#also just Lemme have this- I wanna feel small around a big demon tonight :))

[l3viat8an]

Nsfw! listen…..I’ve got handjobs on the brain again- also lil bit of size kink :)

Thinkin’ about how much Diavolo loves handjobs! Now don’t get me wrong he loves blowjobs and even better; he loves getting to fill your little cunt with his seed-

But there’s something about watching your hand jerk him off…….everything about you looks so small….compared to his demonic cock size, your fingers just able to wrap all the way around his cock.

But he’d think it’s even better if you have to use both hands to stroke him properly- His eyes following the way your hand moves, up and down, rubbing your thumb over the tip.

Your action being rewarded with a low moan from the prince above you.

He can only relax into his thrown and watch as you lean in and lick along the full length of his cock, sucking the little bead of precum off the head before, letting your hand go back to work.

More and more low groans, mixing with soft moans leaving his lips, when you speed up your movements.

He’d love to just fuck your hands like a toy, using you for his personal pleasure…..but he holds himself back, sitting as still as he can and letting you work him to his orgasm.

He knows it’ll feel so much better if he waits, and when he finally comes, the sticky mess spurting out and coving your hand……you’ll reward him by slowly bringing your hand to you lips. Tongue licking it off slowly, a pleased little smile on your lips as Diavolo sits panting above you. Cock already half hard again-

[demon-slayer-imagines]

25 with Tanjirou pls

Heck ya! A tanjiro, lemme put on my good boy pants cause this is gonna be precious (or I’m gonna try and make it precious lol!)

“ You are my home”

“ tanjiro! Slow down please!” A child like voice whined out as pants could be heard when the fluffy haired boy came to a stop, turning around to look at his best friend behind him. “ you run too fast! I can’t keep up!” They whined, trying to catch their breath while tanjiro didn’t show an ounce of sweat or wear to him. “ how are you not tired?” “ I dunno, I just enjoy being out all the time. I do this every day! Traveling up and down the mountains with papa and mama helps a lot.” Hearing the voice of his mother up the hill call out for him and his friend to hurry on inside with the sun setting caused him to hurriedly take their hand and place them on his back. “ t-tanjiro! I can walk just fine!” “ I know, but we gotta hurry inside, I know your scared of the dark so I don’t want you out here when it gets dark. Your light anyway, you and Nezuko fit on my back perfectly!” Seeing you blush a bit made him blush as well, a small giggle leaving him. “ hang on tight, I’m gonna go fast!” “ ok!” And just like the boy said, he went racing up the mountain towards his home, without worry or a care in the world.

After that, you had left him and his family. Your family had moved away without telling him, and he felt broken without you. Who wouldn’t when it was your best friend leaving without a word to be said or at least a note, letter, SOMETHING! His parents never spoke of the reason why you left, simply saying ‘ they thought it best to see what else was out there,’ but he didn’t believe that tale for a minute. He knew you wouldn’t just up and leave for no reason, to see the world as they said, there had to be something else, some deep meaning to why you left that they refused to tell him. Even so he nodded his head and let it be left on that reasoning, until his family had been killed by a demon. After that, he knew deep down the reason you left had to be something had happened concerning some kind of demon. It was kami’s grace that the two of you found each other again, him a demon slayer and you a medic for the pillars. At first he didn’t recognize your face, but the smell, he remembered all too clearly.

The scent of honey with fresh laundry and a hint of cinnamon, he wondered if you had cooked recently, but he knew for a fact it was you. And you remembered him, you couldn’t forget that cute fluffy reddish black hair with that scar on his big forehead, not to mention the earrings he wore, you remembered those belonged to his father. Seeing each other again was a moment of shock and happiness. You never thought you’d see each other again, but there you all were, running and jumping into each other’s arms, crying and laughing about how much you missed one another and to never leave each other’s side again.

That was in the past, and now, here you were patching Tanjiro up for the hundredth time that week. The boy certainly doesn’t know the phrase “take it easy” and even if he did, he certainly didn’t abide by it. You were wondering how long it would be before you’d have to stop at another town to regather supplies for him and the others. Zenitsu and Inosuke weren’t any better either at keeping out of harm’s way, but that’s why the pillars appointed you to joining them on their adventures. “ there, all done.” Placing the last stitch through his skin, you quickly placed ointment on him and bandaged him up. “ arigato,” tanjiro give you a smile before waving his arm around, already feeling great after you patched him up. “ you know you truly are something else Tanji-san.” “ oh, thanks!” He thought it a compliment but it was more so a worried statement. “ it wasn’t a compliment! I know your a hard worker and wanna be helping others out but do me and yourself a favor and help yourself out by relaxing ya?”

The boy shrunk beneath his friends words, understanding where they were coming from and feeling bad for each time they had to patch him up for being reckless, but it came with being a demon slayer after all. “ what about zenitsu and Inosuke?” “ what about them?” You questioned as the boy looked around. They weren’t anywhere to be seen and you all were currently sitting outside of a hotel building in a busy town. “ don’t you think we should go looking for them? It’s so busy around her I’m afraid they’ll get lost...” “ they’ll be fine, I asked them to go pick some more medical supplies up for me before we leave tomorrow morning. Anyways, if they get lost I’m sure it won’t be hard to find them.” Helping him up and inside the hotel, they headed to the back where their room was, Seeing Nezuko was out and about looking out the window at the bright city lights that flashed every few seconds.

“ don’t forget to not sleep on it. If you do it’ll put pressure on your wound and you can reopen the stitches.” “ right!” “ also, make sure zenitsu puts a bit more ointment on you before you go to sleep!” “ right!” “ And-“ it was like a mother talking to her baby, but sometimes that’s just how yours and Tanjiro’s relationship was. Tanjiro was a kind and gentle boy, but jeez did he have a thick head, but you knew it wasn’t out of spite but more so carelessness and forgetfulness. He was truly a kind soul and everyone deserved a person like him in their lives. “ ok, don’t forget any of what I just told you.” Seeing him nod with small flowers float around him, you couldn’t help but sigh in defeat. He was way too cute for his own good, and you hated it. “ Nezuko, make sure your brother doesn’t do anything reckless tonight, ok?” Seeing her also nod with flowers floating around her, there was no doubt these two were indeed siblings. Both too good and too precious for this evil world.

“ even though you say you understand I don’t trust you...” you mumbled, bending down to set up Tanjiro’s bed for him, “ Ne, ne, you don’t need to do all that, I can do it!” Slapping his hand away, you pointed at him harshly as he stepped away while sweating. “ Gomen...” Watching you finish making the bed for him and grabbing his night clothes from the closet, you began helping him undress as he became frantic. “ I can dress myself ya know!” “ I know you can but, just... let... me..” Nezuko stood by and watched as the two of you became tangeled in each other’s limbs, falling down and hitting the floor roughly, Tanjiro under you as you gasped. “ tanjiro! Are you alright!” Sitting up, he looked up at you with a small blush on his face, your face just inches away from his. “ I-I’m fine.... are you alright?” “ yes, I’m alright... what did I just tell you huh? You could have hurt yourself again.” “ that’s fine, as long as you don’t get hurt.”

Your face flushed as he smiled up at you with his face bursting into red himself. Rolling off of him, you laid beside him as the two of you stayed quiet and just relished in the quiet of the night, the sounds of people outside and the city wavering in and out. You looked over when Nezuko laid down and scooted herself on the other side of Tanjiro. Yea, she was extremely cute. “ Tanjiro.... you really need to start being more careful. There are some injuries I just can’t fix.” “ I know.” “ And I don’t know what I’d do if you got seriously hurt.” “ I know.” “ Do you know tanjiro?” You glanced over to him as he looked up at the ceiling, nodding slowly. “ yea, cause... I would feel the same way about you if I was in your position.... even now I worry about you traveling with us.” “ how come? I can easily handle myself you know.”

It stayed silent for a moment, Nezuko shuffling around on the floor around them as Tanjiro thought about what to say. “ because, you and Nezuko... are my home.” Your eyes widened as your processed that, turning on your side to look at tanjiro. “ you and Nezuko are my everything. You all remind me of home, so when you all are around, I feel content and that nothing bad could happen, just like in our younger years. All I can do is feel happy and just cherish the memories we make with every passing second.” He smiled softly, his earrings ringing softly as he turned to look at you, placing himself on his side. Looking you in the eyes, he gently placed his head against your own, snuggling against you. “ without you, I’m never home. You are my home, my place I wanna be forever.” You couldn’t help but feel a burst of love flow through you, snuggling back against him and thanking him for his love and kindness. “ same goes for me, promise you’ll never leave ya?” Feeling him nod they couldn’t be more happy. “ ya, promise.”

[startofamoment]

“You do know me.”

“GET THAT LITTLE DEMON AWAY FROM ME "Jake, he’s just a baby. Also, weren’t you the one who rented this fur ball for the night?”
 “I DIDN’T REALIZE I WAS PAYING FOR SHERE KHAN JUNIOR.”

The relief team takes over. Jake and Amy don’t catch the bad guys. The night still ends up on their good dates list.

→ from my prompts list a few hiatuses ago

It’s the last thing she expected when she donned the ridiculous blue dress with the laughably huge bow, but somewhere between posing for their official date portrait and eating at the dingy seafood restaurant, Amy found she was actually enjoying herself.

Even now, standing in the middle of Times Square, listening to a youth choir sing insults to her in D Major, she’s having fun. Her cheeks are aching from laughter, and she can only shake her head and clap as Jake leads the group in taking a bow, yelling thanks to the small crowd of tourists that had formed four songs ago.

There’s a warmth radiating from her belly that the logical part of her knows has everything to do with the room-temperature peel-and-eat shrimp they had earlier. Another part of her, the hopeless romantic part that has her still secretly enjoying young adult fiction, knows that this – the warmth, the flutter in her chest, the extra spring in her step – really has to do with him.

Jake bids the young singers goodbye one last time before turning to her with a large grin on his face. He’s glowing with pride and joy over his elaborate prank-gone-well, and it’s all the more pronounced under the bright colored lights of the billboards around them. Still slightly out of breath from playing conductor, he asks, “Ready to go?”

She smiles back and nods, although she isn’t the least bit ready to leave. It’s past midnight, and they’re expected at work the next morning, but she doesn’t want this date to end.

---

Jake pulls his car to a stop across the street from her apartment then runs out to open her door. He makes a big show out of it all, offering his hand to her with a flourish. “M’lady.”

She chuckles, taking his hand and stepping out. “Are you walking me up?”

He scoffs playfully, shutting her door. “Would it be a real date if I didn’t?”

She hums and wonders whether this too-short walk to her front porch is going to end with a kiss. It’s almost shameful how much she wants it to, but truthfully, she’s been thinking about kissing him since they played with Cinta the tiger cub hours ago. (Jake had beamed at her as he cooed over how fluffy Cinta was, only to cling to her in panic after the cub bared its teeth. It was both hilarious and adorably endearing.)

Fishing for her keys for a second longer than necessary (that is: stalling), she musters up the courage to say, “Hey, wanna come in for a bit? I DVR’d last night’s Serve & Protect and still have that fancy hot chocolate you liked last time you were here.”

A flash of something appears on his face, but he responds before Amy’s able to figure out what it is. “Yeah, ok– but you better have those tiny marshmallows I like too.”

---

It occurs to Amy as they’re riding the elevator up that she has no game plan whatsoever, but the growing tightness in her chest eases when Jake shrugs off his suit jacket and plops down on her couch seconds after they enter the unit. Despite how out of place his bizarre date outfit is, this is familiar and this is Jake and this is them, so she hangs up her own coat and decides to keep going with the flow.

“I’m just going to change into something more comfortable. This dress is weirdly hot,” she says, walking down the short hall to her bedroom.

“Yeah, probably cause it’s a cotton and plastic blend,” he calls out with a hint of amusement in his voice.

Amy turns back to glare at him and finds that he’s fiddling with the remote, covering his mouth to hide his laughter. Her stomach flips for the umpteenth time this night because, holy crud, he’s ridiculous and cute and here.

---

Her blue dangling earrings come off first, and she runs her fingers over them for a moment, a ghost of a smile on her face, before tucking them away in her jewelry box. She had all the plans to toss them out when she first saw how obnoxious they were, but now she kind of likes that she has this tangible reminder of tonight.

She moves to unzip her dress next, completely ready to be out of the itchy, sticky, apparently plastic material, except–

“Oh.”

It’s stuck.

Her eyes widen momentarily, but she shakes off the impending panic because duh, Amy– this has happened with her other clothes before, this is a totally normal occurrence, this is fine. She’ll just have to try again and again… and again.

The sound of the TV outside reminds her that this is not fine because Jake is still waiting for her and is probably already starting to wonder why she’s taking so long.

She quickly digs through her dresser for something to help her out of this predicament, but the only thing that seems relatively useful is a pair of safety scissors, and even that doesn’t seem like it can cut through the synthetic blend. (Besides, she isn’t sure she wants to rip holes into this dress, no matter how uncomfortable it is.)

She bites her bottom lip and gives it one last go, pulling the fabric taut with one hand and tugging on the zipper with her other hand. When it still doesn’t budge, she buries her now burning face in her hands and takes a deep breath, mentally preparing herself for what she’s about to do.

---

“Jake?” She squeaks, slowly padding back into the living room.

His eyes sweep over her, then his eyebrows knit together slightly. “I thought you were going to get changed?”

“I was– but, uh– the zipper’s stuck. Could you– ?” Her voice is higher than usual, and the tips of her ears are still on fire.

“Oh! Yeah, lemme see that.” He gets up and crosses the space between them then gets to work on the offending zipper. She manages to stop herself from jumping when he places a hand on her back to guide his efforts. His fingers brush her bare skin ever so lightly, and she’s almost certain her heart is about to jump out of her chest.

“Man, now I get why this dress was just $12,” he chuckles. His lighthearted tone makes her relax immediately, but goosebumps form up her arms a second later when she feels his breath on her neck. Somehow, they are both way too close and not close enough.

---

What feels like an eternity later, the zipper finally comes apart. “Got it!” Jake mutters, and Amy almost shudders when he pulls the zipper down a few inches down her back. A fair bit of her skin is exposed to him now, and every part of her is yelling for his touch.

He clears his throat and squeezes her shoulder, breaking her out of the daydream she apparently slipped into. She whips around to stutter out a thank you, but the words get caught in her throat when she sees the pink tinge across his cheeks and the intense look in his eyes.

They stay in place for a moment longer, both unmoving apart from their eyes roving each other’s faces.

And then he’s kissing her.

---

His lips are soft and warm, and his arm snaking around her waist is everything– but he abruptly pulls away, wrenching a small gasp from her as he goes.

“Oh God, Amy, I’m so sorry– I don’t know what I– I didn’t mean to take advantage of you like–”

Her insides melt over how pure this flustered goofball is, and she surges forward, pressing her lips against his and winding her arms around his neck. His breath hitches slightly then he responds, moving his lips slowly and letting his hands resume their path along her sides and back.

They part eventually then share flushed, breathless smiles. He’s got a look of awe on his face that she’s sure is mirrored on hers.

Still holding him close, she admits, “I had a lot of fun tonight.”

His grin widens somehow, and he looks down bashfully before meeting her gaze again. “I did too.”

---

One episode of Serve & Protect and two cozy hot drinks later, Amy finds her heart fluttering at the feel of Jake’s lips gliding against hers once more. His tongue probes her mouth slowly, and he tastes like chocolate and marshmallows and– shrimp?

She chuckles suddenly, pushing against his chest and moving away slightly to let out a proper laugh. “Jake.”

“What?” He frowns. “Did I do something weird? Oh God, it’s only been like 50 seconds. Or has it been two hours? I can’t tell.”

“Jake, you taste like shrimp.”

“Wha– you taste like shrimp too! We both ate shrimp! Why is this an issue?!”

“Why did you even think the shrimp dinner was a good idea?!”

“Was I supposed to pass up on $3 shrimp for two? Uh, hell no. Have you seen my bank account?”

“Okay, well if you’re in such crushing debt, why did you spend on the tiger cub?”

“I–”

“And the choir at Times Square?”

“Well–”

“And how about that carriage ride through Central Park? I saw you overtip the driver and ask if he could take us through the darkest part of the park for an extra 10 minutes.”

“ALRIGHT, FINE.” He pauses and exhales loudly before continuing. “I wanted to take you on the weirdest date ever so that all your other dates would seem lame and unmemorable in comparison. And sure, I spent like $1400 on tonight, but you smiled at me like fifty times, so I’d say it was all worth it.”

This sort of confession is exactly what she had been trying to pry out of him, but she still nearly swoons at his words. “Totally worth it,” she sighs dreamily before leaning back in to kiss him, shrimp-breath be damned.