#kimentsu no yaiba x reader

[emotional-otter]

Hey I'm looking for a fix where y/n is the head of an abandoned/extinct clan and she's very frail and sickly and one night she run into Akaza and somehow befriends him? And basically he keeps coming round for tea almost every night. And like one night Kagaya Ubuyashiki has a vision of muzan starting at her through her window.

Thats all I can remember right now, please help me find this fic 🙏

[mitsvriii]

Attraction, pt 2

Pairings: Tomioka Giyu x reader, Obanai Iguro x Mitsuri Kanroji

TW's: none

Word Count: 730+

A/N: all images are from the KnY manga, thank you for the support on part 1. Giyu and Muichiro treat each other like siblings.. Again, sorry if anything is inaccurate. Sorry if it's shorter than you expected, but I hope you enjoyed it nonetheless!

Tags: @vkqxc20, @minnipe, @imyourbrokenfridge, @sugaremedy

It wasn't long before you and Giyu had made it to the ramen shop, still hand-in-hand. Despite how off-putting he might seem, he was actually enjoyable to be around. You two had chatted about random things, like favorite colors, weather, different breathing styles. And he surprisingly answered all of them, even your stupid questions like, was he a dog or cat person, would he cry at weddings, and do you snuggle your pillow when you go to sleep.

He seemed to be enjoying your company, and he even smiled at you. To which you responded with smile yourself. You were glad he was so comfortable around you, he wasn't like that with anyone besides Muichiro.

"We're here", Giyu interrupted the silence. "What do you want? I can order for you."

You looked up at him, "Just chicken ramen."

Giyu nodded at your words, "Then I'll get some, too." He gave you a short smile before opening the door to the shop for you.

You sat down at a small table, waiting for Giyu to come back once he ordered. You let out a small yawn as you looked around, the shop wasn't that full. But you supposed it was because it was about to be three, everyone was finishing up work.

It was a little later when Giyu returned, sitting down beside you. "It should be ready in less than ten minutes."

Okay so ten minutes more with Giyu, that wouldn't be awkward at all. You two had talked about everything, well, you had talked about everything. Giyu was more of a listener than a talker, although that was mostly obvious. Maybe you should ask him if he wanted to ask you anything?

"Do you want to ask me anything Giyu? I've been the one bombarding you with questions after all", you turned your head to look at him, awaiting his answer.

"Oh um, not really", Giyu fiddled with his hands, "I don't have any right now."

You nodded and rested your chin on the palm of your hand. A minute had to have passed by, right? It's not like you didn't enjoy Giyu's company, you just didn't know what to talk about with him. The Water Hashira went on most missions alone for god's sake.

But at the same time it was calming to stay in silence. You yourself only chatted if it was with someone new. You remember going out to eat with Kyojuro once after a mission, and having to listen to him say "Omai!" at the top of his lungs every time he took a bite of food.

You and Giyu sat in silence for at least another minute or so, sneaking glances at one another. It wasn't long after that when a waiter had came with your ramen bowls and chopsticks, leaving with a bow.

Giyu looked at you, as if expecting you to start eating first. You glanced at him before taking your chopsticks in hand, picking up a bite. You blew on it, taking a bite. That seemed to be the sign Giyu was looking for, as he did the same. So he was waiting for you to eat first, what a gentleman.

You two ate together, cracking little jokes here and there. You were glad that Obanai had eyes on Mitsuri, because Giyu was much more enjoyable to be around, to be with.

You two had finished eating after a few minutes, you were now heading back to headquarters after you had paid the bill, well. Giyu had paid the bill for you, much to your protests. He insisted that it was his pleasure, so naturally you relented and let him pay it.

You didn't seem to notice the way Sanemi's mouth dropped when you and Giyu walked back to headquarters hand in hand. Or the way Gyomei gave a knowing smile, and Muichiro looked on, confused on who you were. Shinobu smiled in victory as Uzui groaned and handed her 300 yen, and Kyojuro seemed to beam at the sight of you two. Not that you both noticed anything. You honestly didn't even bother to notice that Mitsuri and Obanai were out again, your mind now focused on the raven haired man holding your hand.

The one thing Obanai had done right to you was not recuperating your feelings, because if he did you wouldn't be as happy as you were right now with Giyu.

[olivernetly]

San and Kagaya encounter.

Where it surprisingly goes well considering the psychotic nature of San but Kagaya's soft voice and a calm demeanor charmed the demon, it intrigued San enough for a blossoming conversation to happen.

Basically the summery of the convo before I created a fic around this scenario:

The enemy of my enemy is my friend.

Where San and Kagaya form a bond and make a deal to work together and defeat Muzan with Kagaya's demon slayers and Sans reble demon army.

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I know I know the oc and scenarios are weird but why make a demon oc that fits the laws of the cannon? So San basically broke Muzan's curse after he was left to die by Yoriichi that same night when muzan ran away in fear and fled leaving San alone was the braking point when San realised what a coward and a bitch he served, he wanting revenge on the years he waisted sering muzan. San knows he cant win this war by him self so he slowly builds an army of demons that aren't under muzans control, seeing that this isn't enough san seeks help for another faction that wants Muzan dead.

Tell me what you think in the coments and if you have any questions about my oc/au feel free to ask, I build this whole world in my head for over 2 years know and finally find the confidence to post about it :D (be nice plz)

[randomchaosyay]

Demon Slayer Masterlist

Muichiro Tokito

[kenahuwu]

Hehe my husbu ✨👍💅⭐

[married-to-google-translater]

Hello! Thank you for taking requests again! Can I ask for Yandere! Douma with a S/O who was a kind and warm demon slayer but with Douma she was cold. And it doesn't matter how much Douma try to please her, kissing, giving gifts and teasing her, she always acts cold and stoic. Thank you

Yandere Douma

Douma was jealous.

He was jealous of every person who had enjoyed your warmth and love before him.

And he wanted to make sure they were all dead.

It had been a month since Douma kidnapped you.

And yet you refused to share your love with him.

You two met on the battlefield.

At first, Douma only thought of you as his lunch.

But then you made him feel something.

And Douma liked that feeling.

So he let you go.

Douma would be watching you for a while.

Or send someone else to watch you.

But through that he learned how gentle and kind you could be.

Douma wanted this for himself.

But let's just say it didn't go as he planned.

In his plans, you fall in love with him, turn into a demon and live happily ever after.

In reality, you were ignoring him, being rude and constantly trying to throw things at him.

his gentleness does not seem to be reciprocated.

You don't even bother to open his presents either. I

s this what love is?

This really doesn't feel good.

Eventually, Douma gets tired.

He will get tired of your constant resistance.

Douma would turn you into a demon.

He would make you drink so much blood that you wouldn't remember anything about your past life.

Maybe this will help you love him.

"Y/N I've come up with a cure for your stubbornness. Apparently your memories of your past life are preventing you from falling in love with me. So I thought I'd turn you into a demon and erase those stupid memories. *claps his hands together* Isn't that wonderful? Then we can be together forever and love each other"

[dayquil-nyquil]

Demon Slayer Kink Headcanons

MINORS DNI- Mod Dayquil (edited by mod nyquil)

All Hashira x fem!reader: minus Tokito

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This man has three wives

You know he knows how to please all of them and then some

You are no exception

This man is a boob man 100%

Loves to shove his face in between them and treat them like pillows

Whether it's sleeping on them or motorboating them, this man is always on your chest

Dom. Hard Dom.

BUT he will please you first before his own pleasure

Will eat you out like a man starved

Rougher lover

Tengen loves when you call him sir or God or any of the above

God Complex

You stroke that and he’ll go crazy

Leave you shouting his name and clawing at his back

Grunter and curser when he moans

B R E E D I N G K I N K

You can’t tell me this man doesn’t want a big family

Little boys with fire hair and maybe, hopefully, a girl or two who looks just like you

After Muzan is defeated and you can live safely with a big house in the woods with a big garden

He just can’t help but picture you with his children

And everything he’d do to get you there

Thigh man.

Wants to be squeezed in between them desperately. Please.

Crush his head he can take it!

Leans more dominate

Doesn’t have a particular thing he likes to be called

But he wouldn’t be opposed to you calling him Daddy

Immediately gets him hot and bothered

More gentle lover than Uzui

Praises you the entire time through strangled moans

“Good Girl”

“You’re doing so well”

“So tight for me”

You're the only one who can get him to curse

MOMMY KINK!

This woman wants to and will be called mommy if you know what's good for you

Switch but dom leaning

Your kinks are her kinks, she’s okay with anything

Will degrade you but only if you're into it

“You can do better than that.”

“Such a slut for me huh?”

"That's my girl."

Would try not to make noise but would make little gasps and whines as you please her

Loves to be eaten out and pull on your hair

Her thighs squeeze your head and loved to watch your eyes roll back when she does it

But don’t get it twisted, she loves watching you come apart on her fingers or her strap

She loves when you squirm beneath her as your head presses against the pillow, hair spread out like a halo

Gives great aftercare too

Lots of butterfly kisses and warm meals afterward

Bondage

To him, bondage is about trust in your partner

He takes that very seriously

Would never use something like a rope that could harm or burn your supple skin

Instead, he uses ribbons of all textures and colors

But reds and pinks are his personal favorite

Knows all the different ribbon tying techniques

Likes to accentuate your ass and breasts

King of edging

Likes to hold out your pleasure for as long as possible

Would be down for a threesome with Mitsuri if you were down

A switch, can be in either position

The only stipulation is he needs to see your face the entire time

Loves when you’re riding him when you aren’t tied up

Likes the way your breasts bounce as you toss your head back in pleasure

Enjoys biting your neck and collarbone

This woman has no specific kinks

HOWEVER, you make her food and she’ll go crazy

Loves when you bake desserts for her, looking cute in a little apron

One that she got you that says kiss the cook with rainbow heats all on the front of it

Mitsuri loves to pick you up and spin you around when she greets you after a long mission

You love her for her, for her crazy hair, the way she loves, and her strength that makes her so warm inside

Down for a threesome with Obani

Expect lots of butterfly kisses in bed before and after sex

Pillow princess, and submissive

You kiss the right spot and her breathing will hitch before moaning your name in the sweetest way, toes curling helplessly

Loves when you squeeze her thighs and loves to crush your head in between them

She has to be careful because she can very likely crush your head

Even if you beg her to actually do it

Likes to go to a hot spring for aftercare

She’ll wash you down and then you’ll do the same for her

Then as thanks, she’ll get you your favorite dessert…make that two of your favorite dessert...

To share

50/50 Switch

I’m correct

Likes to relinquish control every so often and let you have your way with him

This man is a ball of awkward and stress so when you can make him shudder beneath you and make him feel genuinely good it makes you feel like a god

Tomioka loves getting head, the way you work your mouth makes his toes curl

Tries to be silent but has deep groans that he tries to cover the sounds up with his fist

Doesn’t care as long as he sees your face

Giyuu loves when you ride him, hand wrapped around his neck

Squeezing ever so tenderly

Loves your ass, loves to squeeze it anytime he’s alone with you

Other than that he’s very vanilla, just likes being close to you

He doesn’t like to open up and is still learning the nuances of how to love you

Just a gentle lover who wants to remove any doubts from your mind

Pretty much falls asleep right after he climaxes

Missionary position

Even though he can’t see your face, feeling you pressed against him is enough

This man loves everything about you, from the way you feel under his big hands, how your body practically bends to his gentle touch

That being said he uses his hands a lot to feel your entire body

He knows all the right places to squeeze to make you unravel

All the right places to touch and kiss to pull noises from your throat

Loves to worship you

Will sing praises for you any moment he can

Always checks in with you mostly because he can’t see if you’re in pain or not fully enjoying yourself

You always do, how can you not when he’s so gentle

Makes sure to give you the proper preparation to take him

Have you seen how big he is? There is no way he isn’t packing heat

Encourages you to make as much sound as possible so he can hear your pleasure

Aftercare god

Cleans you up and presses gentle kisses to your cheeks

Wraps you in his big arms and holds you until you both fall asleep

Degradation

KING of degradation

“You like that you fuckin’ slut?”

“You’re mine you hear me? No one else's but mine.”

Is a Top no questions asked

Loves rough and hard

Leaves marks all over your skin

Loves the feeling of your nails sliding down his back and across his scars

Hips slapping against one another as you moan through it

He will always make you scream his name

Much to everyone else’s annoyance

You’re both equally just as loud as one another

Sanemi will smile the entire time, looking wicked with lust, fully taken by you

This man would love to watch you pleasure yourself

No, I won’t elaborate

[madamofthestars]

Did you had to....

(y/n): Did you have to stab Tengen?

Sanemi: You weren’t there. You didn’t hear what he said to me.

(y/n): What did he say?

Sanemi: [imitating Tengen] “What are you going to do, stab me?”

(y/n):[is speechless for a moment before shaking their head] That’s fair I guess....

[yandere-imagines-reqs-etc]

Kyojuro Rengoku x Depressed!GN!Reader

Tw: Depression, Mentions of bullying and self isolation.

Type: Headcanons

A/n: I want to clarify that I know that depression is not the same to everyone, and if you feel like this is not your case, feel free to make a request that suits you better and I will gladly comply. If you are in this situation, please seek for professional help, and remember that you are not alone, if you want to talk, I'm here for you ❤

Buy me a coffee?🥺

• Probably won't notice at first, I mean, you can't look a person and say "ah yeh, they depressed".

• He would start notice once he falls in love and yk.

• Will note specially in those days that you don't look like usually, specially if you are the kind of person that tries to smile constantly or encourage others.

• But when depression finally takes a toll on you, you don't smile as usually or tend to be quite, Kyojuro would notice. Specially if you two have missions together or are in the same space.

• He would try to ask you directly about your change in mood, but if you don't feel like telling and dismiss the subject he would not push you further on it.

• But if you feel like you can tell him then he is all ears.

• He would take this to his advantage but I don't perceive him like he would try to worsen your depression, that's to low for him.

• He would let you take your time alone, as long as you are in a place where he can visit you or make sure you have eat and he can take care of you, like his house.

• He would try to understand your changes of mood, everybody have those and he would be content to witness them because he feel like you feel comfortable enough with him to be yourself.

• Would bring you gifts every time he comes back from a mission, or send letters whenever you are in one, just to make sure that you are all right.

• Even if he prefers for you to quit your job and relay on him, he would understand if working makes you feel a little "less depressed".

• He would be a less intense yandere, because stalking and obsessive behavior will stress you and make your condition worse, he would take the long way with a lot of patience to achieve his goal; you.

• The fact the he is al soft for you doesn't mean he is the same with other people lol.

• If he hears or see someone mocking you or making fun of you, he is ready to throw hands, and maybe some limbs.

• He would have serious conversations with those who try to bully you for something that is not your fault.

• If you ever ask for cuddles, he is always ready, as long as any of you have to slay some demons.

• All in all, is he possessive? Yes, Is he caring? Yes, would let you drown in your sorrow? Never.

[forsworned]

could I pls request kyojuro with a male s/o that has a sweet tooth ? ?

scenario if possible

apologies if it’s not specific / detailed enough

thanks in advance ! ! ! have a wonderful day / noon / night 💞

a/n: ofc u can! thank u for being my first request,, being a sweet tooth resonates w me v much i hope u like it!!

[♥] sweet tooth {renguko kyoujurou x m! reader}

Genre: Comedy, Slight Fluff, Slight Sensual Themes

Categories: M/M

Relationships: Regoku Kyoujurou/Reader

Word count: 400

°•. ✿ .•°

Daifuku. Dango. Sakura mochi. Anmitsu. 

[Name] was an absolute menace when it came to sweets and he would stop at nothing to get a taste whether it be on the way to a mission or simply passing through villages. As a matter of fact, there wasn't even a time where Kyoujurou wouldn't spot him nibbling away at something sweet.

"You are such a sweet tooth, [name]!" Kyoujurou bellowed as he laughed heartily.

[Name] flustered at his bosterious voice as he grazed at his taiyaki. Even though there wasn't anyone else at the garden the two of them were situated at, he was still sheepish. It mostly had to do with Kyoujurou's grandiose presence and his even more grandiose crush on him.

"Can I have some?" [Name's] eyes dilated, confounded by his words.

But before he could get a peep out a word, Kyoujurou was already centimeters away. His breath fanned over [name's] cheeks as he took whooping bite out of the head of the fish-shaped pastry. He hummed in delight as he licked his icecream coated lips.As if [name] wasn't already agitated enough by his mere company. Kyoujurou's fiery eyes gazed bemusingly at [name's] lips.

"Hey, [name]" His breath hitched in his throat at the switch in tone of Kyoujurou's voice.

"You gotta little chocolate right here."He pointed at the corner of [name's] lips.

"Oh, I --"

"Don't worry. I got it."

A sly smile on his face as he leaned over once more and his breath as warm as ever on the apples of [name's] cheek. His tongue brushed ever so slightly against [name’s] skin before completely pulling away.

“There, all gone.” Kyoujurou smiled innocently.[Name’s] face now scarlet, and body tingling. The residue of his saliva still glistening in the sun on his skin and [name] couldn’t even manage to choke out the simplest of words.

Kyoujurou’s exuberant laughter making its ways out of his sturdy chest once again as he watched [name’s] mein falter cutely. He couldn’t believe Kyoujurou had done something so bold, so sensual. Then again, Kyoujurou was the playful type.

“So cute.” Kyoujurou cooed. His hand extended to caress [name’s] cheek, but he couldn’t take it much longer. [Name] made a mad dash for the Butterfly Mansion, taiyaki in mouth and all leaving Kyoujurou bewildered. But his expression didn’t stall for long before he smiled to himself thinking about [name’s] flushed expression. So cute, indeed.

[ohmy7hearts]

spring gale

Summary: Spring means new beginnings but a gale (a storm more like?) in the name of Shinazugawa Sanemi blows your plans out and throw your once peaceful life into the winds.

Pairings: Shinazugawa Sanemi x Fem!Reader // future Shinazugawa Genya x SisterFigure!Reader 

A/N: this,,, is v impromptu. i literally got out of my bed bc it has been bugging me with how little sanemi fanfics there are, esp modern aus. tbh, there have been plenty of fics brewing in my mind and tell me if there’s any you’d be interested in and maybe i will return from my hiatus hah:

 - zhongli modern au: adepti babies being your adopted children and navigating parenthood 

- unknown pairing as of now but travelers being your kids so transporting yourself into the world to find them after 500+ years of not returning home 

- etc involving atsumu, diluc, childe but if you have any requests, feel free to drop it in and maybe i’ll consider them

Warnings: Some cursing (I mean it’s Sanemi lolol)

“Shinazugawa-san?” Sanemi glanced up, his hands continued packing away his things into the bag, an eyebrow raised. You smiled, hands folded over the other in front of you, as you continued to speak after gaining his attention. “When would you be free to do the project?”

He sighed, throwing his bag over his shoulder, while making his way out of the classroom - tone and body language showing his disinterest in the conversation. “We can just do it in class.”

You jogged to get into step next to him, “Well, it is for the bare minimum. I’m sure we can do much better than that.” You observed his side profile to see if any emotion could give way to what he was thinking. You frowned, frustration creeping up on you, “I understand that we’re not each other’s first choice in partners but that’s not an excuse to not do our best.”

“Are grades and studying the only thing in that airhead of yours?” His eyes flit towards yours for a moment before returning its gaze forward. “I don’t fucking have as much free time as you.”

You stopped following him. A bolt of anger and disbelief had your mouth dropping and hands curling into shaking fists. You scoffed, voice raising with each word, “I believe you need this more than me, Shinazugawa-san. Unless you want to continue being a pain in everyone’s ass and eventually not even graduate, then be my guest.” 

He swiveled towards you. You flinched reactively. He faltered, face momentarily flitting from anger to surprise back to annoyance the moment his eyes scanned you. One step, two steps. He was in your space, breathing in and out to you, with his  strikingly cold eyes and thin eyebrows furrowed. “Say that again, I dare you.”

You closed your eyes before releasing a deep sigh, muscles easing from the hold of your anger. “We don’t have to do it after school or on the weekends if you are that occupied. We can do it before school or during our breaks and even before our clubs start.” You grabbed one of his wrist, turning his palm upwards, shoving the crumpled paper with your number into it while fixating your glare on him throughout. You refuse to back down but you will be the bigger person. Forcing his hand to a close, you narrowed your eyes for good measure while trying to control the smirk from overtaking your face when his frown further deepened in distaste. Taking a step back, your hands returned to the usual folded stance, you forced an amicable smile to replace the smirk - although you have a feeling that he could still see the smirk from how his eye twitched, “Of course, it’s really up to you, Shinazugawa-san.”

Turning on your heel, you headed back to the classroom with your head held high and a full-blown smirk on your face while your peers watched with stolen glances and whispers behind hands or under breaths. The clicking of his tongue echoed in the corridor and in your head all the way back to the classroom. 

“Ara, ara, should you really do that (Y/N)-chan?” Shinobu greeted you by your desk, eyes filled with mirth from the free entertainment.

You laughed airily, eyes not meeting hers but focused on clearing the messy table, “I wouldn’t have to if he wasn’t that difficult.” 

“Not many survive Sanemi you know?” Shinobu followed you to the student council room. “One must use their life's worth of luck to crawl out from his bad side.” 

A bark of a laugh escaped you from her exaggeration. “Shinobu-chan ~ I thought you wanted to get into medicine and not theatrics?”

Her eyes met yours, a smirk tugging on her lips, eyes shifting precariously into ones when she knew something the other party doesn’t and in this case that was you. A shiver ran down your spine. You’ve been in the spot only a few times but still a few too many with most of them ending up jerking your view of the world down a path you’ve never considered. You gulped, hands itching and playing with themselves. 

“Did you not hear about how he got into a fight with some university boys down at the park?” She leaped into your space, voice dropping into a whisper in your ear yet head tilted to ensure a front seat view to your reaction. “He came out with a couple of scratches and bruises but…” Her small hands encircled your upper arm. Your eyes dropping to them before returning to her face - surprised to witness your shock colouring your face white as it was reflected in those big eyes of hers. “The boys said to be much bigger than he is, had to go to the hospital.” Her smile bordering on unhinged glee, she drawled, “They were so scared they didn’t sue him.”

She immediately returned to her spot beside you, a foot away, while her shoulders and arms lifted in a form of a shrug nonchalantly. “Apparently, when questioned, the boys said something about them being the ones out of line and they have worked things out.” 

Being close friends with Shinobu and Mitsuri meant that you were privy to the latest gossip and news but you always took it with a grain of salt seeing firsthand how some things were purposefully voided or added for the enjoyment of teenagers. You smiled unsurely, “that’s just a rumour Shinobu-chan.”

She pouted, invisible to those who didn't know her well enough or who weren’t keen enough, “You can ask Akio. He was a witness.”

Your eyes widened before blinking in incredulity. “What.”

She giggled, hand raising in a wave before dashing down the corridor. “Do share with me if he tells you more!” 

It took you a few seconds to regain your bearings, even a shake of your head to rid the mental image of Sanemi punching away on people bigger than him for his amusement. He was by no means a small person shown clearly with the muscles seen even through the school uniform - a testament to his achievements as one of the greatest fighters in the taekwondo club despite his lacklustre participation of actually attending said club practices - but there were certainly bigger and taller people in your school, much less university. 

“Hashimoto-san!” You snapped out of your musings.

“Tanaka-san.” You greeted back. The black haired guy chuckled, “I told you to call me by my first name. After all, we’ve been working together for 3 years. Unless, you don’t see me as a friend? Damn, it must hurt to only be seen as a student council partner even after winning the presidential election together.”

“Stop being so dramatic.” You huffed, plopping down into the chair and hands gravitating towards the papers on the table before being stopped by a hand on your wrist. Raising an eyebrow, he returned the gesture indicating there’s something he was expecting you to tell him. He released the grasp on your hand the moment you were falling back onto the back support of the chair with a sigh. “How may I help you Akio?”

“On the way here, I heard an interesting piece of news.” He sat sideways on the table, the leg on the table folded over the leg still standing. You folded your arms over your chest and hummed. “You and Shinazugawa were fighting?”

“It was just a talk that got a bit heated. I was trying to get a hold on him so we can do our project for literature together.” 

Akio’s eyebrows shot up and disappeared under his bangs. “Wow, what luck. First, he somehow got into your class through that stupid maths shit and now you have to deal with him.” He smiled in assurance, eyes crinkling close and  a hand over his heart. “Be careful but if anything happens, I’m here. I’ll come running to save my beloved president.”

You mouthed a wow. Silence blanketed the both of you as you nod in understanding - lips trying to contain the smiles and laughs - as he continued to express his devotion through his hand gestures - hand flying to point at you before returning to over his chest, patting it, then forming into a prayer of sorts - all the while mouthing his loyalty to you. 

With a shake of your head and hands indicating him to leave as you pulled yourself closer to your table, “Thanks but I doubt I need it.”

Instead, he tilted his head backwards and narrowed his eyes on the ceiling. “If you see what I saw, I wouldn’t put too much faith in him.”

Blood freezes over while questions overwhelm your mind. You gulped and licked your lips to get rid of the sudden dryness, “And what exactly are they?”

“He didn’t stop beating them up or screaming at them even when they were down. Three policemen had to pry him off and restrain him.”

Your heart dropped.

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[moonlesslights]

I learned to not be frustrated by 50 minutes' classes by taking any pause the teacher gives during the lecture to dissociate.

Then, 50 minutes turn into 20, and I didn’t learn shit but now I know how my comfort character would hold my dead body after telling me he loves me for the first time.

… Or how he would leave me cockdumb. It really depends on the mood.

[littlecinnamonroll]

I literally cannot stop crying tonight this is actually healing every single part of my soul and rebuilding my character <3

first i love you

ft: kyojuro, tengen, muichiro, sanemi

warnings: female reader

wc: 3.7k

Little scenarios that encompass the different shapes and ways love can take/feel like

Kyojuro

His eyes never leave your back as you check if the rice is ready, cut and prepare more ingredients for the stew, snort each time you can't find what you need because he just keeps moving things around. Even if it's your kitchen. He likes having his own spots for your things, because then they just become a little his as well. He likes claiming part of anything that surrounds you, even if ever so slightly, not so much that he'd risk bothering you but enough to feel as if he could give his love tangible shape. Because of course, he's aware of being in love. How could he not, when what he gets to experience with you is so different from anything else he's ever felt?

The memories of how his father loved his mother have become faint, blurred, so he tries to hold on tight to all the other forms of love he got to witness and feel throughout the years. Senjuro's affection, the hospitality civilians show him, the respect he has for Oyakata-sama and his fellow comrades, the other pillars.

But he never had such eyes to come back to. Wide and worried and overwhelmed with relief and sometimes angry, if he forgets to notify that a mission could last longer than expected.

No one had ever touched him like that, arms wrapping around his neck, lips grazing his jaw, thumb jokingly wiping his mouth when he eats a little too quickly, nails digging in his shoulders at night.

He never had anyone laugh in such an obviously forced way to his terrible jokes, or casually tell him how good he smells. He never got to have someone to experience new, raw, scary, blissful, with.

Kyojuro knows with painful clarity just how much he loves you, yet he can't bring himself to tell you because what if it's too soon? What if you feel pressured? What if he makes everything weird and wrong and embarrassing? Why should he always be the impulsive, loud, stupidly intense one? He doesn't want that for you. He wishes he could adapt to your quiet, kind, comforting spirit, trim the edges of his character, of his very being, to make himself as perfect for you as possible.

"Taste this", you bring a steaming spoon close to his face and he blinks, lips automatically curling up in his signature smile as he obliges.

"It's delicious".

You hum as you turn around in a swift motion to turn off the stove.

"You know, I was thinking... Senjuro's birthday is coming up", your smile is mischievous as you sit on his lap, arms are wrapped around your waist in a split second.

"Hm?", Kyojuro urges you to continue, chin resting on your shoulder as his chest is so solid and warm and distracting against your back.

"We should throw him a party. Here, so he doesn't wake up early to clean the estate and cook for us. Didn't you mention some new slayer kids staying at Kocho's? Let's invite them as well, they could hit it off and I really want Senjuro to get some friends. I'll make his favorite red bean cakes, some green tea mochi, rice crackers - you like those too - and..."

"I love you".

There he is once again. Not so loud but still impulsive, stupidly intense, abrupt. He doesn't regret it though, because if he can't be his unfiltered self with you then what's the point?

You're looking at him, lips parted, eyes wider, and have your cheeks gained some pigmentation?

He panics.

"Don't feel pressured to say anything, it's just, I didn't mean to say it like that, I'm sorry, please know I certainly don't expect-"

"Kyo, and I mean this in the kindest way possible, shut up", you're smiling again as you lean closer.

So he does, shut up. Because you kiss him and your hands tug at his hair in that way that makes him weak, and he's just so ready to make you forget what he had just said by engaging in a full-on make out session, until you pull away and smile so brightly he's the one to forget everything else.

"I love you more".

He laughs that boisterous laugh of his, making your smile grow wider.

Tell me again. And again. And again. I never want to hear anything else.

Tengen

"That's simply not possible", he mutters, deaf to your protests as his lips find your forehead and his arms wrap around you a little tighter.

"Fuck you!", you groan, making the man's chest hovering above you vibrate with laughter.

"Language, y/n", he playfully squeezes your hip as his other hand holds your wrists above your head just a little bit tighter.

You scoff.

"Get off me, you cheater!"

"Hey, that's some serious accusation! As a pillar, you should be able to lose with grace and dignity and admit when your opponent is, you know, flamboyantly superior in every aspect", he grins and you roll your eyes, faintly kicking your heel against the ground in frustration.

"We were sparring and you grabbed my ass to distract me, that just makes you a flamboyant jerk".

"Wouldn't have been able to grab it if you were faster".

"I hate you", you whine.

He laughs once more and your eyes are suddenly squeezing as the sun hits your face and your annoyingly attractive boyfriend helps you up, amused grin still lingering on his lips as he leans closer. You pull back, earning a displeased frown.

"No kisses", you ignore his furrowed brows as you dust off your uniform.

"Till when?", he dramatically groans and you fail to hold back a smile.

"Till you properly train me!"

"Sweetheart, didn't I already properly train you last night?"

"Tengen!", you cough, embarrassed, checking that no one at your estate is around, close enough to hear him.

His shit eating grin is back as his arm finds your waist and you're suddenly pressed against him, lips barely grazing yours, carefully kept at safe distance: he's a patient man, after all. Most of the time.

"Just my name, no honorifics? That's hot".

You narrow your eyes, doing your best to keep the I'm-still-very-much-irritated facade very-much-up.

"You get one kiss. If you catch me".

"You're already... y/n!", he growls when you slip out of his embrace and disappear. Like the distressingly talented little student you are. God damn it.

You know you're not faster than him (yet, you stubbornly remind yourself) but you also know he likes to play along. You love how easy it is to have fun with him, how quickly you realized just how well you fit in together. He's sharp, funny, always your biggest fan and worst training partner because he gets distracted so damn easily. Yet he is caring, runs you baths if he notices the faintest tension in your muscles, cooks for you, invites you over all the time so that you can get to know his not exactly ordinary family. You love being part of his life, that's what you think while you laugh and jump from the roof to a tree and then sprint towards the forest, already painfully aware of the fact that he's not behind you anymore.

The collusion is inevitable as he suddenly appears right in front of you, big arms enveloping you as you both fall to the ground and you wiggle uselessly in his embrace.

"I hate you", your voice is softer as you surrender, leaning down to peck his lips. Tengen gently pulls you closer because he wants more, always wants more, it's not enough that his hands are traveling down your body, it's not enough that he can smell whatever soap you used to wash your hair, it's definitely not enough having you grind against him so slightly, most probably without even noticing. He wants you all the time, everywhere. He wants your grumpy mornings, blue nights, he wants to know you're gonna be home when you come back from a mission, the same home he comes back to.

"Marry me", he's breathless when he pulls away and his hands are grasping your hips so tightly you need a moment to fully process what he had just said.

"What?", you laugh, trying to get off him, but he keeps you in place with exactly zero effort.

"Marry me", he repeats, smile growing on his lips, eyes hopeful.

You blink a few times.

"What happened to I love you, first?", your cheeks are heating up with alarming speed as you do your best to deflect.

Tengen scoffs.

"Why would I ask you to marry me if I didn't love you? Don't you already know how embarrassingly much I do?"

Ohmygod.

"You don't...?", it's like his incomplete question remains pending above you as his stare becomes concerned, almost alarmed.

You let out an airy laugh and peck his lips again, casually removing a strand of silver hair from his forehead to secure it behind his ear.

"Of course I do, you idiot. But you're not gonna ask me to marry you while I'm dirty, tired, sweaty and on top of you in the middle of the forest, understood?"

He finally lets you go and you roll away, getting to sit on the ground as he lazily props himself on one arm.

"You would've said yes? If you weren't dirty, tired, sweaty and on top of me in the middle of the forest".

What a dumb fucking question.

"Not sure", you teased.

"But you love me?"

"Yes, you needy man child".

Muichiro

He grins and your heart flutters because even in the middle of the forest, with dirt and dust on his uniform, his hair messily escaping his ponytail, he manages to look earth shatteringly gorgeous. And you have no doubts: he's the person you want to come back home to and the person you want coming back home to you. Forever.

"Kanroji-san, have you seen Muichiro?", you ask for the third time after having already received a scoff from Sanemi and an apologetic shrug from Kyojuro.

Mitsuri tilts her head, her index finger resting on her chin.

"Yes, I think he went straight to his estate after our mission. I recommended him to visit Kocho-san's mansion but he always forgets", she seems bummed so you give her an encouraging smile.

"Don't worry, I'll go check on him. I hope everything went smoothly?"

He reciprocates your smile and nods.

"It did! The nest of demons was easy enough to find, we weren't expecting a lower moon but Tokito-san took care of that quite easily!"

"I'm happy you're both back", you can't help but let out a relieved sigh. After each Hashira meeting you found yourself wondering if you'd be able to meet everyone again on the next one. You knew that, as a group, you didn't exactly have a we're-best-friends dynamic going on, but you worried. And you cared about them. And you knew that even those who would rather be stabbed than to admit it, cared as well. After all, most of you only had each other.

Mitsuri smiles again and lightly squeezes your shoulder.

"Me too, y/n-san. Thank you for always checking on him, I'm sure he would appreciate it if he remembered".

You shrug.

"Doesn't matter, I'm happy to do it. I'll see you soon, Kanroji-san", your hand is on hers for a split second before she removes it and waves at you, nodding reassuringly.

The estate isn't too far from Oyakata-sama's mansion but you run anyway. You run every time. Even if Sanemi finds it ridiculous, even if Tengen doesn't really understand, even if Shinobu always assures you that she has everything under control. You believe her but you just can't help yourself.

"Muichiro?", you call for him, already knowing very well that no one is going to be around. He doesn't like people at his estate when he's there, so his housekeepers usually cook, do the laundry, clean and then disappear before he gets back from a mission. So he's alone. Basically always alone.

"Muichiro!", you call again. No respectful honorifics because he's a kid and, frankly, you don't give a damn.

"Why are you here?", his stoic voice catches you by surprise as you turn around and find him looking at you with a blank expression on his uncharacteristically flushed face.

"Sorry I came by unannounced, I just wanted to ask about the mission", you lie, lips extended in a friendly smile.

He tilts his head.

"It was fine".

"Are you okay?"

"Mission was easy".

You sigh as you take a step closer and carefully lift a hand to gently touch his forehead.

"Muichiro, you're burning up!"

He doesn't say a word as you basically drag him to his bedroom and firmly ask him to change his clothes after getting his jinbei from the closet and laying his futon on the floor.

You turn around, waiting, arms crossed as he obediently does as instructed. Is he feeling so bad that he doesn't even question your presence there? Should you send a crow to Shinobu?

"Why are you here?", he asks again, and you look over your shoulder to find him already tucked in. He must be cold.

"I'll be right back", you ignore his question, he's gonna forget and ask it again anyway.

You find some soup and rice in the kitchen but you don't want to risk making him sick, so you settle for freshly brewed green tea, some senbei and fruit. There's an empty, plastic wash basin abandoned on the engawa and you fill it up with cold water. It feels weird to peek in the restroom but you need a cloth.

You return to the bedroom after having sent your crow with a message for Shinobu: you have no idea if he owns any medicine and you're pretty certain he has no idea either.

Forehead's still hot and his eyes are a little glassy as you gently lift his hair to position the damp cloth in place.

"Thanks", his voice is barely audible. You softly hush him.

"Close your eyes and rest, you're gonna feel better soon. Why aren't you more careful? You should take better care of yourself", you sigh, stroking his cheek with the back of your hand. He seems so much younger as he looks at you, shivering under the covers. He looks like a child. One that would have a family, parents and siblings, in a normal world.

"Hungry?", you ask, unable to stop your hand from gently traveling between his locks. He shakes his head and leanes into your hand so slightly that you barely notice. But you do, notice. And it breaks your heart, the sudden memory of the last time you had experienced something similar, many years ago, in another world, another reality. When you still had someone else, someone smaller, to take care of.

"Get some sleep", your voice cracks and you have to clear your throat, "I'll be here when you wake up".

He finally shuts his eyes as a light sigh escapes his lips.

"Thanks, nee-san. Love you".

Sanemi

He's snoring already as you sit there, frozen in complete and utter shock.

His arms are lazily wrapped around you as you lay on top of him, hands softly tracing his skin, paying extra attention to his scars. His eyes are closed but he's not asleep, once every few seconds he hums in satisfaction and you can't quite believe how relaxed he is under your touch. It sure took some time.

"You're so beautiful", you whisper quietly, embarrassed by your sudden sappiness.

He doesn't open his eyes but you hear him scoff.

"You shouldn't lie".

"I'm not, you know you are", your fingertips are barely touching his arm as they keep exploring. As if you needed to do that, as if you hadn't already memorized every inch of him.

"This is not how beautiful looks. I look strong, threatening", his eyes finally look into yours as you place your chin on his chest and skeptically raise an eyebrow, "scandalously hot", he adds with a grin, making you snort, "but I'm not beautiful".

"You're a beautiful, oblivious idiot", your fingers are exploring again, followed by the soft touch of your lips.

Sanemi closes his eyes once again, savoring the sensation of absolute peace and relief you are able to provide him. His skin tingles under your fingers and burns under your lips, scars almost fluttering with a single, even accidental touch of your hands. How did you do it? How could a man, a fighter, crumble under the softest of touches? What the hell was that something he could so often feel annoyingly scratching and biting and screaming inside of him, asking to be set free from his stomach, his hands, his chest, his mouth?

Then, it dawns on him. It painfully, suddenly, accidentally dawns on him, just as your lips are pressed on his neck and your hair tickles his chin.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I love her. I'm so fucking in love with her.

You stiffen against his body before he has the chance to have the exact same reaction. His eyes are suddenly wide open, he's terrified: has he said that shit out loud? Did you read his mind? Are his arms too tight around you?

He feels so cold, so empty, as you suddenly get up and frantically gather your clothes from the corner of his room, barely illuminated by the moonlight.

"What are you doing?", he sits up, his mind feels all over the place and it doesn't help that you are in a sudden rush to... leave? What the fuck?

"Going home", you reply dryly. He catches the urgency in your voice and it alarms him as he gets up as well, picks up his pants from the floor and absentmindedly wears them.

"What? What's wrong?", he touches your arm but you pull away, refusing to face him, still looking for your small bag.

"Nothing, I just need to go home".

Sanemi grows impatient easily, especially when he's scared. And he's always been scared of you leaving like that, not even looking at him, not giving a single explanation, voice cold and uninterested. So he grabs you by your shoulders and turns you around, something inside him shattering as you still refuse to meet his gaze.

"What's wrong? Tell me", his voice shakes, the warmth he was feeling a few moments before replaced by ice cold fear. What did I do? Is what he really wants to ask. Yes, go, is what he actually should say. Go as far as you can, never look back, forget this, forget me, find someone better, I'm glad you finally realized it's for the best if we end it here. There's not enough left of me to love you properly anyway.

You're finally looking at him as you let out a shaky breath, your hands gently lowering his arms so that he lets go of your shoulders.

"I love you", you mutter and he can barely hear it. But he does, hear it. And he swears his heart is one step away from freeing itself from his ribcage from how hard, how fast, is beating.

"And I can't love you", you continue, "it's not what we agreed and I know you don't want that. I can't love you".

"I didn't realize we had an agreement", he retorts bitterly and you snort impatiently.

"You know what I mean. Us, this, didn't start so that we could have some sappy romance. We're just... us", you're bitter as well, almost angry at yourself, disappointed in how easily, how quickly you had become such a goddamn cliché.

It's shocking to hear him laugh. He even surprises himself as he throws his head back in laughter, incredulous, angry at how similar you are to him. Of course you'd realize you loved each other in the same moment. Of course you'd have the same reaction he'd have. Of course the gods would humorously remind him that you always had to be just so stupidly perfect for him.

"I'm glad you find my feelings to be so hilarious", you grumble but he doesn't let you turn your back to him again. Because he knows it's too late. You broke through everything, each good purpose he had, the entirety of his unwelcoming outer layer. He had already given you permission to know him, to see him. You saw him. It was too late.

"I'm sorry", he says and he truly means it, "I'm sorry we're stuck in this. I can't love you either, I don't know how to".

He's naked in front of you, both metaphorically and - almost - figuratively. You've never seen him so naked.

"What?", your voice is feeble and you don't really trust the steadiness of your legs.

Sanemi quickly blinks a few times and lets go of your arms, which is a bad idea, because now you can see his hands shake.

"I'm sorry", he repeats. "I don't know how to give and I barely know how to take. You're stuck with someone like me and I don't want that, not for you".

"Stuck", the word stings as you pronounce it, "I'm stuck with someone like you, right? What an inconvenience. Then who are you stuck with? Am I an inconvenience too?", you angrily wipe away the tears from your cheeks as he aches to do the same, hand stopping mid air.

"I am stuck, y/n", he snaps heatedly, "I'm stuck with someone I'll either end up hurting or leaving behind, mourning me".

"Don't fucking say that", more tears fall from your eyes and this time his hands cup your face, thumbs desperately stroking your cheeks in a silly attempt to keep them dry.

"I'd like to keep being us. I'm selfish enough to want that. If you want to go, I won't stop you, but if you wanna stay... I'm willing to learn. I'd like to try", his voice is nothing but a whisper and now it's your turn to cup his face, because he's crying too.

What a mess, we are. It's ridiculous.

"Okay", you mutter quietly and he closes his eyes as your fingertips brush his eyelids.

[squid-god-supreme]

Kinktober day 8- praise kinktober (obanai iguro)

Oh yah it's obanai time baby (˘³˘)♥

I love this boy and he deserves all the love, btw this doesn't follow cannon vary much because I would cry lmao. Had to look up what wonton meant because I keep seeing it but I just think of dumplings and wonton wrappers... They are not the same

Implied female reader

Summary : you find out obanai has a praise kink. That's it. Pwop(porn without plot)

It was a miracle in and of itself that you two had gotten together in the first place. In obanai's he was trash, the scum of the earth and unfit to be with you. Of course this wasn't true and it took you a very long time to convince him he wasn't garbage and that yes, you did love him and want to be with him. That was two years ago however and things were much, much smother now.

It had been awhile since he had seen you, you weren't a pillar so it could be quite hard to see you at times but he was going to be home tonight . He was happy to be home and able to hold you. It may not have seemed like it but obanai was very affectionate behind closed doors and he intended to spend the rest of the night with your arms around him.

He walked through the doors of your shared home and smiled under the bandages on his face. You were so cute sitting in your home waiting for him to get home after so long. Yet as he looked at you he felt something else well inside him. Shakeing it off he walked over to you and took his seat right next to you, wrapping an arm around you he pulled you close into his chest. "Welcome back iguro, I assume your missions went well? " You said kissing his cheek. "Hmm yes they went well, I'm just glad I'm finally with you again" His brows furrow probably thinking about the demons. You smiled leaning further into him "of course they went well! After all you are a pillar! Such a strong demon slayer" You giggled smiling at him.

There was that feeling again except this time it was stronger. It was slowly pushing its way to the forefront of his mind. You were so beautiful and the way you called him strong, he liked that maybe a little more then he should have. His mind was quickly beginning to wander dispite his attempts to push those thoughts away. "I hope the newer recruits didn't anoy you to much"

"They always do, they can't seem to do anything right. Pathetic all of them" He let out a long sigh ranting about his week. You sat and listened as he ran through the basics of what went on and what had frustrated him. You almost felt bad for the younger demon slayer recruits, obanais expectations were almost impossible to reach, but such high standards were needed when you were fighting against demons. "Ahh, well at least you know what your doing iguro, you arnt a pillar for nothing after all. " He was confused, why did his mind wander to such dirty things when you gave him praise like that? His mind continues to wander, at this point he wasn't even trying to push down the thoughts that invaded his mind. He had really missed you huh?

How nice it would be to have you pined under him makeing all of those beautiful faces only he could see. He felt the tint in his pants grow the longer you both sat in silence. "Hey iguro-" He pounced on you the moment his name left your mouth . His arms trapped you beneath him as he hovered over you. "W-wow, guess you had the same idea as me~ I missed you a lot iguro" Your hands came up to his face and cuped his cheeks, slowly removeing the wraps that covered his lower face reveling the scars that ran from the corners of his mouth to his ears. You smiled and kissed him deeply "you're so handsome iguro" You said traceing the scars on his face. He kissed you passionately as your arms wrapped around his neck deepening the kiss further. His tounge ran along the bottom of your lip asking for entrance. You playfully denied, he could feel the smirk on your face, his brows furore as he pressed his clothed erection against your ass makeing you gasp. His tounge slipped into your mouth, swirling around your wet muscle and claiming every inch of you as his. You moaned into the kiss and he pulled away slightly.

He began striping off his pinstripe haori and the shirt of his demon slayer uniform. You also quickly stripped yourself of your top half of clothes before being once again pined down by obanai. Your face got red at the sight of his toned arms and defined chest. He wasted no time striping off the rest of your clothes before unbuckleing his belt and striping his pants. Once again he hovered over you, Heterochromatic eyes scanning over your body before one of his hands traced along your body down to your sensitive folds. His rough fingers traced along your sensitive clit as you moaned at the sensation. Two if his fingers thrust inside you causeing you to moan out his name.

He continued his actions, enjoying the way his name fell from your lips as you face contorted in pleasure. "A-ahh iguro! S-so good mahh!" He felt his cock twitch at your words, he leaned down closer to your ear and picked up speed with his fingers. "Go on, tell me how good my fingers feel inside you y/n -scream how good I make you feel" His voice was low and hot against you ear, you moaned out before Settling your breath enough to speak again "i-iguro! You feel so good inside me! You make me feel so good! Only you can make me feel so good! " You were becoming a mess as the knot in your stomach tightened. The knot in your stomach snaped as your orgasm hit you. He felt you tighten around his fingers before they were soaked in your juices, removeing his fingers from your dripping cunt he smeared the fluid on his fingers over his erect cock leting it mix with the pre cum dripping from his tip and acting as a makeshift lube. He positioned himself at your entrance before slowly pushing in, groaning at the feeling of your warmth surrounding him.

He gave you a moment to adjust to his cock before pulling out and slamming into you again. The sounds of slapping skin and your wonton moans filled his ears and he continued to thrust into you, he let out low groans and pants as his length rubbed against your slick walls. Your nails left scratches as you gripped onto his back with every buck of his hips. "Naaahhh iguro! Y-you make me feel so good! You stuff me up so full igu-" You were cut off by the increase in speed makeing you moan out loudly. He was going faster now, the rhythm of his thrust becomeing slightly more feral and rough as your words of praise filled his head.

Your whole body felt as he thrust into you, the pressure in your stomach slowly building as his hands gripped your waist lifting you up slightly so he could hit deeper inside you. Your vision was filled with stars as he continued to pound into your spongy g-spot. His mouth met the junction between your neck and shoulder as he begun to leave dark purpleish red marks across your skin, sucking and nipping at it in order to mark you as his and his alone.

The pressure in his stomach was building more and more as he felt his dick twitch inside you. You were so tight and warm around him it was driving him crazy. His thrusts held the same brutal pace as before but now started to become uneven. The pressure in your stomach finally reached a boiling point, hot pleasure rushing through your body as you creamed around his dick. Your pussy was spazaming while your orgasm washed over you. With a few more thrust into your spazaming core obanai was over the edge, his stomach tightened, muscles contracting as his seed was spilled into you.

Letting you catch your breath he pulled out of you and picked you up in his arms. He took you into your shared bedroom and layed you down on top of him so that he could hold you. "I love you y/n, in this life and in the next. "

"I love you to, obanai iguro, and I always will"

The end for now

Oh boy oh boy. I should get better about being on schedule but I doubt that'll happen (ಥ‿ಥ) anyway demon slayer fucked me up emotionally, and the final scene between obanai and best girl mitsuri shanked my emotions in a dark ally way and stole my wallet

So enjoy this filth with our short king 👑

[madamofthestars]

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