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daneesoro · 4 months ago
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Sabito got so overjoyed about giyuu's confidence he forgot to tell her he likes her back
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cheerscafe · 5 months ago
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Sanemi [at the school sports festival putting on a jersey with “KILL” written on the back]: Did you hear the fucking PTA is trying to get me suspended?
Giyuu [saw Sanemi rip his shirt off to reveal sweat-glistened muscles & got so flustered he felt faint]: I think i hauve covid
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krikidilly · 1 year ago
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Theyre best friends i know it in my heart
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meenospond · 1 year ago
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+゚⁠*。⁠ Welcome to Kimetsu Academy! 。⁠*゚⁠+
Hello!! We are a 16+ Kimetsu Academy Roleplay Server! We are a queer + neurodivergent run discord server focused on the Kimetsu Gakuen AU of Demon Slayer!
We offer:
- A 16+ only community
- Canons and OCs
- Slice of life RP, not combat heavy
- Server and RP Events
- A welcoming community
- A silly high school setting
- And much much more!
Click here to join! 。⁠*゚⁠+
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messy-crisantemo · 2 years ago
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To stare lovingly at your boyfriend 💜❤️
Redraw based on this wonderful KimeGaku panel of a gentan date
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jinsoro · 3 months ago
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Overdue kny rant but honestly not that into the way ufotable did that sabito flashback. lost all the coolness from the 1st season lol. Maybe a huge nitpick but that sequence could just be an exaggeration of how giyuu sees him since it's his memories as a child.
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maigo-san · 2 years ago
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Kimegaku 18 spoiler
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hhnnnggg I reread kimegaku chapter 18 and I just realized when Kyoujurou said he spilled pork soup onto himself, Tanjirou was screaming along the line of "are you okay?!"/"did you get burnt?!" in which Kyoujurou answered with,
"it's cool enough to not hurt but it's wasteful."
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I'm so dumb because just little crumbs of rentan moments are enough to make me happy 😭
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rntn just sitting next to each other:
me: oh my god what the hell? oh my god punch my momma in the throat karate kick my daddy in the chest what the fuck? oh my god its rentan oh my... god! Tickle my daddy feet burp on my momma neck what the fuck
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minteayoongimakesmewoozi · 2 years ago
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it's almost white day so now i'm just imagining the different levels of care the kimetsu academy idiots squad boys would put into the chocolate they give to ayame
tanjirou would definitely give her handmade chocolates. they're perfectly bitter - just like she likes it - but he always waves them off and says that since he was making a big batch anyway, it wasn't a big deal. like he hadn't specifically made the world's most bitter chocolates for ayame's weird tastebuds.
zenitsu gets her store-bought chocolates, but he saves up his allowance... okay, he saves up two weeks of allowance to buy her the best he can afford. it isn't anything particularly pricey, but it shows off a bit more care than the chocolates he gives kanao, for example. for one, he actually gets ayame bittersweet on purpose.
inosuke just gives her a box of chocolates bought from the grocery store. because hisa-san told him to. and also half the chocolates have already been eaten.
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oemmio · 10 months ago
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the band kids
redraw of kimegaku panel
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cheerscafe · 3 months ago
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Concept: Giyuu calling Sanemi “his wife” not because Sanemi’s particularly feminine or housewifey but because it makes Sanemi So Mad and So Flustered all at once and Giyuu loves to see it
Giyuu: Oh yeah, my wife–
Sanemi, so red he looks like he’s about to combust: I amNOT YOurFUCkiNG WIFE!!!!!
Giyuu, needling him: But we kiss?
Sanemi: SO?
Giyuu: And you cook the food?
Sanemi: Cuz your dumbass can’t cook for SHIT
Giyuu: You mend our clothes too
Sanemi: I had 6 siblings… fuck u i hate u
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krikidilly · 10 months ago
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Im a big fan of kimetsu academy and I love how silly fun it is but. Not a fan of kimegaku Enmu..😭 however! Gotouges og sketch that has Enmu with a fancy camera sticks in my head and.. ouh.. photographer Enmu really good..
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demonslayedher · 3 months ago
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Kimegaku gysn? (Years affter she graduates ofc )
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(That's Muichiro in the BG working a part-time job)
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zehl0w · 2 years ago
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completely forgot to post this here when that one kimegaku chapter came out. went morbidly insane
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murachinchi · 16 days ago
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remember my AiTan kimegaku au?? they are now married with a kid
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messy-crisantemo · 1 year ago
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I completely forgot to mention that it’s based on this Barbie
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This Barbie is a gymnast ✨
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vraisetzen · 1 year ago
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𝑨 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕 – 𝑲𝒐𝒌𝒖𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒃𝒐 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓
Summary: As Kokushibo does the laundry, he stumbles upon a pair of your underwear.
Tags: NSFW, 18+, Modern/KimeGaku AU, No use of (y/n)
Author's note: A short writing exercise. And I've been obsessed with writing about men jerking off lately...
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It comes as little surprise that Kokushibo is fairly adept at doing the laundry – as Kibutsuji Muzan's designated secretary-slash-bodyguard-slash-handler, he is more than accustomed to managing his employer's collection of silk shirts with Italian labels and wool trousers with double pleats and monogram stitching along the inner lining.
When it comes to your clothes and his, Kokushibo has a system down pat, from sorting out dyed fabrics from his dress shirts, to polyester blends from cotton fabrics, and special netting bags for delicate garments. It was a language that only he spoke, with a frazzled attempt once on your part to take over the chores leaving him more than a little disgruntled as you turned his white boxers a darling shade of baby pink.
Hence, it has become a routine for him to find himself kneeling by the washing machine every Sunday, pawing through the laundry basket quietly and efficiently. His shirts and your pyjamas; your shorts and his gym towels. He tosses them into the washing machine, making a mental note to himself on how high he would have to set the water and rinse levels when he is finished.
And then, Kokushibo comes to your intimates – this is not foreign domain to him either. At this stage in your relationship, he is more than familiar with what you wear: the wireless bras, a unisex thong that your friends gave to you as a joke on Singles' Day, lacy pieces that you wear infrequently on special occasions. Kokushibo finds nothing embarrassing about this; he has already seen you in a far more revealing state, and this is, once again, routine.
What is not routine, however, is the strange curiosity that takes root inside him as he holds your panties in his hand, pausing for a long second. It is nothing special – a grey hipster that is a little loose around the elastic from wear – but Kokushibo hesitates as he lingers just over the metallic ring of the laundry drum. Perhaps it is the piece's simplicity; something you throw on without caring for seduction or looking pretty, something that is just there as you go about your day, beneath your clothes, something you hardly think about.
Kokushibo turns the underwear inside out, where there is a slightly darker mark on the crotch, the remnants of you on the cloth. A shot of arousal twinges through his cock as he wonders if you have ever fantasised about him while wearing this particular pair, staining the cotton with your wetness while you are at work.
Did your cheeks flush with the thoughts of him pummeling into you, stifling your moans through clenched teeth and bitten lip? Did you need to excuse yourself from the presence of your colleagues, escaping into the bathroom, checking each empty stall before choosing the one at the end? Did your hands tremble as you fumble with the lock, before pressing your back up against the door as you lift your dress up and slide your fingers into your aching depths?
Kokushibo presses his nose up against the underwear and inhales, and is greeted by the faint scent of sweet-salty musk – the same notes that he finds when he dives between your legs. His hand reaches for the tent in his trousers, rubbing himself through his sweatpants. This feels wrong – debased, even; jerking off to your underwear like some pervert lurking around the laundromat.
And truthfully, if he wanted, needed, you so badly, then you are but a text or a phone call away; but as Kokushibo growls into his hand, thinking about the silky wet of your folds, the threads of glistening juices that clings to his fingers as he strokes your cunt, there is very little regard on his part on what is right. And right now, he is stroking himself swiftly and firmly; it is not like how you do it, with your languished motions and endless patience for teasing out his pleasure – but he is not here for prolonged foreplay. The rough texture of his sweatpants makes for excellent friction, and he runts up against his hand, angling himself precisely to glide his cockhead over the fabric.
It does not take long for him to climax, and he does so with a jerk of his hips and a ragged growl into the inside of his boxers. A dark patch blooms over his sweatpants, mirroring the faint mark on your underwear, and for a few seconds Kokushibo simply stares down at his lap, dazed by the quickness which he brought himself to completion. His cock is still twitching weakly as he thinks of you, and what you will say if you were to come through the doors right now, arms full with the groceries for the week ahead. Will you scold him for making a mess? Or will you let him bend you over the washing machine, paper bags and laundry basket equally forgotten?
Alas, these questions will have to wait as Kokushibo gets up on shaky feet. He pulls off his trousers and boxers with his clean hand and washes them in the basin; and when he comes back, he gives the offending piece of garment – that wicked, ordinary pair of grey panties – a final look before chucking them all in the wash.
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