#demon Slayer fic

[shions-heart]

An Earnest Wish

[Prologue] [One] [Two] [Three]

Rating: M

Pairing: Shinazugawa Genya/Tokitou Muichirou

Other Relationships: Shinazugawa Genya & Shinazugawa Sanemi, Himejima Gyoumei & Shinazugawa Genya, Shinazugawa Genya & Hantengu’s Clones

Themes/Tropes: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Character Study, Grief Exploration, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Slow Burn, Eventual Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Major Character Injury (lotta oofs in this one folks)

Genya looks back down at Tokitou, who’s still staring at him blankly. “Please,” he says again. “It’s not what it looks like. I … I’m undercover. I’m going to find out the identity of the Twelve Moons leader.”

That catches Tokitou’s interest, his eyebrows raising slightly. “You’re not a very good spy. You didn’t even attack us.”

“I panicked, okay? I’ve never been a spy before.” Genya runs his hand through his mohawk agitatedly. “It’s not like I wanna hurt you guys.”

Tokitou shrugs. “Shit happens.”

Genya’s story throughout the timeline of “Saudade,” where the Twelve Moons yakuza terrorize the citizens of Tokyo, and the Hashira are the only gang strong enough to fight against them. Rejected by both his brother and his potential boyfriend, Genya goes undercover in the Blood Demons gang, who work under the Twelve Moons, to prove that he can protect others alongside Sanemi by unveiling the identity of the yakuza leader.

[kyokutsu-sama]

Headcanons: They walking in on you

Plot: They were looking for you and decided to check in bedroom but were surprised by you trying on lingerie.

Characthers: Tengen, Sanemi, Kyojuro, Giyuu,

Tw: suggestive and a bit explicite

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Tengen:

Our most flashy hashira had just arrived home with a certain joy at the thought that his lovely wives would come to welcome him with open arms, but neither you nor the others were there to greet him, which made the plan backfire on him. Tengen scratched the back of his neck and looked around trying to see if he could find any of you, but he couldn't. "These girls... Where one goes, the others go too. Anyway, I'll go upstairs." He said before going up the stairs to the bedroom He opened the bedroom door with such normality that when he came across you, his eyes widened at the sight and he stood still. "Damn!"These were the only words that came out of Hashira's lips after seeing what was in front of him The white lace that molded perfectly to your curves, your eyes fixed on him, a little embarrassed by the man's sudden entrance, which also reflected into the blush on your cheeks. All of this was more than enough for him to be dazzled by the sight right in front of him. Probably one of the most flamboyant view he had ever seen, if not the most. You got a little shy, covering yourself with your arms when you saw him looking you up and down. You two had been married for a long time and he already knew every inch of you but it was still a little embarrassing. Especially when he started giving you that damn smirk. "Wow! My wife is looking too fine and flashy in that white lace," He said, approaching you until he closed the space between you two. His height and broad build made you blush even more. "Tell me, is this some special occasion or are you just surprising your flashy husband who just got back from a mission?" He leaned down a little, whispering in your ear and you giggled "Neither. I was just trying on some lingerie I bought when I went out with the girls yesterday but you ended up walking in without knocking and now you're imagining that this would be a surprise." You said, looking at him and he smiled "Babe, I also sleep here so this room is mine too and by the way, not only am I imagining this would be a surprise, but I'm also imagining certain things I could do now."His strong hands grabbed your waist and you bit your lower lip "And what's with that creative and flamboyant mind of yours, huh?" "Well, I'm not gonna lie, I really liked the way that lace hugged those dangerous curves but you know what? I'd rather see you without it." He winked and you giggled "I hate you, pervert." You patted his back when he suddenly picked you up "I'll show you who the pervert is."

Kyojuro :

After a long mission that left him exhausted and sleepy, he finally returned home. The Flame Hashira couldn't wait to run into your arms and tell you everything about the mission and sleep cuddled up to you after that. But first of all, he needed to know where you were. "Honey, I'm home! Where are you?" He called you as he peeked into the divisions of the house but without finding you, he went to look in the bedroom "Y/n, are you ther--" He opened the bedroom door and almost fell with the view. "Wow!" His bright eyes widened in your direction as you struck a pose for him, wearing the red lingerie that match the color of the tips of his hair... and his cheeks too. He was a little embarrassed at first, but after the "shock" wore off he was able to speak. "Y/n, you... You really rocked that piece of lace. I almost fainted just now." He said, making you laugh "You really think so?" You smiled, with a little spin "Of course I do. Look at you, you're beautiful and that red looks good on you." He closed the door and approached you, hugging you from behind."Were you trying to surprise me or were you just bored and decided to try on clothes?" He asked, leaving a kiss on your temple "Well," You turn around and put your arms around his neck and his hands pulled you closer."I was just trying it out because I bought it a while ago and hadn't used it since, but since you liked it, I guess it ended up being a good surprise." "Yeah, it was and I guess I should thank you for this, my dear wife." He said, running his hands over your body and you looked into his eyes "You look really tired now that you've come back from your mission, are you sure you have enough energy?" You whispered defiantly in your husband's ear. "It's just that I don't want you to pass out on me, in the middle of... you know." He chuckled softly at your words, kissing your forehead "Don't worry about me, my little flame. I'm a strong man." He winked "I know and that's why I love you." You said, kissing him right after

Sanemi :

The smell of blood and sweat was ingrained in him after he had spent hours killing those monsters. He took off his shoes at the door and put his sword aside. His white haori now had red blood stains and there were a few cuts on the skin of his exposed chest. He would be getting scars soon and that was something he would be proud of. And even more so knowing that you would like them too. And speaking of you, where were you? Why weren't you there when he arrived? Were you already asleep? Probably, he thought. There were nights when even if he arrived late, you would wait for him to go to bed, but that didn't seem to be one of them. He searched the house and found no sign of you until he decided to check the bedroom. "Are you slee--" He opened the door and saw you in front of the mirror wearing only the black lingerie that suited you like a glove and highlighted the pretty curves his hands had passed over so many times He stared at you for a while, his eyes analyzing every corner of you from top to bottom and seeing how beautiful you looked. He could have sworn at that moment that he felt something move down there at that moment. In fact, his pants got a little tighter. And you couldn't help but blush when you noticed. "Oh, you're home... I-I thought you wouldn't be back so soon. I mean, missions sometimes last until sunrise." You said, your voice a little shaky, the nervousness hitting you as he closed the door and approached you with slow steps. You could guess the things that were going through his head at that moment just by the way he looked at you. "Well, it's 2am, I thought you were sleeping already, but apparently you had other plans." "Well, I... I decided to try this piece on after Mitsuri offered it to me for my birthday." "I see..." The wind hashira took off his haori, throwing it aside, his eyes still remained on you. "She's really an airhead, but I think she made a good choice this time." "Did you like it?" "Yes, but I think it will only end up getting in the way. You would be better without it." He took off the top of his uniform and unbuckled the belt of his pants "You seem a little 'excited' for someone who just got back from a bloody mission." You teased, looking down and seeing the bulge in his pants "I wonder why..." He said, pulling you by the waist with one of his strong arms that held you tightly and you grabbed his shoulders."Looks like I got here just in time. My wife seems a little cheeky tonight." He whispered and you felt a chill run down your spine "I wonder why..." You mimicked his words "Oh, so this is all for me?" "Why not? Is it too much for you to handle?" You teased and he chuckled, placing a hand on your neck and lifting your head so you could look him in the eye "Get ready because when you're lying there, rolling those pretty eyes of yours and screaming my name, I'll to ask you the same thing." He winked, before pulling you into a kiss "Nemi, you stink of the blood of those creatures." You smiled against his lips "Screw the smell, I have priorities now." He grumbled, kissing you again

Giyuu:

He arrived home, slowly opening the door with the idea that you would already be asleep by now. Little did he know... Giyuu took off his shoes and took off his dirty, sweaty haori and uniform before going to the bathroom to take a quick shower. He wrapped a towel around his waist and went to the bedroom to get dressed, but as soon as he opened the door and saw you wearing the dark blue lingerie, he quickly looked away and felt his cheeks burn with embarrassment. Not only because he was shy by nature, but also because you were so beautiful that you always made him blush as if it were the first time he saw you half-naked. You, on the other hand, couldn't help but find his face cute at that moment, although the fact that he was only wearing a towel in front of you caused something in you. "Sorry...I thought you were... sleeping." He said, still embarrassed, but his eyes were already showing signs of boldness, occasionally peeking out no matter how much he tried to contain himself "Well... And I thought you were still on the mission, but you're here." You felt a blush on your cheeks when you notice your husband eyes looking at your figure, from head to toe It was a tense moment that stood there but the water hashira took a few steps towards you, bringing his hands to your face and looking at you, who felt goosebumps with his touch. "You look very beautiful dressed like that, the color suits you and your body fits perfectly in it." He complimented "That was sweet of you, thanks."You smiled at him."I had bought it other day and was about to show it to you when we had more time together, but since you've been spending all these nights away, I decided to try it on by myself." "And even though I was busy, I was still lucky enough to have the opportunity to see you in it." "Yes, but you know, it's a little late to be trying on clothes, so why don't you help me take them off?" He looked at you for a moment after that sentence, trying to understand what the intention was, but after seeing your bright eyes and your teasing smile he came to a conclusion. "Yes, too late to try on clothes but not too late for other things..." He thought, looking from your eyes to your lips "So, you're not sleepy yet, are you?" He asked and you shook your head He took off the towel and pulled you to him, kissing you. You held onto his arms, feeling his hardness brushing against you, which made you moan during the kiss. He pulled away for a moment and brought his lips to your ear. "I'll take it off for you then." He whispered, breathlessly

[justalonelybunnyonahill]

The Foxes of Urokodaki Sakonji

A family could not float on the back of one drowning in his own pain and tears. Loss was a stone guaranteed to sink an already leaking ship.

So Tanjiro tried to stop mourning his father.

Now he could not stop anything, but he was starting to learn how to heal.

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New chapter is out! Yay for more Sabito and Makomo time!!! The next chapter should have Tanjiro finally leaving for Final Selection, and I have so much fun planned for that. I kinda went overboard with Sabito and Makomo content, so I will probably barely fit him leaving into the next one. (which means the plot of the first season will finally be picking up!!)

[joytheboi]

Demon Slayer AU: Blood Is Colder Than Snow

Chapters: 1/?

Fandom: Demon Slayer | Kimetsu No Yaiba

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Relationships: Kamado Nezuko & Kamado Takeo (no romantic relationships YET)

Characters: Kamado Nezuko, Kamado Takeo, Kamado Kie, Kamado Rokuta, Kamado Shigeru, Kamado Hanako, Kamado Family (Kimetsu no Yaiba), Tomioka Giyu, Kibutsuji Muzan

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe, Demon Slayer Kamado Nezuko, Demon Kamado Takeo, Dead Kamado Family (Kimetsu no Yaiba), Kamado Nezuko is a Good Sibling, BAMF Kamado Nezuko, Alternate Universe - Role Reversal, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

Summary:

The Demon King arrived at the Kamado household a few hours early, attacking viciously in the dead of the night. Only Nezuko and Takeo were left alive; the latter turned into a demon. If Nezuko wanted to prove her little brother was still in there, she'd need to work hard. And just where was her older brother in this time of need? - - - In which Nezuko has to care for a Takeo Kamado that has been turned into a demon. A role... "reversal"? More like a role shift, honestly.

WOOOOOOOOOO I GOT TO POST THIS FINALLY. I need to draw something for this once I'm no longer swamped with homework

[blondthndrninja]

Chapters: 8/? Fandom: 鬼滅の刃 | Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba (Manga), 鬼滅の刃 | Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba (Anime) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Original Female Character/Original Male Character, Agatsuma Zenitsu & Hashibira Inosuke & Kamado Nezuko & Kamado Tanjirou Characters: Original Demon Slayer Corps Hashira | Pillar Character(s) (Kimetsu no Yaiba), Original Female Character(s), Kamado Tanjirou, Kamado Nezuko, Hashibira Inosuke, Agatsuma Zenitsu, Kibutsuji Muzan, Original Characters, Original Male Character(s), Original Child Character(s) Additional Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, Canon Universe, Original Character(s), mom character, Original Character Death(s), Original Character-centric Summary:

Tanjiro, Zenitsu, and Inosuke are tasked to find the former Snow Hashira, Aoki Fuyuko, and take her to headquarters. The former Hashira is asked to come out of retirement and to carry out a mission against a demon that is preying on small villages in the mountains. Despite being a wife and mother, Aoki Fuyuko knows that she will have to fight if she wants her son to have a future. But will she have to fight alone?

[asirensrage]

kinktober entry 5: Gangbang

Rating: Explicit Pairing: Hashira x Reader, Hashira x Hashira Fandom: Demon Slayer Warnings: drugging (sort of), dub-con, orgy, unbeta'd

notes: everyone fucks in this. except Muichiro. I kept him out of it for obvious reasons. For @awkwardchick87 who asked for it.

They’ve never faced anything like this. 

It’s Shinobu’s suggestion that they give in to make it end faster. 

It’s Tengen who directs them all. He has the most experience in having multiple partners at once. 

It’s strange to follow orders but at the same time, you can’t resist. The feeling is contagious and whatever you were dosed with quickly affects the others. Sanemi, Obanai and Rengoku try the hardest to resist. Rengoku going as far away from all of you as it would let him. 

Until he can’t and the Hashira become closer than any other Hashira have before. 

👺

You don’t know whose hands are whose. You discover that Misturi makes the cutest noises when you suck on her tits and she’s trying so hard to keep her strength at bay. Tengen helps, letting her grip him tight. Obanai can’t even complain because he’s between her legs, attempting to drown himself in her release. Sanemi holds him there, ordering him to take care of her and teaching him how through it. 

Gyomei kneels behind him, holding his hips in place as his mouth moves in silent prayer with every thrust he makes into Sanemi. There are no tears, just a steady focus in concentration in reaching his release. He covers the other man nearly completely as he fucks him. 

Shinobu coos at you, pressing you down to arch your back as she eats you out from behind. It’s almost easy to lose yourself in how it feels. Shinobu knows exactly how to make you break, using her fingers until you cry out as the tension builds. She only pauses to order Giyuu to move faster as he presses into her. In the back of your mind it’s nice to see her lose control, pressing closer into you as she moans. It feels amazing and overwhelming. 

You move from Mitsuri’s chest when she takes Tengen’s cock into her mouth and you’re giving a moment to breathe before Rengoku takes her place before you. He cradles your face gently before he ushers you to part your lips as he guides you to swallow him. You do, easily following the direction you’re led. The sounds of everyone chasing their release, giving into the feelings and curse that led them here, fill the silence of the night.  

👺

When the dawn breaks, it finally ends. The group of you sleep, half sprawled on each other as you’re all covered in sweat and cum. No one was spared. Everyone tasted, felt and touched each other, some taking lead while others followed. No one stayed with the same person they started with and you doubt that some of you will be able to walk without rest and assistance after the way you took them. You just have to hope this doesn’t change anything. That no one will be awkward about it. 

“Morning, beautiful,” Tengen murmurs as he notices you’re awake. “You alright?”

“Sore.” 

He laughs at that. “Yeah, you would be. I can hear a hot spring that way. Not far. Let’s wake the others and head over. It’ll help...everyone.”

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[kenziebluex]

House of Balloons

♫ The Weeknd - House of Balloons/ Glass Table Girls

Gyōmei Himejima - Kinktober 2024 Day 12 - Sex Toys & Dirty Talk

Story description: The town’s head priest, Gyomei Himejima, had always been a man of strong moral values but even he had his weak moments. What happens when a demon takes advantage of those weaknesses? 

Tags: Demon Reader, Sex Toys, Dirty Talk, Blow Job, Sensitive Gyomei, Church

Gyomei POV

Standing at a solid and muscly 7’2, Gyomei looked more like a demon hunter rather than a priest. Luckily, the town had already looked past his intimidating appearance after he had already proven his devotion to the safety of the town. Recently, there has been an ominous aura around the village. Rumors arose of a black castle that appeared in the outskirts of the forest at night and disappeared during the day. He had wanted to excuse this rumor as concerned parents trying to make sure their children came home before the sunset, however, he already lost three priests to this rumor. 

And like every concerned town, they sent out the big guns. For the safety of his beloved priests, he decided to check there first and decided to do so alone. 

“Namu-Amidabutsu.” Gyomei’s deep voice gruffed a short prayer towards the church, gently rubbing his hands together. He turned on his heels and began his descent to the forest. Once the cobblestone transitioned to lush grass and the scent of wisteria had mildly faded, Gyomei knew that he was heading outside the comfort of his quaint village. A small path was already formed from the tracks of the priests who descended before him. 

“Namu-Amidabutsu.” Gyomei huffed another prayer while maneuvering the forests. Because of his statuesque figure and broad shoulders, Gyomei had run into a number of tree branches which soon broke as he pushed through them. The swinging of the ball chain came to a complete halt. Gyomei, in spite of his sight, excelled in his other senses to a superhuman degree. However, that also meant that he was double as sensitive as the average person. 

Gyomei was no stranger to skinship. It’s not like he’s been a saint all his life. But most of his relationships ended bleakly, either they got sick and tired of his secluded lifestyle or they were bored with his very strict morals. Although Gyomei maintains a carefully constructed religious front, he won’t deny that he gave into temptation due to a few unholy nights in his bunker. However what the church wanted wasn’t a saint, it was a protector and Gyomei fulfilled his job dutifully. 

Maneuvering past the last tree branch, Gyomei had stumbled upon a clearing. He soon realized that those rumors were not just a popular ghost story, they were a problem. His big problem. The crackle of the grass beneath him insulted the lush and soft ones he recently trekked through. This grass was clearly dead, as was the tree Gyomei felt up to get a taste of his surroundings. 

Whatever that was here was evil and invited death surrounding it. He sought out his ball chain just in case and inched his way closer to the small Victorian black castle that posed menacingly in the clearing.

Reader POV

“Ahh! Ack! P-Please! Have mercy!” The blood curdling screams echoed throughout the palace corridor. A lanky priest with a tattered black tunic wailed in the presence of the unrelenting attacker. He held together an open wound in his abdomen as he peered his eyes to get a better view of the long dark passageway. 

Feline crimson eyes tore the pitch black emptiness of the corridor. These eyes the very same hue as the blood that drifted down the poor priest’s stomach. You licked your lips in hunger. Was his blood the best you ever smelled? Not really but you were famished so it’ll do. Just a light snack while you prepare for bigger plans you had for the small town. The priests that came almost as a welcome gift were stepping stones to you gaining more power. 

As the priest squirmed, seized and yelped, you grew bored. The priest had barely landed a scratch on the demon while you toyed with him like a cat. You craved a challenge to keep you on your toes. You mused about a dangerous pursuer who could one day be strong enough to bend you low and stretch you wide. 

Alas, life as a demon while granted eternal life also plagued you with eternal boredom. Every priest screamed the same pitch, sung the same song and uttered the same chant. The chorus is more irritating than a wasp buzzing around, and more pitiful than a disabled animal in the wild. Yet, there was one plea that you loved more than anything. A desperate cry that you absolutely relished in.

“Please! Mercy!” Hollered the dying priest who now held on to the sconce protruding against the wall. The candle has already blown out and smoke is fumigating the air. The pitch is a little too high for your taste, but you were done playing with your food. Before the battered priest was allowed to make another sound, you darted across the room and held the saint’s throat hostage. 

Black claws threatened to pierce the priest’s neck as heavy breaths escaped exhaled through his nose. The priest choked in protest and your  lips parted slightly to allow the scent of blood to massage your senses. Saliva threatened to fall as you licked up all the stray venom that dared escape his fangs. Although the venom wasn’t inherently deadly, it did provide excruciating pain or pleasure to the few drops that landed on the victim. 

This particular priest, however, didn’t excite you enough for you to waste anymore time on him. You swiped your tongue across your fangs and gathered a generous coating of pain venom. You teased your lips over the neck of the petrified clergyman and let out a shaky breath, frightening your prey even more.

“Tell me. Will there be more of you disrupting my solitude tonight? Or are you the last one?” your words came out teasing. Knowing that there would be no such help that would come to the clergyman’s rescue. 

“Oh yes. You’ll do it for the night.” you decided as you lunged forward preparing to feast. Suddenly, a metal chain flung in between separating you and the priest. You launched your body backwards to dodge the unexpected attack. Shuffling to regain your footing and using your superhuman sight to identify what lurked in the darkness. 

A figure, a large one, emerged from the darkness of the corridor, stepping into the opulent moonlight. Your breath hitched as the appearance of the attacker threw you off your rocker. But there was one thing about this assailant that puzzled you a bit more.

‘Is he crying?’ You thought.

Gyomei Pov

‘The tears won’t stop! They have to stop! I have to fulfill my duty to protect the priests!” Gyomei scolded himself in a distressed manner. However his heart couldn’t take it. After he abandoned his beads at the entrance to isolate a barrier, sounds of his friend’s blood seeping the ground on the verge of death was too much to bear. Gyomei had heard the ripe crack of bone and the ear piercing screech that accompanied it as soon as he stepped inside the castle. That was why Gyomei was able to find the lost priest in the first place.

 At this point, he couldn’t tell if his friend had stopped moving because he had fainted or because he was dead. Either way, Gyomei would taste vengeance for him. He tightened his grip around his chained mace to prepare another strike on the demon. 

“Have you come for him?” You questioned almost as a taunt. 

Gyomei hesitated, which was his mistake. He couldn’t help but be awestruck by the voice of this particular demon. And what was creepier, Gyomei was able to faintly see this demon’s eyes and her eyes alone. He was in a trance lulled by an enchanting voice and ruby red eyes. Gyomei waited too long to react, all of the sudden the ruby-eyed demon abandoned the convulsing priest and vanished into thin air.

Gyomei spread his knees apart as he prepared to dodge if he needed to. 

He felt a slick substance glide up his right cheek, swiping at his tears.

Gyomei stumbled back and tossed his chain forward. Gyomei always aimed with peak precision and the unlucky demon was caught in the loop of the chain. It looped twice before Gyomei caught the handle of the mace end and heaved the demon forward. Gyomei knew he caught her by the forearms around the body when he felt the demon attempted to escape from the chain’s tight grip. Gyomei used his free right hand to grip the demon by her neck and hoisted her up to meet him face to face. Your, feet now barely brushing the ground, continued to struggle against Gyomei’s skilled grip.

“What do they call you so that I may pray over your soul to be set free?” Gyomei ordered while his grip against the demon tightened. Gyomei moved you closer, intrigued by the feel of your body, and fascinated by your voice. Gyomei wanted his ears to have a front row seat to your next set of words. Bodies now just a thumb distance away from each other. You felt a bit antsy by Gyomei’s overwhelming body heat.

“Your tears…are absolutely delicious. The best I’ve had in this godforsaken life.” You licked your lips seductively. Gyomei could hear all of it, even the side swiping of your tongue that had recently tasted his tears. You released a soft groan in response to the delicious pain Gyomei held around your neck. Your chest tightened and your pussy throbbed, feeling your panties getting wetter. 

You were utterly aroused at the sheer force Gyomei used to subdue you and loved that Gyomei was getting turned on by it even more. Gyomei knew this desperate attempt to remain ferocious and fearless was a failure when a low chuckle boiled in your chest. 

“What is your name?!” Gyomei pressed again, but this time, lust was laced into his voice. Gyomei couldn’t understand why this particular demon seemed to disarm his guard. He was caught in between wanting to bowl the iron mace between the demon’s skull or to use his hand to push it down and allow his cock to rut through that poisonous mouth of hers. Gyomei stood frozen upright, not giving into either urge. Until…

“Mmm…” Gyomei’s head fell back, eyelids shut, eyebrows twisted and a sinful moan escaped his lips. 

‘This demon bastard.’ Gyomei cursed to himself as you had steadily used your own free leg to drag up and down Gyomei’s steel hard member. You teased and massaged as Gyomei twitched behind his trousers begging to be set free. Gyomei’s thighs tensed as he started to hump against your teasing leg at an excruciatingly slow pace.

“Ha! What kind of saint gets so easily turned on by a demon?” You mocked mercilessly, neglecting the fact that your pussy was aching beckoning for attention as well. 

Gyomei thrusted you down, head hitting the ground face up with an ear splitting slam. Gyomei had buried you into the ground, and you winced at the ice cool pain. The action was punishing, forcing you to eat your words. Using your hand to cage his neck, Gyomei had been caught between your open spread legs and he hovered, pressing into your body. Originally, Gyomei had figured that this position would give him more control of the situation and a clearer head, however, the position had been all the more compromising to his sanity. 

“Who said I’m a saint?” Gyomei grunted, his trembling cock now prone and meddlesome against your dampening core. Gyomei pushed his thigh into your’s to accommodate him further. Rolling his hips, Gyomei began thrusting his member, teasing your clothed clit.

“What kind of- ah…tsss…mmm..demon worries about the morals of a human?” Gyomei moaned nearly every word. Your hips shot up allowing Gyomei’s brutishly large cock print to brutally knead your slit. His eyes fluttered, eyebrows furrowed and his mouth dropped open to deliver a series of perpetual groans.

Gyomei had witnessed it all. The red flickering of his eyes indicated the trance he was instilling in you and the mouthwatering mewls that fell from your lips. But he wanted more. As a demon, you had no doubt harmed his friends and Gyomei wanted to make sure you paid duly for that. Which is why he latched pain with the pleasure he inflicted upon you. 

Gyomei tugged on the chain harder, purposefully leaving a bruising ring around your forearms and your ribcage. The chain was specially made to subdue demons with the chain being soaked in wisteria and holy water every day. 

“Ah…fuck…” You hissed at the pain. Your hips dropped as you arched into Gyomei’s chest. While Gyomei was not pleased that the chain alone wasn’t enough to kill you, he had earned an even tastier response. Gyomei tugged on the chain harder. 

“Again.” Gyomei demanded. The tanned knuckles on his hand turned white from him tightening his fist in the chain. You winced and your head fell sideways. His right hand released your neck and traveled down your chest to fiddle with it, running a thumb over your left nipple. Your breath choked in response. Gyomei grew impatient. The only way he knew how you were feeling was from the haste flickering of your demonized ruby eyes, the shaky groans of your voice and Gyomei hungered for you to lose control under his touch. With a brutal thrust of his hips, Gyomei violently brushed his groin against your throbbing pussy once more. 

Your eyes shot open much to Gyomei’s satisfaction and moved slightly low as if you were curling into yourself. Gyomei felt hot breaths caress his neck and saliva drip to his shoulder. His body shook violently as your core pulsated. Against his member, Gyomei felt your core shake twitch then your body ceased and a warm wet spot against his clothed cock materialized soon afterwards. Gyomei nipped at your bottom lip. He used his special hearing to feel out your strangled moans and ghosted his lips against your neck. 

“Are you cumming just by me dick rubbing you? And you were bold enough to call me weak. Isn’t that just sorrowful?” Gyomei had tried to copy your mocking tone however it came out somewhat woeful and full of heat instead. Gyomei might as well have babbled incoherent words while you were busy coming down from your orgasm. Tears once again rolled down Gyomei’s cheeks, awakening your urge to once again drink. You allowed saliva and Gyomei’s tears to travel down your body and you skillfully slipped out of the jail of Gyomei’s chain and scurried from under him like an animal desperate to escape.

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Reader POV

‘Embarrassing! How embarrassing!’ you spat to yourself. How dare a man, a human, reduce you to such a state?! You looked down noticing the soiled panties and thought it best to lose them to let your core breath. 

 You turned back, noticing the lanky priest from earlier succumb to his wounds. The priest was dead and no longer appetizing. You then turned your body back forward as Gyomei readied himself to attack once more. 

What will happen? 

Will he swing his mace to kill you like he had done earlier? Will he pounce on you again and introduce you to another mind-numbing orgasm? You were game for the chase. A devilish grin tugged on your lips as you eyed what he wanted to taste first. But first you thought.

Do I want him to remain here? 

You could care less about the lack of intimacy in the corridor, however the decaying blood coming from the deceased priest is a bit distracting. All you wanted was for Gyomei to infect your senses and raid your insides. And you were determined to do that tonight. 

‘Looks like we are changing to the throne room!’ you decided as you began to dart towards the grandiose doors. You kept a pace that was fair enough for Gyomei to keep up as you occasionally turned behind yourself to make sure Gyomei was following you properly. 

The doors of the throne room closed with an echoed roar across the room. Similar to the lighting of the corridor, the throne room was dark, adorned with a few iron black sconces in which barely 3 candles were lit. A red carpeted floor covered the room and a lonely black throne sat up against the very end of the room. 

You abandoned your garments and tossed them aside into the darkness, now completely bare. The only way Gyomei knew you had completely undressed was the shaky groan that left his lips as your musk had invaded his sensitive nose. Gyomei, having yet to reach his orgasm, decided to abandon his morals completely. 

You watched Gyomei hesitate to unbutton his trenchcoat, each movement painfully slower than the last. You palmed backwards for the throne chair and settled your naked body back against it, prying your legs open for easier access to your once again hot and aching pussy. You smoothed your fingers into your hole and began to move in and out in slow strokes waiting for Gyomei to lose the rest of his garments. 

Gyomei stood naked, toned, tall and cock standing at full attention with light precum decorating his tip. The only thing on his person was his handy chained mace much to your dismay. 

‘Did he plan to get naked first before attacking again? Is he ok in the head?’ Tears continued to roll down Gyomei’s cheeks as your thoughts quickly snapped back to tasting them again. You stood upright and began to move forward towards Gyomei, trying to gauge the best method of attack. Your tongue glided across your upper lip in preparation to drink once more. 

Gyomei’s ears twitched. He didn’t hesitate and swiftly tossed his chain once more behind you, this time wrapping around your neck. However, you invited this action. You were curious by the priest’s usage of the chain but did not sense bloodlust stemming from Gyomei. Only lust.

You clawed the chain to mitigate the pain of it being forcefully wrapped around your neck. The chain stung sweetly and Gyomei jerked you forward and to your knees. Once Gyomei successfully acquainted your face with Gyomei’s firm and tight hips. He nudged his twitching member against your left cheek. 

“Have your drink, demon.” Gyomei ordered once more. You felt the urge to snap back. As the predator, you were typically the one in charge and yet, this blind brute had triumphed at bringing the all powerful you to your knees. Literally. 

Your hands traveled upwards, the feeling of not being in control eating you up to a terrible degree. You searched up Gyomei’s rugged muscles and stopped at his jaw. You allowed his tears to drip to your hands and pulled back your hand to taste the holy liquor. Gyomei started rubbing against your cheek, precum smearing against your jaw. You gathered for more, successfully soaking your hand just enough that you knew would drive Gyomei crazy. 

With your hands dripping with tears, you gripped Gyomei’s unrelenting cock. Due to his unnatural size, you had to use both hands that couldn’t even fully wrap all the way around, thus doubling the amount of work you had to do. 

“Nnngh!” Gyomei reacted to the movement of your wet hands massaging his member while using his tears as a lubricant. Gyomei’s head fell back as he relished in the repeated push and pull of your teasing hands. 

“Ah-….hmmm” Gyomei’s voice caught in his throat as your tongue darted out to taste the saltiness of Gyomei’s tears and precum. You desired to take your time, however, Gyomei was desperate to release and shoved his swollen cock in between your lips. The cold exterior of your mouth contrasts with the warm and wet cushioning feeling on the inside.

“N-Namu-Amidabutsu…” Gyomei groaned in pleasure as he thrusted his hips and pulled his chain in tandem, using your warm mouth to egg on his orgasm. The only words leaving his mouth, his priest chant that he uses to try to sustain focus. This was not working. you had the best seat in the house to watch him go wild.

You folded your lips under your teeth to prevent your fangs from ruining your fun as Gyomei’s hips picked up speed. Tears formed in your eyes as Gyomei repeatedly pounded the back of your throat, his member now soaked in more of your saliva than his tears. 

Hisses and grunts spilled from Gyomei’s lips and his hips snapped back into your welcoming mouth at an impossible speed. 

“Oh…fuckkkk.” Gyomei’s eyelids screwed shut as he pushed pressurized thrust into your mouth, slow but aggressive. His cock twitched and waned in your mouth as you knew his orgasm was coming soon. You welcomed it. 

Gyomei bit his lip and rolled his hips at a dangerous speed. Gyomei’s hips stuttered and then lunged, painting your mouth with his seed. 

“Nnnngh!! Hahh….” Gyomei groaned into the air. Silent whimpers struggling against his pulsating cock were all that could be heard on your end as if you were frozen in shock. 

Gyomei began dressing in his gear and wiped his his cum that dripped off your chin. He hovered over you, hoping that your face was eyeing his. 

“I’m counting on you to leave the villagers alone. If not, next time I will be coming back with the sole purpose of killing you.” Gyomei warned softly but the promise of it weighed heavy in the room. You whimpered at his warning.

“Why torment the villagers when I have something else to look forward to?” you were desperate to keep this human. If that means not bothering the village for a century or two, so be it. You sat back, watching Gyomei’s every move. Gyomei was once again met with ruby red eyes. 

‘I wonder how it will feel inside next time.’ You thought. However, you had caught a feeling that the priest had not been affected by the venom at all. And if that was the case…

‘He may as well be a demon just like you.’

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-kenzie

[flower-blossoms654]

I find it really hard to be kind to myself.

*looks at a big whiteboard with the words “Tanjiro kinnie” written on it in sharpie*

That has nothing to do whatsoever with the fanfic I’m writing.

[seelietta]

۫ ꣑ৎ LOST IN YOUR IRIS

— 　Sanemi x Fem! Reader

Word count : 171 words (drabble)

　You could call yourself lucky to be able to go on a mission with the wind Hashira; not everyone had the opportunity of having a Hashira accompany them, but at the same time, it was awkward.

He was silently grumbling most of the way—he seemed annoyed so you didn't want to bother him; it'd be horrible if he got mad at you. Besides not wanting to anger him, it would be difficult for you to say anything because, well, he is handsome, isn't he?

He had handsome features, but he was covered in scars, which made him look intimidating; his purple eyes were always glaring but weirdly soft too; if he stopped glaring so angrily, he could look so...kind.

The wind blew his bangs to his face, and he brushed the strands behind his ear. At that moment he noticed your obvious staring and turned his head to face yours.

"What the hell you lookin' at?" His voice was gruff, annoyed. You flushed, nothing you could say; you've been caught.

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[peachdues]

when dating a delinquent means getting cockblocked by his delinquent job —

MDNI.

He stoops down, hands wrapped under your thighs and he hauls you up, blanket and all. He walks you back to your bed, never breaking your kiss until he lets you fall back against your blankets with a surprised oomph! he’s quick to reconnect your lips, however, as he covers your body with his, his hands working the hem of his shirt you’d borrowed up.

You moan when his fingers graze the underside of your bare breasts, his shirt now pushed up your chest. You know what he means to do; you can feel it digging into your thigh where his body rests against yours.

God, it just felt so fucking good.

Idly, you wonder whether the revolving door to his bed had been kept running because he simply couldn’t find anyone to temper this need of his. He’s insatiable but so are you; so you’re more than ready to meet him, stroke for stroke.

“Sanemi,” you murmur sweetly into his kiss and he moans. “Sanemi, oh, Sanemi —“

If you don’t stop saying his name like that, he doesn’t stand a chance in hell at leaving (he wants — no, needs — you to keep going).

His hand latches around your wrist and he unwinds your arm from its place around his neck. He lays it back against your bed, over your head, his fingers lacing tightly with yours.

The kisses turn heated, your leg hooking around his hips to help him rock into you, and all his better judgment flies right out your window.

Fuck it, fuck work, he can spare another hour or two. Besides, he’s got positions he’s been dreaming of trying with you, ones that he’d believed, until last night, would only ever be fantasies he fucked into his fist. Certainly, he’s desperate to get you on your stomach so he can see what kind of noises you’ll make when he’s taking you from behind —

His phone’s ringtone is a bullhorn that blares through your shared moans and pants, and Sanemi peels away from you with a groaned Fuck!

none of this is from next chapter lmao I won’t spoil y’all that much

[dunbonnets]

for many, many years now, I've loved both attack on titan and demon slayer. they're both so very dear to me, and because of that, I've decided to announce that I will be writing a very special crossover fic. yes, that's right, an attack on titan x demon slayer fic!

I've already got all the details figured out, but it'll basically be all the attack on titan characters (or at least as many of them as I can bring over) adapted into the world of demon slayer. which means no titans, just demons. so many demons. they will also all be referred to by their japanese names, meaning levi ackerman will now be known as rivai akkāman and so on.

also, this will be an au version of my captain levi fic, which means my oc clara ludwig (now referred to by her japanese name, kurara rudōikku) will be the main oc. and yes, she will still be paired with levi, or should I say rivai. I'm really excited to share this au version of them with you all! and, well, to share this fic in general because I've had so much fun working out all the details!

anyways, if anyone would like to be tagged when I post this fic please lmk in the comments or you can message me directly if you'd like!

[shions-heart]

An Earnest Wish

[Prologue] [One] [Two]

Rating: M

Pairing: Shinazugawa Genya/Tokitou Muichirou

Other Relationships: Shinazugawa Genya & Shinazugawa Sanemi, Himejima Gyoumei & Shinazugawa Genya, Shinazugawa Genya & Hantengu’s Clones

Themes/Tropes: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Character Study, Grief Exploration, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Slow Burn, Eventual Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Major Character Injury (lotta oofs in this one folks)

Genya looks back down at Tokitou, who’s still staring at him blankly. “Please,” he says again. “It’s not what it looks like. I … I’m undercover. I’m going to find out the identity of the Twelve Moons leader.”

That catches Tokitou’s interest, his eyebrows raising slightly. “You’re not a very good spy. You didn’t even attack us.”

“I panicked, okay? I’ve never been a spy before.” Genya runs his hand through his mohawk agitatedly. “It’s not like I wanna hurt you guys.”

Tokitou shrugs. “Shit happens.”

Genya’s story throughout the timeline of “Saudade,” where the Twelve Moons yakuza terrorize the citizens of Tokyo, and the Hashira are the only gang strong enough to fight against them. Rejected by both his brother and his potential boyfriend, Genya goes undercover in the Blood Demons gang, who work under the Twelve Moons, to prove that he can protect others alongside Sanemi by unveiling the identity of the yakuza leader.

[justalonelybunnyonahill]

Chapter 12: One Becomes Three, Then Four

A soft voice hums a few notes.

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The new chapter is out! We have Sabito and Makomo time!!! And Final Selection is drawing ever closer!

The title of the chapter is from the focus of the chapter! I kind of thought about naming it Urokodaki's Foxes, but that will most likely be the title of the next chapter. Instead, this symbolizes the way that Urokodaki's students have all be impacting each other/interacting. First, it was Tanjiro alone. Then he met Sabito and Makomo and one became three, all of them slowly starting to get acquainted with each other as time moves on. Then at the end, Giyu finally comes back to the place he has been avoiding for years, making the number of students go from three to four. With Urokodaki's duty to his students and each of their individual fates being such an important part of his character, I thought that it would be best to focus on all of their interactions with each other as the situation is developed further. Tanjiro, Sabito, Makomo, Urokodaki, and Giyu all play important roles in this sad relationship of mentor and student, something I believe is vastly undervalued and missed when reading the manga/watching the anime.

It plays a big part in the theme of grief that I want to tackle with this (as well as the journey of healing from it) that I need two chapters to cover their interactions properly.

[sweetfushi]

HIS LOVE HABITS PT 1.

fluff, slight angst | giyu tomioka, obanai iguro, sanemi shinaguzawa x reader, mentions of guilt, crying, mentions of death | word count. 1.1k ◦ notes. watching the new season is making me feel nostalgic about the start of the anime :(

GIYU TOMIOKA.

Giyu shows his passion for you by spending most of what would be his alone time with you. He doesn’t always talk much during the times he’s around you, but he isn’t opposed to you talking. Giyu doesn’t mind where he is, as long as he’s with you and knows you’re safe - despite his underlying feeling of perhaps being incapable of protecting you completely. Thus, he sometimes feels guilty for wanting to spend time with you, but he compensates for that by allowing you to guide him - choosing where to hang out, leading most conversations.

That doesn’t mean he doesn’t like his alone time. You out of all people know best how much he indulges in silent reflection and meditation, but you’ve also noticed that he’d consult you for those things. He’d start using some of his silent reflection time to ask you questions riddled with guilt. He finds that you’re much like Tanjiro in your overwhelming ability to comfort people.

“You know,” you start as you’re walking alongside him, making your way to the noodle house, “I’m really thinking we need to change our plans. The owners know our orders at this point,” you grin, stretching your arms out.

“Supporting a small business doesn’t sound like a bad thing,” he retorts, plopping his hand on your head and ruffling your hair slightly. “Besides, that makes ordering our food quicker, does it not?”

You roll your eyes but are forced to agree.

Following that brief conversation, the two of you spend the next half an hour eating to your hearts’ desires. Giyu will pause every few minutes to remove the food items from your plate that you don’t like and add them to his with a small smile, both at your sweet voice thanking him and the sight of more food on his plate.

You’ll always require a sweet treat after your meal, whether that be a drink or more food, so you either head into town to survey the sweet stands or drop by Mitsuri to see if she has any stored - she typically does and you’re forever grateful for that.

All the while, Giyu will let you ask him question upon question, start conversation after conversation, all without complaints just to lengthen the time he gets to spend with his beloved.

OBANAI IGURO.

Obanai expresses his love through promises. They’re never empty ones and he makes sure you know that, sometimes even goes as far as gently pulling your ear to discipline your ignorance towards such. Sometimes the promises are of small value, such as promising to not eat your food or not start training without you. Other times, they mean the entire world, where he’ll promise that he’ll return from a dangerous mission or that he’ll not get injured because he couldn’t ever be so weak as to let a demon injure him fatally.

Every time he promises you something, the eye contact with him is almost intimidating. Obanai feels as though averting his gaze from you connotes distrust and uncertainty, so he always ensures to gaze into your apprehensive eyes when he speaks his truth. In moments of vulnerability, when you’re crying late at night because you’re certain tonight awaits his death, he’ll emerge from the Master’s room determined to fulfil his assignment and not evoke worry.

When he sees you in such a state, sniffling and averting your gaze, he’s convinced that you’re stuck in a cycle of paranoia and fear.

“Are you really so sceptical of my return? Don’t be so foolish,” he says, narrowing his eyes at your despondent state. “I promise I’ll return to you.”

You hear Kaburamaru hiss before feeling him graze your cheek with his face. You whimper and allow him to do so, only until you motion for Obanai to sit beside you. He does so without question and cranes his neck to look into your eyes, to which you turn away from.

“Have I ever broken a promise made to you?”

You swallow thickly. “No.”

He huffs. “So what is your concern?”

You shrug but, in reality, know what is bothering you. Instead of telling him, however, you lift your head to look at him and pout in an attempt to satiate your tears. “I’m going to kill you if you don’t come back, Iguro. I swear.”

You can’t see his mouth, but you know he’s smiling as he nods and presses a quick kiss to your temple. “I wouldn’t expect anything less.”

SANEMI SHINAZUGAWA.

Sanemi shows his love for you through acts of service. Initially, you hadn’t noticed it, but you start questioning him when your katana appears sharper and cleaner, your uniform neatly pressed, and your food managed to suit your tastes.

“Have you only just noticed? I’m almost insulted,” he scoffs, gently smacking the back of your head only for you to groan and swat his hand away. “The swordsmiths are practically sick of me,” he grumbles, watching you admire the shine on your katana.

You grin and elbow his side, making him wince and shove you. “You’re so in love with me.”

“I don’t know where you got that idea from,” he teases, flashing you his canines as the two of you lean closer to each other, faces inches apart as your childish squabbling continues. Sanemi snickers as you attempt to maintain your scowl but inevitably fail at the close proximity, turning into loud laughter when you slump over and rest your head on his chest.

As a Hashira, the Kakushi already know you, but recently have appeared in near fear of your presence (despite being aware of your empathetic personality). At one point, you explicitly ask why the change in treatment, to which they respond: “Shinazugawa-san isn’t forgiving if your uniform is anything but perfect.”

“Perfect?”

“As in washed, pressed and perfumed.”

You pause, shock evident in your expression. “Uh,” you almost break into laughter, “you don’t have to do that, really. I’ll… have a talk with him, make sure he’s not bullying you.”

The Kakushi give you a pointed look, to which you nod and purse your lips. You mumble, “well, he’s getting slapped.”

Sanemi always ensures that the menu provided to the cooks that cater to you suits your tastes. However, you’re highly concerned with the fact that Sanemi thinks anything is obtainable through an arbitrary expression of power, but you have the advantage of being able to discipline him for thinking such without consequence.

“The Kakushi help us, not serve us!”

“That’s a very liberal way of looking at it– ow!”Sanemi groans at the punches you land to his chest, making him double over and eventually lay down on the grass with no attempt of fighting back. “Okay, okay, I’ll be nicer.”

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[blondthndrninja]

Chapters: 6/? Fandom: 鬼滅の刃 | Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba (Manga), 鬼滅の刃 | Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba (Anime) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Original Female Character/Original Male Character, Agatsuma Zenitsu & Hashibira Inosuke & Kamado Nezuko & Kamado Tanjirou Characters: Original Demon Slayer Corps Hashira | Pillar Character(s) (Kimetsu no Yaiba), Original Female Character(s), Kamado Tanjirou, Kamado Nezuko, Hashibira Inosuke, Agatsuma Zenitsu, Kibutsuji Muzan, Original Characters, Original Male Character(s), Original Child Character(s) Additional Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, Canon Universe, Original Character(s), mom character, Original Character Death(s), Original Character-centric Summary:

Tanjiro, Zenitsu, and Inosuke are tasked to find the former Snow Hashira, Aoki Fuyuko, and take her to headquarters. The former Hashira is asked to come out of retirement and to carry out a mission against a demon that is preying on small villages in the mountains. Despite being a wife and mother, Aoki Fuyuko knows that she will have to fight if she wants her son to have a future. But will she have to fight alone?

[thatoneweirdo14]

Please reblog, even if you aren't interested!

So I've been thinking about maybe doing writing commission work? I enjoy writing and school recently ended so I want to get a feel for doing projects like this. I write alot in my free time and also put stuff up on ao3 (which you can read below) but I've recently hit a block and thought this might help me get up and running again. So, with that being said, would you be interested?

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