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madwomansapologist · 4 months ago

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stay soft, get eaten | tanjiro kamado x hashira!reader

tanjiro was accused of treason, and there was more than enought proof for you to cut his head and damn his existence. that was your duty as a hashira. but as a friend, you couldn't. you could never.

cw: angst. hurt/barely any comfort. childhood friends to strangers to lovers. kny level of violence. death and gore. more than one character actively trying to kill nezuko.

an: messing around with the idea of an oc. can anyone rec an artist that accepts commissions? another chapter of me finding a way to put a undertale reference on my fics.

A ghost stood before you, forcing you to face your past.

Once more you were that innocent girl unaware of how your life would change. Focused on the basket between your hands, making sure to protect the bread inside it from the snow, you had no real worries.

You didn't saw the blood. You didn't smell the putrid stench. It was right in front of you, and still you noticed nothing. How you despise that clueless girl. She knew the world was a kind place. She didn't believed that, she knew that: nothing bad has ever happened for her to think otherwise.

How dumb you were. To only notice the blood after stepping on it.

You never truly understood what it meant to be a person until that very moment. To be alive is to have a body, and to have a body is to suffer. A layer of skin, a layer of fat, a layer of muscles, a layer of bones. Nothing can change that.

And blood. So much blood. You threw up on the snow, and continued until your throat burned. With the scarlet red carved on your eyes, you saw the graves. That made you remember exactly where you were.

Kie Kamado. Takeo Kamado. Hanako Kamado. Shigeru Kamado. Rokuta Kamado. Nezuko Kamado. Tanjiro Kamado.

All dead.

You were shaking when he came. Was it because of the snow falling on your skin for hours on end, the empty on your stomach, or the violent cries taking over your body? When you left with Giyu Tomioka, you knew why: you were enraged.

From then on, you trained. You almost died, then did it all again. Until you reached perfection. Every movement, every breath, every muscle of your body. You made yourself excelent. You protected those that couldn't, killed oni after oni, slayed a kizuki without hesitation.

That innocent girl you despise died because of what you saw that night. That girl you envy, that had silly dreams and could afford not to learn it was already time to grow for a few more years died that night. So why you're looking at Tanjiro's sleeping face?

Unaware of the string muzzling your heart as if it was a beast in need of taming, the Pillars argued around you. You couldn't quite catch their words, all meaning lost in the air around you.

You pinched yourself, as if you didn't already knew it wasn't a nightmare. Life taugh you a funny trick: when you don't know what's happening, all you had to do is to imagine the worst possible scenario and accept it as reality.

And so you knew: you were late that night. More than you could ever imagine. Late so you couldn't see they alive, couldn't help Tanjiro, couldn't save Nezuko. And Giyu lied to you. If not, he at least omit the truth from you.

"Tomioka", you interrupted Tengen, just now realizing the voice you heard belong to him. You have never been so upset, and still your concentration on your breathing technique never shattered. "You knew from the start, didn't you?"

"I believe Shinobu said-", Mitsuri thought you had misunderstood Shinobu's report, but decided to remain silent when she noticed your clenched fists. She observed you, more carefully now, and saw the truth.

After all, when someone does their best not to cry the only decent thing is to pretend they're doing a good job.

Giyu didn't return your gaze. You were almost grateful for it. You don't know if you could endure his coldness now. "You found me mourning his family, and knowing he was alive you chose to say nothing."

How loud the silence that came after it was. Not a single breath was heard by your attentive ears. In the absence of an response, you found one: your trick never fails you.

Kyojuro turned to you, his smile brighter than the sun. "All slayers involved in this case shall face punishment", Kyojuro's energy had no effect on you. "We'll find a way to punish the Water Hashira."

Instead of moving forward, you looked back. "Tomioka", your calm voice made him look at you. This time, you were ready for what you would face. Even know, he was so aloof. What a nice act.

Giyu Tomioka gave you no comfort when he found you that night, only the truth. Giyu Tomioka told you a tale of demons and slayers, of blood and ashes. Giyu Tomioka gave you a reason to get up, clean the vomit on your face, and pray one last time for the family that always treated with care.

"What I do now?", the wind shoved your tired words towards ears. "How can I stop then?"

Giyu thought about your questions for a while. Just when he decided it was best to turn his back on you, something on your eyes stopped him. They burned. "There is a cultivator a few cities away."

You smiled.

Mitsuri gasped. She can still smile at him even now, her dreamy eyes gazed upon you. Sweet like sakuramochi. And as pretty too.

You thought about hiding yourself behing Gyomei when Tanjiro started to wake up. You didn't, you couldn't move. As he tried with sleepy words to protect his sister, you stood as quiet as you could. But his eyes found you, and for a second the world around you faded away.

⋆✦⋆

Tanjiro was dreaming again.

As the Pillars argued about his future execution, Tanjiro couldn't quite believe it all was really happening. Broken bones, exhausted mind, sore muscles. He must be hallucinating from the pain. That's the only possible explanation.

Because you're right in front of him, and that only happens when he dreams.

And still, even so sure it was just a fantasy from his tired mind, Tanjiro could do nothing but to stare at your sweet eyes and pretend it was reality.

How he wish to go back in time and be that boy who worried if you would look at him at during his daily walks throught the village. He could almost feel the softness of your hair against his once scarless palm, hear the poems you declamed with such a passion, see the careful way you treated your siblings.

Tanjiro isn't that boy anymore, and your perfume reminds him of apple and cinnamon. You smell like exhaustion and regret. Like hopes and dreams. Kindness and duty.

"Were you happy?" He interrupted one of the Pillars, not that he ever heard about them before, and in response to his disrespect Tanjiro was shoved on the ground. He contorced his body to look at you, ignoring everything else. "Was life good to you?"

Your smile burned your cheeks, so big it showed a bit of your gums. Usually you tried to keep it cover, but not this time. This time you could afford to smile without a care. "No, it wasn't", you answered with a voice covered in honey. "But I made it good."

Tanjiro smiled. The pain, the loneliness, the fear: it all disappeared. Smelling joy, Tanjiro was glad it wasn't a dream. But of course that meant the execution discussed was real too.

"That won't be a problem, right?" Shinobu questioned. "As a Pillar, we expect you to do what must be done."

Looking into his eyes, a stare so strong you felt hazy, you didn't hesitate. "The only mercy a demon deserves is a of a quick death." You turned to Shinobu, so she could see you meant it. "It's our duty to do so."

"And the boy?" Shinobu smiled, but it was so emotionless. It felt like a performance, but to what audience? Who Shinobu was trying to fool? You can't imagine.

You could feel his gaze burning your temples. "I won't pretend to be our Master and decide his fate", you wondered if your eyes were emotionless too. Were you trying to fool someone? "I know my place."

As Rengoku reenforced Tanjiro was to be killed by his act of treason, you looked at him again. Hoping to see disgust on his eyes, you saw something you couldn't really comprehend. Something warm and soft.

You saw your Tanjiro again. That sweet boy who would protect you from the snow, even if he would get sick because of it. You wondered if he saw that girl you once were. If he could remember your tales and desires.

You hope that girl is still alive somewhere safe. It would be enough for her to be alive on his mind.

She would've protected Tanjiro now. Don't matter the size of the threat, she would fail but would never give up. Now you're bigger than most threats out there in the world, but nothing could change the fact Tanjiro protected a demon.

You stood quiet, dreaming about a world were demons were still just tales. You smelled like defeat.

⋆✦⋆

And still, despite your desire to never speak again, you couldn't ignore it.

"Nezuko glowed, Master", you gather all your strenght to disagree. It pierced your very soul to do so, but how could you agree with that? "She was the jewelof our village. A dear friend, my Flower, so kind and generous."

You felt the weight of his gaze on you, knowing that Tanjiro would never look at you again. You love him, you really do, but if he really wanted to protect Nezuko he would let her go. You would be kind. You would do it swiftly, and endure the weight of her death for him.

"She doesn't deserve to be remembered as one of them", you said. "If her body won't be respected, then let her soul be. Allow me to free her, please."

Mitsuri would do anything Master asked for, but that made her desire he would want something else. That's a sort of strenght I didn't knew you had, Mitsuri thought to herself. Am I strong like that?

Looking into Tanjiro's eyes, you didn't noticed as Sanemi moved. You only understood when he screamed, and Iguro decided to put him down on the ground. Again and again, Sanemi pierced the box, offending Nezuko.

"Master, forgive me for this", you raised your voice. You would never do that in front of your Master, but he was the one to start this. In a instant, you were besides him with your sword on your hands. "But if Sanemi will be cruel, I will be fast."

But before you could cut off her head, Nezuko looked away.

"Flower?" You asked, sword falling down on the ground. "Are you in there?"

Nezuko hugged you, and once again a Kamado shattered your world.

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vampcubus · 1 year ago

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𝐊𝐍𝐘 𝐏𝐄𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐂𝐒

:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 : kyojuro, tengen + wives, giyu, tanjiro, inosuke, zenitsu, and hantengu clones.

:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : nsfw, fem!dom!reader, pegging, lots of fingering (m!receiving), all boys are subs here, mommy kink for zenitsu’s, praise kink, slight brat taming?, dacryphilia, overstimulation, dumbification, fauxjobs, face fucking, wing play, spit roasting, strap referred to as cock because that’s hot, kamaboko trio are aged up.

𝐊𝐘𝐎𝐉𝐔𝐑𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐎𝐊𝐔

— Kyojuro hardly needs convincing because he trusts you with his pleasure. If you tell him that it’ll feel good, then who is he to question you? especially when you look so enthusiastic about it.

— Kyojuro doesn’t expect there to be so much prep required, but his impatience is washed away when he feels your fingers pumping inside him for the first time. He’s reduced to a sniveling, whimpering puddle in minutes, bronzed skin dripping with sweat as you stretch him wide open to take your fake cock. And the strangled cry he makes when you brush over his prostate is heavenly.

“That feels so good!” Kyojuro babbles, heavy cock leaking pre all over his quivering abs. He’s already aching, so desperate to cum and you haven’t even started fucking him yet. It’s embarrassing, but he feels too good to care. Especially when he feels you squeeze a third finger into his greedy hole, his jaw going slack at the stretch as you fuck him open further on your nimble fingers.

“Gods— fuck, it’s so good. You were right, this feels incredible! Please, don’t stop.”

And he whines so pitifully when you consider him stretched enough, clenching down on your fingers when you go to remove them.

— Prefers it fast and rough, where you’re fucking him absolutely stupid, hands anchored to his hips to keep him from being pushed up the bed with each brutal thrust. Manhandle him, spank him, wrap a hand around his throat, it just makes his cock even stiffer.

— Can cum from prostate stimulation alone, but his back arches so beautifully when you wrap your fingers around his cock and stroke him in tandem with your thrusts.

— Kyojuro thinks it feels the best from behind, especially since he can fuck himself back into your cock in that position. And there’s just something so captivating about the feeling of you draped over him, his muscled back to your chest, your hands exploring every inch of flesh you can reach… he’s in heaven, he swears it. He feels like he doesn’t deserve you in those moments, where all he can do is take all the overwhelming pleasure you shower onto him.

— If you decide to peg him in missionary, he loves to wrap his thick legs around you and cling to you. Fold him into any position you like, he’s just happy to be there and stuffed full of you.

— He has a great ass, perfect for spanking and spreading apart to watch the toy splitting him open.

— Kyojuro is a vocal partner, and even more so when he’s being fucked, almost sobbing as you fill him to the brim with your strap. So I wouldn’t recommend pegging him unless you’re prepared to wake up everyone in the house or have a means of keeping him quiet— which believe me isn’t an easy feat. His moans are loud, even when gagged. He can’t help it! you’re fucking him so good that he forgets to control his volume.

— He’s talkative too, babbling nonsensical praise and endearments that are almost too sweet for the situation. Kyojuro’s a passionate lover, one that isn’t afraid to tell you just how much he loves you whilst you’re rearranging his guts. You can tell when he’s really getting close to cumming because the chants of, “I love you I love you I love you-” start up. He’s honestly too cute :(((

— Kyojuro’s seeing stars when he cums on your strap for the first time, ascending to the astral plane as he seizes and sobs with every pulse, cum spurting so aggressively out of his reddened cock that he almost paints his own face with it. It feels like his orgasm goes on forever, the endless stream of seed only stopping when he’s emptied all of it.

— Very polite when his brain isn’t complete mush, and almost always asks to cum when he has the mental capacity to. Kyojuro always thanks you afterward. Gratefulness is important to him.

𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐍 𝐔𝐙𝐔𝐈 + 𝐖𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐒

— Take a look at that man and tell me he doesn’t let his wives peg him. You can’t. He likes prostate stimulation a lot actually, and will even stretch himself for your viewing pleasure. He loves the attention <3 Though if you truly insist on stuffing him full of your fingers yourself, he’s sure as hell not gonna complain.

— Tries to micromanage a lot of the process, making sure you’re comfortable, and while that’s sweet, he needs to relax.

“You’re thinking too hard, Tengen. Let me take care of everything, yeah?” You persuade, crawling up his oiled body to kiss his face, plastic cock bumping into his. He shudders at the sensation, and you simply can’t resist wrapping your fingers around both lengths and stroking them together. The action elicits a deep groan from the larger man, but he catches your wrist before you get carried away, magenta eyes capturing yours in a heated stare.

“Guess you’ll have to fuck me thoughtless then, darling.” That’s all the encouragement you need to shimmy down his body and slot yourself between his strong thighs, spreading them dramatically just to hear him chuckle. “Sure you got enough lube on- oh, shit mmm.”

The slippery head of the toy presses against his hole, effectively shutting him up.

“You’re not the first man I’ve topped, just the most mouthy. Now kindly lay back and talk less,” you tease. And when you push in, he lets out a long breath that crescendos into a delighted moan as finally, he feels you slide home.

“Need me to hold my legs up too?” Tengen snickers through the fog of being filled, cock heavy and twitching against his quivering tummy. Your hand smoothes over his belly, and briefly you’re taken by the image of his stomach bulging, a prominent bump moving beneath your palm. It makes you darkly curious if he could take bigger toys.

“I can fold you in half if I need to,” you insist playfully, hands stroking up and down his hips and thighs as he adjusts. “How’s that feel? Good? — and if you say flashy I will pull out.”

“You’re really giving me a handicap here, b-but feels fucking amazing, babe. Don’t go easy on me, I wanna see how you handle me.”

— And when you finally get to fucking him, all that confidence just melts away. His head tips back, magenta eyes rolling in their sockets as you rearrange his guts, bullying that spot inside him that makes him cry out all girlish-like.

— I know Tengen screams bratty bottom, and while yes he can be, he’s also incredibly sensitive. He’s pretty sassy when you’re using his cock as a toy, but being the one to take it is a whole other beast. He's often so absorbed in being picked apart, that those witty remarks all but disappear from his mind.

— Doesn’t care what position you fold him into, but he does know the angles that feel the best, and will auto-correct on his own, or directs you to exactly where he needs you to be. He’s very in tune with his body and knows precisely what he likes by now, so if you ever wanna get him drooling and begging, just listen to him. Even if he’s too fucked-dumb to speak, he has physical tells so just pay attention.

— Don’t be afraid to tag in the wives for backup if you need his legs held apart or some extra hands to tease him with.

— Nothing better than fucking into him while he sobs into Hinatsuru’s lap, or spit-roasting him with a strapped Makio fucking his throat whilst you fuck his ass. All the better if Suma wriggles under him so he can rut into her pretty pussy. He won’t last very long that way, but will happily endure multiple orgasms until you and the wives have finished using him.

— Has a thing for being tossed around if you’re physically capable, and moans enthusiastically when you grab a handful of his gorgeous ass or spank it. Take him by the hips and fuck him on your plastic cock like a doll, he likes the rough treatment.

— Enjoys his punishments a little too much, so he’s difficult to discipline when he’s determined to get under your skin. He does it just to get you to snap and pound him into next week, making him cum till nothing comes out of his abused dick.

— Let him ride you!!! You will not regret it for a moment, that man will mount you without a second thought, grinning like a cat until he slides down onto you. Just imagine this large man desperately bouncing on your lap, heavy, neglected cock bouncing cutely with each movement, smiling deliriously as he loses himself to the pleasure. Perfection.

𝐆𝐈𝐘𝐔 𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐎𝐊𝐀

— Giyu’s a bit nervous, naturally, but he trusts you and that goes a long way. He may not understand your desire to peg him, seeing as you’ll essentially be getting no pleasure from it, but he’s nothing if not bound to your whims — no matter how lewd they might be.

— The prettiest princess whilst taking your strap, dark lashes fluttering, thin brows pinched, and pink lips parted in a silent moan as you take your time stretching him on your fingers.

— Giyu tends to get a little spacey when he sinks into subspace, unable to focus on anything but the overwhelming pleasure of you teasing his prostate with your fingers. By the time you’ve got him properly slicked and prepped, he’s nothing but a blissed-out puddle, already going a bit limp. All the easier to manhandle him into any position you like.

And when you finally press inside, his pretty blue eyes are staring widely at the ceiling, lips parted in surprised pleasure. You’ve done a good job preparing him, so it doesn’t hurt, but it’s not necessarily comfortable either. He’s twitching all over, whining under his breath as he adjusts to being filled by something thicker than your fingers.

“You’re doing such a good job, Gi,” you murmur against his temple and instantly his cock twitches and his insides go a little more lax. Your hands smooth over his narrow hips and thighs in soothing motions, fingers encircling his flushed-red dick as you bottom out inside him. “Look at you! Taking it so perfectly.”

“Please,” Giyu whines, and it’s hard to tell if he even knows what he’s begging for. His hips shift, a soft rut against yours that could easily be mistaken for an involuntary jerk. But then he rolls his hips again, more insistently this time. “Please, Y/n.”

“Please move or please stop?” you chuckle, delighted by the faraway look on his face. You haven't even started fucking him yet and he's losing himself.

“Please move! Need it so bad, please fuck me!” You’re a little shocked by his shameless plea, wondering just where your bashful Giyu has gone. Your socially challenged lover was ordinarily too shy to beg properly without coaxing, and here he was begging you to fuck his ass. It’s enough to have you swimming in your own slick.

— Giyu is so easily fucked dumb on your plastic cock, pretty blue eyes rolled back and pink tongue hanging out as you bully the head of the toy against his prostate. Don’t try to ask him questions, he won’t be able to give you a coherent answer aside from mewls.

— Praise him, tell him just how delectable he looks taking your plastic cock, his pretty dick jumps against his flat belly when you do. Baby talk to him, call him your good boy, he gazes at you so adoringly through his long dark lashes when you do.

— Giyu soon becomes a slut for being pegged and has to fuck himself full of his own fingers in between missions in a futile attempt to replicate it. He gets frustrated because his fingers are a far cry from the real thing, and don’t feel as good as your own fingers pumping inside him either.

— Some days you’ve hardly got one foot in the door before he’s pouncing on you, dragging your hand to the prominent bulge in his pants he got from thinking about you. Panting and whining for you to, “Please fuck me, wanna cum!”

𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐑𝐎 𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐎

— Gently now, you don’t want to break the poor thing. Not yet anyway. Tanjiro’s painstakingly shy about taking it up the ass, eyes squeezed shut and cheeks aflame with a bright red blush as you stuff him full of your fingers. He’s trembly and sensitive, hand clutching yours tightly as you stretch him for something bigger.

— He quickly gets lost in the foreplay, practically melting into the futon the more you finger him, stiff cock twitching against his belly. Looks so heartbroken when you take your fingers away, asking what he’s done wrong.

“You haven’t done anything wrong, baby. You’ve done everything perfectly actually. Always so good for me,” soothes him instantly, dark lashes fluttering at your reassurance and praise. But the feeling of emptiness without your fingers to plug his hole has him whimpering again.

You catch his pleading gaze, but his wine-red hues snap down to your hips at the sound of squelching, where you’re slicking the faux cock strapped to your hips. His head falls back into the futon with a moan at the sight.

This is really happening. You were going to put it in him, and he can’t find it in himself to be nervous any longer— just desperate and horny out of his damn mind, needily grinding his hips up as you tease the head of the toy over his rim. You torture him with several false starts, leaving him to whine in frustration just when he thinks you’ll have mercy on him.

“Y/n, please! Please I need it inside. You k-keep teasing me and I-I like it, but I can’t take it. Want you so bad it hurts,” Tanjiro sobs after a while, and the sight of his tearful eyes twisted in such raw desire makes you clench around nothing.

How can you tell him no? Especially when he grabs a handful of his own ass to spread himself like a slut. You only purr at the action, sadistic impulses melting away, now ready to give him everything he so desired.

And when you finally press the length of the toy to his hole, he’s thoroughly relaxed, taking you in without so much as a hitch. And when you’ve finally bottomed out, his pretty wine-colored eyes flutter open to gaze into yours, a soft and slightly self-satisfied smile etching onto his face. His expression crumples when you praise him for receiving you so well, and even more so when you give him an experimentally shallow thrust.

— Heavily prefers missionary because of the closeness and cus likes to see you, but he can be seduced into even the most humiliating positions.

— Want him face down ass up? Just say the word and he’s assuming the position, presenting his cute ass to you and looking over his shoulder all shy when you take your time admiring him. Blushes from his neck to his ears when you tell him to spread himself for you, eyes squeezed shut and face hidden in the blanket as he reluctantly complies. He stutters and pleads, “D-don’t say things like that, it’s embarrassing!” when you tell him his hole is cute <3

— Peg him in front of a mirror, make him watch his own debauched expressions as you fuck him senseless. Tanjiro is as obedient as they come, so when you order him to keep his eyes open, to look at how pretty he is, you can bet he’s moaning at his own ruined reflection.

— Intimacy is very important to Tanjiro, so no matter how filthily you’re fucking or how mean you are to him, he’ll want to hold your hand, to be praised when he’s doing well for you, to hear you say you love him.

𝐙𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐔 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐀

— Takes the strap like he was born for it, only too eager to present himself to you. He’ll even wiggle his ass at you enticingly if you take too long, and almost always grinds back into the strap when you press it in the cleft of his ass.

— Happily gives fauxjobs like he’s sucking a real dick, too cock-drunk to process that you can’t actually feel it. Press the tip of your strap to his kiss-bruised lips and watch as he parts them so eagerly, letting you fuck his throat raw. The idea of slicking up your fake cock to fuck him makes him leak and squirm, so helplessly turned on that he’s moaning around the toy as you fuck his face. And when he peeks up at you through those dewy blonde lashes, brown eyes nearly heart-shaped? 😵‍💫

— Favorite position has to be a mating press. He gets so excited when you press his legs to his chest, already rushing to thank you before you even put it in.

— And when you finally sink into his eager body, he keens so loud, head falling back as you slide home, filling him so completely. Whatever sense that may have remained is surely washed away by the overwhelming pleasure of your fake cock splitting him open.

— Zenitsu’s raging mommy kink is even more prominent when he’s bottoming, the name trickling out of his drooling lips before he can even think about what he’s saying. Because thoughts are for mommy not for babies, and he doesn’t have to worry about a thing while his mommy’s there to take care of him.

— He’ll beg you to make him cum on, “mommy’s cock” and loves to be coddled whilst you’re rearranging his guts, bullying that special spot inside him until he can’t possibly hold his seed in anymore. It feels like you’re forcing his orgasms out of him when you’re milking his prostate like this, fucking him so hard he’s being pushed up the bed by your thrusts.

“Is mommy making you feel good, baby?” You pry, knowing full well he hardly has any thoughts going through his pretty little head. He only moans in response, nodding frantically. He holds his legs up to his chest for you as you rut into him, brown eyes fully fixated where you’re connected, mesmerized by the sight of the toy sliding in and out of his stretched rim.

— Zenitsu needs lots of aftercare and reassurance afterward. He gets very emotional after his orgasm dies down, and is prone to subdrops with the sudden nosedive in endorphins. Cuddle him close to you, pet his hair, and remind him that you love him unconditionally. Sometimes you’ll be able to slip away to get a wet rag to wipe him down with and something for him to nibble on, but a lot of the time he’ll beg you to stay.

— Don’t skimp on praise either, he wants to know what a good job he did for you! Though if you go into lewd detail you might have his cock twitching back to life again and end up going one last lazy round.

“Thank you, mommy,” he sighs into the crook of your neck, still stuffed full of your strap and unwilling to move. “You always treat me so good, you know?”

“Anything for my baby boy, you deserve to be treated good~” you assure, scratching gently at his scalp with your nails. If he could purr, you’re sure he would be. Zenitsu can be a handful, but you’ll cradle him in your palms like the precious treasure that he is anyway.

𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐀

— Inosuke can't help but giggle uncontrollably when he first sees you in the harness, poking at your plastic cock with an amused grin.

"HAHA, YOU HAVE ONE TOO NOW!"

— He’ll be the best at it! The self-proclaimed “king of pegging,” though truthfully, he falls apart when you stuff him full of your cock. Doesn’t know what to do with himself once you’ve fully seated yourself within him, an arm thrown over his eyes and breathing shakily as he adjusts to being stretched in such a way.

— Gets very embarrassed at the whimpery-mewl he makes when you find his prostate, practically shoving his whole fist in his mouth to muffle the next decidedly humiliating noise.

— Wriggly as can be when you’re trying to prep him, panting and shoving his hips at you, trying to fuck himself on your fingers.

— As expected, he’s feral whilst you’re fucking him, his blunt nails clawing at your back, and strong legs locking around your waist so you can’t pull out. And if you slow to a grind, he’s whining, trying to guide your hips faster with desperate bucks of his own.

— Inosuke's never one to stay still and let you do all the work, always planting his feet to meet your thrusts halfway. You'll have to hold his hips still, even then he fights you, too lost in ecstasy to hear your scoldings. He only stops when your hand claps down on his ass hard enough to leave a bright red mark, yelping out loud.

"Be still, piggy. I don't wanna have to punish you," you chastize, gingerly ghosting your fingers over the handprint you left behind on his pale flesh. He whimpers, muscular thighs shaking with the effort to comply with your request. "There's a good boy."

Your praise makes him drool a bit, soaking the sheets with his spit as you jut your hips into his repeatedly. He tugs at his own hair to focus on staying still, squealing when a well-angled thrust finds his prostate dead on. His upper body goes limp, cheek pressed to the bed, and hips in the air. "Fuck fuck fuck!"

You grin at the puddle your feral lover has become in just a short time.

"You're so pretty when you're well-behaved for me, piggy," you coo, grinning when all you get is a breathless giggle in response. His emerald green eyes look almost vacant, a dopey smile splayed on his kiss-bruised lips that makes you purr.

It seems you've fucked him dumb.

— Sounds almost pained when he cums, crying out hoarsely as he shakes and jerks with every vicious pulse. He clenches so hard around the toy you can hardly move at all and grabs at your hips to keep you from pulling out as he rides out his orgasm. Even after he's finished cumming, he doesn't want you to leave him empty. If he had his way, he'd fall asleep whilst warming your fake cock.

— Tanjiro and Zenitsu always give him strange looks when he's walking funny the next day and he only turns red when they ask why. Insisting that it was, "none of your business underlings!"

𝐒𝐄𝐊𝐈𝐃𝐎

— Bratty, sensitive, and growly the whole way through. Is practically glowering at you with those piercing red eyes as you spread him open and stretch him on your fingers. His glare only cracks when you brush over his prostate for the first time, mouth hanging ajar at the intense feeling.

— Prepare to dodge kicks to the head when he catches you staring, only baring his fangs at you when you scold him. Because who the hell are you to tell him what to do?

— Gets irritated if you spend too long on foreplay, impatiently fucking himself on your fingers and gritting his teeth when it’s not enough. Demands you to get on with it, to which you can only roll your eyes and comply, lest he changes his mind about letting you peg him at all.

— The best part is how his bitching cuts off the moment you slide home, the kanji for ‘anger’ glaring at you as he sticks his tongue out and moans like a bitch.

— Don’t try to take it slow with him, he won’t have it.

“Cut the lovey-dovey shit out and fuck me already.”

— Sekido wants you to be rough with him, so don’t be shy to manhandle him how you want him. Pull his head up by the hair when he can’t hold it up by himself anymore and tell him what a good slut he’s being for you, how he’s your favorite hole to fill even with his horrible attitude. Dig your nails into him, scratch your name into his flesh. He’s an upper-rank demon, it’ll heal in an instant.

— WE GOT A BITER! Seriously watch your neck cus he has a tendency to go for the jugular without much care for breaking the skin. Buries his fangs into your neck or shoulder when he’s close to cumming, and laps mindlessly at your blood as he tips over the edge. Growling and snarling possessive nonsense into your marred flesh as he quakes around the toy.

“You look pretty like this,” you purr and he jerks his head to the side at your praise, avoiding your enthralled gaze. At first, he tries to ignore you, but you take hold of his jaw and force him to look at you just as the tip of the toy grazes his prostate. His kanji-inscribed irises nearly rolled in their sockets, an aborted mewl toppling from his lips.

“Fuck! r-right there.”

“Aw, does that feel good, Sekido?” you can’t help but tease, and the threatening glare he fixes you with only adds to your amusement. “It looks like it does~”

“Shut up!” he spits, eyes squeezing shut when you throw a leg over your shoulder and angle your thrusts directly for his sweet spot. “I’ll kill you if you stop!”

— The more death threats you receive the closer he is to cumming <3

𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐈

— Urogi is not only eager to receive any sort of pleasure but quite demanding about it. He’s already high on the endorphins of your mere presence. So long as you're giving him all your attention, he doesn't much care what you do to him.

— Giggles between moans, sounding delirious as you fuck him stupid on your strap. Watch the talons, he’s less than careful with them, especially when he’s being fucked within an inch of his life. And he’s not very apologetic when you point out the angry red scratches he leaves down your back.

— Equal parts compliant and bratty. He ultimately just wants to get off, but he gets immense joy out of picking on you, so he can be a handful and a half. His wings are sensitive though, so if you ever want to make him talk less and squeal more, just bury your hands in the downy feathers and watch his jaw go slack with bliss. Changes his tune so quickly.

“H-hey wait, not my— ahn! That’s not fair you— oh, fuck! You know they’re sensitive!” Urogi whines as you caress the prickly appendages with your nimble fingers, delighted with how he quivers all over from the attention.

— His wings often curl around you when you’ve got him on his back, brushing up against your shoulders. He coos at you when you nuzzle your face into them, eliciting a satisfied, avian trill from the demon beneath you.

— Praise him as you peg him! Tell him what gorgeous wings he has, how pretty his long black hair is when you've got a fistful of it, how he makes the most intoxicating expressions for you. His golden eyes are rolling back into his head, a delirious smile painting his lips as your hands graze his neglected dick. He thrives off of your affirming words, so impossibly joyful to have your focus.

— Urogi is predictably loud when he’s bottoming, sobbing, mewling, and giggling as you fuck his brains out. A screamer if you get him worked up enough, which isn’t very hard, because he’s more sensitive than he lets on. Though his moans get so shrill they hurt your ears a bit, he sounds so pretty with his voice all high-pitched that you hardly care if your ears bleed.

— Not afraid to climb into your lap and fuck himself silly on your strap and we love him for that <333 even flaps his wings when his legs start to turn into jelly. Moans so sluttily when you fuck up into him from below, leaning forward to drape himself over you and bite and suck at the tender flesh of your throat.

𝐀𝐈𝐙𝐄𝐓𝐒𝐔

— Aizetsu is built to be pinned down and pegged actually, and looks a damned treat when he’s stuffed full of your strap. He’s so pretty it hurts. He’s amazingly pliant beneath your hands, shyly presenting himself to you and melting into a blissed-out puddle of a demon when you stretch him unhurriedly on your fingers.

— Constantly murmuring about how good it feels, especially when you find his prostate, going slack-jawed when you focus on that spot.

— Aizetsu’s tune changes when you finally sink the toy into him, suddenly crying out how it’s, “too much!” or that it’s going to break him. But his traitorous hips grind back onto you regardless of his protests, cock drooling pre all over your hand as you stretch him impossibly wide on your plastic cock.

— Treat him gently. Rock into him slowly but purposefully, reminding him how precious he is to you. Compliment him enough and you might be able to coax him to keep his eyes open, peering up at you through his wet lashes and a dark blush over his pretty face.

“D-don’t look at me like that,” your sweet demon lover whines, and you only quirk a brow, hips slowing to a methodical grind. He hisses, shoving his hips at you in protest.

“Look at you like what? ‘Zetsu?” you ask, teasing him with a leisurely pace a while longer before speeding up again. His face contorts in bliss, kanji-inscribed irises tipping up and tongue slithering out to lick over his fangs. Your pupils dilate at the lewd expression he’s making, lips parted in slight awe of this gorgeous man beneath you. You look at him like he’s the loveliest creature to walk the earth, and his heart clenches, tears springing to his eyes again.

“Like that! Like you… fuck like you’re gonna- oh gods fuck. Mmh! Not- so- fast! I’m- g-gonna- cum!” He cries out, his words punctuated by particularly harsh thrusts into his greedy hole. His walls cling to you with every retreat, making it harder to pull out and shove the toy back in.

“Yeah, that’s the idea,” you pant, tongue dipping out to swipe over your lips as you watch him fall apart with dark fascination.

— Aizetsu cries, cries, and cries when he cums from his prostate for the first time, shaking and sobbing inconsolably as he experiences what has to be the most intense orgasm of his life.

𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐔

— Dare I say most eager of the clones to be pegged? 👀 Karaku has no shame to speak of, so when you propose the idea to peg him, tapping your index fingers together all shyly, he’s ready to bend over at that exact moment. It’s a little funny actually, how needy he is to be filled, especially after he gets a taste of prostate stimulation.

“Hurry up! I’m starving here,” Karaku complains, and you only roll your eyes. Karaku referred to pleasure rather strangely, like it was something to be eaten. He always seemed more like an incubus than a demon. The eager way he eats you out as if he was trying to feed off of your excitement surely made it seem that way.

You smooth a hand over his plump behind and lower back, hand smearing lube over your strap, and then dipping into his hole to slick his insides as well. Karaku shivers violently, walls clenching down on your fingers, trying to keep them inside. He growls lowly as they retreat, but his hips wiggle in excitement as your plastic cock replaces your digits.

— Karaku moans like a whore when he's stuffed full of your fake cock, arching and trying to contort his body to be able to see you sinking in and out of him in every position. Mans is impossibly flexible, so you can fold him into just about any position.

— I wouldn't say Karaku is picky about how he's getting fucked, but he certainly knows what he likes, and he'll direct you where he needs you if you let him. Knows just how to angle his hips to have you scraping against his walls just right, upper body nearly going limp when you find his prostate.

— I'm sure it's a given that he's a nymphomaniac that isn't happy unless he's getting fucked. The bright side to that is you can curb his bitchiness and bloodlust by tempting him with promises to fuck him senseless.

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