#kimetsu no yaiba x y/n

[sweetfushi]

CONFESSING TO THEM

fluff | tengen uzui, kyojuro rengoku, sanemi shinazugawa x reader, reader nearly dies, tengen has three wives and you're tryna become his fourth | word count. 1.4k

TENGEN UZUI.

You know he’s married, thrice too. But sitting next to Tengen and watching him observe the Koi in the pond, a subtle smile on his face, warms your chest. You don’t realise that you’d started gazing at him longingly until he catches you, turning to you with a big grin. The beads of his headpiece rattled in the wind alongside your flowing hair.

“Tengen,” you start, voice meek and apprehensive, “I know you’re… married, but um, I don’t think I can continue our friendship if I don’t tell you.” At this point, your voice trails off into a whisper he has to lean in to hear. You almost outwardly giggle at the close proximity.

“You like me, huh?”

“What? Did you– have you known all along?” You huff and grab a nearby pebble to throw at him, only for it to bounce off his bicep in the midst of his snickers.

“I’d feel bad for you if you had tried to be subtle about it,” Tengen teases, leaning in closer until your faces are centimetres apart. When he sees your flushed expression, he shakes his head and rests his right cheek on his fist. “I can’t blame ya for failing though, it was hard for me too.”

You sit upright. “Wait, what?”

“Y’re pretty ditzy today, eh?”

You’re tempted to slash the charming smirk off his face. For the first time since the conversation started, you lock eyes with him (albeit having to almost painfully crane your neck to do so). From the way he maintains your gaze and lets you witness the boyish glint in his eyes, you’re convinced he isn’t lying to you with what he’s implying.

“I’ve had my eye on you for a while now,” he admits, stretching his arms. “So I’m glad you’re not threatened by the idea.”

You purse your lips. “How are you going to deal with four wives?”

Tengen glances at you from the corner of his eye, grinning. “You mean it’s harder than handling three? My wives are my partners, not liabilities. You’d be no different.”

You lower your head to hide your impending smile, though he catches your expression even when you don’t think he does. If anything, he’s eager to witness more of your excitement. He finds it adorable that you can barely look him in the eye, even when he gets on one knee in front of you. He’s not proposing - your conversation already acted as one - instead, he wants to see your face. Tengen wants to see what he’s doing to you.

“Ring or necklace?” He asks.

You contemplate it before telling him your choice.

“Consider it done.”

KYOJURO RENGOKU.

“You must eat,” Rengoku tells you in that booming voice of his. He’s already scoffing down two of the bentos that had been provided to him by the cooks, but you had barely touched your food. You were starving, but your nerves overshadowed your hunger.

“I will,” you nod.

A minute goes by and all that is heard is Rengoku’s small comments on the food; tasty, yummy, delicious, incredible. Whenever he stares at you, you nod and smile along with him, but you notice his smile drop slightly further every time he does look at you.

“Is something the matter?” He chimes in, disturbing your racing thoughts. At this point, he’s stopped eating and is just waiting for you to answer, but for the past ten minutes you had been trying to plot how to go about telling him. I’ll never end up telling him at this point, you realise. So, you sip some of your water, place it back down on the coaster and lift your head to face him directly.

“I like you, Rengoku.”

For a moment, it’s silent. “And I don’t want that to make what we have weird, I even considered not telling you because I don’t wanna lose you, but if I don’t tell you it feels like I’m lying to you–”

“You stress too much,” he smiles, watching your throat bob as you swallow thickly. The flame hashira can sense your impending tears and feels oddly honoured that he had the ability to make them happy or sad ones.

Now that you reflect on what you’ve just done, you perhaps should have waited until the two of you - or he at least - had finished eating. Feelings like this are hard to stomach, especially from one hashira to another. While you’re contemplating your confession, you feel his gaze burn into you and, somehow, you find the strength within yourself to not avoid it.

“I’m sorry, I’ll pay for our food as compensation–”

“Compensation for what?” He laughs, your heart aching at the sight of such a brightly lit expression. “If anything, I need to eat more from how overjoyed I am.”

You pause. “Overjoyed?”

“That might be an understatement, but I can’t find the words at the moment,” he admits, that smile still stuck on his face. What you had yet to realise throughout these two years was that Rengoku had admired you the most out of everyone he had met. Yes, Tengen was flashy and Tokito was level-headed, but out of all the esteemed hashira, his flame had been ignited the most around you. Only now could he let it burn as it wished.

“I like you too, very much.”

SANEMI SHINAZUGAWA.

“Stop looking like that,” he taps the blunt side of his katana on your arm, knocking you out of your daze - the daze you had been in the entirety of this dispatch. It wasn’t anything major, a few rowdy demons that have been unsettling the village near to the woods you were currently in, but Sanemi had insisted that he accompany you for it.

“Sorry,” you mumble, sheathing your own katana after having wiped it clean of blood.

Sanemi eyes you for a moment. He knows you’re mature enough to handle yourself and manage your emotions, though he’s come to realise that it doesn’t mean you should be left to do so. So, the scarred hashira doesn’t prod further. Not until you fail to register the unexpected demon launching at you from behind, teeth bared and eyes maniacal.

“You’re askin’ to be killed, damn it!” He finally yells, his brows furrowed from the sheer adrenaline and anxiety he just endured. Sanemi never truly yells at you unless he’s unmistakably upset, so his raised voice makes your lips part and your eyes widen with a late registry of what risk you had induced.

“You wanna be in your feelings? Fine, just don’t do it when you’re out to work! At this rate, we’ll need backup just to make sure your reckless ass is bein’ protected with those villagers!” He’s breathing heavily at this point, his face in yours as he heaves and trembles.

Sanemi is still unsettled even when the two of you finally return to base, washing up and filling your stomachs during the last few hours before you’d call it a day. When you wander out into the pond gardens, your arms crossed over your chest to shield yourself from the night’s breeze, you almost turn the other direction when you spot Sanemi squatting at the edge of one of the smaller pools of water. He’s skipping rocks, watching them dance across the water, or occasionally fail to do so and fall into the pond or onto a lilypad instead.

“Don’t try and avoid me now,” he sighs guiltily, observing his reflection in the water momentarily before rising to his feet and turning to face you. “I shouldn’t…” he scratches the back of his neck. He’s not used to apologising for something he usually does so casually. “I shouldn’t have yelled at you,” he confesses.

“No, I’m glad you did,” you admit, licking your lips. “I like you too much for you to act like you don’t care about me. You’ve noticed, surely.”

Sanemi isn’t sure he has noticed. That thought alone made him kiss his teeth - had he been so distracted by his own feelings to notice yours? The question raided his mind for a few moments while you, unbeknownst to him, watched as his lips pursed and his cheeks flushed a light pink.

Was he seriously blushing? This is so uncharacteristic of him, you think, a smile finally gracing your lips for the first time that day. For a moment, you’re more invested in him blushing than you are in the acknowledgement that he reciprocates your feelings.

He walks over to you, the gravel crunching beneath his shoes. He doesn’t stop until his chest almost touches yours and his face is so close to yours that you can feel the warmth of his breath. “I’m g’nna kick your ass for today,” he scoffs. “After I take you out…” he almost looks angry at his own embarrassment.

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[lonefloric]

"What's that?" you asked, tilting your head curiously, looking at the boy sitting in front of you.

muichiro didn't say anything, hand outstretched and eyes looking at you expectingly.

you glanced down at his hand, resting in his palm was a small (f/c) paper crane. "for you." he said once you reached out to collect the crane.

"It's so cute!" you gushed, holding the paper crane up. A small smile graced muichiro's face as he watched you admire the paper crane.

you leaned forward, placing a small kiss on his cheek, "thank you," you said bashfully, watching muichiro's face turn surprised, red dusting his cheeks.

[luxthestrange]

KNY Incorrect quotes#123 BUT WE KNOW HOW 'THAT' TURNED OUT-

Prequel to "This"

Tiny Hashira!Y/n*Ontop of Gyomei, Wearing his haori...only his haori seeing him tied up*Dont worry~...I'll be gentle~

Gyomei*Is shacking abit with a blush*"DONT BE AHH-"

We flew too close to the sun with these waxed wings-

[daisies-daydreams]

Virgin!Gyomei x F!Reader (Headcanons/Drabble)

Pairing: Virgin!Gyomei Himejima x F!Reader Category: Fluff/Smut (18+) Warnings: Masturbation, Vaginal Fingering, P in V Sex (You Know the Drill), Praise, Accidentally Cumming Inside

A/N: I'm still working on requests, but I wanted to write something small in between. I hope you enjoy!

NSFW BELOW (MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI)

Virgin!Gyomei who always thought he was too imposing to find someone who would want to be with him physically. To indulge in the pleasures of the flesh, sharing such a sweet, tender moment. The thought would keep him up at night, tossing and turning when it was quiet enough for him to be alone with his thoughts.

Virgin!Gyomei who heard you, a new member of the Butterfly House, giggle nearby. He turned his head in your direction, his milky white eyes wide at the melodious sound. The giant man heard you gasp. “Oh good! You’re awake!” you chirped. His breath hitched when he felt your warm hands rest on his arm, patting it reassuringly. “You’ve been out for several days. We were all so worried,” you explained. He blinked and nodded slowly. “Thank you…for caring for me,” he said softly.

Virgin!Gyomei whose heart would always soften whenever he heard your distinct footsteps coming towards his room. His skin felt like it burned whenever he felt your gentle touch, tending to his injuries. Gyomei scolded himself when his mind drifted to fantasies of you touching him in more…intimate ways. You were his caretaker and nothing more. Surely you found him just as imposing as everyone else did...

Virgin!Gyomei who, after a very vivid dream about him fucking you into the mattress with his impossibly girthy cock, woke up with the most painful erection in his life. Gyomei listened carefully to see if anyone was around before dipping his large hand below the waistband of his pants. His breath hitched as he clutched his throbbing shaft. He clasped his other palm over his mouth as he began to squeeze and stroke his dick, the rush of pleasure indescribable. Your name fell from his plush lips like a prayer, a sweet chant that brought him closer to the edge. Gyomei pumped his cock only a few times before he was spilling all over his palm, completely soaking himself in his thick spend. His Adam's apple bobbed as he caught his breath. “M-Mr. H-Himejima?” he heard you squeak nearby.

Virgin!Gyomei who sat there like a statue, his eyes wide and back completely straight. His cock still twitched in his hand as he parted his lips. “I-I’m sorry Miss…” he stammered as his entire body became enraptured in a consuming heat. He flinched when you stepped closer, the floorboards creaking as you made your way to the side of the bed. “How long have you felt this way about me, Mr. Himejima?” you murmured. Gyomei was thankful that he lacked sight, as he was terrified of the disgusted expression you surely wore on your face. He swallowed thickly. “Honestly Miss (L/N)…since the day you first spoke to me,” he answered as his eyes glossed over.

Virgin!Gyomei who flinched when you placed a gentle kiss on his cheek. His face burned like a raging wildfire as he parted his lips. He heard you shuffle next to the bed. “You aren’t…disgusted?” he breathed. “No,” you whispered before pecking his temple. Gyomei flushed as he felt his cock twitch again, his thighs tightening as you placed a hand in his bulky forearm. “I’m glad that you feel the same way I feel about you,” you cooed. Gyomei sighed, a gentle smile forming on his face as you kissed the corner of his mouth. You gasped when you heard someone coming down the hall calling your name. He wanted to reach for you as you pulled away. “I’m sorry,” you murmured before hesitantly walking out of his room.

Virgin!Gyomei who, despite all the fantasies and dreams he’s had, hasn’t touched himself since that morning. You’d still come in to tend his healing wounds or assist with his rehabilitation. It was a sweet torture for him to feel your hands roam across every inch of his body…except where he needed you the most.

Virgin!Gyomei who thanked you for your assistance the night before he returned to the field. “You’re very welcome,” you said kindly, yet he didn’t miss the solemn undertone in your words. His heart ached as you started to slip away. “Wait,” he called as he grabbed your wrist. Gyomei instantly pulled away when he heard you gasp, the fear of potentially hurting you striking him through the chest. “I-I apologize, Miss (L/N),” he murmured. He heard you shuffle in place. “It’s alright, Mr. Himejima,” you replied. Gyomei tilted his head up, his foggy eyes lingering in the direction of your voice. “Please...call me Gyomei,” he said.

Virgin!Gyomei who loved the feeling of you shivering beneath his light touch. The door to his room was locked, your clothes strewn about the floor as you straddled his waist. His breath hitched as you splayed your hands across his rugged chest, both of you exploring each other’s bodies with a gentle tenderness.

Virgin!Gyomei who feels his cheeks burn as he pushes one of his fingers inside your slick, tight cunt. Your walls hold such a comforting texture for him as he sinks his digit deeper and deeper inside. “Shh, I know, my dear. I know,” he cooed as he rubbed your thigh. “It’s so much, Gyo,” you slurred as your legs shook around him. He frowned and cupped your cheek with his other hand. “Do you want me to stop?" he asked. Gyomei felt you shake your head. "N-No, it feels good. Please, I want this," you breathed. He swallowed the lump in his throat before nodding.

Virgin!Gyomei who lets you take the reins and sink down on his massive, thick cock at your own pace. He encourages you as you lower your hips inch by inch, his lips kissing away the tears that spilled down your cheeks as you babbled. “You’re doing wonderful, my love,” he whispered. His breath hitched as your pussy stretched around him, his shaft enveloped by your warm, gummy walls. Gyomei swore he was in heaven, the bliss that coursed through his body simply divine.

Virgin!Gyomei who feels intoxicated as you bounce up and down his shaft, your plush walls massaging his length as you pant and moan. “Amazing, truly amazing,” he breathed before the muscles in his lower stomach begin to tighten. He grits his teeth, hands grabbing at your waist as he gently thrusts up into you. Gyomei stopped worrying about the bed creaking long ago, his mind drunk on the pleasure that completely overwhelmed him. “Yes, that’s it. That’s-“ he nearly choked when he rolled his head back and groaned. His hips rolled forward as he accidentally came inside you, his thick, hot spend gushing past the place where your sexes joined. You gasped as your cunt convulsed around him, your walls gripping and fluttering around his girth as the two of you reached your climaxes.

Virgin!Gyomei who’s flustered and asking if you’re alright at least a thousand times after you pull yourself off of his softening cock. "Are you sure I wasn't gripping too hard?" "Are you sore anywhere?". He flushed when you suddenly pecked his cheek. “You were wonderful,” you whispered as you squeezed his hand. He smiled, his heart lighting up at your sweet words. “Thank you, my dear (Y/N),” he murmured as he held your hand up to his cheek.

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[yup-thats-me]

—little things • I. Obanai

pairing: husband!Iguro x wife!reader summary: some days can be tough but Obanai is grateful to have his wife right by his side warning: negative self-image, self-hatred, manga spoilers. be warned

“What does she see in me?”

Iguro touched his reflection in the mirror, his eyes glossed over with tears. It's almost been three years since the serpent Hashira married his sweetheart, Y/n. Although their marriage was a strategy devised by their families to strengthen the clans, Obanai is grateful that he does not have to suffer an unhappy marriage like most arranged couples do.

It must be for of his good deed in his previous life that he got a wife like Y/n. She is kind, supportive, understanding and loving. She showed him love and affection, something he could only dream of when he was a child. She understood that when he would distance himself when his past weighed him down, she would give him space but if it got out of hand, she would slowly push her way through and embrace Obanai. An embrace so warm that made all his worries go away, be that a physical one or an embrace through words. She knew how to calm him down.

Iguro knew Y/n loved him, she could never betray him, not even in his dreams. But there are days. Days that his mind tells him that he is not deserving of the love he receives from his darling wife. Days where he hates his heterochrome eyes, days when he wishes those vile women had slashed through his cheeks completely so that he would have been dead. Dying is better than being ashamed of his face. If he were to die, he would not need to bandage his face at present.

But, somewhere deep down in his heart, he knows that it would not have been better had he died. Had he died in his childhood, he would have never met Y/n, would have never known how warm her hand feels against his cheek, how affection feels. He would have died without knowing any of that; something he did not want.

His eyes were closed shut, jaw clenched. Fingers closed in a tight fist. What exactly hurt him, he did not know. But it hurt, oh it hurts so much. It is days like this that he wishes for Y/n’s presence. Sure, he can call her right now. Maybe she is in the bath, getting ready for bed and would be by his side in a minute, but he did not have the heart to busy her with such a trivial matter. It's better not to worry her about his mood swings, she tolerates enough of him already.

“I hate my face, I hate the way my eyes look, hate how weak I am,” he said through gritted teeth. He continued on his list of the things that he hates about himself, immersed in his thoughts so deep that he did not hear Y/n entering the room.

Smiling softly, Y/n stood beside him in front of the mirror.

“I love the cute expressions you make when surprised.”

Her sudden voice made Iguro step back in surprise. He quickly composed himself, turning his face to the side to wipe his tears from her view. There’s no way a man should let his wife see him crying.

Y/n gently put her hands on his cheek, making the man look at her eyes. “I love the way your cheeks get flushed red when I compliment you,” she coaxed, her fingers slowly making their way to the back of his head.

“Love the way you look away when you hand me a present.” Her fingers found the beginning of the white cloth; the bandage. Iguro stared at her. He felt the bandage around his mouth loose a bit but he did not want to push her hand away, not when she felt so warm, so comforting.

His wife pecked him on the cheek, his heart skipping a beat when he felt her lips on his cheek. No matter how many times she kissed him, it still felt like a fever dream. She caressed his face lovingly, her touch almost making him forget that the bandage came off his face; his face was bare, bare for her to see.

“And,” She stroked the scars as lightly as a feather. “I adore your scars.”

He could not force the tears from blocking his vision.

“How can you say you hate these when I absolutely love them?’’

“…”

“My love, when will you see yourself the way I do?”

She gently shook his head making him open his eyes to face her. “Your eyes, my love. They hold kindness in them. How can anybody not love this magnificent piece of art?” Her own orbs glossed over with tears.

“I cannot thank you enough for being alive, today,” a choked sob rippled through her chest. “So please, please love yourself.”

Iguro’s arms wrapped around her neck as he pushed his face into the crook of her neck, his tears wetting the skin.

“And if you can’t,” she whispered.

“Let me love you enough for the both of us.”

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[oreo-creampie]

𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢; “𝐃𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬?”

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬! roommates au, caught masturbating, light jerking off, pussy kissing, teasing

Your bedroom door flings open. Sanemi demands, "What do you want doll?" You freeze eyes wide, your fingers stuffed in your soaking wet cunt. The seconds of Sanemi staring at you, speechless and shirtless in your doorway feel like minutes.

It's within those seconds his cock grows. His light gray sweatpants outlining his large head and part of his length. Your fingers move on their own. You can't help it, your cunt clenches around your fingers.

Sanemi pushes his sweatpants down slowly. Showing a small wisp of white hair, he stops at the first flash of his cock. A thick vein on top of his cock peaking out. "Moan my name again if you want me." The inch of cock he's showing is mouthwatering, pussy clenching fat.

"Emi! Emi! Emi!" Sanemi takes his time pushing his sweatpants down, kicking them into the hallway. His cock hangs, too thick and heavy to stand up. His intimidating yet exciting length promises to touch your cervix.

"Emi I figured you were big from sneaking glance but damn." Sanemi spits into his hand, smearing his spit down his length. Your cunt quivers from the slick sounds of Sanemi jerking himself off.

You glide your fingers up to stroke your clit. "You gonna make your cock fit in my soaking wet cunt Emmmi?" You drag out his name with a moan. "Stop watching and come do something. I want your rough hands on my body." He stops jerking off, stalking up to the edge of your bed.

You watch his cock sway with every step. "Please Emi, want your heavy cock ." You stop touching yourself, moving towards Sanemi. He grabs your wrist and a fistful of your hair. Forcing you to look up, you watch Sanemi suck your fingers clean.

You tug his sweatpants down, fondling his large balls. Eliciting a deep, rough groan from Sanemi. He pulls your fingers out with a pop, leaning down to kiss you roughly. You can taste yourself on his tongue.

He breaks away, "Do you want my fingers? Want me to finger fuck you till you your beautiful soaking wet cunt makes a mess. I think I'll fill your beautiful cunt up better than you can." He lets go of your hair, pushing your shoulders.

"Yess!" The answer rushes out of you as you fall onto your bed. Sanemi manhandles you into a mating press close to the edge of your bed. He kneels, trailing kisses up your lips to your clit.

Sanemi rubs circles around your quivering hole, teasing you. "I wanna slap her, bite your thighs princess.” Kissing your clit. “I gonna split you open with my fat cock only after you squirt for me." He nudges you with three thick fingers, using his strength to force your tight cunt to take him. The stretch is pleasurably uncomfortable, and fulfilling.

strawberry brat all works

[aritsukemo]

Your heart's too big for your body.. | Muichiro and Yuichiro Tokito

Warnings: Mentions of the reader throwing up in Yuichiro's part! All my emetophobic folks beware!!

A/N: I honestly don't know what this is lmao- I planned a completely different set of characters when I wrote this but as I was listening to Melanie Martinez's Crybaby album, I guess my mind just went to two characters who bring me a bunch of comfort. Like, as I listened, I felt kinda sad so my mind just imagined a bunch of scenarios with these two comforting someone.. ( Also, in case anyone's confused. Muichiro's part is set in a more modern au like the Kimetsu Academy au, Yuichiro's isn't )

"What the fuck," Is the first thing the teal-streaked medic mumbled when you stumbled into the Butterfly Manor half conscious, blood dripping from your head. and your hand poorly covering your stomach which had a horrifyingly-large gash on the center of it.

"T- Tokito.." You called, although you could barely get the words out before you tilted. Luckily, Yuichiro caught you in time before you completely hit the floor.

As your head hit his shoulder, a quick wave of panic shot through him. After all, it wasn't often that a Hashira—especially one of your caliber—to come in this wounded, or wounded at all for that matter.

As he helped you to your feet, Yuichiro threw your arm over his shoulder, ignoring your blood that had quickly begun to stain his clothes, and called for some assistance before guiding you to the nearest patient room and sitting you down on the bed where you immediately flopped over.

"Shit," He cursed out, finally noticing how bad of a state you had gotten yourself in. You showed obvious signs of having a concussion—a severe one at that. But he had little time to focus on that before you began choking.

With quick movements, Yuichiro helped you sit up only for you to immediately fall forward and cough up your stomach, staining the bottom half of his clothes with your blood and what was most likely your breakfast, shit.

It was only then that the Kakushi had rushed in, staring at the sight in surprised horror only to finally rush to your side after Yuichiro shouts at them to unbutton your uniform vest and press down on your stomach wound while he prepared the bandages...

When you finally awoke, you were experiencing one of the worst headaches of your life. The Kakushi had long been sent off, but Yuichiro was still there. Towering over you, scrutinizing you.

"How are you feeling?" Was the first thing he said. It came out in a rushed, whispered tone of voice instead of his usual vexed one.

"My head hurts.." You mumbled in which he hums and mumbles something involving Shinobu and medication under his breath. Although, it was hard to really concentrate on his mumbling when your head felt like it was being split open and the strong taste of metal was lingering on your tongue..

"So what happened while you were out?" Surely you had run into one of the Twelve. Logically speaking, there would be no other way for you to obtain such injuries. Unless you somehow tripped into a bear's mouth or something on your way home. Although he hopes that isn't the case. You were an idiot, but hopefully not that stupidly clumsy.

Your eyes drifted to your hands subconsciously, an expression of which the medic could only think was embarrassment slowly forming on your face.

"It was my fault," You began, and Yuichiro was already furrowing his brows, "I underestimated my opponent and nearly got another slayer killed as a result.."

"There was another demon slayer there?" His voice suddenly grew low as hed muttered his next words with poorly masked dread, "..What happened to them?"

"They..ran away," Wait..what?

"They did..what?" The sudden sharpness of his tone has you wanting to shrink away from him, "Say it again. I want to hear it. Now."

"There.. There were multiple slayers.. One of them attempted to help out, but in the end..when I was pushed back.." You pause, looking for the right words to your next sentence that wouldn't shove the truth of what happened in your face. The disheartening truth that makes your chest tighten and your heart sting. The truth that your comrades had left you to die, "I awoken and my comrades..had all..retreated to safety."

"So, they left you to die," You wince. The way he always worded things always sounded so painful to hear. It squeezed at your heart in a way that made your eyes sting and your throat tighten, but you try to brush it off as best you can.

"No, they just—"

"Decided to save their own worthless asses as soon as the fight didn't go their way and left you to clean up the mess?" As his anger grew, so did his voice, "No way you slice this will make the truth any less apparent that they left you for dead!"

"How many times have I told you about this? You need to understand that most people only care about keeping themselves happy and alive and don't care who dies at the expense of that! Not you, or me, or anyone else!" He's right. Both of you are aware of that and as a result, silence replaces any words that would've been spoken after that—well, that and the tears that are beginning to form in your eyes because of the intense stinging..

You raise you hand, your eye instinctively closing as you wipe at your eye, your tears smear as a result, but you could care less. As long as it got rid of them.

At some point, the silence was broken with the sharp sigh that slipped from Yuichiro's soft lips. He shuffles closer before leaning down where the coldness of his thumbs comes in contact with the warm skin just under your eye. They capture the tears that manage to escape and gently flicks them away.

"You shouldn't waste your tears. Not on them, and certainly not on me.." He tells you, but it only makes you want to cry harder—which you ended up doing.

"I'm.. I'm sorry..*hic*.. I.. I.." You couldn't even get your words out from how much you were choking. This was so embarrassing and you wished you could just crawl in the hole and never come out of it..

But you can't. So you'll just have to make do with Yuichiro caging his arms around you as you sobbed instead.

"Thank you for coming," You told him, intending for it to sound more like an happy and excited little kid than a heartbroken and dissapointed adult. He looks around, streamers and banners decorate the walls, rounded tables and chairs were dressed down in various colored flowers and other assortments—all of which were mixed and matched in your favorite colors—and a beautiful multi-tiered cake sitting in the middle of a long rectangular table in the back of the room—the cake's decor trailing down the layers and onto the table where it then hangs off the wood, like hanging wisteria trees..

Not a soul in sight.

It was confusing to him. He vividly remembers the long nights with you, both of you up at ungodly hours, dressed down in your pajamas. He remembers being on the phone with you, staring intently at the slumped beds that had begun to slowly form under your bottom lashes and the faded look of drowsiness on your drooping face. He remembers your hands, tiny cuts of all shapes and sizes dented in your skin from the many slip ups and paper attacks that happened that night and previous night. He remembers the afternoons slowly turning to evenings and then nights and he remembers you working nonstop on your invitation cards. Each were just a tad bit different, some of the handmade decorations being different sizes and beautified certain ways to mask the small but noticeable mistakes you made on some of them. He remembers how proud you looked everytime you finished a card, showing him while flashing the widest grin he's ever seen from you. He remembers how pretty each card looked..

Why didn't anyone show up?

"I suppose everyone was busy today," You said, but he couldn't tell if you were trying to answer the silent question in the air or trying to tell yourself that to make yourself feel better, "I knew I should've waited til' the weekend.."

"Why.. Where is.." He didn't know what to say. You were pretty well known throughout school, everyone loved you or so it seemed. Why is he the only one here?

"Y'know, when I first started passing out the cards, most people told me that they probably couldn't make it. It made me a little sad, but then I was asked if I could help them out.." You told him. He hated the look in your eyes as you said it, "Heh..I ran all over the place running errands for all those people..they said that because of me they'll have enough time to at least stop by and drop off their gifts.." You began to walk, your shoes dragging against the wooden flooring of your living room, Muichiro cringed at the screaking sound it made.

"I did all of that..and no one showed. I waited all day.." Your voice was so shaky and fragile, like a mirror slowly cracking. It felt like the shards of glass were slowly falling off and shoved down his throat.

Then your voice suddenly raised, "But it's okay!" You said, "It's okay," You repeated, "That just means there's more cake for the two of us to enjoy!" You stop right infront of the large cake, your head rolling to look back at him. His own mirror began to slowly crack as his teal eyes met your teary ones and you flashed him a smile, one thinned out instead of the usual full, bright one you always blessed him with.

It was heartbreaking. It made him want to cry. And he did. He didn't realize it, but the tears had begun to slide down his cheeks one after another..

"I'm..so sorry," He said as if he wasn't the only one standing here before you, "..I'm so sorry, Y/n.."

"Why are you apologizing? It's okay, Mui. Don't feel bad. I'm okay.." You croaked, watching with your bottom lip shaking as he neared you. Biting down on the skin when he enveloped you and his sobs filled your ears.

"It's okay. I'm okay. I'm..I.." With a loud hiccup to signal that the dam has broke, you fell apart completely. Body trembling as you leaned into his shoulder, mumbling words of reassurances over and over like a damaged record.

"I'm..fine.. I'm okay.. No need to cry.." You said, but your words comforted neither him or you—if anything, it only made your tears come out in quicker, thicker clumps, completely ruining the little makeup look you had spent an embarrassing amount of time doing.

At some point, you two hit the floor. Neither of you noticed it, but you were curled up in each others arms on the cold, lonely floor. Tears wetting each others' sleeves. It was a mortifying sight. If anyone walked in, there's a chance you'd both be made fun of for being such crybabies over a simple birthday party gone wrong.

But you never left his embarace and he never left yours. You both sat there, tangled in that messy embrace and sobbing, heavy feelings weighing in both of your hearts.

Dividers were made by me, pictures used are from Pinterest, post formatting is inspired by @xxsabitoxx

[softxsuki]

Hallo~ I’m not sure if urgent requests are even open~

But, uhm. Could you please write Kyojuro fluff and comfort abt gro*ming? It’s been something I’ve struggled with for a few years by now. While it wasn’t anything too bad, it was still traumatizing. I was often talked about inappropriate subjects online and was vented to by the person. I feel kinda dirty and shit.

anyways, uhm. If you’re not open for urgent requests, then take your time :). Thank you so much!! Love your works <33

Rengoku Comforts Reader Who Has Been Gr**med

Please don't read if mentions of gr**ming is more triggering for you than comforting please! I don't go into detail with it, but please proceed with caution!

| Pairing: Rengoku x Gn!Reader (PLATONIC) | Genre: Comfort | Post-Type: Headcanon | Word Count: 470 |

Warning: Very brief mentions of gr**ming, mentions of an older man talking inappropriately to someone under age, trauma

Note: Hi DB! Sorry for the wait. It's always a struggle for me to jump back into my writing after not writing for a while. I also don't think I've written much for Rengoku as a whole, so I'm pretty rusty still. Regardless, I hope this provides you with even a drop of comfort after going though this kind of situation. I made it platonic since I wasn't sure what you wanted with that, and I also tried to make it fit the DS universe rather than modern time, it's just how I prefer to write for DS, so I hope that's okay! Thank you for your support <3 Hope you enjoy!

Rengoku:

Kyojuro is an upstanding man who looks to protect those under him

So when he found out about your situation in receiving letters from a man who was older than you–too old for you, he took action quickly

He could immediately sense what was wrong with the picture, an older man having inappropriate conversations with you, who was much younger, as if it was normal…

Many questions formed in his head. How did you get in this situation? Had you realized right away what was going on or did it start to feel wrong over time? Who was this guy anyway?

Seeing how shaken you looked speaking to him about it, Kyojuro took you in his arms in a tight hug, his warmth immediately consuming you

You were his student, someone he had sworn to protect and teach–how could he have not noticed this was happening?

He’s already looking for ways to track this man down to give him a stern talking to and making sure he doesn’t do this with anyone else, hoping to put a stop to it before the man decides to take things even further next time

“You’re okay. It’s unfortunate someone of his age has resorted to such gross techniques in conversing so graphically to someone under the age of consent,” he says with a sigh, gently patting your back as he continues to hug you.

“This isn’t your fault, Y/N. I failed as your superior to notice something was going on. I should have been more vigilant so you didn’t have to experience something like this. I will find him and ensure justice is restored. He’ll be locked away and known as an outcast in his village. This I vow to you.”

He’d pull away from the hug and glance at you with a smile, patting your head gently

As the man of justice that he is, just know he will track this guy down and make him pay for traumatizing you

From that moment forward, he’s more aware of the letters you receive, hoping it’s just from your family, or friends who were your age and you knew

Kyojuro becomes your support through the days moving forward, continuously reassuring you that you did nothing wrong and it was only the man’s fault for targeting someone who couldn’t tell what he was doing was inappropriate

Tells you countless times that you aren't dirty or ruined, you're still you, his precious student; his view on you has remained entirely that same

He does a great job at keeping your mind off it though. Taking you on strolls through nearby villages where he introduces you to some people closer to your age that you’d make great friends with, as well as being his joyful self

He makes you feel safe and secure, the light of his flame surrounding you almost as a shield, ready to burn anyone that even thinks about hurting you physically or mentally ever again

You’re in VERY capable, warm hands

Posted: 7/8/2024

[iaminpainfr]

Sharkgirl reader x kny again! :3

Considering a "demon" like you is rare and not dangerous (you're just a gremlin) like nezuko, except that you don't need a muzzle, you're free to like, talk to people I guess. I mean they're still cautious.

And I also have 2 hashira thoughts about you, though, so:

Mitsuri thinks you're very adorable, actually. She fawns over your tail, and your piercings, fangs, anything else, the fact that you're playful with her is even better. She loves you.

Giyuu thinks you're odd at first, he didn't trust you, obviously cause you're weird and you're a demon, but he warmed up to you, since he's the water hashira.... He doesn't like it when you urge him to go swimming with you though.

I have many many many more thoughts about Sharkgirl reader, and just wanted to share more.

[linoju]

Dating Kyojuro Rengoku headcanons

cuddling is a given. as a hashira, he's constantly out on dangerous missions so he's extra clingy when he's home with you. cuddling or having you next to him was a given when you're together

do NOT go with this man on festival dates you will lose him. he's too fast and very indecisive because he wants to do and get a little bit of everything. the next time you go together, he holds your hand, but was still hard to keep up with. "(y/n) they're selling sweet potatoes that way!" "okay wait slow do-" "nevermind look at those fish! do you think we can eat them for dinner?" "what the fuck."

i hc that he doesn't call you pet names. he likes to keep things simple and call you by your first name because why would he? he loves hearing and saying your name already!

was awkward like really awkward in the first few weeks of your relationship. now that you're dating, he can kiss or touch you whenever he wants. but he still doesn't know how to initiate it so sometimes he kinda just stares at you. with that smile. you were a tad bit scared for your life. "…did i do something wrong or…" "I WOULD LIKE US TO KISS! RIGHT NOW!"

dumbass. (affectionate)

so yeah to save him the embarrassment you were the one initiating kisses before he started getting real comfortable. and boy did he get real comfortable

speaking of him being embarrassing this man is EMBARRASSINGGG expect nothing less from someone who would shout "yummy!" every bite they'd take of a meal. his regular speaking voice is loud already so whenever you're out and he's professing his love, literally everyone near you can and will hear. you've had your fair share of old people giggling and going "oh my!"

doesn't get jealous or malicious or NOTHIN he's so secure in his relationship. if you argue with him and insult him in the heat of the moment he straight up just goes "you don't mean that! :D" and you're just in disbelief cuz like he's right and hurrrsadjkkfh

he's dealt with one too many scoldings in his life from his father. he'll let you lash out on him for a bit, but he's happy that you two are close enough that he knows he can speak up if you go too far when you're upset at him.

such a safe space, and such a loving and thoughtful boyfriend. tonight you'll make him his favorite meal. his newest mission has something to do with a train, and it's more dangerous than his usual operations. but you'll be ready with freshly made dinner, awaiting his loud greeting and warm cuddles.

[sugoi-writes]

Laundry Day, Part 2 - Sanemi x F!Reader

TW: Olfactophilia/osmolagnia not strongly mentioned, but implied. N(s)fw. Mentions of pregnancy that is very brief. Fingering/penetration. Some man handling and degradation if you SQUINT. Intended to be the conclusion of the first part.

A/N I've gotten a lot of sweet comments thank you ;w; lemme know if yall want more, and what characters you want me to write for (KNY mainly). I'm leaving my box open dudbsisjsjsgsjzaj

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"I'm glad... because I've had my eyes on you too, Sanemi..."

The tension that was mounting between the two of you was nearly tipping you over the edge. A smirk had started forming on Sanemi's face, stretching deviously.

"...really now? Haven't noticed..." Your peer teases, his hands going behind his back. He was definitely taunting you.

Before you had the chance to reply or just kiss him already, you hear the sliding door attempt to open. Before you can process it properly, Sanemi has you by your shoulders, and flings you onto your back. You flail as you hit the floor, legs splayed wildly.

You've been pinned down, and his hand goes to fly over your mouth before you can protest. Thank Gods the door is locked... and bless them for allowing you to be trapped under this beast of a man.

"Sanemi-sama! I've come to inform you that dinner will be finished at nightfall!," a small voice chimes. You and Sanemi are familiar, and know it's one of Ubuyashiki's attendants.

Sanemi looks to you, then the door, grunting out," Alright, alright! Be down in a minute!" he retorts hastily.

You can almost sense how low the attendant bows, as a "Very good, sir. Have a great evening," is given in return. After a tense few seconds, the footsteps soften, before completely disappearing.

Once Sanemi knew that no one was in ear shot, he looks back towards you, as if to say something... but his words freeze in his throat.

There you were, layed out before him, your breath ragged. Your eyes had all but glazed over with a familiar haze, one of your legs lifted... leaving very little to his imagination.

Sanemi's eyebrows raise. Huh... he didn't peg you as the type to like being manhandled...

Both of your hands were around his wrist, brows knit with frustration as he muffles your breathy noises. He smirks again, slowly leaning in. What a sight you were for his hungry eyes...

"Right...," Sanemi drawls, his hand uncovering your mouth," I guess you've been waiting long enough..."

The moment Sanemi is connected with you, the heat in your chest, your face, and now your loins, skyrockets. You're surprised at how swift and passionate the kiss is, making your breath desperate and uneven.

You try to push up on your elbows, before you hit the floor again. A trained hand is hooked under your knee, the other pushing down on your shoulder. Your yelp is swallowed in Sanemi's seering kiss, his tongue taking the opportunity the push past your parted lips. He pinned you, again, and you weren't going anywhere.

This was definitely leaning towards the "latter option" you've hoped for...

The two of you part, if only for a few moments, to recollect yourselves. Saliva is swiped away from your lip by a calloused thumb, Sanemi smirking down at you.

You chuckle breathlessly, cocking your head up at him,"... haha.. sorry... it's just weird... not saying that I actually like you... verbally... before all of this started..." You rasp, before Sanemi's brow softens.

You're surprised by a chaste, sweeter kiss to your lips, before his eager smile returns to his face," Don't worry; y'didn't have to," he practically pants out, kissing you quickly again," 'Didn't have to... because your body already told me."

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You groan as feel Sanemi's bare length grind against you, your head spinning. Hands are squeezing and caressing everything they can for both parties. Nemi's seeing it all. He's LOVING it all. But as a restrained moan leaves him again, he pulls away from your neck, looking directly at you.

"Hey-- hey. Before we get carried away--" Sanemi groans, your kisses assaulting his neck," I need-- ughhnn-- I need to know that you're serious about this!!"

You pause, if only for a moment,"...But Nemi~," you pant out, hands running across his wide back," ...does my body not say it for me...~?" You lightly tease, suckling on a spot you found to be particularly sensitive. This earns you an annoyed, yet pleased grunt. 

Sanemi manipulates you away by tugging a fistful of your hair, making your breath hitch.

"...I know. But THIS is more than just a confession.... I wanna hear you say it." Sanemi says firmly, the grip in your hair just as firm.

You mewl softly, the hair pull making your core tense up," F-Fine... i-- I want you to go... further... please."

Sanemi's eyes have a lilt of mischief to them, as he pulls your hair back more. Now with your neck fully exposed, he goes to litter it with featherlight kisses.

"...good... and if it crosses a line... what's your cue?" You chuckle through a moan, eyes rolling slightly," I'll just say s-stop...?" A harsh tug at your hair tells you that 'stop' isn't good enough.

"F-Fine-- ngggh, I-I'll say... I'll mention the laundry again--," you groan, as Sanemi's assault becomes more passionate. You can feel small bruises developing on your skin from his antics.

"I-If you say laundry, I'll stop immediately, then," Sanemi concludes, before pulling away from your neck. For a moment, the two of you take a chance to sneak glances at each other's bodies, laid bare to one another.

Sanemi's physique was not only impressive, but VERY very tantilizing... you absent-mindedly dig your nails into his back, just to keep him from leaning further away.

Sanemi's breath is airy, a little labored, but his eyes don't leave you for a second. His hands come up to carrass and squeeze your hips as he takes in every curve and scar one more time.

Sanemi looks back to your eyes, the same haziness you saw in the laundry room now reflected in your eyes. And that alone set the message: you were ready.

"...lay back. I'll take it from here...," he commands softly, watching as you lowered yourself onto your back.

By this point, the mound between your legs was practically gushing, but he knew not to get hasty... A single digit comes down to run up your slit, making your toes curl. FINALLY, you thought!

A cautious finger traces your entrance, before circling back up higher to toy with your clit. Your breath hitches before a delicious mewl escapes you, hands falling limp by your head as he teases and helps you relax.

His minstrations, while not long, were able to get you acclimated and well prepared for what would come next. Your mind had became foggy by this point, as you were reeling from the pleasure you were keening for.

You had lost count of the fingers that entered you, until they left your sex. You practically whimpered at the loss.

By the time you had opened your eyes to look at him again, Sanemi was repositioned between your legs, using some if your juices to lube himself up. Your heart skips a beat... you were finding out that you were into A LOT more than you thought tonight...

"Ready for this?," Sanemi says confidently, flashing you a steady, reassuring smile. You swallow hard, a little too excited to see what this Hashira could do.

You nod, your eyes flicking downward. While he certainly was a tease and a scoundrel... he definitely had the cock to match that attitude. You breathe deeply in and out as Sanemi gets himself into position, trying to spread your legs as widely as you could muster.

Sanemi's shoulders come up under both of you legs, hiking them towards your chest. You panic slightly, the position making you flush from embarrassment... but with the look he was giving you, how could you turn down a mating press?

When Sanemi finally enters you, your head lolls back, amazed by the warmth and stretch that felt down below. He makes sure to restrain himself, but even without his full member, you were already feeling fuller.

It wasn't until Sanemi buried himself to the hilt that the both of you exhaled shakily. You noticed that Sanemi's teeth were grit, brows furrowed from holding back. You smile meekly up to him, reaching out to cup his cheek after a few tense moments of stillness.

"...'Nemi...," you coo, his gaze snapping back to your eyes," It's okay. You can move."

And move he did!

Much like the kiss, his pace took you completely by surprise, your arms falling limp again. All you could do was gasp and cry out, his thrusts leaving little else for you to do but take it.

While you knew that this could hurt, especially if you aren't careful... this felt like nothing but pure ecstacy. Your eyes flicker about your peer: his glistening abdomen, and how his muscles rippled with every thrust. The sweat running down his toned, shredded body... Furthermore, how even the muscles in his neck were at work, making sure he was breathing deeply ans properly. Hold habits never die, in battle or in the bedroom...

You feel a hand come up to grab one of your bouncing breasts. Sanemi was squeezing it hastily, before tweaking and pinching your pert nipple. You cry out again, as the stimulation from both your chest and cunt were syncing up. You were mere moments from babbling, the feeling of pleasure building in your core was almost overwhelming you.

This wasn't a small crush. This may have been even more than just lust... this was a feeling that you hoped you'd never lose the memory of.

You whined as Sanemi hammered away at your sex, the angle he struck changing until he finally found the spot that made you squeal.

Your hand races up to cover your mouth, fearful that someone could hear, before it's slapped away. Instead, Sanemi shoves two large fingers into your mouth, grinning like a maniac.

"Th-The only one-- Hah! --that's shutting you up... who CAN shut you up-- rrgghh-- is ME, dammit!"

The tone and delivery has you quaking under Sanemi, your scream of bliss muffled by your partner's fingers. As if to show him what you could do, you begin to lick and suckle on his fingers. You swore you saw his eyelids flutter as he moaned. Oh NOW you're teasing him, he thought.

His pace picks up, the sound of skin slapping skin becoming amplified.

"Y'gonna cum, aren't you??? Gonna come undone because of this cock, huh?!" Sanemi spits, lust and venom dripping from his words. You couldn't even nod as you ground your hips back to meet his thrusts, a particularly wanton moan escaping you. You clamp down around him as he keeps thrusting away.

You made up your mind: If you were going to cum, he was going to, too.

Sanemi curses, his tough-guy facade cracking, as his thrusts become sloppier in your tight hole.

"Sh-Shit-- fuck!! You little--!!!"

You're grinning, still slurping and milking his fingers as if they were his cock. Sanemi's tongue practically dangles out of his mouth, as a mantra of curses and groans leaves him.

He hasn't said your name yet. But when he does, his hand leaves your mouth and latches onto your breast, as if bracing himself.

Your freed mouth is relishing the moment, whimpering and moaning as you feel yourself getting so close to the edge.

"-Nemi! Nemi~" you cry out," Pl-Please--! Ughhn, please!!"

Sanemi's eyes slam open, his resolve almost gone," Gonna-- fuck, I'm gonna-- ugh, you little shit--!"

Right as you spill over the edge, Sanemi pulls out hastily. His hips grind against your thigh before you feel his hot seed coating them in thick ropes. He can't be getting his fellow Hashira pregnant... YET.

You can't tease him about this, as Sanemi's fingers fly back inside your cunt to milk your orgasm for all its worth.

Your hands fly up to push him away, or to make him slow down, but his pursuit of your inner, velvety walls is relentless. You feel tears bubbling up in your eyes, before Sanemi stills his fingers inside you.

He's panting from exhaustion, his head falling against your shoulder," M'bad... ahhn... my bad..." he apologizes, kissing your neck sweetly as he's coming down from his own high. He noticed the overstimulation he was causing you, and had the sense to ease up on you.

You smile weakly, your hands coming up to pat his back," It's-- nnnghh... it's okay, Nemi... I had-- a LOT of fun..."

You hear Sanemi laugh, kissing your neck again before pulling his fingers out of you. You hiss at the emptiness, the soreness starting to settle into your thighs and abdomen. You had climaxed pretty hard just now...

Sanemi, to top things off, wantonly licks his fingers clean, before pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"I dont... haha... I have NO idea where this is gonna go..." Sanemi admits, grinning blissfully," W-We're... both super busy... and throwing ourselves at danger... but..."

Sanemi leans his forehead against yours, as you bring your hands up to cup his face.

"But Y/N... I think I like where this is going so far...," Sanemi chuckles, the sultry tone in his voice dulling down to a more lighthearted, tender tone.

You practically giggle, pressing your lips to his again, as you close your eyes," M-Me too... me too. Who knew there was this much to laundry day?" You joked, making Sanemi snort.

He sits up, grinning as he notices your current underwear looped around your right ankle," Speaking of which..."

He stands up momentarily, going to fetch something before throwing it at your stomach.

"...you can have these back, I guess," Sanemi says sarcastically. You look to see the underwear he stole is on your chest.

He twirls your most recently stolen pair around his finger, before grinning," But these...? These are mine, now."

You whine, shoving your used underwear off of you," And what should I wear to dinner, then?!," you retort, your face warm from embarrassment.

"Well... if you don't have anything left clean for now... go commando," Sanemi offers, a grin returning to his face," It'll make what we do later easier without them anyway."

Your face explodes with a deep crimson as Sanemi actually laughs, lightly kicking your leg.

"I'm kidding, Im kidding... mostly."

You roll your eyes, sitting up," If we do ANYTHING later... you owe me for taking my underwear!" You quip, standing up shakily. Sanemi goes to steady you, a kiss pressed to your cheek.

"Oh don't worry... I'll definitely make it worth your while."

And yet again, your mind is flooded with possibilities, as the two of you figure out how to make yourselves presentable again.

This was probably the most productive Hashira meeting you've had in a LONG time... and hopefully, it won't be your last.

[diorvexyy]

When the time comes...

A/N: This multiverse has been on my mind for quite some time now, so why not try to post it here on tumblr ig 😅 This is just a sneak peak cause I'm not sure if the multiverse on my mind will workout or not cause it has a lot (LIKE ALOT) of characters in there.

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"So, that's the breathing style I made! What do you think?" the young man asked, looking at his dark red hair friend.

"It's nice," he complimented,

"..."

"..."

"What's it called?" the young brunette man looked at him, bewildered. He can't understand why his friend, Yoriichi, is just standing in front of him with an expressionless face, "My friend, I made a new breathing style! And you're just going to ask what it's called? I'm going to pass these techniques to my descendants and you're just standing there asking what it's called?! Are you kidding me?!" The young man exclaimed at his expressionless friend.

"Takahashi-san, the breathing technique you made is really nice. It's good that you applied your clan's ability to your breathing technique," Yoriichi paused and thought about what to say next, "What's it called?"

The young Takahashi paused for a moment, giving it a thought. That's the only name he can name the breathing technique, no? Even if he doesn't want to name it in honor of his filthy ancestor, he really doesn't have a choice.

"Lighting, it's called the Lighting Breathing Technique."

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A/N: So, this sneak peak is a flashback of the multiverse I'm thinking about. Worry not, this is absolutely an x reader fic. It's just that the main character (the reader) is not in here since it's a flashback. You can reblog, like, and comment if you want this to become a series :))

[lonefloric]

Muichiro is such a cute lover.

He gets a little jealous when you interact with the kakushi or slayers. He doesn't like your attention being divided or solely on someone who isn't him.

He adores you deeply, a little shy, but enjoys your company as his fellow hashira.

He likes to ask you to join him in different activities when you both have free time. He grabs your hand a gently pulls you along as he decides if he wants to fly paper planes or watch the clouds drift.

He folds planes just for you that match your favorite color and pattern. Honestly, he doesn't make them to fly but rather for you to keep. He'll make two of the same planes, one to fly and one to keep.

cloud watching is definitely more of a relaxing activity. One to wind down after missions. The clouds drift across the sky slowly, occasionally forming things that one of you would point out to the other.

[luxthestrange]

KNY Incorrect quotes#121 It's always the cute ones...

Soft!Y/n: I scare people & demons a lot because I walk very softly and they don't hear me enter rooms

Soft!Y/n: So when they turn around, I'm just kind of there and their fear fuels me~

Sane:...Please have my children-

Part 3 of:

[uhzuku]

— 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 ; 𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐨, 𝐳𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐮 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐚, 𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐚.

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 !! — the nights had grown long and cold, and what better way to warm up after two weeks of hunting demons without a break than the four of you curling into one another next to the fire hidden by trees?

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 !! — tanjiro kamado/f!reader, inosuke hashibira/f!reader, zenitsu agatsuma/f!reader.

𝐰𝐜 !! — 3.25k.

𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 !! — nsfw ; minors dni.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 !! — canon noncompliant, long haired zenitsu, long haired tanjiro, long haired inosuke, demon slayer!reader, forest sex, polyamory, previously established relationship, biting, licking, kissing, mxm, fxm, fxmxmxm, hair pulling, begging, growling, competition play, domesticity mentions.

— 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐦𝐞 !!

“Are we almost home yet? I’m tired.”

After hours of walking together after a less than stellar hunt for demons that ended with all four of them bruised and banged up, you all were finally going home. The two demons that turned out to be a nest of at least thirty plus the two strongest ones had kicked their asses for a good hour or so before you had finally managed to send her blade through the neck of the male nest leader. The female demon had followed her partner in death thanks to Zenitsu’s quick movements, and the panicked scurrying from the other demons at the sight of their leaders’ bodies lying decapitated made it more than easy for the four of you to kill the rest of them and set out for home. 

“Inosuke, you and I both know that you know the woods around our house like the back of your hand — does this look like the wooded area that surrounds our house?” Tanjiro’s voice, usually so soft and easy, was sharp and annoyed, and he didn’t even look back at the man carrying his boar’s head under his arm. Of course, it wasn’t like he was wrong — he’d caught sight of Inosuke chasing you through the trees, oftentimes with both of you naked and always with Inosuke’s long hair whipping behind him, more than he could ever remember as he did yardwork or hung up laundry; Inosuke had also made sure to learn the lay of the land after they moved there and while they built their house so he’d know every possible place to look if someone got lost. 

“Yeah, Inosuke, don’t be dumb,” Zenitsu mutters, still clutching a hand to his aching ribs. Already put out by how Tanjiro had responded, Inosuke lets out a low growl and lunges at him, and the pair both drop what they’re holding and tussle around on the ground while arguing. Zenitsu’s long hair, normally put together in a blocky braid, is messed up immediately as he’s slammed into the forest floor while he wrestles with his lover. Tanjiro groans then drops his own gear and joins them, initially trying to pull them apart but eventually getting so annoyed once his own long hair ( that you had taken special care to put together into a bun ) was ruined that he can’t help but join in, snarling soft-handed insults that get thrown back in his face. It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence, the three men arguing and/or wrestling each other, and they weren’t actually trying to hurt each other, but it still annoyed the fourth member of their relationship all the same. 

“All three of you, stop it!” you finally snarled, making the three freeze in place from their spots on the ground. Dirt is smeared over their clothes and faces, and Inosuke’s boar’s head mask is laying discarded about a foot away from them. “We’re all fucking tired, this hunt was shitty, so let’s set up camp for the night and finish the trek back tomorrow. Don’t take your feelings out on each other like a bunch of children.” The three men each had the common decency to look ashamed and didn’t say another word for a while, even after you had decided on a nice spot of flat ground to set up camp in. Tanjiro just quietly started a fire and tended to it in between setting up the area they were going to sleep in while Zenitsu went to get water from the creek he’d heard nearby, Inosuke hunted whatever animals he felt like eating meat from, and you unpacked what few vegetables the four of you had left to prepare for a less than perfect dinner. 

Before long everyone had come back from their respective duties, Zenitsu with more than enough water and Inosuke with a buck slung over his shoulders, and everyone had sat down to prepare what they could. Zenitsu began boiling the water that he’d brought back, and Tanjiro began peeling whatever vegetables you placed in front of him while you chose from the herbs and seasonings that you’d managed to gather over the past few weeks and Inosuke began dutifully skinning the buck he’d killed, his fingers rummaging through the soft underbelly and pulling out the innards with a seasoned understanding of how the dirty job worked. All of this was done in silence save the natural sounds of the forest, the crackling of the fire, and the bubbling of the water in the pot atop it; normally the silence would be broken by the four of them happily conversing, but the two weeks the four of them had spent together had worn them all down, it seemed. 

The silence continues in an almost overbearing way until you’re surprised by the feeling of a big, callused hand slipping its way beneath the waistband of your pants, carefully teasing your clothed pussy until a small wet spot soaked through the fabric enough for the man behind you to feel it. His fingers hooked around your panties and swiftly met your hot pussy, not hesitating for a second before plunging into your wet heat. You let out a cry at the feeling of being filled, and the heavy growl behind you is the only thing you need to hear to know just who was teasing you like this. 

Inosuke’s thick fingers curl teasingly against your insides, and you can hear him chuckling as your breathing gets short and shaky, your hips rolling into his touch as he pulls you closer and closer to orgasm. The work-roughened pads of his fingers dance across the sensitive spot hidden inside you. “Fuck, fuck, fuck — ‘Nosuke, please, ‘m gonna cum-!” you whine, and he just laughs quietly behind you. 

“That’s the plan,” he says, kissing gently at your pulse point and sucking at a sensitive spot on your neck as you grind down into his touch. 

“F-Fuck, yes, yes! C-Cumming!” you moan, nearly grabbing the hot rim of the pot before he stops you and holds you tight against himself as your body trembles and shakes through your climax. 

“Inosuke, wait until we get home instead of getting even dirtier in the woods,” Tanjiro chides through a smile, interrupting the ‘moment’ while watching with slightly dilated pupils as Inosuke brings his glistening hand up to his mouth and begins to lick your cum from his fingertips. 

“Sorry, was hungry’nd didn't wanna wait,” he grins, and Tanjiro’s cheeks redden slightly and his pupils dilate more; he can smell the scent of his female lover’s arousal and cum seeping through the silk cloth of her panties as she shakily stirred the venison stew that she’d hastily thrown together, and his cock ached in his pants at the thought of getting home and fucking her until neither of them could walk. The smell of precum leaking into both Inosuke and Zenitsu’s underwear on either side of him gets him harder in his own pants, and he digs his teeth into his bottom lip. Later, he thinks to himself as the flavour dots of blood that welled up once he bit down hard enough exploded against his taste buds, I can wait until later.

They were warm now, all curled up together in the grass and leaves. Inosuke ran as hot as a small furnace like always, and even though he wasn’t as cold as he could have been Tanjiro found himself taking part in the drowsy tumble to try and press close to him where he lay in the middle of the sleep pile that the four of you always found yourselves in, whether at home in the massive custom bed that Zenitsu himself had had commissioned in the city closest to where you all lived; it fit you all easily with more than enough room to spare, and you all had your set spots in it, but when you were all out in the wilds for work sleep was essentially a free for all for best spot, just like tonight had been. You and Zenitsu had both gotten closest to Inosuke tonight, with you taking the warmest spot by sandwiching yourself between both Inosuke and Tanjiro himself, and it eased Tanjiro’s mind knowing that you were safely sheltered by both his and one of his other lovers’ bodies, and through easing his mind it eased him into a deep, comfortable sleep. 

An hour or so later he blinks the sleep out of his eyes wearily, both exhausted and confused as to what had woken him up. Your chest was pressed to his with your back comfortably against Inosuke’s with the other man snoring away with one of his arms thrown over Zenitsu’s waist. The moon is high in the night sky, swimming amongst a sea of stars and  signalling that he was supposed to be sleeping, but he tiredly peers into the darkness in fear that some unknown threat had awoken him. 

Instead he’s shocked fully awake by the sound of you whining and the feeling of you palming him through his underwear, your knowing fingers playing with his hardened bulge in ways that only you knew how. He bucks up into your touch instinctively, his eyes squeezing shut as you teasingly rub your thumb over his sensitive cockhead through the cloth of his underwear, and he moans softly. He gets a giggle in return and his eyes shoot open as you sit up and began pulling at the waist of his pants. Staring at you in the dark, he can see the way your eyes glitter in the moonlight and he gets lost in them as he lifts his hips and helps you get his pants down, his thick cock springing free and slapping wetly against his toned stomach. His hands find their way onto your hips and settle there as you straddle him and line your entrance up with his length, and he faintly laughs on the inside as he remembers how he’d told himself to wait. 

I guess it’s technically later, he thinks right before you sink down onto him, taking him all and completely wiping out his thought process as his eyes widen from the feeling of his aching length being surrounded by your wet heat. His immediate reaction is to sit up and throw one thick arm around your waist while holding himself up with the other as your happy sigh fills the cool hair in the form of a soft white puff; rocking against him at first, you begin to easily bounce on his cock and throw your arms around his shoulders, holding him close and whimpering against his neck as his tip rubs along your sweet spot with each bounce. 

A sudden jolt rouses Zenitsu from his deep sleep, the blonde brushing his long, messy bangs up and out of his eyes while he looks over his shoulder to see what one earth had woken him. His eyes widen and he tenses up when he sees the way you’re gripping onto Tanjiro’s shoulders and him to your waist, the thick muscles of his lover’s thighs tensing and rippling almost hypnotically as he takes control and thrusts up into your body. Tanjiro’s deep groans fill the air and soft cries fall from your lips, muffled by his shoulder when you gently bite into it to keep from being too loud, and Zenitsu shakily palms at his own bulge for some sense of relief when he hears the borderline beast-like growl that falls from Tanjiro’s mouth through clenched teeth at the feeling of your own digging into his shoulder. 

He watches for a bit longer, mentally debating over whether or not he was willing to interrupt them to join in before the ache in his underwear beneath the blanket he was sharing with Inosuke makes the decision for him. Before he’s even really aware of what he’s doing he’s already by where you and Tanjiro are grinding together, kicking his underwear from where they’d tangled around his ankles and letting his thick cock slap against your lips, poking gently against your tongue when it hits right as you cry out. Your eyes widen and your tongue instinctively swirls around his sensitive cockhead as he whimpers and thrusts shakily into your mouth, all while Tanjiro nips his way across your heaving chest and collarbones. The three of you more or less collapse into a mess of limps, scratches, kisses and bites, groaning loudly without a care in the world thanks to the fact that all three of you knew the only other person in these woods was Inosuke, who was sleeping a little bit aways from you all — or was, considering the blanket was now crumpled up into a tiny tangled mess at the foot of the little nest the four of you had been sleeping in. 

Your shrill shriek echoes through the woods, muffled by Zenitsu’s length as he greedily rolls his hips up into your face, his balls slapping hard enough to sting as they strike against your chin as Tanjiro fucks up into you slower and Inosuke begins tonguing at your asshole through a deep chuckle while one handedly opening a bottle of oil, his other hand holding one of your asscheeks apart from the other so he could bury his face between them. Once the top of the bottle of oil pops off and goes flying somewhere into the nearby trees and he decides he’s tasted enough of you, he coats two of his fingers in the oil and begins teasingly prodding at your asshole, careful to follow Tanjiro’s manic thrusts so he didn’t hurt you. With a groan, Tanjiro’s thrusts stutter to a stop, giving Inosuke the chance he was waiting for to properly stretch your hole.

“So much for waiting ‘til we got home, huh?” he asks teasingly, aggressively scissoring his fingers in your ass and making you wail into the root of Zenitsu’s cock as the blond continues fucking your face. 

Tanjiro shrugs, a blush heating up his cheeks. “Just hurry up and stick your cock in her,” he mumbles, and she whimpers around Zenitsu’s pulsing length; he was close, you could tell, and it only made you clench around Tanjiro’s cock, because you wanted his heavy load to slide down your throat, wanted to roll the thick cream around in your mouth. Tanjiro growled at the feeling, and as Inosuke spread even more oil along his own cock he said, “If you don’t fucking do it now, you won’t get to at all.”

“Fine, fine — hypocrite,” Inosuke grumbles, pressing the fat head of his slicked up cock against your twitching asshole before carefully pressing it inside, your eyes widening at the feeling of such a full pressure inside — and he wasn’t even all the way in yet!

One of Inosuke’s callus-roughened hands palms and squeezes at her ass as he pushes his length all the way to the hilt inside her, and then he rears a hand back and sends it crashing down across her asscheeks. A high pitch squeal is muffled by Zenitsu’s cock, and he moans shakily as the vibrations travel up his sensitive flesh. 

“F-Fuck — fuck, yes!” he grunts, the speed of his thrusts quickening as he approaches orgasm, and the sight below him of his two boyfriends and his girlfriend all roiling together in a moaning, fucking mess gets to him. He withdraws from her mouth and fists his spit-slicked cock feverishly, his cheeks burning with exertion as he lowly rambles, “Gonna cum — oh fuck, oh gods, oh fuck! So good, so hot — baby!” 

You close your eyes and open your mouth just in time for three shots of cum to land inside while the rest splatters across your face, dripping down your foreheads and cheeks like hot, thick rain. A hot tongue licks up a line of Zenitsu’s trickling cum from your face before a hand turns your face into a searing open-mouthed kiss that makes the ever-present knot in your tummy tighten that much more, and gentle thumbs wipe away the cum on your eyelids so you can open your eyes again. You lay your eyes on Inosuke, who currently has his tongue in your mouth, and your tongues toy around with Zenitsu’s cum while the blond drops to his knees and nips at a moaninn Tanjiro’s jawline, the man you were riding gripping Zenitsu’s chin and turning him to face him before kissing him as well. Your body, Inosuke’s, and Tanjiro’s still roll together heatedly, with Zenitsu’s quick fingers pinching and scratching at whatever sensitive spots they could reach. 

As you and Inosuke both swallow down an even share of the cum you’d caught in your mouth, Zenitsu breaks apart from Tanjiro so he can kiss you, his mouth and cheeks hot from the excitement the four of you were sharing. Inosuke and Tanjiro both lean over you so they can kiss as well, and you whine into your kiss with Zenitsu as the two men still buried inside you pick up the pace. 

You wail into Zenitsu’s mouth, faintly thinking about pouting as he kisses you harder, then screech as Inosuke and Tanjiro’s formerly opposing thrusts get so messy that they sync up. You scream and moan into Zenitsu’s mouth until you pull away by throwing your head back with a desperate cry, and he latches his mouth onto Inosuke’s neck and begins to suck at a sensitive spot there, making your beast of a man cry out for the first time rather than grunt and whisper out how good it felt. He shoots a hand back from where it had rested on your hip, and he closes it tightly around Zenitsu’s cock, jerking it hard despite how sensitive he knew the blond was. Zenitsu fell against his back with a cry, and Inosuke laughed breathily as his thrusts grew even sloppier than before. He could feel his balls drawing up, and he fought the urge to let his eyes cross, unlike Tanjiro who was more than willing to let his own roll back in his head as he came with a loud cry. 

The feeling of Tanjiro filling you up with cum and Inosuke continuing to fuck you with the stamina of  some rabid beast is what finally sets you off, and you cum with a strangled moan. Your noises, mixed with Tanjiro’s groans and Zenitsu’s high pitched cries, echo through the trees, startling some birds and no doubt sending other game running through the brush. Your pussy clenches around Tanjiro’s length, milking it of all the cum it could spare, and as he pulls out so he can watch the flood of his cum follow Inosuke lets out a hoarse roar and fills up your ass, the feeling of Tanjiro’s twitching dick sliding along the sensitive underside of his own through the thin layer of flesh between your ass and pussy being too much.

His orgasm also lets him lose control of his grip, which tightens exponentially around Zenitsu’s cock and triggers the blond’s second orgasm; he cries out as his hot cum splatters across all of your bodies before collapsing into the pile of limbs and teeth, tiredly allowing you to weakly nibble at his ear as you’re all ushered back to the area where you were supposed to be sleeping. 

It’s still late. The moon is still high and surrounded by stars. And the four of you still have quite the trek to make before you reach home. 

𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐨𝐜𝐭. 𝟑 ; 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐱. 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 © { 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐 } 𝐛𝐲 𝐗𝐈𝐀𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐂. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭.

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𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐨; “𝐋𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐫. 𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮!”

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬! f!reader, fingering, tit sucking, kissing, squirting

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧! May I suggest Makio and line 11 for your ask game.

Nudging your fingers into Makio's squishy, soaking wet pink cunt. You flick her soft nipple with your tongue. Her fat breast suffocates you, covering your mouth and nose. You groan into her squishy fat, biting down till she whines.

Makio fondles your cheek, caressing your side., massaging your cheek again. Unable to keep her hand still. Makio gropes every part of you she can reach. "Don't stop nnn! Wanna cum. Don't stopgonnacum!" She pumps her fingers faster, your cunt squelching.

You're dripping down your thighs, your cunt clenching all four of her slender fingers. Makio rubs your clit faster, keeping the same toe-curling pressure. Her plush tit muffles your moans.

It feels so good to bury yourself in her soft squish, to play with her soft wet pussy. You focus on massaging that spot inside her that has her soaking wet cunt clenching around your fingers.

You squeeze her hip, your fingers sinking into the squishy crease. Makio tugs on your hair encouraging you to pull away from her tit with a soft pop. She brings you in for a passionate, deep kiss.

She whimpers into your mouth when you slip your tongue past her lips. She's getting so close, you can tell by how her cunt clenches. You break the kiss. "Come on, you can be louder. Let me hear you whine while you squirt." Makio's eyes roll back, her beautiful, soft cunt gushing on your fingers.

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