#agatsuma zenitsu x reader

[mysicklove]

𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆

DAY 24: SPREADER BAR

With: Zenitsu Agatsuma

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: Sub! Zenitsu, gn! reader, crying, reader kinda is pushy but Zenitsu is fine with it, VERY sensitive Zenistu, overstimulation,

A/N: I hope i didn't take this too far. Reader is kinda pushier than my other fics, but idk. kinda nervous about this one for some reason. tbh, I'm not really liking any of my kinktober fics </3

Zenitsu squirms. Plain and simple. Kiss his cheek and he is giggling like a school girl, touch his chest and he is shrinking away from you with a whine, stroke his cock and he is accidentally closing his thighs together. It was just instinctual, he’s sensitive, and even if he likes the touch, he seems to struggle staying still and letting it happen.

So, you bought him a spreader bar. Zenitsu adores handjobs, but its always a pain to keep respreading his legs (You once slapped his thighs as a warning to keep them open, and he immediately sobbed and begged for forgiveness. You never slapped him again). It was good to take measures into your own hands. 

But, he happened to be a little nervous about it.

“Y/NNNNN. Is this really necessary?” Zenitsu whines, his face pink from embarrassment at being completely bare in front of you. You were clicking on the cuffs to his ankles, while he lays against the headboard. 

You kiss the inside of his knee, before moving up closer to him. “You know it is. How am I supposed to make you feel good if you keep moving away?”

He pouts and looks away. “Don’t mean to.”

“I know baby, you’re just so sensitive. I love that about you,” You coo, leaning forward to kiss his temple. You rest your hand on his abdomen, and he flinches, eyes flickering to yours out of nervousness.

He looks down at his open legs and covers his face. “So embarrassing.”

“Hmmm. It’s cute, legs spread like a little whore. Only for me, hmm?” He whines at the slight degradation, moving closer to you to seek comfort in your warmth. But of course, he agrees, slightly nodding and playing with his fingers.

Your hand moves down to his cock, and he lets out an airy breath. Immediately you hear the clanging of the cuffs as he tries to move. You grin, glad his thighs aren’t stopping your antics, and pump him once, and then twice. His hand grips onto your pants and he looks up at you with pleading eyes. 

You continue, now going faster, and he keens, back slightly arching off the bed. He tries to keep his mouth shut, but it gets harder with every second. A minute goes by, and he is already spasming.

“F-Fuck slow down–You know I can’t!” He isn’t used to this, he usually gets a small break in the moments you take to pull away his legs. A chance for him to calm down, to not let his oversensitive body overwhelm him.

His legs are trembling and flexing as they try to force themselves together, but can’t. You continue your merciless pace, and his mouth hangs open, moans and whimpers falling with every second. Tears have already begun to well up. “I can’t. Wait, please! I can’t! Too much. It’s too much!”

You slightly slow your pace at his words and watch the way the pre drips down your hands. His thighs are shaking and he is twitching. Tears begin to spill over as he finally has a chance to catch his breath. You rub his face, brushing the drops away. “’m sensitive! Can’t keep up. You are going too fast, Y/N!” He sobs, and you coddle his face in apology, glancing back at the way his whole body seems to jerk when you reach the head of every slow stroke.

You coo at him, murmuring sweet nothings into his ear, as the spreader bar clanks with his movements. “But doesn’t it feel good, Zen? Your body is so reactive. You just need to relax and let it happen.”

He looks up at you with crocodile tears in his eyes and lets out a couple of sniffles. “Well, it did feel good. Just scary. Don’t got any control over myself,” He warbles, burying his face into your clothes for comfort.

You smile at him and begin to pick up the pace of your hand again. His hand tightens into a fist on your clothing. “Let me take care of you. I won’t let anything happen to you. Just gotta relax for me, yeah?”

A second goes by, and then two. “Mhmkay. Just, try to be gentle. Please?”

“Of course. Doing so well, ya know. Being such a good boy,” You praise, and he lets out a happy hum, soaking up the words. 

You slowly make your way to your original pace, ignoring the way he jumps, or tries to hyperextend one of his legs at the feeling. He begins to pant, and he’s clutching at you desperately, trying to keep himself relaxed, but also grounded.

Eventually, you reach your original pace, and his knees are caving in. He wants to close his legs desperately, but he can’t, and his body is reacting immensely to the intense pleasure. “Fuck. Fuck. Its a lot. It’s too much!”

“How does it feel, Zenitsu?”

He thrashes around the sheets, crying again, but seeming to enjoy it more than before. He doesn’t look afraid, just simply letting it happen. “Good! Mhmmokay im okay. Just–Just hard. Cant….Think!”

The bed creaks from his sporadic movements, and you are even having trouble keeping your hands on him. His hips are turning from left to right, and his back is arching occasionally. His mouth is open again, and his eyes are hazy. “Can’t last. I can’t!”

The bar continues to rattle, and his legs continue to strain against it. You are even worried that he might break it from the force of his movements. “You can cum whenever you want, my love.”

He doesn’t respond, just nodding his head, with his eyes slightly rolled back. His hands can’t stay still, interchanging from clutching at you or the sheets, to holding onto his legs to try to help stop force against the bar.

With his upcoming orgasm, the pleasure becomes more intense, and he begins to sob. “Fuck. S-Sensitive. Oh god, feels weird! Gonna cum. Please please please! It’s too much again!”

“You already have my permission, Zen. Relax, let it out.” He nods into your clothing and clings onto you like a lifeline but listens.

He cums, and it’s much different than before. He can’t curl up into himself, as he usually does, but tries to anyways. His body goes stiffer than usual, and he lets out three high pitches, broken moans. He shuts his eyes and arches his back into you. The white liquid coats his stomach, but he can’t even feel it, instead focusing on riding out the waves. 

He looks cute like this. It seems like it was his strongest orgasm in a while, and you are intrigued by it. Your hand slows down, and forces out the last couple of drops from the tip. 

You accidentally overstimulate him, and his whole body jerks and he lets out a whimpering sound. You gulp and pull away, trying to think of other thoughts, because overstimulating Zenitsu may be adorable, but if he reacted the way he does with a handjob, you may kill the poor boy with anything more.

But he blinks at you, eyes red with tears. “Again?” He breathes, still twitching occasionally from the aftershock. 

You gulp again, not sure if going again would kill him, or you.

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[vampcubus]

𝐊𝐍𝐘 𝐏𝐄𝐓 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐇𝐂𝐒

:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 : kyojuro, tanjiro, and zenitsu.

:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : reader is implied to be fem, the term "wife" is used!

𝐊𝐘𝐎𝐉𝐔𝐑𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐎𝐊𝐔

— As much as pet names make his heart soar, he melts when you call him by his first name. The tender way your lips form around each syllable as if his name was something so dear to you. It makes his stomach flip every time you utter it. Kyojuro. Kyojuro. Kyojuro~ nothing sets his heart ablaze quite like your adoring voice echoing his name back to him.

— He’s Rengoku to most that know him, big brother to Senjuro, but to you he’s just Kyojuro. Your Kyojuro.

— However, there are some pet names that get those butterflies going: my love, honey, baby—something about being called baby makes him soften visibly. He gets that wet smile on his face and big eyes that say, Yes that’s me.

— He really really likes it when you call him “husband” there’s something so domestic and coy about it that makes his heart flutter. 

“Husbanddd, I require your assistance!” You often shout to him from the other room when you need help with something, and whether it’s simply a dish from a high shelf or a piece of furniture that needs to be moved, he pops his head into the room with an enthusiastic “Yes, wife!?”

(He especially likes it if you aren’t married yet, so when you teasingly call him “husband” it sounds like a promise.)

— Kyojuro has a multitude of pet names for you! He thinks your name is beautiful but he only calls you it when he’s feeling serious. Prepare to adopt second names by the day. 

— Names such as: my love, my flame, my heart’s fire, darling flame, my heart.

— And if he’s feeling particularly syrupy? He'll sing out names like sunflower and sunshine. cus you’re the ever-glimmering light of his life 🥺

— Everything that comes out of this man’s mouth sounds like a declaration of love.

— Another one he’s fond of is little flame.

“I’m not so little!“ you’d proclaim, making a face as he pats your head affectionately.

“Compared to me you are!” he’d laugh with his whole chest, teeth showing as he tosses his head back in glee.

— And even if you’re taller than him (which I’m sure he’d find incredibly enchanting, being able to rest his head on your shoulder and standing on his tippy toes to kiss you) you’re still his cute little flame.

𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐑𝐎 𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐎

— He’s pure as they come when it comes to romance; shy but loyal to a fault! Tanjiro is a little clueless on how to go about the whole relationship business being so sheltered, all of his knowledge of courting rituals and such he observed from his parents (and they weren’t around very long to teach him 💀)

— Tanjiro honestly loves to call you by your name. He thinks it’s pretty and suits you perfectly. It took a great deal of conditioning to convince him it was alright to call you by your first name. To call you by your first name feels like an honor, so naturally, he’d want to utter it as often as you’d allow. 

— You can’t help but love the way he almost whispers it like a precious secret between you. His gentle voice always takes on an adoring quality when he says your name, every syllable honeyed and reverent.

— Tanjiro’s pet names are sickeningly sweet things like: sweetheart, flower, beautiful, and petal.

Nothing better than waking up to his kind gaze already trained on you, a muttered “good morning, beautiful.” against your temple as you’re still stirring from sleep. He gets that lovesick puppy look on his face when you reply with, “good morning to you too, handsome.”

— Tanjiro would let you call him anything you wanted, no matter how silly. You can’t go wrong with a cute shortening of his name like Tanji or a simple “my love” if you’re feeling sappy—and with such a loving partner as Tanjiro, wouldn’t you? He loves you so passionately it’s hard not to let the syrupy pet names fall like rain when he looks at you like that.

— His favorite though? Honey. Something about it just makes his brain turn to mush, he’d do anything for you when you call him that.

“Tanjiro honey, the bathroom door’s stuck shut again!” You’d holler, bouncing a fussing child with one hand and trying to pry the stubborn door open with the other. 

He’s at your side in seconds, wrenching the door open with considerable force. You sigh in relief, smiling when you feel his lips against your cheek, and watch as he shushes your child by simply stroking a thumb over their forehead.

“Thank you, honey,” you sighed, planting your own kiss to your husband’s cheek. He only beams, holding the door open for you and scooping your child into his own arms to let you have some much-needed alone time. 

𝐙𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐔 𝐀��𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐀

— I think it’s pretty obvious that Zenitsu is an avid pet name enjoyer, both giving and receiving! 

— He struggles not to shorten your name or replace it entirely with sugary pet names before you’re even official. And once you are irrevocably his? Prepare to forget your real name because you’ll never hear it from him again. Y/n? Who’s that?

— Your new names include: dearest, my love, sweetie, angel, peach blossom, sugar, honey—the list goes on and on! 

— His pet names only get sillier and sappier, but you’ll never have a dull moment with him that’s for sure. Zenitsu also uses the silly ones to make you laugh and can you blame him? It's his favorite sound <3

— Zenitsu doesn’t expect you to pick up his habit and start calling him your own sweet names.

— The first time you called him sweetheart his head whipped around so fast, eyes sparkling as he looked left and right, pointing to himself to ensure you were speaking to him. And when you nod he nearly bursts into joyous tears, fists clinging onto your kimono. It’s the first time he’d been given a sweet name, he can’t help blubbering his approval into your clothes.

— Zenitsu turns to mush before your eyes for any pet names, but his personal favorites to be called are: sweetheart (he melts every time), my love, my heart, and baby—that name in particular makes him get all misty-eyed and following after you like a puppy (another name I HIGHLY recommend calling him)

— Definitely soft for being called “husband.” it reminds him that he’s found someone that isn’t going to give up on him. No matter how many times he cries or falters; you’ll always be right there by his side. And then of course being married is his ultimate fantasy, so he can’t help but puff up with pride when you refer to him as your husband.

— Call him “pretty boy” and he’ll actually die. local man found dead in the marketplace after being called pretty by his own wife.

— it gets to a point where he grimaces when you use his actual name like who tf is Zenitsu? He’s sweetheart? He’s baby? 🤨

[lotusflqwer]

Caught

A/N: Hello everyone, Lotus here!! This is a Zenitsu x f!reader smut fanfic! Aged up of course. If you have any constructive criticism or suggestions to make my writing better, y’all can send an ask or maybe leave a comment? I’m still figuring out how tumblr works so…..sorry😰 Anyway I hope y’all enjoy!!

Warnings: 18+, female reader, caught masturbating, a little bit of underwear fetish?, whimpering, vaginal penetration

Word count: 1.3k

Everyone knew Zenitsu had a crush on you, but being a demon slayer didn’t exactly allow enough time for romance. That didn’t mean you didn’t like him back; you were always thinking of him. His golden hair, soft lips, champagne colored eyes, strong legs, toned back and chest-

You snapped yourself out of your daydream, stopping the thoughts from going any further. You were sitting on a porch in the butterfly mansion watching the sun set.

I should probably head back inside. You thought, embarrassed that you were thinking of such things.

You made your way inside, saying hello to everyone as you passed them by. It was almost time for dinner, and you figured you could relax in your room until then.

But you heard a noise that made you freeze. Is someone….whining? And groaning? The sounds were faint, but you definitely heard it.

The noises sounded like it was coming from your room. Oh no, did someone get hurt? You rushed to get to your room and slid the door wide open, wanting to help whoever was there. But nothing could prepare you from what you saw happening in your room.

Zenitsu was on the floor against your bed, moaning your name over and over. His pajama shirt was unbuttoned and halfway off, revealing his muscular upper body. In one hand was a familiar cloth being held against his face. His other hand was wrapped around his cock, jerking off quickly.

“Z-Zenitsu!?” You stuttered, shocked at the scene that was being displayed. His head shot up, and his face instantly turned red. He tried to cover himself from you. “Y/n?! I-It’s not what it looks like!” Zenitsu rapidly responded, stumbling over his words.

You pointed at the cloth he had in his hand. “Is that my……underwear?” You asked. Zenitsu covered his face with his hands, feeling embarrassed by your question. “Y-Yes….it is,” he replied meekly. A deep red blush appeared on your face.

“I’m sorry y/n!” Zenitsu yelled, “I-I promise I will leave you alone, you will never see me again!” He looked at you with tears in his eyes.

Before he could say anything else, you slid the door closed and walked closer to him. “Zenitsu….” You started, heart beating rapidly in your chest. “How come you didn’t hear me coming down the hall?” You said, lowering your voice.

“U-uh um” he stuttered and looked away, not daring to meet your eyes. You put your hand on his cheek and made him look up at you. “I asked you a question. Why aren’t you answering?” You asked innocently, knowing full well what you were doing to him.

Zenitsu’s erection twitched at how you sounded. It was music to his ears. “I was too focused thinking about you a-and I didn’t hear you” he answered, almost whispering. He looked into your eyes and adored how beautiful you looked. He loved everything about you.

“Y-y/n……can I kiss you?”

You bent down and gave him a deep and passionate kiss. Without breaking the kiss, you straddled him and took his erection in your hands. He gasped at the sudden feeling. He’s been fantasizing about this moment for months. You leaned in and whispered, “is this okay?”

Shivers went down Zenitsu’s spine as his sharp hearing amplified your sweet voice. “A-ah~….yes it’s m-more than okay” he moaned.

You nipped at his ear as a response and planted kisses all over his neck as you jerked him off.

“Y/n~” he whimpered, “t-this feels— ah~ a-ahh~ —so good!” He put his hands on your waist and pressed you closer to him.

His perfect moans and whines filling the room made your core heat up.

“God y/n y-you’re so hot” Zenitsu groaned, groping your chest as you kept jerking him off. You leaned in to lovingly make out with him.

Zenitsu took your hand off his dick and lifted you off him. You could feel his strong arms under you as he set you face up on your bed.

Zenitsu leaned down and started leaving sloppy kisses on your neck. His hands made their way to your breasts, pinching and rubbing circles around your nipples.

You moaned into his touch and arched your back. One of Zenitsu’s hands left your breasts and started to go lower. He rubbed his hand up and down your folds before he started massaging your clit.

“Oh god, ah~ Z-Zenitsu~” you moaned as your nails dug into his shoulders. He groaned at the feeling of you leaving scratch marks on his skin.

You cupped his face with both hands and kissed him.

As your kiss turned into a make out, Zenitsu lined himself up with your entrance. “Is it okay if I go in?” He pulled away to ask. A string of saliva connected your mouths.

You simply nodded, unable to form any words.

Zenitsu kisses your cheek and slowly slid the head of his cock in. He paused, waiting for you to tell him you were ready for him to go in further.

Tears threatened to spill from your eyes. He’s no where close to halfway in, and I already feel like I’m being torn in two.

After a minute or two, you signaled him to go in deeper. He slowly pushed himself into your dripping pussy until he bottomed out.

Zenitsu was panting. You felt so wet and warm. He wanted to thrust into you, but waited for you to adjust to him.

“O-Okay….you can start moving.” You whispered, knowing that the uncomfortable pain would soon be replaced with pleasure.

Zenitsu slowly slide out halfway and thrusted back in. He let out a shaky moan as he felt your tight walls around his dick.

He trusted slowly a few times before he quickened his pace. You didn’t feel pain anymore and started moaning at how full you felt with each thrust.

Moans getting louder by the second filled the room as Zenitsu found a rhythm. Neither of you have ever felt this good.

Zenitsu thrusted into you faster and faster, bruising your cervix as he somehow went deeper with each thrust.

You could feel your orgasm approaching, and you were sure he was close too. Zenitsu’s thrusts were getting sloppier as he continued.

You couldn’t think of anything besides how good you felt. You intertwined your hand with Zenitsu’s.

“M’close! So, so close,” you moaned. Zenitsu only nodded. He wanted you to reach your orgasm first, so he could pull out to cum.

As if you read his mind, your free hand went to your breast to play with your nipple, so you could cum sooner.

The sounds of skin slapping on skin and Zenitsu’s moans was the final thing you needed. You came and arched your back, rubbing your body on Zenitsu’s.

After two more thrusts, Zenitsu pulled out and strings of cum shot onto your stomach.

You both admiringly looked into each other’s eyes. “Zenitsu—“

“Um….excuse me? Y/n?”

You and Zenitsu immediately froze and looked at the closed door where the voice came from.

“Y-yes?!” You yelled back in response, your voice sounded like you ran a mile. You hoped whoever was behind the door didn’t catch how breathless you sounded.

“I was sent here to tell you dinner is being served. Also, have you seen Zenitsu? He wasn’t in his room when I went to tell him dinner is ready.” The voice stated.

“N-Nope! I haven’t seen him,” you said, smiling at Zenitsu. “Maybe he’s outside? If I see him, I’ll let him know he can go eat.”

“Oh ok! I’ll go check if he’s outside.”

You heard their footsteps fade away as they left. Zenitsu sighed out of relief that you two didn’t get caught. He sat up on the bed, making you feel cold without the warmth of his body.

“I guess we should go eat dinner” Zenitsu whispered, sounding worn out.

“I’d rather stay here with you,” you pouted, “you’re so warm, and I just want to lay with you for a bit.”

Zenitsu’s face turned a bright pink hearing you say that. “Alright, just a few minutes” he replied sheepishly. He laid back down and put his arms around you and pulled you into a tight hug.

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A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed it! Again if there’s any constructive criticism you have please send an ask or a comment or something lollll. Thank you for reading!

[taytak3syou]

doesn’t stfu. like bro goes on and on about you. good things? no. bad things? no. literally only about your sex life. he doesn’t care who knows how good he fucks you. he doesn’t care if anyone knows how loud you moan for him or how you scream his name when he hits a special spot inside you. the way you grip onto him, tears in your eyes begging him to slow down or stop. but does he listen? no. he’s obviously made people uncomfortable from talking about this. but does he care? no. he will go on, hours and hours about how much he loves to be inside you. how he loves your warm mouth on his cock, and how he always loves when you let him fuck you right. has he lost friends because of this? yes. does he care? no.

R. Suna / Y. Terushima / M. Atsumu / K. Denki / H. Sero / A. Zenitsu

[eiba-ashi]

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[dearestones]

Whether Brown or Weird (Agatsuma Zenitsu x Reader)

Warnings: Fluff, takes place after Entertainment District Arc. 

Synopsis: As one of the servants of the Butterfly Mansion, you’re tasked with a number of duties. Sometimes, that includes listening to the woes of some of the swordsmen under your care. 

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“Am I ugly?”

You looked up from your needlework, the thread pulling taut against the needle. In the infirmary, there were several beds that had been recently made and vacated, evidence that your workload was rather light. Despite how bare the room may have looked, you knew better than to feel bored or lonely in this space. During a time when demons roamed and most humans were oblivious of their existence, this was a blessing that most demon slayers would not have been able to fully embrace most of their lives. 

As a servant working in the Butterfly Mansion, you helped with the upkeep and the maintenance of this safe haven. Even if your role was relatively small compared to the swordsmen who braved the many haunts of suspected demon sightings, you knew that your part to play still provided aid to those who needed it most. 

Today, you had been tasked with mending uniforms that still had hope of being salvaged after many run-ins with demons. Usually, you would have proceeded with your tedious task in your rooms or in the kitchens where you could keep Aoi company. Today, you resolved to observe the three young men who came into Lady Shinobu’s care after Lord Tengen’s stint at Yoshiwara’s Entertainment District. 

All three of the young warriors were mid-ranked, but you could immediately tell that they had skills beyond your level of comprehension. Their muscles were toned and bulky, faces lined with fatigue and weariness after having disposed of not one, but two upper ranked demons. You had the pleasure of monitoring their care a few months ago when you had first been hired as extra help, but the differences were astounding. 

They were growing stronger.

When you had first arrived, a basket filled to the brim with a combination of their uniforms interspersed with other slayers’ garments, all three of them had been sound asleep in their cots. Despite their protests, the three younger servant girls had made sure that they were given enough medications that they would surely have been knocked out for at least a day or two. Their hope was short lived, you couldn’t help but think. 

The moment that you stepped inside the room, the blond demon slayer (Mr. Agatsuma, if you recall from past interactions) had twitched and sighed. At first, you thought about turning tail and alerting Aoi or any of the three younger girls that Mr. Agatsuma was waking, but no sooner did the thought cross your mind that he ceased moving. You chuckled to yourself, you must have been really on edge if you were so quick to call for someone!

You settled on a chair nearest to the blond in case he should wake and then started your process. 

For the most part, your work kept your hands busy, but your mind free. Aside from the steady breathing of each of the swordsmen (you overheard some slayers calling their technique as recovery breathing), you heard the wind rustling three branches outside. A quick glance up confirmed that the windows were opened, which alayed the rise in your heartbeat. After a while, you fell into a rhythm of piercing the black cloth with your needle, pulling it through as the thread followed, and then pulling everything taut to make sure the rip closed and lined up neatly. Mistakes were rare, but you were loathe to allow your mind to wander too far as to suddenly create an unwelcome surprise in the future. 

Engrossed as you were into your work, it would have been easy for any of your coworkers to sneak up on you…

Or if a certain demon slayer was looking at you, mesmerized by your willing presence at his side. 

So when he asked that question “Am I ugly?”, you had no idea if you should smack him for interrupting your work without so much as a greeting or to calm your breathing first. Eventually, rationality won out. Despite such a blunt question and the rude contest in which he was asking, he was still an injured patient who still needed at least a week full of rest before anyone could even think about pushing him to his limit. Furthermore, maybe he was delirious. Changes in mental health could be as much to blame for odd questions. 

“Mr. Agatsuma, why do you ask that?” You peered closely at him, your eyebrows furrowed and your needle settled neatly into one of the seams of a jacket you were mending. Beside you, your basket was still somewhat overflowing with clothing, but you chose to ignore it for now. 

The young man fiddled with his fingers, his dark eyes focused on the ceiling above him. From what little you knew of him (and based on numerous anecdotes from the three young servant girls), he was supposed to be a loudmouthed young man who wore his heart on his sleeve. Often, he would whine and beg to stay in bed longer so as to shirk his practices as a swordsmen, but that was early on in his career. Before his joint mission with Lord Tengen, Mr. Agatsuma had been in top form with the rest of the trio—albeit, still whining and pessimistic at times. Honestly, you didn’t have much of an opinion of him, but you knew that his efforts to stave off demons in the world was already far greater than yours.

In front of you was a person who had the strength and the skill to slay demons. Even if his over enthusiastic nature concerning women was a bit over the top and turned most people off, he was still a genuinely good person. That was more than what you could say for some of the other war hardened members of the organization. 

“I… Did you hear about the debriefing about our last mission?”

You shrugged. As a servant, most higher ranked members would not have bothered to fill you in on the minute details, but you did know about the destruction wrought in Yoshiwara and that you narrowly escaped being escorted into the Entertainment District by Lord Tengen himself. It only took a few moments to connect the dots and direct confirmation from Lord Tengen to realize that Mr. Agatsuma and the others had to crossdress as young women in order to lure the demons out from their hiding spot. 

“All three of you and Lord Tengen fought bravely against some higher ranked demons.” A small, but genuine smile lit up your face and when you glanced down at Mr. Agatsuma, you could have sworn that his pale features were dusted a pale pink. “For that, Lady Shinobu and the other Hashira are grateful.”

“Yeah… Yeah, we did an all right job.” He sounded unsure. 

“Who told you that you were ugly?” You plucked your unused needle from where you had last pierced the uniform and waved it in the light. “If you want, I can give them a stern talking to.”

The fight must have taken a lot out of him because instead of putting on an act on how grateful he was that you were willing to defend him or maybe even grace you with a tearful display of how scary you acted, he simply deflated and looked even more morose than ever. Besides the less than bombastic disposition from your very first appearance to now, this is what tipped you off that something was terribly wrong. 

Mr. Agatsuma should never look so downtrodden and defeated like this. 

And yet—-

It was like you were meeting him for the first time. 

Like this was a part of him that was just as real as his emotional outbursts. 

“Mr. Agatsuma,” you tried again when he didn’t answer. Leaning forward when you were already so close should have elicited a reaction from him, but instead he seemed to cower away from your actions. “Even if they said you’re ugly—” You held his hand, a part of you somewhat taken aback by your boldness, but otherwise in control of the situation. “—I don’t think you are. And if you ask Aoi or any of the girls—maybe even Lady Shinobu!—I think they would agree with me. Besides, not all women prefer looks over personality.”

For the first time, the blond swordsmen seemed to brighten and underneath the midmorning sunlight, he was just as radiant. Even his smile, which was smaller than normal, was steps above the wallow that he had been stuck in. 

“So you don’t mind my hair?”

You blinked, your hand reflexively tightening over his in surprise. 

“Your hair? They didn’t like your hair?” 

His hair was one of the most striking things about him. Rumor had it that he had been struck by lightning during training one day and that’s how his locks became golden. In fact, the trio of swordsmen that he was part of each had their own respective features that made them stand out: their hair in particular was a topic of debate. You couldn’t imagine anyone thinking that his hair was ugly. The shade may not have been everyone’s preference, but you found that both the texture and the golden hue nicely contrasted his soulful brown eyes. If anything, the ladies in Yoshiware should have been fawning over the color. 

“But… Do you?’

Ah, if only Mr. Agatsuma was this subdued whenever he was pursuing women. If he did, you were more than certain that he would have a horde of young women hounding after him. 

You squeezed his hand once more, his skin rough and hardened from years of training, but still comforting to the touch. 

“I think the first thing I noticed about you was your hair!” The blush on his face was fetching; you knew you had to continue. “It reminds me of the sun, you know? Or candlelight! Something warm and very inviting. Beautiful, too.”

Redder and redder, his cheeks looked like they were about to combust in flames. Nursing may not have been your main priority at the moment, but even the hand that you felt was higher in temperature. Was he sick? Should you get Aoi? Or any of the three servant girls to tend to him?

Before you could leave and ask for help, you felt him tug you into his chest with strength that should not have been possible so soon after battle. If it were anyone else, maybe you would have felt flustered at your compromising position, but you were more than aware that he meant no harm. You could only hope to keep most of your weight off him despite his insistence on tugging you closer.

“Thank you, thank you! The women there just kept calling me ugly! Even the demon said so! And if that weren’t enough, even that stupid Hashira said that they could use me to scrub toilets!” On and on he went, complaining between compliments on how you were as beautiful as you were kind. 

It looked like he was going to recover soon enough.

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KIMETSU NO YAIBA (DEMON SLAYER) MASTERLIST

[kaigarax]

You Can Break my Heart

Agatsuma Zenitsu x Reader

Quote: “Fall in love by opening yourself up to heartbreak.”

Zenitsu awakens, not to the sound of creaking floorboards but the wafting of a melody through the air. Gentle fingers against the wooden keys of a piano.

It is a strange sound that seems to echo in the recesses of Zenitsu’s mind.

It is constant and keeps him from falling asleep.

Gradually, the melody has gone on for too long and Zenitsu once again finds himself fully awake.

The lightning style swordsmen peaks a curious eye open before turning to look at his sleeping companions. Insouke, who sleeps on his right, is fast asleep without a care in the world; and Tanjuro, who sleeps on Zenitsu’s left, has his head face down on the pillow. The box Tanjuro carries Nezuko in is tucked safely in the corner of the room undistributed.

Light streams in between the curtains. It’s a faint silver stream of light, but light nonetheless. It keeps the room from being enveloped in inky black darkness and allows Zenitsu a little bit of leeway as he curiously peaks around the room.

The only bed that is left empty and unchecked is yours, which is the bed farthest to the left and closest to the door.

The sheets of your makeshift bed are messy as if you had tossed them aside after not being able to fall asleep. Zenitsu guesses that you hadn’t meant to be out of bed as long as you already have and wonders if he should go find you and bring you back to the now cold and messy sheets.

Briefly, Zenitsu wonders if you would have been able to have fallen asleep better if your bed had been beside his own.

Not that there's anything wrong with you sleeping beside Tanjuro’s!

There is a respectable amount of space between Tanjuro’s bed and yours. Nothing promiscuous but neither far enough to say that the two of you are strangers. The people who worked in the Wisteria house had insisted that you stay in your own room but had eventually given in to your request of sharing a room when other occupants had arrived.

You had talked about how you hadn’t wanted to sleep alone. Something about how you would much rather spend the night with people you were familiar with than in a lonely room all by your lonesome.

Zenitsu found that little quirk of yours cute.

Though, there wasn’t much about you that wasn’t cute.

Eventually, curious about both your location and the melody, Zenitsu makes his way out of the room, careful not to disturb Nezuko from her slumber.

Unlike most Wisteria homes Zenitsu has been in, this one does not creak beneath the weight of those walking on it. The doors also slide open easily. Zenitsu makes sure to leave the door a smidget open before making his way towards the sound.

The darkness of the night is strangely welcoming to the fearful boy. Perhaps it is the smell of Wisteria flowers that pushes away the unease that Zenitsu often feels in the absence of light. Or maybe it’s the uncanny familiarity to a place he does not know. Or maybe, just maybe, it is the melody that has aroused him from his slumber.

The melody is slow and melecolnic yet Zenitsu feels himself well up with hope.

Behind a paper door, Zenitsu can make out your figure beside a flickering candle hunched over a black grand piano. A western instrument that had likely been imported here by one of the residents.

Zenitsu can only imagine how much of a fortune something like this must have cost.

A moment of brief silence pauses and Zenitsu fears that you may have spotted his form through the thin paper door.

He hopes that you do not find his behaviour disturbing.

Zenitsu stands as still as he possibly can in hopes that it’s not him you spot in the middle of the night. Eventually, when you turn back to the piano Zenitsu notices that you have begun playing with more aggression.

Your fingers are heavier against the keys and the tempo has increased ever so slightly.

Something has awakened within you as the playing has now shifted tunes. It has changed into something that Zenitsu is almost… unfamiliar with. It seems to be the same melody yet it suddenly sounds so different from what you had been playing before.

He can feel your sorrow, joy and longing through the melody that wafts through the air.

Growing up, the boy had always preferred songs to words over melodys without. There has always been a stronger feeling of connection between Zenitsu and singers. The way they managed to weave words together with their emotions in a cohesive way that brought Zenitsu’s own emotions to life.

But now, as you play along in the silence of night, Zenitsu can see why people enjoy melodies without the accompaniment of words. The connection between the one playing the song and the listener seemed so much more intimate. So much rawer than a translation of emotions.

Now, Zenitsu understands why he hadn’t been able to understand the worldless melodies before.

Before, those he had listened to had never been able to play with their hearts. Or perhaps he just hadn’t been able to listen to it.

Now though, as Zenitsu stands alongside the inky black canvas of night, he can finally find a connection with a melody that stands alone through you. And it is through you that Zenitsu finds a racing heart and a meaningful connection.

You are elegant and warm. You are strong and you are brave. Beautiful in every way that matters.

It is no longer the piano that plays you but you who has taken possession over the piano. It dances to a melody that engulfs the room. Zenitsu feels his breath hitch. It’s almost as if he is afraid that his breathing will interrupt the rhythm of your playing despite the two of you being miles apart from one another.

What has changed in your behaviour? Did you see or remember something to have caused such a shift in your playing?

Standing here, a good distance away, Zenitsu can really only think of one thing. That you have been through so much.

Zenitsu suddenly finds himself recalling the first time he met you. Well, exactly your very first meeting with him (as he had been half conscious) but his very first time finally connecting with you.

It had been sometime in the middle of spring when the cherry blossoms had started blooming.

You had been wandering across the pathway seemingly without a care in the world. Your sword, that seemed just the slightest bit too big for you, had made a repetitive thumping sound against your hip. A hiyori, which also seemed oversized, dangled off your shoulders flowing back with the wind. Zenitsu’s first thought had been how childlike you looked.

It was no wonder why Zenitsu had felt the need to approach you immediately and expressed his awe. Apart from the Demon Slayer’s overabundant affection towards women he had just known that there was something different about you.

Your heartbeat was familiar. Almost nostalgic.

It was about half a second slower than the average heartbeat but nothing all too concerning. There was just something about it that made something in Zenitsu’s own chest beat erratically.

Unlike most women, who had been startled and frightened, you had simply smiled at the male before asking him to walk alongside you.

Such a kind soul you are.

Your words were such a contrast to the way you looked. You were patient, which was a contrast to all the young children that Zenitsu had met. Your voice was calm and low. Your eyes were watchful yet welcoming and when you spoke the world seemed to stop for a moment to listen to the melody of your voice.

Zenitsu wanted to hug you after listening to your words. You had spoken about such heartbreak and still continued moving onwards. It was inspirational, and after speaking with you Zenitsu had been filled with an overwhelming sensation of joy and hope. It had spurred him to charge headfirst into the danger that had been bothering him. Perhaps it hadn’t been the best approach to the mission but it had been the push Zenitsu needed at that moment.

You were beautiful, and not just because of your physical features.

You were beautiful because of how graceful and gentle you seemed despite the oversized clothing and katana that was slightly too big.

You were beautiful the same way that you were right now as you sat side by side with the piano that seemed just a little bit too large. You are beautiful the same way that you were then as your fingers dance across the keys and illustrate the melody of your heart.

Your melody will forever linger in the recesses of his mind and echo in the depths of his heart. It is soft, warm yet hollow and shy. It is reminiscent of Zenitu’s own broken heart.

Love is such a beautiful and powerful instrument - and people are such fickle beings. There are few people that Zenitsu has known to have allowed themselves to fall so deeply into something despite knowing the consequences.

Zenitsu, himself, is certainly not (and likely will never be) one of those people.

He does not have the courage to jump headfirst into something that will certainly only result in heartbreak.

But, perhaps-

Just perhaps, he would allow himself to bear a burden like this for you.

You, who sits there across from in the flickering light of a candle, playing your heart out to the unknown. You, who smiles quietly. You, who cries only when you think no one else can hear you. You, who only ever had brief moments of life where you allow yourself to just live, instead of letting life pass you by.

Zenitsu thinks that if he can allow you a rare moment of living life in the moment then he would happily allow you to break his heart.

He would allow you to break his heart as many times as you wanted.

It was the least he could do for you.

Zenitsu has had his heart broken many times by a variety of different girls. In fact, a girl is the reason why he had become a Demon Slayer in the first place. He had just never been able to turn away from a maiden in need. While perhaps sounding chilaverious, Zenitsu knew it was anything but.

Afterall, he was anything but a hero.

But, all of Zenitsu’s broken hearts seemed almost rediumentary compared to your own. All the heartache, blood, sweat and tears had seemed to lead to nothing but despair for someone as kind as you.

And, Zenitsu thinks, who would be dumb enough to leave you behind with a broken heart!

You are not cruel or unpleasant. You do not stray from the path and you are direct in how you speak. Truly, it could only have been a monster that would have decided to leave someone like you behind.

When your playing stops, Zenitsu begins to think that he has been caught.

He prepares himself for embarrassment as your voice calls out, “you don’t have to sit in the shadows, you know.”

“How did you know that I was here?” A new voice asks, sliding a door open from the other side of the room. The door on the opposite side allows entry from the outside of the room, while the door on Zenitsu’s side is access into the hallway of the home.

Zenitsu feels a wave of relief wash over him. It wasn’t him that was caught.

Your laughter fills the room as you reply, “because I could hear your heavy footsteps.”

Heavy footsteps? Zenitsu thinks you might be lying for a moment. He hadn’t even been able to hear Genya approach, but maybe you could hear sounds better when you were the one playing. And, in your defense, Zenitsu had been rather distracted by the playing of the instrument anyways.

Genya, the gruff boy from the Demon Slayer trials, steps out of the shadows with a flush upon his cheeks, “I meant how did you know that it was me who arrived?”

You gestures for the boy to take a seat beside you, “I didn’t.”

Your answer seems so simple and Zenitsu thinks that it is just so you. That nothing else, in this moment, could have been more you than that answer. You take away from any coolness that you might’ve had all because you value honesty over your own pride.

It is an attractive trait.

“And, are you disappointed?”

Despite his momentary relief, Zenitsu knows that he is disappointed. He isn’t all too sure why.

“Disappointed at what?”

“That it’s… me?”

“Why would I be? Company is company, regardless of who we choose to share it with. And besides, why would I be disappointed with your company?” you ask.

Genya is cautious as he takes a seat on the opposite end of the piano chair. He sits as far as he can (which isn’t that far) from you, “well, most people tell me that I have a lonely presence.”

“Lonely?”

The word sounds different coming out of your own lips. You speak it as if it is the name of an old friend. A long forgotten friend that has returned from the ashes of your memories. That it is a name you have not dared to speak until it has once again arrived upon you.

Zenitsu thinks that there is not much fondness in the way you say the word, but it isn’t something you are ashamed of either. You almost sound playful. Perhaps one day, Zenitsu will also be able to speak the same way as you. Perhaps one day he will also be able to find pride in such a shameful word.

“They mean that they don’t like to be around me because I make them feel uneasy. That I seem to be uneasy around other people.” explains Genya.

“Well then…” Zenitsu doesn't hear the rest of your answer as takes this chance to slip away.

Just because they lived in a connected world didn’t mean that they needed to know everything that happened in the lives of those they were connected with. Some things, like this, should be allowed privacy. Even if a green eyed monster ate away at Zenitsu inside.

Besides, he had already allowed you the privilege of breaking his heart. Even if you didn’t know.

Fall in love by opening yourself up to heartbreak.

[gojosprettyprincess]

Thinking about...

Big strong submissive men who manhandles you effortlessly and pounds you so rough and mercilessly because they think they can't fuck you good enough so they end up going overboard with it, picking you up from the bed with big strong arms and placing you right on their cock while gripping onto the fat of your ass, rutting his hips up into you fast and recklessly while whimpering and breathing heavily beneath you. His fat cock stretching your tight pussy walls around him as he's stabbing every inch of his cock deeper and deeper inside of your tight little cunny.

"Ngh- uhh fuckk mommy a-am I doing a good job??, am I making you fe-feel good??" he cries out, voice cracking as he's whimpering below you, not knowing that your pretty much fucked too dumb and good to even give him a response. But aww it's not his fault, he just wants to make his mommy feel good and praise him, that's all :(((.

Yuuta, Armin, Toge, Choso, Zenitsu, Yuuji, Kirishima, Kenaki, Izuku

[illubean]

Imagine being his loving wife who loves to cook for him

and one day he pisses you off somehow and so what do you decide to do? cook his favorite dish of course

with an ungodly amount of salt

Your husband absolutely loves your cooking, so when he returned home from work to smell the warm scent of his favorite meal all of his troubles washed away.

You greeted him as sweetly and lovingly as you do every day, leading him to the dinner table and serving him his meal. You were beaming, seemingly excited for him to dig in.

And upon the first bite, he had to fight the urge to scrunch his face in both surprise and disgust. Not wanting to hurt your feelings, he gave you a shaky thumbs up with a simple "It's...really good."

Feigning ignorance, you asked him "What's wrong? Does it taste okay? You don't have to lie to me y'know, I can take it!"

"Well...it's a little salty."

He immediately started to panic at the sight of your eyes welling up with tears, immediately regretting his decision. How could he say that to you? You're perfect and he's such an awful husband for making you cry.

He frantically tries to calm you down, finishing the rest of his food in one go as a way to prove to you how much he enjoyed it (newsflash: he didn't).

"Please don't cry! Look, I finished it see? Mmmm, so good, thank you for the meal!"

Almost as quickly as you started, your cries stopped and turned into a sinister chuckle.

"I know it was bad, I did that on purpose. Next time don't piss me off, yeah?"

He stared dumfounded as you walked away, trying to recall what he did. Whatever it was, he had to make sure he'd never do it again.

NISHINOYA YUU, Daichi Sawamura, Joseph Joestar, Josuke Higashkata (like father like son amirite), GIYUU TOMIOKA, Obanai Iguro, Zenitsu Agatsuma, Tanjiro Kamado, Yuuta Okkotsu, Takuma Ino and ur favs

haha tried something new today >.<

[vampcubus]

𝐊𝐍𝐘 𝐂𝐔𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐂𝐒

:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 : kyojuro rengoku, tengen uzui & wives, poly obamitsu, tanjiro kamado, inosuke hashibira, zenitsu agatsuma.

:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : sfw, gn!reader, big spoon coded reader cus i said so, wholesome fluff, cuddling n snuggling, polyamory (tengen & obamitsu's parts), kamaboko trio aged up as per usual.

𝐊𝐘𝐎𝐉𝐔𝐑𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐎𝐊𝐔

— A teddy bear in the shape of a man and enthusiastic to be used as one! As a Hashira, Kyojuro is often kept away for days and weeks at a time, so he makes the most of every moment you spend together.

— Kyojuro's not happy unless he's got his arms full of his favorite person, so you can expect him to seek you out the moment he arrives home.

— If you’re a civilian and he finds you in the kitchen, he’ll drape himself over you from behind, nuzzling his face into your neck and lavishing it with smiling kisses, rugged hands settling on your hips.

— Kyojuro wants to be cuddled to sleep and truly can’t bear to be parted from you, no matter how swelteringly hot it gets in the summer months. And if he has obligations, he tries to wake up a little early so he can have a few minutes of cuddle time with you before he’s whisked away. You don’t even have to be awake for it, he just wants to hold you for a little while <3

— He started out as a big spoon but converted into a little spoon when he discovered what it felt like to be properly held. He’s no more content than he is when he’s got his back pressed to your chest and you’ve curled yourself around his broad frame. 

— He likes it best when you rub his belly when his eyes are too big for his stomach, always easing a bit of the discomfort <3

— Kyojuro is comfy to lay on, with two perfect pillows for you to rest your head on (his pecs <3). His muscles are quite soft when relaxed, and the way his heart stutters when your cheek rests on it is so cute.

— Kyojuro feels safe in your presence so he’s very prone to falling asleep on your shoulder or with his head in your lap. With his workload and inconsistent sleep schedule, he’s often a cuddle session away from nodding off. Particularly so when you start playing with his flaxen hair, it’s like his off-switch 🤭

— He’s a bit of an oversized lapdog and’ll climb into your lap every chance he gets. As far as he’s concerned, that’s his seat. It looks funny to outsiders if he’s bigger than you, but he hardly cares, all too eager to get all comfy in your lap and tell you about his day.

𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐆��𝐍 𝐔𝐙𝐔𝐈 & 𝐖𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐒

— Big, tough man too cool to cuddle? No sir. Tengen is a touchy lover and raises a brow when you try to sit anywhere other than his lap, like why aren't you in your assigned seat? 🤨

— Pulls you flush against his side every chance he gets, wrapping a heavy arm around your shoulders. You often get a companion wet kiss to the cheek to boot just to see you scrunch your face up and wipe his spit off your cheek >:(

— His wives are just like him– Suma especially who practically hangs off of you with those big doe eyes, clinging onto your arm during outings as a group. Between Tengen and Suma, your hands will never be lonely and you'll certainly never be cold. Those two are space heaters and can't keep their hands off their partners to save their lives.

— Makio is easily flustered by affection but ultimately craves it, even if getting her to admit it is like pulling teeth. A hopeless romantic at heart <3 She’s a big spoon and overheats easily, so she prefers to linger on the edges of the cuddle piles. She’ll smack your thigh if you move around too much with an annoyed grumble. She can be such a meanie sometimes 😔

— Hinatsuru doesn’t mind holding or being held, she just wants to be close to you. Though generally more soft-spoken than Makio, Tengen, and Suma, her affectionate touch translates her love for her partners so clearly. Often rubs soothing circles over your back, rests a comforting hand on your arm, and pets your hair while you cuddle.

— Tengen likes to talk when you cuddle, prattling on about his or your day while rubbing your side or back mindlessly. Most times, he talks you to sleep or vice versa, considering what a busy guy he is before retirement. Sometimes you’ll get caught up in deep conversations about your past lives, silly theories, or ping-pong flirtatious banter until you can barely keep your eyes open.

— Tengen likes it most when you and the wives crawl right on top of him, all to eager to be living furniture for his beautiful spouses while you all gossip and giggle to each other.

𝐎𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐈 𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎 & 𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐈 𝐊𝐀𝐍𝐑𝐎𝐉𝐈

— Dare I say the clingiest partners ever?

— Obanai hesitates where as Mitsuri openly throws herself into your arms at every opportunity. Just be patient and take things slow and he'll follow Mitsuri's example. It’s a subtle shift, maybe he leans his head on your shoulder to test the waters, unable to meet your eyes. He melts if you wrap an arm around his shoulders and rub his arm, eyelids drooping as he relaxes further against you.

— Mitsuri is a cuddle bug in every sense of the word, like a tiny, purring kitty rubbing its body against your legs when you come near. You swear she chirps like one too, especially when her affections are met with a head pat or tender kiss.

— Obanai won’t say it, but he likes it when he’s in the middle, tucked safely between his two favorite people. The three of you spend many long hours this way, just relaxing in each other's embrace before your obligations call you away from the cuddle puddle– with no shortage of complaints from your lovers (Obanai’s longing wistful look as you go is just as painful as Mitsuri’s whines)

— Their clinginess only worsens as your relationship progresses, I’m afraid 💀 Obanai has a death grip comparable to a boa constrictor, especially when he’s in a deep sleep.

— I have a vivid image in my mind of Mitsuri having to use her insane strength to pry his arms off of you and scooch herself in your place so you can pee in the middle of the night, barely able to stifle her giggles. (Obanai is very much this meme)

𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐑𝐎 𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐎

— Touch starved but doesn’t know it, and is also unintentionally touchy. Until he isn’t. Until his touches seem all too intentional, never without meaning.

— Cuddling with you is one of his favorite activities and he’ll even schedule official cuddle time if you let him, so you never go without the comfort of one another’s arms for long. He’ll even decline plans if it’s the wrong time of day…

“Sorry, I’d love to, but it’s almost four and I always cuddle with my partner around that time.”

— And no it’s not negotiable. What if he was late, or missed it and hurt your feelings? No no, he’s far too considerate for that.

— Besides, he misses cuddle time the most when he’s out in the field, miles away from your warm embrace. You can tell he’s missing you in the letters he sends home, commenting about how it “ sure is cold out here,” though the longer he goes without the less subtle he is, rephrasing how he misses you in every paragraph. Can you really blame him? He truly adores you so it’s hard to be away from you :((

— Prefers to be the little spoon but ultimately will be happy no matter how you’re cuddling. (I expand on little spoon Tanjiro in this post <3)

𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐀

— Instinctually touchy and yet so unused to cuddling. Inosuke doesn’t know much about positive affectionate touch so he tends to squirm out of hugs and gets a little anxious when you hold him still too long, much like a dog would. He asks you what you’re doing, voice a little softer than normal, cheeks a little pink beneath his mask.

“Cuddling you?” you reply, equally confused by his reaction as he is to your affection.  “Well stop it. It feels weird,” he huffs, and you comply, albeit a bit disheartened. You can’t help but be curious about his rejection, so you push past the sudden awkwardness of the moment to inquire about it. “Feels weird how?” “I don’t know! It just does!” he snaps defensively, a little frustrated, an emotion you can’t help but mirror. But then you relax, reminding yourself to be understanding. It must show on your face though, because he follows you around until he’s sure you aren’t mad at him. Your understanding nature is something he’s still getting used to as well.

— Take it slow with him if you can help it, form positive associations with touch, and then try again another time and he’ll be more receptive <3 REALLY receptive after a while, like before you know it you’ve got a stage 10 clinger on your hands 😭 

— Especially if you start sleeping together, cus he likes to cover you with his whole body as his way of protecting you while you’re in a vulnerable state.

— However, he will get bitchy if he catches you taking naps without him there to cuddle up to you. Like just say you don’t love him 😔 You’ll wonder why he’s giving you dirty looks and the cold shoulder all day, yeah it’s cus you didn’t immediately come find him to nap. Traitor.

— He associates cuddling with sleep so he’s prone to nodding off, and if you guide his head to rest on your chest and massage his scalp? He’s dead to the world, snoring and everything.

𝐙𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐔 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐀

— You cannot pry this man off of you and I mean it. He was clinging to you before you were even an item, often to your leg, your kimono, your hand, wherever he can reach. If you reciprocate once, he’ll keep coming back for more of it. So touch starved it’s pitiable, and he’s smart enough to know that looking pathetic earns him sympathy.

— That said, he’s taken aback if you initiate cuddling, almost unable to fathom being desired. It’s only then that he gets a little shy, chuckling nervously as you take him into your arms. Doesn’t know what to do with himself.

— Zenitsu isn’t picky about how you cuddle, just that you’re touching in every way possible. Tangles his legs with yours, wriggles as close as humanly possible, and holds your clothing in an iron grip.

— Oftentimes he looks so blissed out when he’s wrapped up in your embrace, eyes half-lidded or drooping with sudden sleepiness. You’re just so comfortable, and comforting, and beautiful and aaaa before he knows it he’s muttering all these things to you.

You awaken slowly to a considerable weight on your chest, squinting with your eyes closed you feel around blindly and find the familiar shape of your husband sprawled out on top of you. You sigh, recognizing his snores and a smile tugs at your lips despite it being tough to breathe. Your palm rests on his back, bunching in the thick fabric of his hoari. Your eyes finally crack open, the morning light illuminating your fully-dressed partner. Must’ve been a long night, you mused to yourself, able to picture a half-asleep Zenitsu stumbling into bed so clearly in your mind. Though even his unconscious alter-ego tended to seek you out. You turn, shifting Zenitsu onto his side. He stirs, but only slightly, immediately tucking his head under your chin with a grunt. “Don’t go,” he murmurs in his sleep, most likely to a dream version of you and a fondness warms your chest. “Stay.”

[everlastingleuthymia]

I don't know who this belongs to but they're goofy af like if the developers made time and budget to show us this then hahaha but seriously my cousin send me this .

[glitterycvm]

he hates you.

well actually- he doesn't. he loves you. he loves every single bit of you. whether it'd be the sweet laughter coming from your glossy lips. or the heart warming smile that makes his heart melt and his body feel all fuzzy and ecstatic.

but he also hates you. so fucking much. because what right did you have batting those pretty eyelashes at him? the faux innocence gleaming in your eyes. oh how he wishes he could rip that same innocent look right from your pretty little eyes, to turn you into his dirty little whore.

or how you accidentally dropped your phone on the floor at the restaurant. and bent all the way over to pick it up. although to you, that moment lasted for a mere couple of moments, to him though. the sight of your new red pretty panties being revealed to him would play in his mind over and over again.

he couldn't stand you. he hated your guts. not because of your personality. no- he found it endearing on how perfect you were both on the inside and outside. it wasn't how much you talked either, he loved hearing your angelic voice ramble on and on about the most silliest things. but he can't promise he was listening though. he was too busy imaging your voice doing much more than talking.

it was none of the above. it was actually the way you made him feel. now he doesn't mean the times when you'd be the only one to listen to him, the only one who put effort into listening and comforting him about his issues. neither was it the electricity that would shoot through his veins whenever you would give him a simple hug.

he hated how hard you made his cock. simply because he knows he shouldn't.

it pissed him off knowing that no matter what he did, that every night he'd be up late, laying in his messy bed. blinds shut, and door closed and locked. everything was dark in his room and the sound of the fan running filled the empty silence.

except there was no silence. how could there be? because alongside the sound of the fan spinning, there would be the sound of his fist angrily pumping his cock.

his eyes would be shut tightly too, leaning against his headboard as the thoughts of your new red lacy underwear were revealed to him a couple hours ago. was it wrong of him to know they were new? he didn't care right now though.

he didn't care about how morally wrong this all was. he knew he shouldn't be thinking about you in such lewd ways, but then again. it wasn't his fault? no. you knew what you were doing today.

at least that is what he's telling himself right now, as his hand rapidly slides up and down his shaft. the wet sounds now add to noises in his room, his shallow and breathy groans were barely audible too.

he wished it was your sweet slick walls though. he wishes you'd let him plunge into your cunt, to let him have his way with you. but instead it's his rough hands that tease his reddened tip.

gosh you were so so so stupid.

because now you have him thrusting up into his fist. the trembling orgasm approaching him quickly. now his room is loud. a hand over his mouth to muffle the pathetic whiney moans that leave his lips. although the muffling barely had an effect.

thighs trembling uncontrollably and his eyes are shut so tight nothing even feels real anymore. and soon enough it hits him. a loud unholy moan is all there is to be heard as the pacing of his fists come to a stop. his whole body twitches from the sudden rip of pleasure flooding all his senses.

tears even trickle on his waterline and his breathing becomes heavy and unstable. not to mention all the long sticky cream colored ropes then escape from his angry base. they land onto his upper thighs and abdomen. he sits there for a couple moments as he comes down from his high.

now he really wishes you were here.

so you could come clean the mess that you made.

SHIGARAKI, kirishima, IZUKU, gojo, tamaki, denki, chuuya, zenitsu, megumi, choso, REINER, armin, EREN, jean + ur favs

[ponderingmoonlight]

Hashira reader smacking Zenitsu and sending him to her crush Iguro to teach him a lesson

original idea and inspiration by none other than queen @sitarawrites and this post right here

Pairing: Obanai x fem!hashira! reader

Word Count: 1,1k

Warnings: Zenitsu being a creep and getting payback for it

„Please, you have to give me a chance!“

„Zenitsu, I think that’s enough-„

„You have to be the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen! Let’s marry as long as we’re still alive!”

“Why can’t you just leave me alone, you creep?”

“I’m so so sorry for his behavior-“

“What’s going on here?”, you interrupt the little chit chat in front of you sharply.

You sign to yourself. Just like you expected, another wave of losers that just arrived. 2 girls, a few of those basic guys and…

You furrow your eyebrows, a wave of nauseous disgust getting a hold of you the second you see him. That blonde haired guy who looks at you as if you’re a piece of meat.

“Oh, who are-“

Without even allowing him so finish his sentence, you grab his blonde hair with one hand while smacking him flat-palmed with the other.

“Just let me make a few things clear before we’re even starting”, you hiss, mindlessly dropping his crying figure to the ground.

“If you didn’t catch it already, I’m a hashira and you are here to train under me. But I’m not like Mitsuri or my former master Himejima-sama. We won’t pray around here, we won’t laugh. But most important of all, don’t you dare to piss me off by disregarding me in some sort of way. Got it, Blondie?”

“I think he understood, (y/n)-san!”, the red-haired boy next to him shouts immediately while throwing his unconscious body over his shoulder.

“I know you’re still listening. If I catch you hitting on a corps member like that one more time, I’ll burry you under rocks before sending you over to Igoro-san”, you bark at the boy who again, screams out in sheer fright.

Apparently, his horrible behavior towards females isn’t the only annoying thing about that guy named Zenitsu. If it wasn’t for Kamado, he’d hide inside his room the whole day while crying his eyes out.

“I promise he acts different when he’s unconscious!”

“Do I have to slap him again, then?”

“YOU CAN’T DO THAT!”

Urgh. If it wasn’t for that crow sent by Ubayishiki-sama himself, you would have drowned that boy in the river nearby immediately. And that nice little interactions with a certain someone.

“If he doesn’t treat you right, send him my way. I’ll make sure he’ll never cry again.”

“Nice try Iguro-san. But Ubayishiki-sama forbid me to hurt him and I’m sure the same goes for you, unfortunately.”

“Is he still looking at you all the time? Then it might be worth it.”

“Don’t worry, he doesn’t. But if I catch him crying around like a baby one last time, I’ll send him to you personally.”

“I’ll take that as a promise, then.”

You smile to yourself while reading those well-written lines. Igoru-san…truth is, you definitely kept an eye open for him these past months. Out of all the hashira, he’s the only one you’re really keen to talk to.

“Ahhh, it’s so cold!”

“Zentisu, calm down. Don’t you remember what (y/n)-san told you about-“

“I NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE! THIS IS LIVING HELL! THAT WOMAN IS THE DEVIL HERSELF! I CAN’T DO THIS ANYMORE TANJIRO!”

“Please calm down-“

“I’M SURE THE GIRLS AT THE BUTTERFLY ESTATE MISS ME, I’LL JUST RETURN TO AOI AND THE GIRLS-“

“You’re not going anywhere, you fool. I’m having enough of your bullshit”, you interrupt his pity party along with a harsh bow into his stomach that surely makes him see stars.

“I’m sending you to Iguro myself.”

Another well-placed hit, a passed out Zenitsu before you even get the chance to hit him.

“Please, allow me to go with you, (y/n)-san. I don’t think Zenitsu will survive the training of the serpent hashira on his own”, a gently voice speaks out next to you.

Urgh. You hate to even consider Tanjiro’s words. But there’s nothing you’re able to teach him anyway. No matter how much you hate to admit it, but that Kamado boy definitely is something special.

“Fine”, you grumble.

“But only because I want to get rid of you.”

“That’s totally fine! Thank you for teaching me hand to hand combat anyway!”

“Yeah, whatever. Just carry that prick and follow me.”

Your heart beats a little faster with every step you come nearer to the serpent hashira’s estate. How is he doing? Is he excited to see you, what will he say? You haven’t seen each other since the last hashira meeting, didn’t have the chance to speak properly since forever as it seems.

But now is your chance. When it means seeing Iguro-san, that douchebag did have a purpose after all.

“Did you take out the trash, (y/n)?”

Your breath gets stuck in your throat. You didn’t even sense him until he stands in front of you, both eyes set on you with his arms crossed in front of his chest.

“I can’t take that whining baby anymore. Make sure to treat him right”, you explain briefly.

“Oh, and I took Kamado with me.”

“Tanjiro Kamado”, Iguro-san hisses, his eyes shooting pure venom Tanjiro’s way.

“Bring that useless boy inside and get some rest yourself, Kamado”, you instruct the boy next to you who springs into action immediately.

“He’s doing pretty well”, you mumble more to yourself than actually talking to Iguro-san.

“Doing pretty well?”

Faster than you’re able to react, you find yourself breathlessly pinned against a nearby tree with his eyes almost piercing trough you.

“I mean…yeah”, you breathe out.

“But I actually came here because I missed you”, you add with unusual low voice.

Is that blush creeping up your cheeks? The serpent hashira almost doesn’t believe his ears. You, missing him? He never thought you’d actually like him, that feelings like missing someone like him could actually exist. But you hold his gaze with reddened cheeks. And you’re here, between his arms.

“I…”

He kind find the words. In fact, it seems like his mind and body aren’t able to function normally anymore.

“I need to go”, he presses out.

“But Iguro-san, I-“

He’s gone as fast as he came, leaving yourself leaning against the tree like an idiot.

What was that?

-bonus-

“I’ll let you suffer for making (y/n) uncomfortable. Did you flirt with her?”

“W-what? Me? I’d never d-do that!”

“I’ll kill you-“

“Please don’t kill him Iguro-san!”

“I’ll kill you as well. You made eyes at (y/n)-san.”

“We’re so screwed”, Zenitsu hisses through gritted teeth.

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[kissedloveletters]

hand holding , multi. ₊˚ ♱

♱ note . aaa hi my loves ! sorry for the lack of inactivity (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞.. i’ve got a few fics in the drafts to make up for it! here is part one.

♱ characters . muichiro , inosuke , zenitsu , genya , tanjiro

♱ warnings . head canons, angst on genya’s part if you squint

muichiro’s hands are tough from the consistencies of training and hard work, didn’t became a hashira in 2-3 months for nothing. but it isn’t sandpaper bad. cuts liter his palms often — also gets some what clammy

his hands are average in size for his age, or even dainty. he has slim fingers with average sized palms.

his nails run a little unkempt and are sometimes cracked, his cuticles are a little roughed up from fighting. also doesn’t care much for nail care but likes it when you take care of it for him, or even tells you to do it — he likes the feeling of your hands on his; the warmth radiating from your hands is pleasurable.

he gets a lot of cuts often, sometimes when he’s reading he gets on purpose to ask you to help him tend them or bandage his wounds, he likes your touch, a lot.

extra. physical touch is actually one of his love languages and quality time, which is why he does these on purpose.

if you scold him he would have puppy eyes and say it won’t happen again ( it will ).

^ but is happy you care for his wellbeing!!

defiantly plays and / or massages with your fingers. traces the wrinkles on your hands, oh and also kisses your fingers one by one so very gently and lovingly, like if he pushed down too hard you’ll shatter like glass

his fingers are cold but not uncomfortably so it’s comforting to feel on a warm day

swings your hands when your holding hands

his grip is soft and he likes intertwining your hands, he gets this stupid little smile and can’t stop staring at both your hands intertwined

he doesn’t care who stares or comments he loves holding your hands so it happens often, if he can’t for some reason he’ll hold your inner arm or a piece of your clothing ( most likely your hoari / back of your shirt )

genyas’s hands are on the rough side, but his touch is still just as gentle despite the textured skin. because of him eating demon flesh gives the after effects of his skin being more thick and hard.

especially his fingers from using a gun instead of a kitana

his hands are above average with wide fingers, most likely from him eating demon flesh. but nevertheless his hands temperature can go from warm and cold, it mostly runs on cold though.

he has a few cuts littering his fingers but they disappear as much as they appear.

when he ‘becomes’ a demon his nails grow more than his average and more sharper, has a hue of yellow and black — naturally, his nails are sorta uneven and short.

he likes it when you offer to cut his nails and take care of it for him, it saves him trouble but feels bad he’s letting you take care of it and not him, so he tries to help the best he cans.

his hands are clammy when you hold hands cause of how flustered and nervous he is, but you don’t comment or mind it.

his grip is loose, but tender. it firms up at times—like while in a crowd so he won’t lose you or in vulnerable moments

sanemi used to hold his hands when younger and those memories come around his minds when he spaces out while holding your hand, it usually causes his grip to firm up and if you comment how hard he’s squeezing your hand he’ll apologize and stop

he’s flustered and embarrassed holding your hand in public but is proud of himself if he initiated it first. generally way more affectionate in private but still gets red

extra . you two could be watching fireworks at a festival and then he goes in and holds your hand while your looking at the fireworks aaa

so by that, holding hands with him is somewhat rare, unless if your overly affectionate then it would be way more, he doesn’t mind it or anything he’s just shy doing pda — you could just hug him and he’s tomato red.

tanjiro’s hands are pretty rough for the high amounts of training and combats he’s endured especially after the hashiras’ training, but nothing like sand paper bad like inosuke’s. there’s a few cuts littering his fingers but it isn’t major

his hands are above average with slightly slim fingers.

his hands run on the slightly above average size, his hands run warm; good for the winter!

his nails are taken care of, not as much as it was before. trims his nails short from time to time since they grow a bit long since he neglects nail care often.

but offers to do yours! if you aren’t good at taking care of yourself cause of your living circumstances as a demon slayer then he’s happy to do it for you even if you can for yourself — he’s happy to help you.

likes it when you do it for him also, the touch of your hand will always be a enjoyment for him!!

tanjiro’s grip is tender yet firm, you’re one of his reason to live and fight for and would do anything to protect you at all costs. he squeezes your hands especially if either of you came back from a mission.

hand holding with him is regular, if you are a demon slayer then he holds your hand while walking to or back from your missions. he also holds your hands for comfort, expect in serious situations.

inosuke’s hands are rough, he grew up on the mountains so his hands are somewhat close to sandpaper texture, though his hands get clammy. he has scars and cuts on his hands—one or two bruises—cuts regularly pop up.

his hands are above average with big palms and thick fingers, it’s regular for his hands to have dirt on them

his nails and cuticles aren’t the greatest compared to when you took care of them for him, he does a lot of training so his hands’ appearances take the brute of it.

more times than none he’ll accept your help on keeping them trim and dirt free, but he doesn’t really try much to help since it feels a tad pointless to him, but he likes your hands on his.

while training he’s prone to a lot of nail crack/breaking and half the time it slips his mind unless it scratches his skin or something. in which he stops training to search for you to help him clean it.

extra . the same actually goes to muichiro and genya ^ lmao

inosuke’s grip is all over the place, his hold is clammy and there’s always dirt involved to an extent. he’s not really sure how to do the whole hand holding without squeezing too hard and breaking your hand or holding it too loose he loses your hand

he gets jealous if you hold someone else’s hand for helping them and will turn it into a competition for the other person of who held your hand the most, and the person is like : ????

you can scold him but it doesn’t sound very scary coming from you, but it makes him feel fuzzy when you express you care for him.

extra . probably ruins the pure moment by saying lord inosuke can handle anything and then you go along saying that you forgot he’s the the king of the mountain and that he can endure anything LMAO

holding hands with inosuke he’s secretly touch starved so he’ll sometimes take to holding other parts of you if your hands are busy or he really tends to silently hug you

zenitsu’s hands are average in size, they run stupidly warm and occasionally clammy when he’s flustered.

his cuticles and nails are unbothered, surprisingly his nails are cut since he takes care of himself often.

LOVES it when you take care of his nails and you both talk about everything and nothing, or just a silence is so nice with your hands on his — and defiantly looks at you with a awe expression

holding hands with zenitsu is common. he’s lovesick and touch starved, especially for comfort or reassurance when he’s scared.

when you first held his hand was probably for reassurance, his hands was clammy during the time since he was flustered by your action — and scared of the demons — but it was nothing you minded

another one who would swing your hands ^^

saying he will protect you while holding your hand tightly and eyes moist, threatening to almost sob from fear.

extra . he probably feels ashamed because all he did was cry and then you reassure him it’s alright since it’s literally flesh eating demons and you both were about to piss your pants

defiantly sees couples comparing hand sizes and intertwining their hands slowly, then has a thought of wanting to do it with you. ( you both did )

his grip is firm and soft, he knows how to hold a woman’s hand and treats you delicately, though what i said before he does hold your hand too tight, apologizes if he thinks it’s too tight but sometimes doesn’t notice because of the fear he’s accumulating

[mubabee]

so basically I made this cringe kny x reader a few years ago when I was younger, so I’m gonna be drawing some scenes from each chapter. (nezuko is genderbent in the story bc yes)

y/n is kinda like Inosuke, clueless and sht

let me know if y’all want context

ah sht I forgot to color the ends of nezuko’s hair ☹️

[cherri-rice]

Softly Sleeping

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(Tanjiro, Zenitsu, Inosuke, Genya, Muichirou)

How they sleep with their s/o

‘Sleeping headconnons’

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Tanjiro_

-he has a multi step skin care routine for both morning and night

-definitely showed before bet no matter how tired he may be

-sleeps on top of a big plush comforter and covers himself with a small throw blanket

-has a bunch of pillows around him since he’s used to sleeping with him siblings

-gets overly hot while sleeping and will wake up in a sweat, so morning showers are a yes

-when sleeping with you he will throw out some pillows and with cuddle you instead

-he loves to spoon, doesn’t matter who’s the big spoon

-doesn’t even really care about the position, just wants to cuddle

-baby boy gets nightmares often. About losing you or him not being strong enough

-make sure to reassure him. A lot.

-ruin your fingers through his hair

-kiss him scar

Zenitsu_

-will not sleep without you

-you must be in the same bed. Sharing the same blanket

-will shower only in the morning

-he gets paranoid that there will be a demon waiting for him to get out

-uses heavy weighted blankets

-one measly pillow is enough for him

-begs to keep the lights on

-safe to say you got him a night light

-he curls into your side, legs intertwined with yours, and his face hidden in your neck

-with you soothing him with words and back rubs

Inosuke_

-bro forget to shower

-plus he sweats like, ironically, a pig

-uses his blankets like a birds nest

-he has no use for pillows, uses his arms (or legs)

-man had like 0 natural melatonin

-he does however love stuffed animals (specifically pigs and birds)

-his all time favorite plush was a gift from you. A stuffed shrimp

-sleeps at your side with the blankets surrounding the both of you

-sleeps in a bell but wakes up with an arm and leg sprawled over you

-wakes up in the night for a snack

Genya_

-poor baby has a struggling sleep schedule

-with fighting demons, training, and trying to prove himself to his brother

-he has no time for a break

-will shower every night no matter

-drinks a glass of milk every night right before getting in bed

-takes him a while to actually fall asleep

-needs white noise or some kind of fan

-sleeps with an unbuttoned shirt

-uses a thin blanket but keeps one leg out

-when you sleep with him, he will button himself

-you sleep right next to him holding his hand

-while you trace your fingers over his scars telling him how beautiful he is

-will wait for you to fall asleep before even closing his eyes

Muichirou_

-he hates sleep

-a night in bed is when he only ever so slightly remembers his past

-he thinks it’s nightmares of his future

-will forget to shower. So you’d have to remind him

-telling step by step outside the door

-surprisingly puts his hair in a braid (has you do it)

-sleeps on his back

-stares at the ceiling, making out shapes in the wall

-need you beside him at all times in the night

-doesn’t use a blanket

-watches you as you breath in and out softly

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