches on quicker than he expects, inhaling his smoke and breath without a moment's waste. his cock stirs when she licks at her top lip, as though it is the most delicious of tastes.
"your sexy ass fucking loves it," he mumbles, taking another deep draw into his lungs that makes her clit swell for him. and in his style, he squeezes her ass with the same, massive grip.
"brat."
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demon-slayer-chaos · 11 months ago
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hi!! <3 can you please do a jealous muzan scenario and what do you think would his darling’s reaction be?
🌹~Jealous Muzan x F!reader~🌹
"Calm down honey."
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Thank you for the request! It's very much appreciated! In this, The reader is Muzan's wife! Also, Bonus points for a request of my man Muzan♥️ -Chaos
Tw: Jealous Muzan. Angst, slight Yandere like behavior. Douma trying to steal you in a romantic way. Muzan getting ready to whoop some ass. NSFW themes mentioned (nothing actually happens) Btw there is some fluff at the end to make up for all of this chaos.
Requested: Yes
🔒Requests are closed as of now🔒
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I sighed softly as I sat down on the large bed in my room. Today has been long and rough.
I've done nothing but hang out with the twelve Kizuki, and oh boy that was a mistake. A big, mistake.
All because I was bored, Muzan was out, doing whatever. I was forced to stay back because he's afraid if anyone finds out about me, His Human wife, I'll be tracked down and kidnapped, or even killed. I understand why he wants me to stay, but I can't help but get bored.
Yes, you heard me correctly, I'm Muzan's human wife, yes. Human.
Now, how did a person like me catch the eyes of a demon overlord? I don't really know... But, he's kept me around, and he says he loves me.
I can't help but think he's lying to me sometimes... I mean, I'm a human. Why do I matter so much to him? I've got many questions.. like, why hasn't he turned me into a demon yet? Why did he pick me? Why do I have to be hidden away from everyone?But never the less with all the questions I'm probably never going to get the answer to, he loves me, and I love him back...
But today, I was bored, And I decided to hang out with a few of the upper moons. Usually I'm not allowed near them, as Muzan doesn't want me getting hurt but I'm sure these demons know very well not to harm me.
It was fun, just hanging out peacefully, until Douma walked in. Anytime he was near me, he'd get extremely... Unsettling. He'd be lovey, and he'd want my attention, but as soon as I'd go to talk or even look at Akaza, or anyone else for that matter. He'd get slightly mad and direct my attention back to him.
"S/O! I'm so happy to see you my dear!" He'd always say as he'd pick me up and hug me tightly, I've gotten used to his hugs by now, so I just hug him back and hope for the best.
But this was the one time I didn't want anything to do with him, I just wanted to read in peace. But that clearly wasn't going to happen.
"S/O! I wanna do something with you!" He said excited, I looked up from my book and gave him a blank stare.
"Douma, I don't want to do anything. I just want to relax and read." I said softly, he just shook his head and forced me up off the ground, making me drop my book in the process.
"It will be fun! I promise." He said as he dragged me off. I sighed and went along with him. I looked back at Akaza and he just shook his head, he usually would have said something to Douma about respecting me, but it was already too late.
"Douma, what are you doing?" I asked as we stopped. We were in a small room, and there was a record player. The tall demon was fiddling with something by the record player.
"I want to dance with you darling." He said as he placed down a record and the music started. It was calm.. and hypnotic. He held his hand out to me, and I accepted it. By then, he pulled me closer to his chest, and he spun me around, taking his time to move us both elegantly across the room.
I couldn't help but smile, Dancing with an upper moon? I could never think of it happening. But here we are.
We kept dancing and laughing, he was right, this was fun. This lasted for quite awhile, we danced through two songs.
At the end of the second song, he pulled me closer to him, making us chest to chest, he then dipped me. I squeaked and hold onto him for dear life, as I was unprepared.
"You look so adorable when you're scared S/O... I'd like to see that face more often." He chuckled as he lifted me back up and spun me around around.
He kept dancing with me, even though I was tired, and I wanted to stop, he wouldn't let me go. His sadistic smile never leaving his face, I gently tried to push him away, but he just grabbed my wrists and forced me to stop as we danced.
"Douma please— I'm tired. I don't think my legs can take this anymore." I plead, he simply chuckles.
"Not yet my dear, there's something I want you to do~" He said teasingly, I rolled my eyes and sighed at his playful flirting.
"And that is...?"
"I want you to kiss me." He said boldly, My eyes widen in shock. He knows I'm married to Muzan...
"Now, I know what you're thinking. "But I'm married to Lord Kibutsuji." trust me, I know very well... But... I love you so much more than him my dear, I want nothing more than to make you mine without punishment." He said as he smiled, he then pinned me to the wall.
I was in shock, I knew Douma liked me, it's been very obvious, but I didn't think he'd be this bold about it.
"Douma... With all due respect, I will not do that. I belong to one man only, and that is Muzan." I said firmly. He didn't like that.
He looked over my body, lust building up in his eyes. I tried to push him away again, but it was no match for a demon like him.
He then leaned in, and kissed my cheek.
"You'll be mine soon enough... Once your body starts to crave mine just as much as I crave you." he spoke lowly near my ear. I closed my eyes in fear. I didn't like this.
All of a sudden, Doumas hands were removed from my wrists and I was in a pair of strong, comforting arms. It was my husband.
The demon overlord stared down at the demon, who was thrown off to the side and on the ground.
"Just what do you think you are doing to what's mine?" His voiced hissed out, as his arms wrapped tighter around my waist. Not enough to hurt me, but enough to know that he was being protective. I simply just melted into his touch.
"Ah, Nothing! I was simply dancing with dear S/O!" Douma said with a goofy, yet guilty smile.
"Having her pinned against the wall? That's not dancing Douma." Muzan said with anger. The other demons smile didn't fade away.
"You're lucky I don't murder you here myself... But, I don't want my pet to see such a disgusting sight. Consider this a warning." He spat as he teleported away with me in his arms.
And that's what has led up to now. I was exhausted and tired. But, I was in my shared bedroom with my husband, his arms were wrapped around my waist, and he wasn't letting go.
He had his head on my shoulder, and I just gently leaned into his touch, I could tell he was still jealous. It's been an hour since that happened.
"Darling... you know you're mine and only mine correct?" He asked. This is the first time he's spoken up since he found me earlier.
"Of course darling, I know that very well. I belong to you, and you only." I said softly as he started to gently play with my hair. I could tell he was still mad, but not mad at me. There's a difference, if he was mad at me, he would have locked me in here alone. I've learn to grow and adapt to his cruel behavior at times. So I can definitely tell when he's mad at me, or someone else.
"Then I hope you know I won't let anyone take you away from me... Not even my own Kizuki." He mumbled, I simply just sighed softly and shifted, so I was facing him, and sitting in his lap.
"You know what I realized about you?" I asked softly, he looked back at me.
"And that is?"
"You're cute when you're jealous. You get so protective of me, like my life has been threatened. I find it so adorable. Especially since you're a demon." I chuckled as I gently took his hat off. Playing with a few strands of his hair.
"A demon overlord being protective of a weak, small human. I can't help but find it cute." And with that, he smiled gently.
"You always manage to calm me down... You're so different from other humans.." he said as he pulled me into his chest, rubbing my small back and playing with my hair a bit again.
"This is exactly why I married you... Such a small, yet adorable pet." After he said that, we stayed like this. In each other's arms.
I yawned softly and eventually, I fell asleep, listening to the soft sound of my demon husband's heartbeat.
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mewmewatlantis · a month ago
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Hey,does anyone know the name of a fic where ghost sabito is seen by the other hashiras,but not giyuu?it's in a 5+1 style
In one scene,giyuu is in the red light arc and uzui sees sabitos ghost,and thinks he's just a servant until he gets chewed out.
In another,mitsuri sees giyuu napping under a tree and sees sabito.
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dweebfics · a month ago
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Guess who’s back👀?
Its “Bumbleswipe” just with a new name.
FINALLY! Decided to come back and with new materials! I will continue my Transformers oneshot book do not worry.
I will be bringing a new My hero academia and Demon slayer oneshot book as well!
Requests are once again open!
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densecloud · a year ago
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kny office! au pillar headcanons, part. 1
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a/n: this was such a random idea but my brain just had to follow through. i don’t really have a structure per se, just dumping all the thoughts in my head. (this may or may not be the basis for some office romance content in the future) 
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Rengoku Kyojuro
works for human resources
always arrives way too early with often a sweet potato in hand
greets his co-workers with the loudest ‘good morning’ to cheer them up from their morning blues and wake them from their slumber
the man starts his morning with a straight back and puffed chest, but along the way twists and turns in his swivel chair like its child’s play. if you manage to walk pass his seat for breaks or whatnot, you’ll realise that he sits in weird postures that changes every 30 minutes
kyojuro has a pretty unorthodox obsession with maneki-neko figurines. has about 15 small cats collected so far which are neatly arranged in his space, and 2 really huge ones that acts as gargoyles for his fortress. he makes some time once every few days to polish them
has a habit of sticking his neck up like a meerkat and just looking around the office for fun
responses quick to emails; so quick that he gives his superior a shock sometimes, and he’s really easy to reach out to in general
it’s obvious that he’s diligent, cheerful and charismatic. the ladies and newcomers tend to get friendly around him due to his demeanor, especially the aunties working at the staff canteen. his co-workers get along really well with him, and they sometimes can’t help but wonder how he’s this optimistic during crucial times
nevertheless, nobody has ever seen this man exude a gram of negativity before, and as such they love him --- as a colleague, of course ♡
just the best HR ever, and he’s so warm that the staff actually feels cared for by him ♡
Tomioka Giyuu
100% a finance guy
his brain is a literal computer that runs so quick, and its quite insane how he maintains that stoic look while completing his work at godly speeds
that being said, giyuu always looks like he’s running on less than 5 hours of sleep everyday and seconds away from rage-quitting
mentioned to shinobu once that ‘smiling uses more muscles’, hence he ain’t gonna bother doing that for the sake of conserving energy
believes in getting real comfy for the job. you’ll observe that he has a baby blue blanket wrapped around his lap while cuddling an ohagi cushion, because the office is just that cold
consumes at least 3 rounds of coffee, black. sugar and cream will be decided by his mood for the morning
you’ll rarely see him leave his seat unless it’s for the loo, which he visits only once or twice throughout the day
is he a robot? nobody knows. he’s so mysterious anyway, to the point that some people have given up on speculating. people from other departments still wonder if he’s single or not, because in certain angles he does look ‘kinda attractive’, as i quote
avoids after work dinners and hangouts, with a few exceptions per year. he is not a fan of spending more time after hours because he cherishes his alone time and personal life, and would rather connect with his colleagues during the working hours itself
gets dragged out for lunch by shinobu all the time, comes back to the office with more coffee and a slight perk to his lips if he ate salmon daikon for the day
giyuu is hardly contactable. any messages unrelated to work shall be ignored, and even so, he’ll view a message and take at least 20 minutes to reply. ironically, he types quick, so i assume his brain short circuits while processing the information every time ^^
because of his slightly intimidating and cold appearance, his juniors are terrified to consult him. but giyuu is actually more than willing to guide them, just that he’s confused on why they choose to avoid him rather than ask for help as instructed. in the end he continues working, unaware to the reasons why
his boss loves him though, because the man’s efficient
overall, he needs more sleep because of his darkening eyebags. poor bb
Tengen Uzui
giyuu’s boss aka the finance manager
one of the most chaotic beings in the company
he might seem like a casanova at first with the flirting and all, but it’s just how tengen presents himself. has a strict rule of separating workplace relationships with personal ones, thus several ladies end up heartbroken after confessing to him
that being said, he’s drawn to the quiet girl who works in his level... hmm?
some of the managers find him a little bit overbearing, but his department produces one of the best results for the company, so their mouths are zipped
also another one who’s loved by the aunties because he’s just that charming
oh yes, speaking of chaotic. this guy takes at least 5 pantry breaks in the day, but still manages to get work done. what does he do there? stack cups, fold paper planes, talk to whoever’s there... the list goes on
he purchases a lot of wacky things and stores them in his drawer. slinky springs, a switch... and sometimes plays with them during his break or while his fingers are bored
(this guy has his secret stash of liquor in his cabinet. his mug might be a little spiked sometimes. if HR doesn’t know, all is fine)
arm wrestling matches in the middle of office hours
tengen loves wearing shoes with a short heel, not only because its flamboyant, he wants people to know where he’s going each time he leaves his seat. what an attention seeker. i love him
uses emojis in his emails; not only the smiley face range but sends out others like a skull emoji to show his response towards the work-dump received
despite all these chaotic vibes emitted from him, his department really respects him. although some of them would rather die than admit it, tengen has pretty sick leadership skills and is really helpful towards his colleagues
you can actually see how different he is once he gets serious or turns into a mentor. though focusing on the topic, he tries to keep it light hearted along the way with his smile and tone, so the other party doesn’t get too stressed about it
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sjhanny2000 · 2 months ago
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The Danger of Flamboyant Love (Part 2)
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Hi everyone! Here's part 2 of the series; I'm still working on part 3 so it may be a little while until it comes out, just FYI! Also, thank you for all the love!
Please let me know if you would like to be tagged for further parts of the series!
Warning(s): angst, violence, emotional manipulation, sexual assault, rape/non-con
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“-and Koji ended up sleeping on the engawa all night long for saying that!”
The sun was waning as you sat across from Tatsuya, a cup of warm tea nestled in your palm. You had been talking for what felt like hours now, having gone through nearly two entire pots of tea as the pair of you caught up on each other’s lives over the past two years. Tatsuya had moved from your shared home village in hopes of striking out on his own as a blacksmith and he was doing well, enough that he was gaining recognition from others in his line of work slowly but surely. Explaining your marriage dynamics and duties was a topic Tatsuya seemed most interested in to your surprise and mild discomfort, asking how Tengen and the girls treated you and similar topics.
“It must be hard, with them being away so much,” Tatsuya quietly commented, cup sitting at his lips. “Don’t you get lonely?”
Giving your friend a smile, a ping of sadness filled your heart. “I do, but I know that their occupation as Demon Slayers is a matter of life or death. If saving innocent lives means I have to be alone more often than not, that’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make.”
Silence filled the space between the two of you and you knew that Tatsuya hadn’t been accepting of your answer.
“You deserve better.”
Many believed you deserved better, including your siblings who you were consistently corresponding with following your departure from your home. Tsuna, your eldest sister, was the most vocal (always had been since you could remember) and often threatened to harm your spouses, no matter their station or ability. One particular letter had been quite scalding towards your spouses, accusing them of mistreatment and neglect to which you swiftly refuted.
‘You cannot excuse the truth, little sister, for we both know that is honest madness,’ Tsuna wrote, her handwriting shifting to a messier font, attesting to her displeasure. ‘Your spouses simply akin you to that of a servant, one to keep the home ready and fresh meals available. How you can eagerly accept such a role is beyond my complete understanding.’
Was she being akin to a servant? Hinatsuru, Makio, and Suma were always eager to help out around the house when they were home, and your husband and wives were to the level of smothering whenever all of you were in the same vicinity. Tengen alone was supportive and assisted you in gaining a confidence you had never cultivated before in your time spent with your family, yet he seemed more interested in his duties and your wives than yourself at moments. Had you been simply lying to yourself to cope with the fact that they were gone more than were present? What if they were gone more due to your presence? Perhaps all the love and affection they gave was to simply placate you as they happily lived their lives apart from you, traveling abroad with one another. Your insecurities scratched away at your mindscape, deepening the gouges that had been developing since the moment your father gave you away like a piece of livestock. You never were given the opportunity to say goodbye to your family, to hug your sisters one more time, to play shogi with your brothers. Tengen had been firm on keeping to his schedule at the time and was unrelenting in his insistence on getting you home to the estate so he could continue on with his responsibilities. Coming to know he had three wives, what a demeaning feeling filled your soul. You were with a man you didn’t know, in a place far from the only home you’d known, and suddenly you weren’t his only wife, no, you were his third! While you came to love Makio, Hinatsuru, and Suma with all your being, and Tengen as well, you were almost just a mistress it seemed. Not a wife, not a kunoichi nor a Demon Slayer, just an individual tending to the various needs or requests of her master and mistress-.
“What troubles you, Y/N-chan?”
Tatsuya’s voice ripped you away from your heavy thoughts, your (e/c) eyes meeting his own with red cheeks. “Oh! It’s nothing, just a simple thought, is all!”
“You don’t have to lie to me, onee-chan,” Tatsuya gently took hold of your hand in his large one with loving sincerity. “It’s okay.”
Your gaze drifted upwards to gaze into his pools of icy blue, comfort and worry swirling about within his chilling irises as your heart constricted painfully within your chest. Guilt ate away at your heart, the loneliness of being a housewife and away from all familiarity finally hitting its peak as you looked away.
Small droplets softly stained the fabric of your kimono as tears began to fall from your teary eyes, shame, fear, and sadness swallowing your being in one gulp. “I-I am simply afraid that at times, I’m the reason why they are gone so much. Father practically thrust myself on Tengen, Tatsu-chan, there was no way he could have said no without being extremely rude and sullying my honor! I sometimes feel as if I’m intruding on their lives and that perhaps onee-chan is right, that I am simply a servant or a mistress. I love them, I do, but I know they don’t feel the same way and it hurts!”
“If that is the case, they’re a bunch of fools, Y/N-chan,” In an instant, your eyes returned to him, only to see anger and frustration present on his once playful face. “You didn’t ask to be married off, especially to people like them! They may give you love and attention from time to time, but if you got sick, would they put aside their mission and come nurse you back to health? If you happened to become pregnant, do you want your child to experience what you are dealing with right now? Loneliness? Abandonment? Inadequacy? Is that what you want for the rest of your life?!”
Just the mere thought of your child growing up in such a situation had your stomach churning. There could only be so many explanations and excuses given until the child would either begin to feel unloved or filled with resentment. It is what happened to you with your father; the man, so focused on his duties and fattening his pockets, left you and your siblings to be raised by nannies following the death of your mother. He only interacted with you all when it best suited him, particularly through marriage contracts and apprenticeships with high government officials. When your siblings began to leave for apprenticeships or to be with your spouses to make families of their own, you only grew lonelier and the large house even emptier than before. You were completely alone by the age of twelve and spent four years walking the halls with only your shadow as your companion, your father too busy to interact with the final child he had yet to give away. No child deserved such a lonely life, even if you were to be present.
Tatsuya took hold of your hand, the other cupping your cheek lovingly. “You deserve to be loved, Y/N-chan, much better than you are now. The way I could love you, you would never feel alone and like someone’s mistress! I would keep you safe and secure and most importantly appreciated! I can already see your worth outside of being a simple housewife, your heart is kind and your mind sharp as a sword! Someone like you deserves to be spoiled and loved every waking moment, not abandoned and cast aside by some work obsessed demon killers!”
Fear began to creep in your heart as you watched an unnerving emotion fill your childhood friend’s eyes, instability present in both his speech and mannerisms. While two years had passed since your last meeting with Tatsuya, you were honestly surprised to see his behavior and how he spoke. He never was this touchy, preferring to be more touching with his actions than his words, and while he may not agree with the terms of your situation, he would do his best to be understanding and supportive rather than demeaning. Something was wrong, your gut was churning in warning, a feeling Hinatsuru always reminded you to never ignore.
The kunoichi’s rough hands gently cradled your cheeks as her stern eyes peered into yours without mercy. “There will be times in danger that our bodies inform us of dangers we can’t foresee, Y/N. Listen to those warnings, they might one day save your life.”
You cocked your head in confusion, frown forming on your lips. “How would my body know I’m in danger?”
“We as humans have ways of self-preservation, some are quite flamboyant,” Tengen shifted in his spot beside your wife, his left index prodding at your torso’s core with honest seriousness coating his features. “If you ever feel uncertain or on edge here, never ignore it. Our bodies can sometimes sense danger before we can, no matter how flamboyant or godlike we make ourselves.”
You needed to get away from here. The feeling was fading away, it was only growing with every moment you sat there.
Tengen glared from his spot beside Makio, pool of miso soup in hand. “If you ever find yourself in trouble and we aren’t there to protect you, I expect you to do everything possible to make sure you survive. You’re precious to us, so don’t die, alright? Dying isn’t flamboyant.”
His words echoed loudly in your mind, desperate determination coating your veins. You had to get away, your spouses needed you.
Stay calm, say you need to leave and get home. Don’t look back.
“What you say may be true, Tatsuya-chan,” guilt vigorously ate at your person as you pulled away, firm and tearful. “But I can’t abandon my wives and Tengen simply because I’m unhappy with certain aspects of our marriage. My needs are miniscule compared to those of the innocent lives at stake. They are my life now.”
A frustrated groan was emitted from deep within the man’s chest. “How can you accept that you’ll never be someone important to them, that you’ll always come second to this stupid mission of theirs?! Can you accept that they’ll never love you like they love each other?!”
“I-I do not know if I ever will, but I do know that I cannot blatantly abandon my spouses as everyone keeps suggesting just because of my petty complaints,” you wiped away your tears, moving to stand to your feet.
You calmly took hold of your basket, taking note that you had all of your belongings, “I’m sorry Tatsu-chan, but I need to be leaving before it becomes dark-.”
“You think I’m just going to let someone as beautiful as you slip through my fingers without a fight?”
Turning around to confront the man, you found something hard and unrelenting striking your temple, a cry of pain escaping your lips as you crumbled to the ground. You moaned in pain as something warm and sticky ran down the expanse of your face, the world spinning violently around you from your spot on the ground.
“I’m sorry, Y/N-chan, but you’re not going to be returning to your lovely husband and wives.” Tatsuya's blurred person crouched beside you, his voice sickly sweet and condescending. “That won’t be possible after I feast on your magnificent body.”
His hand traveled playfully up your clothed leg, the sound of him licking his lips filling your ears. “You’re going to be such a beautiful meal, so sweet and soft. I wonder what your blood tastes like.”
Fingers swiped across your forehead, roughly swiping away the sticky substance coating your skin, and you shuddered at hearing his delight moans. “Just as I suspected! Sweet as honey!”
Your vision finally settled in that moment, the fogginess fading away, and a scream of utter horror erupted from the darkest depths of your chest at seeing what your childhood friend had become.
There, a mere feet away from your position, was Tatsuya but several parts of his body were now mutilated and sickening. Ice blue eyes were now a sickly shade of green and slitted, skin covered in magenta and black vine like veins, his teeth now sharp and glinting dangerously in the softening light of the fading sun. Spines protruded sickenly from his spine, hands no longer human but like claws, and Kami why were his legs bowing like that?!
“I’m sorry to have not been forward with you, Y/N-chan, but I didn’t want to scream you off before I could trap you,” Tatsuya’s voice sounded as if he had been eating sharp objects, scarred and throaty.
Trying to scramble backwards, to get away from the monster your friend had become, you moved to stand and were met with a clawed hand wrapping itself mercilessly around your throat.
Your hands instantly shot upwards, scratching and clawing to break free of the hold as you struggled to breathe, Tatsuya chuckling in humored delight. “Oh look how you struggle! How adorably pointless!”
A clawed hand snuck up your stomach, coming to grope your right breast as you whimpered in terror. It traveled upwards from where it was groping you to rest on your face, running a claw against your aching right cheek.
“Your lovely spouses have no idea you’re here in the village, oh what drama!” Tears began to fall down your cheeks as your chest screamed in protest at the lack of oxygen entering your lungs, limbs growing heavy. “Did you know they were here, trying to stop little old me? No? Oh what fun!”
What, they were here-?
His grip tightened, darkness eating away at your field of vision without abandon as he pulled your limb form close, mouth stationed beside your right ear. “I think they’ll be positively heartbroken when they see that you were one of my little snacks, no? Too late to save you and the countless others I’ve feasted on! They’ll be so distraught they’ll be mine for the taking!”
NO!
Your hand flew forward, aiming to strike the monster in the face, but he merely caught it with ease as he pulled away from your face, tsking in disapproval, “Now, now Y/N-chan, there’s no need for such behavior! You’re going to be a part of something beautiful here! The death of the Sound Hashira and his wives! What a thrilling tale it will be!”
He gave you a sickly grin, pure evil in his neon irises. “But for now, we must wait until dusk for the main event and I want some time to prepare get everything ready. Maybe get some extra love from this gorgeous body of yours.”
Your chest ached and your mind was full of fog, leaning heavily towards suffocation as you struggled to get some form of oxygen into your body. Limp both mentally and physically, exhaustion ate away at your resolve, body disconnected from your mind as Tatsuya held you up mid-air.
“Goodnight, my sweet Y/N-chan.”
As if a bag was placed over your head, exhaustion enveloped your mind and turned the world around you pitch black, unconsciousness overtaking you.
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m-mangachild · 3 days ago
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Izuku Midoriya
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Put your Phone Down
Synopsis: It’s cracked humor.
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the-lady-writes-what · 3 months ago
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13 Nights of Kinktober is live! If you enjoy Tengen Uzui or Demon Slayer or vampires, follow the link below!
October 19: Tengen Uzui & Wives--The Vampire King and his Wives
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itschi-chi · 2 months ago
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𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑡 𝐼𝑛𝑛 𝐸𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔
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Nsfw One-Shot
🍑 Pairing || Tengen Uzui X Rengoku Kyojuro
🍑 Warnings || Rough Sex , Pinning , Cursing , Choking
🍑 Synopsis || Tengen falls in love with Rengoku & Rengoku isn’t as innocent as he seems.
Part one
·:*¨༺ ★ ༻¨*:·.
Today—had been one of the hottest days ever for Uzui. Is it, because it’s mid summer and the temperature was over 80 degrees? Well yes, was it because a certain golden-haired someone had stood a little too close to him? That, had also been a yes.
It started a little more than a year ago, last Autumn, when Uzui began to develop feelings for Kyojuro. They both were assigned together on a mission to report and slay demons down in a countryside rural hot springs village. Apparently the demons attacking were known to go after “mature looking“ women who were considered very beautiful , after they would finish soaking in the hot springs , once they would step out the bathing area, swiftly and quickly the demons would snatch them up and take them away. Ten women in total had gone missing beforehand . Though, after a few days the two slayers—slayed all the demons , and the ten women were found alive some had major injuries and some minor , but fortunately all of them had survived and were properly treated for their wounds.
Afterwards, due to the late hour, he and Kyojuro decided to book an Inn, to spend the night and be off the next morning. It was a shared room with doors that would split the room into two, but during the first hours of the night, the two decided to plan out other possibly demon attacks since one of the demons mention another “group” somewhere nearby the village. Finishing up, Uzui vividly remembers how Kyojuro’s long eyelashes would flutter up and down from reading his book and how the dim orange hue of the room only intensified his sunset eyes . He never realized how pretty he was.
One time, Kyojuro's hands got badly injured from a battle with a demon with a lava blood art. They were partnered up for yet another mission, his hands were bandaged up so much , he couldn’t even hold anything without dropping it. Luckily the demons in the area were gone , but Uzui remembered him being quite distraught that he couldn’t use the utensils he needed to have a meal. Makes sense. The flame pillar was known for his great appetite after all.
Tengen had to help in feeding him and holding up his beverage for him to drink. The way Kyojuro's lips perked up around the cup made his heart flutter. He wondered what those lips would feel like, what they would taste like , but he quickly snapped out of it.
He couldn’t be with him, he knew for a fact the other wouldn’t like him in the same way. The only person aware of his feelings were Shinobu, who encouraged him to just talk to him and that he could be surprised, but he just didn’t want to make things awkward. So he decided admiring him from a distant was the best and safest option.
Easier said than done. It was getting harder and harder for him to think straight around the flame hashira. The man would always make the cutest expressions ,would always brighten up a room with his cheery attitude ,would always look beautiful after a sparring session. He would be panting and tired but, Tengen would imagine how he’d look tired and panting under him in bed. Which made it difficult for him not to blush or accidentally get a hard on, in front of him because of his daydreaming.
However it wasn’t just about how beautiful he looked, his spirit and soul were also beautiful. That lion-like pride and strength he held in battle ,that gorgeous bright smile he gave to everyone . The unusual loud but familiar way he would speak ,but most importantly it was how he was capable of healing you and triggering thought, within your soul by just talking. Tengen knew Rengoku was a mature man, but he was also kind and soft, and carried a peaceful aura around him, that made others enjoy his presence. Those had been the reasons for Uzui developing feelings .
“Ah, Tengen!” A familiar voice calls out, he looks down to see Kyojuro staring widely up at him. “Tengen are you feeling well?” He tilts his head almost like a puppy. Cute, Tengen thinks. “You’ve seem to start gazing off!” He gives a small cheerful laugh. Uzui snaps back to reality and almost stutters , “Oh!” He pauses and laughs as well, “ I was merely thinking , gazing wouldn’t be very flamboyant of me , would it?” Both the hashira’s smile.
Before any of them could speak again, Mitsuri came walking up to them , bearing a bright smile. “Rengoku-Senpai~ ,Tengen-Senpai~!” She waves, “Master would like all the hashira to meet up in the headquarters for a meeting!” She exclaims , in a sweet voice.
·:*¨༺ ★ ༻¨*:·.
Soon all the hashira got seated in the headquarters waiting for the master to speak.
“Hello, my children, before I tell you of the news today and what I have planned for you , I’d like you all to know how proud I am of everyone. You've all worked so hard and pushed through so many limitations and obstacles to protect your fellow humanity , and more with only human bodies . You, my children , are the angels that defend against the evil in this world. “ He smiles and many of the pillars begin thanking the master in their unique way.
He raises a hand so he can continue , “ Something has happened ...” The pillar's expressions run cold thinking it will be troublesome news , he smiles to show they need not to worry , and they relax yet still concerned. “... The demons have been infected with a deadly virus that has been killing many of them off . We know not exactly how this has happen but it could possibly be the effects of the flowers wisteria , known to be very potent to demons , the number of deaths among the demons is a very outstanding number , even the upper moons have been affected. Due to that , the level of demon activity in the world have decreased by a staggering 90% , leaving only low level demons not protected by Muzan out in the open. Which the virus seems to be airborne and highly contagious so they have not any time to cause harm because they are being wiped out in an even faster rate, than higher level demons.” He finishes .
“So , what does this mean master?” Mitsuri asked, holding her fist up to her chest. He smiles once again, “It means I am sending you all on a vacation. I think it’s about time you all could finally relaxed, but ..” he adds “You will still need to stay on guard , though activity is low , anyone may be turn into a demon by other demons , due to newfound studied maniac states within those affected. I’ll be sending you all to a lovely village up northern, there you will have fields and equipment to train if you wish, and spas, a reserved mansion , and many shopping areas to relax if you wish. I will also be putting you all into groups of two or three to help one another if anything suspicious is going on. Since this was the last town for demon activity.”
The master calls out each group, and the final group of two happens to be, “Lastly , Uzui and Kyojuro—you two will partner up.”
TO BE CONTINUED...
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xsugarysweetsx · 9 months ago
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dumbdemonslayertexts · 6 months ago
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Stupid Lies and a Kiss: Preview
Pairing: Tengen Uzui x black!fem oc or reader
Warnings: recreational drug use, dry humping
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it was kind of out of nowhere when he suddenly commands her to ''come here.''
she sees his cheeks hollow, noting the allure of his profile, especially with him so close. the man's cockiness grated on her nerves, but tengen was undoubtedly sexy... hell, he was irritatingly sexy. his knowing it was just icing on the insufferable bastard cake that was his personality. still, it was a great portion of his charm, and it would be a lie to say she didn't enjoy his company. when the joint is free from his lips, asia is left to melt as she watches his mouth blow a neatly executed smoke ring. 
"what for..?"
she doesn't get an answer. instead, after he placed the smoke back into his mouth, she gets a massive arm around her back, and the other reaching to grip an impatient hold around her hip. she's yanked into his lap without a word. the next moment that registers, she sees how he's slipped down lower on the couch... and feels an unexpectedly formed semi-erection being thrust into her-- slow and hard, dragging against her clothed cunt in a deep curl underneath her. unsuspecting, she peeps out her surprise... and the noise she makes sounds far too much like a whimper for her liking. what the fuck are you doing? ...she means to ask him--to at least give translation of it through her glare if the words couldn't come out (and they absolutely would not). he's not moved at all. his eyes are boring into hers, hungry and aroused, making her want to squirm just as she feels the head of his dick poking through his sweatpants. he locks her firmly against his pelvis, so she has no choice but to sit on him and ride each wave of his hips. fuck, his hips have his cock so well aimed... in no time he's got her pussy open, even behind the wet barrier of her panties, so that she feels his hard bulb rubbing heavily up her slit and down again. and so that they both feel her beginning to soak a spot into his pants in the process. asia trembles, not knowing that he reads every bit of the struggle casting over her face to not give in to how fucking good he's stimulating her... to keep herself from grinding her pussy down against him to amplify every part of his movements. she has to lift her hips before he hits perfectly at her clit, so she won't beg for him right there. 
''that's what for.'' he answers, passing the joint to her. tengen takes pleasure in watching her lips wrap around it--  even more at knowing that his were just on that same spot. that's right, princess... taste me on it til you're high as a damn kite. ''you're annoying with all the stupid questions you ask.'' his hands slip their way up the curves of her parted thighs, until his fingertips breeze past the hem if his hoodie and he can squeeze at their softest point. ''but you fit so damned nicely here on me.'' 
"fuck you."
he breathed out a chuckle, ''at least we're on the same page.''
"oh, so that's what you're trying to get down to?"
''what else?'' he asked, ''and why not, i feel good. you're sexy and you're making me hard,'' his ruby gaze lowers to the moist little jewel awaiting him underneath his borrowed clothing, and suddenly the need to lick his lips is unavoidable. ''why not let me blow your mind while you're here... and blow your back out while i'm at it.''
"you just swear you've got it like that, it's so funny to me," asia drones before hitting a long drag, making the end of the spliff lazily glow a bright orange. uzui smirks, watching her exhale the smoke from those sweet glossy lips.
''you're sitting pretty on the best dick you'll ever get in this life, princess. that's a flamboyant guarantee.''
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demon-slayer-chaos · 10 months ago
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Couple I please request HeadCanons of Douma with a short human s/o that craves affection? E.g. hugging, kissing, holding hands etc. Gender neutral s/o if possible , thanks !
Thank you in advance , have a nice day/noon/night ♥️
♠️Douma affection headcanons♠️
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UH FUCK YES. DOUMA IS A TRIP TO WRITE ABOUT. SO HELL YES. Sorry I got very excited! Thank you for requesting something!! Sorry it this is short!
Tw: Douma being Douma. Like- that's all. This is all fluff.
Requested: Yes
🔓Requests are open!🔓
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♠️- First off, how did you manage to make a sadistic cult leader into ya boyfriend?
♠️- Ofc not doing any Douma slander because I don't hate him, but just- how??
♠️-ANYWAYS!
♠️- since his S/O is much smaller than him, he's honestly gonna find you extremely adorable.
♠️- He does like it that you crave attention. Not just anyone's attention, His attention. It makes him feel honored in a way.
♠️- Although you are gonna have to explain to him to not death grip you when giving hugs/cuddling. The man isn't the best when it comes to this stuff.
♠️- He does love to give you small little kisses, On your forehead, Your cheek, Your neck. Literally anywhere on your body.
♠️- Although when you give him attention, he gets extremely happy, you two are similar in a way if you think about it.
♠️- He will keep you away from his cult tho, Douma may be a strange man at times, but you, you are different. You're is S/O, he doesn't want what's his getting broken.
♠️- Since you are Human, at times he will get a bit out of hand, as he forgets your body is extremely fragile compared to his. So for example, when he's just pampering you with kisses, it might turn into small nips here and there, that is until he just fucking bites your shoulder. 💀
♠️- anytime that he does end up hurting you, he jumps on it right away to try and help.
♠️- Also, if you're doing anything and he's not around, then all of a sudden you just feel two arms sneak around your waist and you get hugged from behind, that's just Douma saying hi and checking up on you.
♠️- But overall, He loves it that you want his attention, he honestly would do anything for you if it made you happy.
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