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hi yall

im inspirationless but i really want to try writing again, so please send requests? ill wrote most of the stuff youll send, rules r in my pinned post!

hi yall

im inspirationless but i really want to try writing again, so please send requests? ill wrote most of the stuff youll send, rules r in my pinned post!

Hiii I just saw your moodboards and I love them!! Can I perhaps have one with sanemi from kny? Pretty please with cherry on top?💕

Dating Sanemi Shinazugawa <3

=͟͟͞͞ ⌧ : since you asked so nicely bby :))

Gyomei Himejima: Headcanons & Rambles w/ AFAB!Reader

Ok so like I’ve been on this Sanemi kick but then I got horny for Gyomei. Oops.

18+ minors dni

Warnings: descriptions of massage & body touching, fingering, edging, brief oral, outercourse/non-penetrative sex

Words: 1852

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I see Gyomei being into orgasm control/edging, overstimulation and tantric-inspired sex.

He’s the stone pillar, he’d be into dragging things out for as long as possible. He probably sees sex as something divine/spiritual and enjoys the build up because of it.

Maybe you’re a worker at one of the Wisteria Houses that he sleeps with on occasion but most of the time it’s just hours of edging for the both of you. I could see him dragging things out for months over several visits. Ya know, just taking time whenever you both can to enjoy each other and get to a point where nothing exists but the pleasure you’re experiencing together.

Gyomei would be able to keep going until you tap out. I could see him edging inside of a partner until they’re too sore to take him anymore or they run out of stamina. He’s a big dude so I imagine him packing some serious heat. If you accidentally cum before he’s decided it’s time, your punishment is an even longer edging period. He still wouldn’t cum, though.

When he does cum it’s usually intense and he can have several depending on how long he’s held off. He has serious control over his muscles and that includes his PC muscles, which allows people to orgasm without ejaculation and can open the door for multiple orgasms.

I headcanon that he's into tantric massage, or something close to it. The point of a tantric body massage is to create an experience that makes the receiver feel as though all physical barriers between them and the giver are dissolved. This includes genital attention, but orgasm isn’t the goal. In fact, it’s recommended that the giver curb the urge to orgasm if they sense their partner getting close. It’s not discouraged, however, and there are ways to help people “ride the wave” once they get there.

But the giver offers this massage with no expectation of reciprocation, and the receiver can accept pleasure with no need to return it. The giver can learn the body language of the receiver and responses to touch as well. It's meant to be a deep connection between them.

So - when Gyomei is giving you attention you’re in for a long...slow...sensual massage. He’d use a scentless camellia oil, or other natural oil for it. Connecting through touch and genuine pleasure means a lot to him. The first time you sleep together there wouldn’t be any edging, he’d just want to learn your body.

It would start with a long bath. You help each other get fully scrubbed and cleaned. It wouldn't be an inherently sexual experience, but knowing what was coming would build the anticipation. Also cleaning that absolute unit of a man's back would undoubtedly stir feelings. But he wouldn’t pull anything and if you tried anything he’d shut it down - in a very patient and calm way. You truly cannot get a rise out of this man.

After the bath you'd go to a room or space where all that can be heard is each other and the sounds of nature. A comfortable raised bed would be set up with fresh linens for you, with pillows to support your head and prop up your hips.

He wants you all to himself for a few hours at least.

His breathing, as always, is steady and calm. After laying down on your back, you'd spend time getting your breathing in rhythm. He wants to make sure you're fully comfortable before beginning the massage, and would check to see if you have any areas you don't want to be touched.

Once he starts, you immediately notice how big - and calloused his hands are. But his movements are calculated and deft. It takes no time at all for you to melt under his touch.

He'd start with your fingertips, giving each digit attention before moving to your hand and wrist. Kneading his way up your arm to the shoulder, he’d give a few long caresses down your arm again before switching to repeat the movements on the other side. Once he finishes there, he’d switch to a neck and upper back rub.

“Breathe. Don’t forget to breathe.” He’d remind you with patience and care. Inhale. Exhale.

When working your scalp and neck, he'd occasionally grip your hair at the root for a good squeeze. Nothing intense, but enough to send a shiver down your back.

Then he’d move to your torso, but would purposefully avoid your chest and nipples until later. It might be a bit frustrating, but the point is to drag things out. So you’d lean into the feeling of his hands on your body. The steady sound of his breaths. You open your eyes to peek at him and get a little bashful at the sight of his absolute focus on you.

He’d skip over your hips and move down to your feet and toes. Again, he’d massage each digit before giving you a thorough foot massage, reminding you to breathe when he presses a little too hard on accident. You get the smallest apology kiss on your thigh but his hands stay in place.

As with everything else, he takes his time moving up each leg and you're drinking in each touch by this point. He’s slowed down by the time he gets to your upper thighs, and you whimper when his hands leave you before he gets to your needy wet pussy.

Comfort comes with a warm palm on your solar plexus, encouraging you to breathe in rhythm with his clear, strong breaths. Once he's satisfied, he replenishes the camellia oil before massaging your chest.

He’d circle your breasts in smooth motions, waiting until your breath gets a little more heavy before moving to knead and massage them. As with everywhere else, he'd take his time before even brushing over your nipples. Each motion is deliberate, never a moment too soon.

By now your body is totally relaxed, your submission to his touch is not lost on him. As you respond to his attention to your nipples, he leans in to sing soft praises in your ear about how amazing you feel. How good you’re being for him.

When your heart rate starts to increase and your breath catches a few times, he lessens the tension by going back to massaging your neck and scalp.

When you're relaxed again, his hands suddenly leave you entirely. A moment later, drops of the oil are felt on your upper thighs and vulva - your heart rate increases again as his hands return to massage your thighs.

You hold your breath when you feel his fingers brush the ditch between your pelvis and thigh and he spreads your legs wide. A large palm gently presses over your entire vulva, he applies firm pressure but instructs you not to grind into him, much to your dismay.

"Breathe," he whispers, "don't forget to breathe."

He keeps the pressure steady while he explores, stroking your folds delicately. He’d gently glide your inner and outer labia between his thumb and forefinger, a mixture of your own juices and the massage oil making it easy. He’d swap between this finger massage and pressing into your outer lips, asking you to hold still as you get more excited.

Before touching your clit, he’d slip his middle finger into you ever so slightly. You’d be blessed with a hum of approval in reaction to how you feel in that moment. Your quickened heartbeat on his fingers through your swollen cunt would cause his own heart rate to speed up. That feeling is everything he’s built up to, everything still to come. He’d smile to himself in that moment, truly enjoying everything about how you feel, sound, and smell.

As his finger pushes in, he takes the thumb of his opposite hand and begins to massage your clit. His movements stay as steady as ever but the pressure in rhythm with him massaging into your g-spot builds up fast. All the prep he’s done is paying off in this moment as you reach your peak, calling his name and grinding your hips into his firm hands.

He’d keep a steady rhythm through your orgasm and when you’re done twitching, he’d pull his fingers out and lean in to take a few long, broad licks of your pussy. He’d dip his tongue inside you as far as he could, humming in enjoyment once again.

What you didn’t know was that he was already edging for a while at that point, on his own since he wasn’t seeing anyone. So he was already ready to burst at feeling you slowly unravel under his touch. After your breathing was normal again, he leaned in to ask if he could rub himself on you.

You feel your face get hot when he asks a lewd question in such a straightforward way, he’s usually so serious and intimidating. You say yes and in no time at all, he’s sitting between your legs. You’re still laying down on your back and now he’s naked and towering over you.

You’re still so slick from the massage and cumming, he sighs deeply when he presses his cock onto you. You expected him to be big due to his general stature but you found yourself feeling a little nervous. You started to grind back into him in rhythm with his thrusts, both of you careful to not let him enter you by accident.

“Sorry, ‘m not going to last…” he chokes into your ear after he grinds into you for a few minutes. It’s a little flattering that such an unshakable man in every possible way could be brought to orgasm so quickly without even penetrating. You pull him into a kiss and ask him to cum for you in the sweetest voice you could muster.

After he cums all over your belly and tits, he’d lay down next to you and cuddle until you were ready for another round. He could easily go all night.

Once you’re finished, he’d be an aftercare king. Very caring and doting on his partner - especially after an intense session. Plenty of cuddles, your favorite foods, a warm bath, etc. You name it, he’s on it. He’s the quintessential gentle giant.

After the massage experience, he’d use it to bring up edging and the other stuff he’s into to see what you’d be okay with trying out. He wouldn’t pressure you into anything, but he’d be excited for anything you share interests in!

Kimetsu no Yaiba Headcanons - Tanjirou

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He walks in on you changing

You would be minding your own business and changing in private

Unknown to you, tanjiro wanted to speak to about something

Naturally you heard the door open

But that doesn't mean you managed to sort yourself out before you short-circuited and froze

"Hey, (y/n) i-"

⁉️

That's the best way to describe your reaction

You stood there, frozen, clad in only a bra and and underwear with your pants halfway pulled up your legs

Poor baby tanjiro was so confused and startled lmao

Of course he didnt stay long, he quickly sputtered out an apology n fucking d i p p e d

🗿🗿

Like he was stuttering out "sorry"s all down the hall with a red face to match is hair

When you greeted him a few minute later he was-

S t i l l b l u s h i n g

He would only meet your eyes very awkwardly and reluctantly

"(y/n), I'm so sorry-"

You managed to convince him that it was okay and just laughed it off but

He was bright red throughout the whole day

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Sanemi x Shy!GN!Reader

@just-an-average-simp this was your request! hope you like it :)

No pronouns used, so can be an x male or x female reader :)

You sit, alone, hidden in the shade of a line of trees that covers the roof that you sit on. You're high enough that you can reach out and touch the leaves on the treetop, and the breeze ruffles your hair gently. It's very hot out today, and the intensity of the sun has you missing the winter instantly. You miss the early blanket of darkness and the snow that crumples beneath your footsteps. Summer is overrated.

You're only sitting outside because it's a nice day out and you don't want to waste away hibernating in your bedroom like you always do, only coming out when you're summpned for a mission. You want to get out of that mindset, but it's incredibly difficult to just change your whole lifestyle in only one day.

Everyone that sees you, if they even notice you, is visibly shocked that you've finally come out of your little cave and started seeing the light of day again. It's not your fault that you don't particularly value interaction with others. It just never really turned out all that well for you in the past. Friends are overrated.

With this in mind, it makes sense that not many people recognise you, and mistake you for a less experienced, new recruit. One of the only people that actually knows your name is the Wind Pillar, Sanemi. He is the one who'd scouted you, having seen your will to shed blood and protect a group of children that you were travelling with.

You had all been driven from your village by crooks, and while you could have overpowered them, it wasn't worth risking the children just to become a criminal, and run the risk of being hunted down by allies they might have. It had taken you a long time to gather the reason and courage to migrate, and so you did, carrying two children on your back and holding the hands of two others. Another three who were a few years older were following on behind you, and together, you migrated through a thick blanket of snow in the dead of night to get away, managing to fend off demons for a good few days until you had gotten desperate.

Sanemi had seen you struggle against a group of demons in a forest nearby to the town he was guarding just as you had started to get weaker, bleeding and bruised as you brutally kill the last low-level demon, telling the children that they can open their eyes now.

You had met him when one of the creatures had gotten up from where you thought you'd killed it, and the Wind Pillar had instantly terminated it, begrudgingly guiding you to the town. For some reason, he'd decided he wanted to take you with him, "because you don't talk so you're not so annoying."

The rest is history.

The Pillar is sitting beside you in the blink of an eye, watching you and huffing as you only offer him a shy smile, giving you a cross look.

"Why are you sitting here? You should sit with me more often! You're my disciple!"

"Ah... my apologies... i'll sit with you more from now."

He huffs jaggedly, his voice raspy and low in a way that has your stomach doing twists. He's always been quite possessive of you. It makes you feel happy, too, like you're worth something to somebody. It's an addictive feeling. One you can't get enough of. He'd started growing a soft spot for you when he started teaching you how to fight.

You were good in comparison to normal humans, but to a Hashira, you were nothing but an annoying little fruit fly that could easily be swatted away. So he trained you because he had a soft spot for people who were good with kids and those who were good against demons. What he wasn't too big a fan of was how quiet and antisocial you could be.

You're just a naturally very quiet, genuine person, so he talks to you in ways noone else can understand or bear witness to, and it makes you feel especially lucky. Especially when you lean against his side, resting on him and letting your head fall to his shoulder.

Somewhere along the lines, he grew soft for you, and fell in love with you. It was a difficult process but it was worth it, even if you don't say it much, and it took you a good few years to work up the courage to even invite him into your home just for lunch, to which he gruffly accepted and continued to eat you out of house and home.

You smile at the memory, happy that you gained the courage to confess to your saviour, and knowing now that he was equally as infatuated and interested, like he was some wild animal, studying you and stalking you in the hopes to learn more.

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Sanemi x Shy!GN!Reader

@just-an-average-simp this was your request! hope you like it :)

No pronouns used, so can be an x male or x female reader :)

You sit, alone, hidden in the shade of a line of trees that covers the roof that you sit on. You're high enough that you can reach out and touch the leaves on the treetop, and the breeze ruffles your hair gently. It's very hot out today, and the intensity of the sun has you missing the winter instantly. You miss the early blanket of darkness and the snow that crumples beneath your footsteps. Summer is overrated.

You're only sitting outside because it's a nice day out and you don't want to waste away hibernating in your bedroom like you always do, only coming out when you're summpned for a mission. You want to get out of that mindset, but it's incredibly difficult to just change your whole lifestyle in only one day.

Everyone that sees you, if they even notice you, is visibly shocked that you've finally come out of your little cave and started seeing the light of day again. It's not your fault that you don't particularly value interaction with others. It just never really turned out all that well for you in the past. Friends are overrated.

With this in mind, it makes sense that not many people recognise you, and mistake you for a less experienced, new recruit. One of the only people that actually knows your name is the Wind Pillar, Sanemi. He is the one who'd scouted you, having seen your will to shed blood and protect a group of children that you were travelling with.

You had all been driven from your village by crooks, and while you could have overpowered them, it wasn't worth risking the children just to become a criminal, and run the risk of being hunted down by allies they might have. It had taken you a long time to gather the reason and courage to migrate, and so you did, carrying two children on your back and holding the hands of two others. Another three who were a few years older were following on behind you, and together, you migrated through a thick blanket of snow in the dead of night to get away, managing to fend off demons for a good few days until you had gotten desperate.

Sanemi had seen you struggle against a group of demons in a forest nearby to the town he was guarding just as you had started to get weaker, bleeding and bruised as you brutally kill the last low-level demon, telling the children that they can open their eyes now.

You had met him when one of the creatures had gotten up from where you thought you'd killed it, and the Wind Pillar had instantly terminated it, begrudgingly guiding you to the town. For some reason, he'd decided he wanted to take you with him, "because you don't talk so you're not so annoying."

The rest is history.

The Pillar is sitting beside you in the blink of an eye, watching you and huffing as you only offer him a shy smile, giving you a cross look.

"Why are you sitting here? You should sit with me more often! You're my disciple!"

"Ah... my apologies... i'll sit with you more from now."

He huffs jaggedly, his voice raspy and low in a way that has your stomach doing twists. He's always been quite possessive of you. It makes you feel happy, too, like you're worth something to somebody. It's an addictive feeling. One you can't get enough of. He'd started growing a soft spot for you when he started teaching you how to fight.

You were good in comparison to normal humans, but to a Hashira, you were nothing but an annoying little fruit fly that could easily be swatted away. So he trained you because he had a soft spot for people who were good with kids and those who were good against demons. What he wasn't too big a fan of was how quiet and antisocial you could be.

You're just a naturally very quiet, genuine person, so he talks to you in ways noone else can understand or bear witness to, and it makes you feel especially lucky. Especially when you lean against his side, resting on him and letting your head fall to his shoulder.

Somewhere along the lines, he grew soft for you, and fell in love with you. It was a difficult process but it was worth it, even if you don't say it much, and it took you a good few years to work up the courage to even invite him into your home just for lunch, to which he gruffly accepted and continued to eat you out of house and home.

You smile at the memory, happy that you gained the courage to confess to your saviour, and knowing now that he was equally as infatuated and interested, like he was some wild animal, studying you and stalking you in the hopes to learn more.

Little spoon Sanemi xx

say no more there are like no sanemi gifs on here ong 💀

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Sanemi x Reader - Little Spoon Headcanon

It's the middle of the night and the crickets chirp in the grass outside of the window, your eyes closed as you cuddle into your lover's back sleepily. He snores softly as you wrap your hands around his torso, your hands instinctively cradling his abs and caressing the soft but rigid texture. He practically purrs in his sleep as he shifts, too comfortable to wake up.

So the next morning when you both wake up at the same time, Sanemi freezes at the feeling of your arms around him, instead of his around you.

What's worse? Is that he's so comfortable.

Your arms are so soft and your chest is pressed against his back, ensuring that he can feel every beat of your heart and your every breath. And he loves every second of it, begrudgingly.

"Mnh- Good morning, baby."

He only grunts in reply, backing up into you slightly and deciding that he doesn't need to get up until later, screw the real world. His hand comes up to carress your wrist which lays on his abs and the poor man melts, groaning as he strokes the palm of your hand with rough, calloused ones.

His bed hair looks basically like his normal hair except just a little less tamed, and one side is flat from where he's been laying on it, but you pay no mind to that right now as you stare at the back of his head in shock.

You can tell that he's obviously a little flustered and when he pulls you closer by the arm, you're swooning and resting your forehead against his back, fully taking in his presence, and the way he somehow smells like a warm fire.

The two of you stay cuddled together like that for another while, ignoring the duties of the day calling you and staying in eachothers' arms just a little while longer.

He's so surprisingly soft sometimes that you wonder where his usual self disappeared to, not that it's not a welcome change, because really this is so adorable, but you pay no mind to that right now as you nuzzle your face into his neck and going back to a blissful sleep as you spoon him.

Hello! First off all, I hope you are having an excellent day /night! <3

Only if you could, can i request some headcanons of the hashiras (if it's possible all of them, if not, you can choose whoever you want!) seeing reader (who's also a hashira) as an older sibling figure?? Please and thank you ♡

Oh this would be so sweet

I'll try to do all of them with as much detail as possible bae

This is part one and some of the characters are missing because it's four in the morning 💀

Also I wrote this as a fem reader, but if you'd like another version w different pronouns please lemme know and I'll absolutely do that for you :)

Hashira x Sibling Figure!Fem!Reader Headcanon (Platonic)

Tengen

Hes so proud to be your flamboyant brother. You're his almost as flamboyant sister.

He likes to treat you like your his little sister, being all protective and caring, but in reality you're older and you've beat him in combat enough to shut him up at least.

The sense of family is always so nice to have though.

His wives absolutely adore you and you adore them too, and you know that you're always welcome in his home and always will be.

Absolute bone crushing hugs are a daily experience, the man literally bear hugs you like he's secretly plotting your death. Your spine cracks and clicks every. Single. Time.

Not to mention the slaps on the upper back and shoulder he likes to give you when he's talking. It's like he's trying to burp you.

He knows he can talk about absolutely anything with you and you'll understand, you've been there since the beginning after all.

Nothing will stop him from bragging about being your brother. Your bond never ceases to put a smile on your face.

Sanemi

He has very frequent outbursts at you, but it's fine because you match his energy, and you always yell at him back. He never wins.

You both have such a strong bond, so it makes sense that you both fight like siblings too.

He does hold his tongue on the snarky attitude though, since you always seem to pick a fight with him over it.

But he knows that through all of your fighting and glaring daggers, that he can still come to you for anything.

You also get special treatment because he tolerates you, though he never says it out loud.

He also prefers to go on missions with you to act like the older brother, always trying to protect you and show you that he's stronger. It backfires all the time though, since you literally kick his ass every time he annoys you with that 🦶

He just wants to keep you alive. He wants you to stay with him and keep being his big sister and you know it. He's just too stubborn to talk to you in any way that's not a threat.

Mitsuri

She finds you absolutely adorable, which mirrors the way you see her. She loves you and fawns over you all the time.

You're the one who taught her how to braid her hair, and you redo it for her every time she asks because you love her.

Your bond is so strong that your mental link is almost scary. Almost instantly you can tell when there's something on her mind, and she can do the same thing with you.

This was actually how you found out about her crush on a fellow hashira.

Of course you will never pass up the chance to tease her about it, you just wouldn't be an adequate sister otherwise.

She loves to give you an affectionate hug around the waist as a greeting and when she's happy, and she doesn't quite wrap her arms all the way around, only placing them on your ribs under your arms.

She absolutely loves to tell everyone how lovely and pretty and honourable she thinks you are, singing your praise like you do to her. She must've learned it from you.

Kyojuro

He has so much adoration and respect for you that he practically reeks of it when you're around.

Whenever he sees you, you could swear he's twinkling, he just positively lights up when you're around.

Senjuro adores you as well, since you've been there for the both of them and absolutely refuse to pick a favourite, and you act like a mentor and friend to both of the siblings.

Rengoku only respects you so much more for it.

He thinks you're an absolute delight to be around and his cheeks almost hurt when he speaks to you because he's smiling so wide all the damned time.

He even thinks it's cool that you can whoop his ass in combat too, and it makes sense since you've been there with him since pretty much day one to fight and train with him and grow alongside him.

He can always count on you to give the best advice too. If he seeks an opinion, hell come to you first.

He likes to make you laugh too, and when he treats you like family it makes your heart constrict.

Muichiro

The sweetheart really tries his best to be the perfect brother to you, and he feels so lucky to have you as his sister.

Hes always a good listener but as much as he really tries to remember everything you're saying, it's really difficult for him.

You never see that as a problem though, and it's even a plus that you can tell him your every secret and he won't let that change the way he thinks about you, not like that would ever happen if he did remember.

He absolutely loves to take naps by your side. You two have been practically inseparable since day one and you're always there to be a crutch for him when he needs it.

He loves to watch the clouds with you as well, and sit on the floor while getting lost in thought, comfortable with the presence of his overprotective older sister there with him

Hello! Can I request Kyojuro x Tsuguko!Reader that became a demon? I'm fine with either fluff or super angst.🥲

Ooo okay! I hope this is what you wanted! <3 I was a dramaqueen writing this jsksjjdb it's so dramatic and for what 😭

Warning: blood...

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Kyojuro x Tsuguko!Demon!Reader - Changes

The grief is so overwhelming that you fell it sweltering in your chest, that little ball of pressure that makes it hard to swallow and even harder to breathe. Each breath, in fact, has you feeling more and more suffocated, and the tears that flood your vision irritate your eyes, stinging them and forcing them to shut, causing more to overflow.

Little droplets of your heartbreak catch on your eyelashes, reflecting the light and making stunningly pigmented eyes practically glow in the low moonlight casted across Corps Grove.

Cold wind blows through the grass and against your previously beautiful kimono, which is now decorated in blood. It's so, incredibly difficult to think back on the mission, or what you could've done.

An involuntary sob bubbles up in your chest, and then dies in your throat. Everything is lost.

The headache brought on from crying yourself into dehydration moves to the front of your head, accompanied by that familiar pressure inside of your sinuses as your head tilts down, and you let yourself freely cry.

Rengoku looks scared, upset, worried, and just about any other negative emotion in the book. Why is his beloved not letting him close? Why can't he embrace you?

"My love, what's gotten you so stricken with grief?!"

If only he knew.

"My love--"

"-Don't. ...please. Just- I failed. I failed the damn mission! I-..."

What? He doesn't care, he's failed missions in the past, so why are you reacting this way when the problem can be so easily fixed, he thinks.

"Kyojuro!-"

You wail his name, and his chest physically hurts at the sound. You sound so pained, like everything has been lost, like you've been wounded so deeply, you could never truly heal. Panic starts to set in. He wants to run to you, is fighting every urge not to scoop you into his arms and envelop you, keep you safe from the world. But you won't let him.

You absolutely will not let him get closer.

"I'm a- I-... Kyo- I died-"

Oh.

Oh. He knows what's going on.

He knows it now, and there's a sinking feeling in his stomach and he just looks at you, eyes wide in shock. In horror.

The silence is interrupted by a whistle of the wind, fiery hair being caught in the gust and almost reaching for you. He feels ill. Sick.

Please say something, he thinks now. Is he dreaming? Is this some kind of sick joke?!

"I was-... I-…"

It's almost impossible to speak when your chest spasms with shallow breaths, and your head swims with blooming anxiety over what you could've done, and how you've ruined everything with just a little mistake.

Your gut is filled with sorrow and regret, and in your head you tell yourself that it's not fair, that it really was just a little mistake, but it's far too late now, and you can't undo what has already been done.

"I'm not- I'm- n-not human anymore!-... I don't even know why I'm alive!"

That's when Kyojuro's heart sinks. He scrambles to reason with you though, and his attempts have you smiling through tears, as much as your face hurts and your skin feels tight from the salt dried on your cheeks.

"We have Nezuko! We can have you too! I will absolutely not let you go! My love, we can get past this... Please let me come to you- this changes nothing!"

It's like your heart shatters the moment you hear your beloved Rengoku's voice waver in his pleading. He's always so sure of himself. He's so strong and brave, braver than you could ever hope to be even if you wished upon a falling star. But that's why you fell in love with him. Even in this moment, when everything is up in the air, he's still certain that he loves you.

Your resolve wavers, and for the first time since you've gotten back from your mission, you let him hold you.

He's got you wrapped tightly in his arms in seconds, and even through the physical pain, and emotional torment, he still feels so warm and comforting. You're finally safe. Everything is alright.

May I request Giyuu and his s/o having a meal after finishing a mission together? I love the food as metaphor for love trope.

Of course you may! I actually studied up on how to narrate food as a metaphor for love with the dishes getting more complicated and sweeter to reflect the love for Giyuu and symbolise reader giving her skill and time and effort to Giyuu , and when he gets invited over the food becomes known as something only he and the ones closest to her can can have jskdknfjjd I acc worked hard on this pls I hope you like it lol

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𝐆𝐢𝐲𝐮𝐮 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 - 𝐅𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥

You get up earlier than Giyuu does in the morning, in your own part of the butterfly estate to make you both a meal to start off your day before your mission. You have no clue if he's awake yet, but you're supposed to meet him at the front of the estate in a half hour.

You take the time to make pancakes for the man you fell in love with, taking extra care to make them as perfectly golden-brown as possible. Food has always been your language, so as you told the pancakes and place a couple of fruits into the little pots a delighted smile settles across your face. The breakfast for today is sweet, freshly made with love from the finest ingredients of the estate. As the sky adopts an orange, dusty pink hue and the sun comes out you pack your bag and put on your haori.

Your blush almost matches the pinkish hue of the horizon as you see your blue eyed friend, though he means much more to you than just that.

With a gentle smile, well manicured hands reach out to hand an unsuspecting demon slayer a pot of well made breakfast, and your heart soars at the feeling of providing him with a home made meal. You take special delight when you see usually stoic, apathetic eyes widen with surprise and confusion as he reaches to take the food, setting your stomach ablaze with his quiet thanks.

A young love blossoms between the two of you, entwining your fates together, and every time you provide him with a carefully made meal, each one usually more complicated than the last, he can't help but fall for you and your gentle, giving nature. He likes to show you respect and his own kind of love as he eats each meal no matter how full he is.

At the end of the day, when the mission is long finished and the report has been made and turned in, you insist that Giyuu come to the butterfly estate for you to cook for him, and of course he accepts.

You roast some sweet boar meat and season it generously, peeling some potatoes to make it a more filling meal. You boil the pot and keep an eye on the meat as you speak with Giyuu about the mission, and tell him how cool he looked when he got in the last hit on the demon. Wide, bright eyes sparkle at the memory as you praise him, not noticing when his cheeks tint a little and his lips perk into a small smile.

The two of you eat delicious, perfectly cooked steak in comfortable silence before Giyuu breaks it with a quiet question.

"Do you usually cook like this for people? Where did you learn?"

His curiosity counts as a win in your books, and you gently correct him before telling him about where you learned to cook, as well as what food means to you. Growing up, you'd lived in poverty, and sometimes have to go without food, and if you were given a lunch it was the most treasured gift you could get. Every time you would go on a hunt and find food for the family it was met with a hug and a kiss from each member, and the sight of happy, joyful faces on that of your parents and your younger siblings.

Since then, the delighted feeling of providing something so important and necessary has stuck with you, and gift giving, especially with food has become a natural habit ever since you could get your hands on the ingredients.

You explain all of this, and how the members of the estate have taught you every recipe they know.

"I only cook for you, Giyuu..."

The look on his face tells you that he wasn't expecting that answer, but he appreciated it more, an expression of pleasant surprise and adoration tugging at his brow.

He really is in love with you.

Inosuke: so when i was a piglet-

Tanjiro: *confused*

Zenitsu: you mean a baby?

Inosuke: *completely ignores* so when I was a piglet

🔍︎ — 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

Imagine being the most hated Hashira

For whatever reason, the other hashrias just never seem to like or even tolerate you.

No matter what happens, even if you're not in the same vicinity as them, they will always blame you

If Tengen drops something, then his immediate reaction is to yell your name

If Rengoku's food doesn't taste as good as it should he blames you for it

If Shinobu loses something in her office then she'll go to you and rip you a new one about stealing

If Sanemi wakes up on the wrong side of the bed, then he'll speak you out to just yell at you

If Obani can't find his snake then he'll ransack your room

If Giyuu gets into a disagreement with Sanemi then he'll take his anger out on you

Mitsuri doesn't really speak you out for anger, but she does distance herself from you a lot

Muichiro just completely forgets about you, whenever he sees you he asks who you are

I imagine that the most hated Hashira would be really close to the families and people who they saved.

Like an old man who owns a bakery shop that you saved and whenever you pass you always check in

The same old man with the bakery shop that makes you special treats whenever you pass around his shop

The old man with the bakery shop that will invite you in if you have a bad day and will listen to you

The old man with the bakery shop that will invite you in and celebrate your birthday with you or any other accomplishment you have

The old man with the bakery shop that is your closest friend

You are watching your life flash before your eyes as the demon blood courses through your veins.

As you writhe in pain and agony your memories fade away.

The last thing you feel and see is your love hugging you tightly as he sobs.

"I am sorry my dear."