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I am currently busy with university projects but don't worry, I'll make sure to draw the next comic part for Haganezuka and you (tw angst for real)

Btw, I have an idea with trope of Mall Security Guard x That Random Mall Musician to use with female reader and another Demon Slayer character (male casts) choices are;

- Kyogai

- Any of the Hantengu clones

- other cast (comments below)

p.s. hey wouldn't it be fun if reader was the security instead lol

❝ 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛. ❞

Some drabbles below. Anyway, I am trying some style and colour testing. I put baby Hakuji and Tanjirou in cool and calming color while Akaza in a bright flashing colour to bring out the contrast in it.

I tried making Tanjirou looking soft and reminiscing memories of the past,

While having Akaza staring in perplexed with his all sensory going haywire because of the painful memory that Tanjirou reminds him of that he can't even remember; so hence frustration and confusing resulting to being alarmed and angry.

(Without colour)

Based on the manga panel;

It's the way Tanjirou expression that gets me. He looks at Akaza in a pitiful, sympathetic gaze that is not in an insulting nor looking down on way. It's more like Tanjirou thinks;

" What happened to you? "

Tanjirou recognizes the belief Akaza has rooted from something, an event happening in his human life. In some way, I think Tanjirou has an idea perhaps of why Akaza has such belief, despite the disagreement he has for it.

Even if he has hatred for Akaza, he wonders how could such villain starts as a small pure baby. What happened? What happened to make Akaza turning out like this?

Tanjirou is mostly a forgiving person but when it comes to Akaza, I don't think he will ever forgive nor forget what the demon has done. But remember that Tanjirou is understanding, sympathetic and empathetic.

He doesn't know what happened but he always wants to understand the demons he fought because he knows that they were once humans too. That they had humanity at one point. The real villain here is Muzan and Tanjirou reminds himself of that often. He would never blame the other demons, holding onto the hope and possibility that not every demons wanted to become what they are.

I think the time spent before Tanjirou can meet Akaza again allows the boy to learns more of his enemies. He's met Gyutaro and Daki (Ume), he's met Hantengu...time has allow his heart to slowly toughen and soften, to ignore the seek for revenge in the beginning.

And when Tanjirou meets Akaza again, the hatred comes but so does the pity and sympathy. With bits of sprinkle a question,

" What happened to you? "

Head empty, just thinking of that yes, Mitsuri is the first woman Obanai learns to love, but consider this; Shinobu being the first woman he respects.

Imagine Obanai still not a Hashira yet, going on a group mission with Shinobu leading and he's like "God how come she became a Hashira when she can't even behead a demon most girls in the corps are weak and they don't take this whole things seriously smh"

Then the demon comes and Shinobu only stabs him once and the effect is tremendous, leaving what was once a strong demon to be a writhing, agonizing creature choking for air as his skin turns dull and the scent of wisteria poison lingers in the air, almost like some kind of warning to other nearby demons.

And the unbothered look on her face? The absolute no hesitation??

Good leadership + able to remain composed + smart and strategic + doesn't let her weakness define her capabilities = worthy of respect.

Mitsuri is Obanai's first love, and Shinobu is his first lady friend that he actually genuinely respects and likes.

(bonus that Obanai would trash talk about Giyuu with Shinobu and she constantly shuts him up cause she wants to befriend Giyuu and Obanai has no freaking clue why and what she sees in him. Judging friend but with concern intent).

Another KNY drabble with Obanai but it just came across my mind that some people might think Obanai hates all women and is misogynist -- SHUT UPPP IT'S CALLED TRAUMA FOR A REASON.

I think the correct way to describe how Obanai acts around women would be more 'uncomfortable'. He doesn't dislike them because he thinks men are superior and women are less than men yada yada -- he dislikes women because he was raised in an all women family and treated like a sacrifice for a snake demon.

Hello?? Is that not traumatizing then idk what is. He was a baby even then and grew up in a cage with no contact of outside world! Obviously this caused him to be uncomfortable around women and tends to be awkward.

You know, actually, i really REALLY like that Obanai was saved by Shinjuro and this led him possibly to know Kyoujuro since they were young. Something about a boy that was so used to hypocrite people and then met someone that radiates genuine honesty so much it's baffling. I think that's why Obanai likes Kyoujuro, because everything about him is real and truthful.

The same applies with his attraction to Mitsuri, who has an easily readable expression so lying is not her best forte. Also with Sanemi, due to his unfiltered words.

(oh god Obanai saying Giyuu's face looks like a rat and that's why he doesn't like him is probably because it's hard to know what Giyuu is thinking, so automatically Obanai hates him)

Ah I just thought of Shinobu with her emotions masking! Obanai probably hates her at first, feeling SUPER wary of her cause she's all smiles and sweet and he just has instant flashback AKDNSKSN.

Oh my god. Enemies to besties with Obanai and Shinobu. Besties that talk about swords cause their sword structures are unique. Obanai allowing Shinobu to extract Kaburamaru's poison for test. Shinobu giving special permission for Obanai bringing in Kaburamaru into the butterfly estate cause she knows he keeps his snake friend clean and healthy.

Shinobu, without realising it, helps Obanai to interact with girls more after spending time with each other. Obanai, offering support and encouragement for Shinobu when she feels insecure of her lack of physical strength.

(I'd say enemies to besties cause Obanai hates people that masked their intentions with sweet words and would word something like 'I hate fake women like you: and Shinobu misunderstood his hostility as a superior feeling against women then the aggressive tension between them is WILD until maybe they had a talk about their pasts)

Obanai appreciates honest people y'all, in a nutshell.

Kanao's hands keep shaking, her fingers repeatedly fail to keep a tight grasp upon the hairpin. She manages to catch the butterfly ornament quick before it hits the ground.

She tries again. Hair strands fisting around the side of her head, the clip is supposed to be slides in -- and she drops it again.

If she could've sob, she probably would have.

A bigger, more calloused and scarred hand catches the pin for her. Kanao watches the Wind Hashira switch glances from her to the ornament before he makes a signal for her to turn around.

She doesn't find it in her voice to apologize for the trouble, opting only to turn around and let him tie up her hair. She feels her breath hitches just slightly at the way he handles the strands of her hair, moving every last one until he finally clips on the Butterfly ornament by the side of Kanao's head.

Kanae had always said that the Wind Hashira is a rather gentle soul.

" Break's over. " He gruffs, his hand moves to rest on the hilt of his sword. " The sun is setting and we've got a demon to kill. "

She knows his gaze lingers on the green and pink butterfly pin on the side of her head.

Everyone grieves in their own way anyway.

During the earlier days in the beginning of their friendship, Zenitsu and Inosuke notice the way Tanjirou wakes up in the middle of the night to stare at a sleeping Nezuko for a while before returning to sleep.

" Why do you always do that? " The blond boy decides to ask one day, his tone light. " It's not like she's going anywhere. "

" And no one would try to attack her in the presence of Lord Inosuke! " The wild boy cackled, stuffing his boar hide on as he laid on his futon.

Tanjirou glances at them, his smile warm and his eyes distant. He's about to answer, before his eyes dart back towards his sleeping sister and the sudden change of expression startles the other two, as Tanjirou scrambles to his feet and rushes over to Nezuko. He puts his hand over her nose, leaning in close and his other hand places over where her heart is.

After a beat of silence, they heard him sigh in relief and when he looks at them again, it's easy to recognize the anxiety and worry on his face.

" I am sorry for the false alarm, " Tanjirou says, gently patting Nezuko, " I thought...she stopped breathing for a second -- "

And that's all that Zenitsu and Inosuke need to know. The questions stop, and sometimes, the two of them would wake up in the middle of the night to check on Nezuko too.

KNY Horror movie AU lists:

1. The Ethereal Cult

(Featuring Inosuke, Kanao, Shinobu, Kanae, Kotoha and Douma.)

Inosuke and Kanao venture into a small village in search for their friend Shinobu, only to find themselves deep in trouble with the local cult where the leader may or may not practice cannibalism.

2. Split

(Featuring Tanjirou, Nezuko, Genya, Mitsuri and Hantengu clones.)

During a school trip, a group of high schoolers and their teacher are forced to take cover from the storm in a small inn belonging to a man named Hantengu. As the storm drags on for days, so does their stay in the inn. Terrifying things begin to unfold when they discover that the man is a serial killer.

3. Unseen Scales

(Featuring Muichiro, Yuichiro, Kotetsu, Haganezuka and Gyokko.)

People keep disappearing and after his twin brother is amongst the missing ones, Muichiro is set to uncover the truth. The only clues or patterns he recognized from the cases are the fact that the victims often went missing near the river, always during the night market.

Personal opinion, but even tho Demon Slayer is quite a simple story of good vs evil, the thing that makes it stand out is how the story and characters are handled;

Oh they use breathing? Everyone can breathe. Wait. HOW DID THEY DO THAT WITH ONLY BREATHING??

Oh yeah, another character's sad backstory -- oh that explains how they act and this gives their characters more depth.

The only thing that makes the series popular is the animation -- wait that's quite interesting, tell me more.

Ugh why is the MC like that so weak. Oh wait I am so used to the vengeful and stoic MC that I am baffled by a MC that strives with kindness because being kind is very hard in a harsh world.

[KNY spoiler]

Do you guys think that Sanemi and Kanae often disagree on their different treatment over Shinobu and Genya,

and when they watch the lights faded in their little siblings' eyes as Kanae dies in Shinobu's arms, and Sanemi watches Genya crumbling away,

do you wonder, at that time, if they think " You were right, Sanemi/Kanae. "

I kinda wish the Hashira Training arc was longer, so I have an idea to be put during this arc so:

Tanjirou returning back to his hometown and house in request of Oyakata to find clues about Nezuko's resistance against the sun.

With Tamayo's note about Nezuko's growth and constant cells mutation, Tanjirou heads back to his home in hope that any clues he finds can help contribute to the corps. This small mission is also to ensure that any information could be taken and hidden first in case Muzan ever returns back to the Kamado's residence for clues as well.

Tanjirou is accompanied by Kanao and Giyuu. Kanao is there with some information of plants and herbs that may be helpful, and also to be Shinobu's second eyes since the Insect Hashira isn't able to tag along. Giyuu provides extra protection, again, in case Muzan sends any demons there despite the lack of demonic activities.

The young Kamado relishes the experience of returning back to his hometown, and the residents are more than happy to welcome home back with smiles and teary eyes. Although there's a bit of a misunderstanding upon seeing Giyuu, who was once suspected to be the suspect of the Kamado's family death.

The trio arrive at Kamado's residence, and they pay respects and prayers to the graves first before looking around.

Tanjirou has some nostalgic moments as he gazes upon his home, his heart swells with pain. Some tankana bonding moments of Kanao asking about how his life was and her smiling wistfully at the thought of such a warm family. The young slayers get even more determined to defeat demons.

They find nothing in the house but Giyuu spots wilting horsetail weed around the area. Kanao inspects in and takes note of the subtle differences in the petals, the colours, the stems, etc etc. She collects some samples to be taken back. The trio do more inspections but find nothing. They leave before nightfall, advising the town people to stay away from the mountain area in case Muzan gets there or anything.

On the way back, Tanjirou tells stories of his childhood memories. One in particular about the time his mother made him and Nezuko a soup when they were sick.

Kanao returns to the Butterfly estate and sets the plants in small pots, stationing them in Shinobu's office, before returning to training.

Shinobu, workaholics and couldn't count the last time she took a proper sleep, is about to inspect the plants according to Kanao's report. The sun is peeking barely behind the mountains, the day is bright,

and in the pots are blooming blue Spider Lilies.

" I want to be as kind as Tanjirou -- " nah I want to be as ADAPTABLE as him.

My guy adapts to a situation so quickly like wdym he made up a plan in the midst of panic and horror. He threw an axe at Giyuu. He covered the wisteria poison scent from Gyutarou and then stabbed him. He cut off Urogi's feet from a hunch that the clone's power wouldn't work on the same cells.

Tanjirou is so resourceful, he observes his surroundings and situation and accustomed himself to it. In another world, he might never pick up a sword but he sure is very sharp and intelligent.

One second he's all happy and smiley and the kindest boy ever and then the next second he's throwing hands and it lands accurately.

Can I request for male reader flirting with Daki to the point that she blushes? And she tries to flirt back but reader doesn’t get that flustered. It can be headcanons or a drabble but I’d prefer a drabble. It’s up to you tho! Thanks!

CHARACTERS — DAKI

READER — MALE

GENRE — FLUFF, SUGGESTIVE (?)

CW — CRINGY PICK-UP LINES

“Your lips look lonely, would they like to meet mine?” You asked, tilting your head slightly like a confused puppy.

Daki froze up, her body slightly shaking. You noticed that slowly but surely, a red hue made itself noticeable on her face, you chuckled at the unusual sight.

Quickly, she brought her hands over her face, making you pout. “Hey, I want to see your beautiful face. Can’t see your face whe it’s covered now, can I?” You teased her further, hearing her groan into her hands.

“Shut up, you’re such an idiot,” mumbled daki, only making you feel even more accomplished than you should feel.

“Make me.” You cooed, a smirk plastered on your face. Daki uncovered her face, stepping towards you before gripping onto your shirt and giving you a small peck on the lips, face still cherry blossom red.

AUTHORS NOTE

apologies if Daki seems ooc, still practicing my writing skills

likes + reblogs are extremely appreciated !!

feel free to give me constructive criticism too if you wish, it will help me improve my writing skills 💞

©️all content belongs to @megudori 2021 , please don’t modify or repost on any social media platform

request rules

gn readers only, no specified pronouns pls

platonic, romantic and poly requests are totally welcome!

pls specify wether you want it to be headcanons, scenario or a drabble

no smut

feel free to ask if you have any questions or queeries

🔍︎ — giyuu tomioka ✰ fem!reader

♯ — quiet man giyuu.

∎ — 0.2k ✰ fluff

ⅲ — my fault for not posting for years now. i just had writers block and no energy to post. so, errrrrrr enjoy!

giyuu was a very quiet man. he only commented when he needed to—such as when he is provoked by another hashira or slayer and is expected to respond to their comment or question.

 giyuu was still a very quiet man, even when he met you for the very first time. he admired you from afar, watching you gracefully flow through the air itself with the water breathing style he personally taught you. 

giyuu was still a very quiet man even when you two were assigned a mission from oyakata-sama. he guided you to where the demon was located, following the wobbly and rocky path that you two took to get there. 

giyuu was still a quiet man even when you two defeated the demon successfully and went out for dinner with the money that you both had. 

giyuu was still a quiet man even when you laughed through the whole dinner, drunk off of sake as the light blush covered your face. giyuu was quietly sitting there, watching you laugh away until you felt tired; sake finally getting to your system. 

giyuu was still a quiet man, even as he carried you to the butterfly estate on his back, chattering away all the way to the destination. 

giyuu was still a quiet man, even after shinobu took you away from his grasp and laid you down on the small hospital bed. 

giyuu was still a quiet man, even after seeing you slightly dozing off into your unconscious state, going into the little dream land you go to every single night. 

giyuu was still a quiet man, even after he left the butterfly estate. 

giyuu was naturally a quiet man, but now, giyuu tomioka wanted to be naturally by your side.

2023 © kentofication.

○ ≡ 氷 𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄

○ ≡ 煉 𝐊𝐘𝐎𝐉𝐔𝐑𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐎𝐊𝐔

it was 9 o’clock sharp, eastern standard time. the bus was said to stop in about fifteen minutes from now. you wrapped your coat around you as you found a place to settle down for the time being. the bus stop was the only way you could get here and there as fast as you could—without the benefit of walking all the way to your destination. 

of course, the bus never arrived this late before so you were concerned about the time of its arrival. it was very cold outside, so cold that parts of the bench you were sitting on were starting to freeze into place. you should’ve worn more clothing if you knew it was going to be this cold outside.

you mentally scolded yourself for being naive thinking that it would be hotter this afternoon. you—then again—mentally scolded yourself for being naive thinking that the office would be much warmer than it was outside. however, the heater was frozen because of the extreme temperature drop and the whole building felt like a popsicle straight out of the freezer.

although a delectable treat, it came with a negative side also. you could hear nearby cars zooming past you, almost mocking you for being outside of your home for that late. at this point, you were thinking about dissing the bus stop and walking all the way home. but, why in the world would you do that? that would be a death wish and you knew better. so, worse than intended, you decided to sit down on the part of the bench that didn’t succumb to the freezing outside temperature.

sitting on the bench was rather calming, but cold. you could take off your jacket and put it underneath you in order for the bench to appear warmer, but that would be just sacrificing your only source of warmth for something so stupid. if you would’ve just checked the temperature schedule before leaving your apartment, you would’ve decided to bundle up to the point where you wouldn’t be affected even by the cold air.

you mentally sighed to yourself as you slumped back against the bench, taking in its immense freeze and making it your own. it felt as if you were dying—even though your body was fully warm—and reaching the gates of heaven just to be pulled back down to planet earth. your breath was visible to the naked eye, creating puffs of coldness into the air as if you were smoking a cigarette. 

you heard a shifting noise as you were snapped out of your daydream. you saw a man with yellow hair; though hard to make out underneath his hood he seemed to have red colored tips that complemented his already flame-like hair.

he turned towards you and grinned, his face was painted red (because of the cold), but he still put on a smile in order to greet you. “such manners.” you spoke to yourself underneath your coat collar. 

“it’s cold, isn’t it?” he questioned playfully, taking off his gloves and handing them to you. “you look like you’re near death! please, take these.” you pushed back his hand that held the gloves as you said, “i really shouldn’t, the bus is almost here. i hope that it will be warm.” 

“nonsense!” he exclaimed, as he took your hand into his. “you must wear these in order to increase your body temperature. by the look on your face, you look half frozen.” you gave into his presidential speech as you decided to put on the gloves he lended you. 

“aren’t you going to be cold also?” you questioned. the man let out a low, bustling chuckle. “my dear, for i am the flame hashira. there is no need for me to succumb to this planet’s freezing temperature.” your face started to get hot at the pet name. nobody has ever called you that except your relatives—specifically your mother and your grandmother.

“i . . . i see.” you said, hastily putting on the gloves to save your own skin from catching frostbite. “w-well, you sure act like a flame hashira, mr . . .” you paused. you didn’t know his name, therefore you couldn’t say it after that remark you just made. “kyojuro,” he said. “call me kyojuro for the time being. until we meet again.” he blew onto his hands in order for them to warm up as he wrapped a flame colored scarf around his neck. he walked off into the dead of night, while leaving you perplexed and wondering what had just happened.

you thought that this was all a dream and that if you just woke up you would be in reality again. but no, in fact, this was the reality you were in. you just didn’t want to believe it.

you felt a piece of paper being ruffled against your palm where your hand was halfway in the glove the man lended to you—now known as kyojuro. the sneaky bastard had just lended you his telephone number and disappeared without a trace. unless, you could track his footsteps imprinted in the snow in order to find him.

you chuckled at that idea as you sunk back into the coldness of the bench, gently tucking the piece of written paper back into the glove. you smiled as the bus stop reached his destination, just in the nick of time.

% — yoriichi tsugikuni & fem!reader ] — 527

❝ sexual content # creampie # breeding # mentions of fertilization # marking # praise # petnames # fluff # unprotected sex # dom!yoriichi x sub!reader ❞

“i can tell you’re liking this baby . . . a whole bunch.” yoriichi moaned as he harshly thrusted up into you, molding your walls into the shape of his cock for future sexual moments like this one, branding your pussy as his own. both of his arms were wrapped around your waist and his feet were planted into the mattress, leaving a slight dent in the mattress itself. 

his heavy balls were being slapped against your ass at an outstanding speed as he drilled his cock into you. his pace never faltered, but he did lack the sight of your face. his own was buried into the crook of your neck, leaving love bites all over the soft platform in order to mark you as his. 

his hips created a rhythm that was suitable for you both. your juices dripped down from the base of his cock and slithered down to his balls, creating more slick and rendering it more convenient for him to slide in and out of you. 

yoriichi’s long locks were being tugged by your dainty hands, finding something to ground yourself to escape from his ruthless thrusts. “you’re so p-perfect . . . y’know that? hmm pretty girl?” he inquired during his thrusts, making them more rougher after his question. 

it was hard for you to respond to his praise, you knew yoriichi was never the one for degradation or making you feel bad about yourself. he was always about praise and making you feel more high about yourself. he knows how self conscious you can be and he wants to adjust to that lifestyle, especially with you. he wants to live out his lifetime with you, but in order for him to do that, he must adjust to your doings first. 

he must understand your likes and dislikes during soft moments and intimate ones. he must understand you as a human being and not just an everyday object. he must treat you like an absolute goddess and not some worn down object waiting to be fixed, and to its dismay, broken down again. in his eyes you are his, he must treat you with absolute respect. he must treat you like a goddess. 

that’s why when he stills himself inside of you and cums deep inside to the point where his sperm is spreading into your womb, swimming its way to your unfertilized egg, you don’t tell him to stop. it’s not because you’re too tired or anything, or you’re worn out from all the ruthless fucking you’ve been doing for the past who knows how many hours. it’s because you love him, and he knows that. that’s why he came inside of you. he knows that you wanted to be bred by him sooner or later. he knows this had been boiling inside of both you and him for quite some while. 

yoriichi knows everything about you, because he treats you so well. he listens to your every request. he listens to everything, even when you think he’s not listening. yoriichi tsugikuni swears to himself that he will treat you like an absolute goddess. he swears on his life he will. on his own, precious life.

originally wrote and posted by @kentofication

% — tengen uzui & fem!reader ] — 966

❝ soft content # fear # descriptions of a demon # demon encounter # comfort # decapitation (of a demon) # husband!tengen x wife!reader ❞

it was getting to that time of the month. the time of the month where the temperature drops and nature withers away—temporarily at least. the time of the month where flakes of snow fall onto the withering green of the earth, coating it with its snowy soft texture. the time of the month where agriculture halted production as farmers prepared their crops to withstand the winter for future warmer months.

during the time of this cold month, the inside of your home dropped its usual temperature. it had a warm interior, comfy soft couches with warm bed sheets, and hot beverages and edible foods every day.  however, it is the cold season, meaning that your house became colder and colder as the days passed by. you counted the days that he left—for a mission that is. 

you knew that his rank as a hashira was very important to the world he lives in and himself. he serves this rank with pride and holds his head up high, even when faced with difficult challenges such as battling against an upper rank demon. even though he has only did it once—and thankfully survived—there might be a time he has to repeat the same order and this time not come home. 

as you sit there in silence, with your clasped hands together, you pray that your husband returns safe to you. you prayed that he wouldn’t succumb to any fatal wounds that might result in his final breath being taken. as you released your hands from each other, you looked at the door and sighed. “might as well go fix a hot meal.” you said to yourself. 

as you got up from your previous position, the front door creaked open. an awful aroma started to seep itself into the clean home. the aroma was strong, enough to make your lungs, as well as your throat, experience a burning sensation. you sank to your knees as you peered at the door. despite never seeing that figure before, you heard about it. it was a demon. a horrible one at least. not just because of its aroma, but of its appearance. it had three horns decorating its scalp and a tongue that extends from the base of its tongue to your wooden floor. drool started to escape from its mouth as you tried to be as quiet as possible. you learned from your husband, tengen, that as long as you stay quiet, the demon(s) would have trouble spotting your location. 

so there you were, quietly sitting on the floor of your bedroom with your hands covering your mouth. you tried to restrict your breathing as much as possible, only letting out a few puffs of air before holding it again. the demon slowly scouted your house, looking for anything living to devour, or at least ease its feasting period. you prayed that he wouldn’t find you, even though it was scouting the whole house, it was a high probability that it would come in the bedroom that you were hiding in.

soft footsteps and the sound of slime started to become more audible. even though you already knew where the demon was, you could hear it getting closer and closer into the bedroom. you started to shiver in fear—plus the temperature of the house was giving you goosebumps. you braced yourself for the opening of the sliding door that kept you in the bedroom. apparently, that never came, for you heard another pair of footsteps enter your home.

you knew it either had to be the demon’s partner or a nearby slayer coming by to help. it was a 50/50 chance, but you were oblivious to the answer. you continued to stay as quiet as possible, with your back against the wall, still praying to the almighty for protection. 

suddenly, the sliming noise came to a halt. a permanent halt. a halt that never started up again. what did start was the slinging of chains and the sound of a head falling to the floor. supposedly it was a nearby slayer, who would wander around the area in this cold temperature? “hon?” you heard a voice echo from the hallway. it was booming, yet held a concerning tone. you slid the door open as you peered out of it. you met eyes with a white haired man, standing as tall as the roof holding two, large identical swords. 

tears started to form in your eyes as you quickly rushed to the tall man. “hey, hey, hey. you okay?” he asked, embracing your hug as he felt your tears stain his outfit. “i know, baby. i know . . . i’m here now . . .” tengen began to place kisses on your head in a comforting way, letting you know that he’s here for as long as you need him to be. you suddenly felt your eyes closing, embracing the warmth of tengen in this freezing temperature. tengen chuckled as he lifted you up, carrying you into the bedroom you hid in. 

“my sleepy girl.” he said, softly putting you down on the mattress, covering your frame with all the big blankets he had in store for this kind of season. he placed one final kiss on your cheek before heading into the bathroom to wash up. 

you felt your body heat up, another body laid beside you, adding to the heat you received. tengen’s head was nuzzled between the crook of your neck. soft breathing could be heard from the bedroom. soft breaths of exhaustion and hardwork, training himself everyday to protect the people of the world he lives in. soft breaths of love and hatred—for you and the demons he slays. soft breaths that keep him alive everyday. 

all for the sake of coming home to you at the end of the day.

originally wrote and published by @kentofication

% — kokushibo & fem!reader ] — 0.7k+

❝ explicit content # cockdrunk!reader # petnames # unprotected sex # riding # aftercare # dom!kokushibo x sub!reader ❞

“that’s it love, just like that . . .” he muttered under his breath as you rode him to your heart’s content. you had been in this position ever since he came home. he appeared to be in a bad mood, but once you made eye contact with him, his expression was lustful. there you were, with your hands placed on his shoulders to give a little bit of extra strength every time you sunk and rose on his cock. you looked down to see your juices flowing under you, sliding down his dick, onto his balls, and onto the sheets. you knew that you would have to wash those after you were finished.

you didn’t know how much more of this you could take. he had already ripped five orgasms out of you—at least you think so—and you felt a sixth one making its appearance. all of his eyes were slanted, some of them appeared closed as he watched your breast bounce up and down everytime you sunk down his length.

his eyes were filled with lust, an ongoing lust as he forced your chest against his face. you were shocked by the sudden repositioning, as you wrapped your arms around kokushibo’s neck. you halted your movements for a second, but a slap on your ass brought you back to reality. “keep riding, slut.” he commanded in a harsh tone, taking your nipple into his mouth. he began to swirl his tongue around the erect bud as he sucked on it like a suction cup until it was rock hard. he gave it a little tug using his teeth as he felt your body jerk back because of the ministration. he did the same to the other nipple as he received the same reaction from when he did the previous one.

some drool started to seep out of your mouth, making its way down your chin and onto your chest. kokushibo took it as a sign that your brain was turning into mush. you were too dumb to even have the decency to suck the spit back into your mouth. he chuckled as he decided to tear a last orgasm out of you. he wrapped his arms around your waist as he dug his feet into the mattress. you took notice of this formation as you buried your head into the crook of his neck quickly.

kokushibo began his onslaught of your pussy to his own pleasure. his balls were meeting your ass at an insane speed as he felt your walls constrict around his hardened length. kokushibo couldn’t help but chuckle when he felt you biting on his shoulder due to the immense pleasure. he kissed away your tears as he continued to thrust in and out of your wet heat. 

he started to breathe a bit heavier now, sweat trickling down his forehead and down his face. this was a sign that he was also near his end. his thrusts started to grow sloppier and more needier. his lustful expression slowly started to fade away as it turned into a possessive one. kokushibo produced one more thrust before he emptied himself inside of you, painting your walls with his fertile seed. 

you both were panting with exhaustion—you a little bit more than him—as you started to fall asleep on his chest. kokushibo felt you lose consciousness and he slowly slid from underneath you in order to go run a hot bath in order to soothe your sore body. he carried you bridal style into the bathroom as he gently put your body under the warm, soapy water. he began taking a rag and wiping off all the sweat and bruises you endured. 

you slowly started to gain consciousness as you planted a kiss on kokushibo’s cheek. his face started to heat up from your affection—even though he blamed it on the bathroom being too warm. “i love you so much. you know that?” you asked, placing another kiss on his cheek. kokushibo let out a deep chuckle, “of course i know that. what kind of man would i be if i didn’t?” you both laughed as it came to a halt with a deep kiss. a kiss filled with love for each other. a kiss that would never be shared with another besides you two. you started to drift back to sleep again with the help of the hot water soothing your body. kokushibo planted a kiss on your forehead. “i love you more than i love myself, dearest.” 

originally wrote and published by @kentofication