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#agatsuma zenitsu x reader
vampcubus · 1 year
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𝐊𝐍𝐘 𝐏𝐄𝐓 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐇𝐂𝐒
:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 : kyojuro, tanjiro, and zenitsu.
:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : reader is implied to be fem, the term "wife" is used!
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— As much as pet names make his heart soar, he melts when you call him by his first name. The tender way your lips form around each syllable as if his name was something so dear to you. It makes his stomach flip every time you utter it. Kyojuro. Kyojuro. Kyojuro~ nothing sets his heart ablaze quite like your adoring voice echoing his name back to him.
— He’s Rengoku to most that know him, big brother to Senjuro, but to you he’s just Kyojuro. Your Kyojuro.
— However, there are some pet names that get those butterflies going: my love, honey, baby—something about being called baby makes him soften visibly. He gets that wet smile on his face and big eyes that say, Yes that’s me.
— He really really likes it when you call him “husband” there’s something so domestic and coy about it that makes his heart flutter. 
“Husbanddd, I require your assistance!” You often shout to him from the other room when you need help with something, and whether it’s simply a dish from a high shelf or a piece of furniture that needs to be moved, he pops his head into the room with an enthusiastic “Yes, wife!?”
(He especially likes it if you aren’t married yet, so when you teasingly call him “husband” it sounds like a promise.)
— Kyojuro has a multitude of pet names for you! He thinks your name is beautiful but he only calls you it when he’s feeling serious. Prepare to adopt second names by the day. 
— Names such as: my love, my flame, my heart’s fire, darling flame, my heart.
— And if he’s feeling particularly syrupy? He'll sing out names like sunflower and sunshine. cus you’re the ever-glimmering light of his life 🥺
— Everything that comes out of this man’s mouth sounds like a declaration of love.
— Another one he’s fond of is little flame.
“I’m not so little!“ you’d proclaim, making a face as he pats your head affectionately.
“Compared to me you are!” he’d laugh with his whole chest, teeth showing as he tosses his head back in glee.
— And even if you’re taller than him (which I’m sure he’d find incredibly enchanting, being able to rest his head on your shoulder and standing on his tippy toes to kiss you) you’re still his cute little flame.
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— He’s pure as they come when it comes to romance; shy but loyal to a fault! Tanjiro is a little clueless on how to go about the whole relationship business being so sheltered, all of his knowledge of courting rituals and such he observed from his parents (and they weren’t around very long to teach him 💀)
— Tanjiro honestly loves to call you by your name. He thinks it’s pretty and suits you perfectly. It took a great deal of conditioning to convince him it was alright to call you by your first name. To call you by your first name feels like an honor, so naturally, he’d want to utter it as often as you’d allow. 
— You can’t help but love the way he almost whispers it like a precious secret between you. His gentle voice always takes on an adoring quality when he says your name, every syllable honeyed and reverent.
— Tanjiro’s pet names are sickeningly sweet things like: sweetheart, flower, beautiful, and petal.
Nothing better than waking up to his kind gaze already trained on you, a muttered “good morning, beautiful.” against your temple as you’re still stirring from sleep. He gets that lovesick puppy look on his face when you reply with, “good morning to you too, handsome.”
— Tanjiro would let you call him anything you wanted, no matter how silly. You can’t go wrong with a cute shortening of his name like Tanji or a simple “my love” if you’re feeling sappy—and with such a loving partner as Tanjiro, wouldn’t you? He loves you so passionately it’s hard not to let the syrupy pet names fall like rain when he looks at you like that.
— His favorite though? Honey. Something about it just makes his brain turn to mush, he’d do anything for you when you call him that.
“Tanjiro honey, the bathroom door’s stuck shut again!” You’d holler, bouncing a fussing child with one hand and trying to pry the stubborn door open with the other. 
He’s at your side in seconds, wrenching the door open with considerable force. You sigh in relief, smiling when you feel his lips against your cheek, and watch as he shushes your child by simply stroking a thumb over their forehead.
“Thank you, honey,” you sighed, planting your own kiss to your husband’s cheek. He only beams, holding the door open for you and scooping your child into his own arms to let you have some much-needed alone time. 
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𝐙𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐔 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐀
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— I think it’s pretty obvious that Zenitsu is an avid pet name enjoyer, both giving and receiving! 
— He struggles not to shorten your name or replace it entirely with sugary pet names before you’re even official. And once you are irrevocably his? Prepare to forget your real name because you’ll never hear it from him again. Y/n? Who’s that?
— Your new names include: dearest, my love, sweetie, angel, peach blossom, sugar, honey—the list goes on and on! 
— His pet names only get sillier and sappier, but you’ll never have a dull moment with him that’s for sure. Zenitsu also uses the silly ones to make you laugh and can you blame him? It's his favorite sound <3
— Zenitsu doesn’t expect you to pick up his habit and start calling him your own sweet names.
— The first time you called him sweetheart his head whipped around so fast, eyes sparkling as he looked left and right, pointing to himself to ensure you were speaking to him. And when you nod he nearly bursts into joyous tears, fists clinging onto your kimono. It’s the first time he’d been given a sweet name, he can’t help blubbering his approval into your clothes.
— Zenitsu turns to mush before your eyes for any pet names, but his personal favorites to be called are: sweetheart (he melts every time), my love, my heart, and baby—that name in particular makes him get all misty-eyed and following after you like a puppy (another name I HIGHLY recommend calling him)
— Definitely soft for being called “husband.” it reminds him that he’s found someone that isn’t going to give up on him. No matter how many times he cries or falters; you’ll always be right there by his side. And then of course being married is his ultimate fantasy, so he can’t help but puff up with pride when you refer to him as your husband.
— Call him “pretty boy” and he’ll actually die. local man found dead in the marketplace after being called pretty by his own wife.
— it gets to a point where he grimaces when you use his actual name like who tf is Zenitsu? He’s sweetheart? He’s baby? 🤨
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mysicklove · 5 months
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𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆
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DAY 24: SPREADER BAR
With: Zenitsu Agatsuma
Word Count: 1.2k
Warnings: Sub! Zenitsu, gn! reader, crying, reader kinda is pushy but Zenitsu is fine with it, VERY sensitive Zenistu, overstimulation,
A/N: I hope i didn't take this too far. Reader is kinda pushier than my other fics, but idk. kinda nervous about this one for some reason. tbh, I'm not really liking any of my kinktober fics </3
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Zenitsu squirms. Plain and simple. Kiss his cheek and he is giggling like a school girl, touch his chest and he is shrinking away from you with a whine, stroke his cock and he is accidentally closing his thighs together. It was just instinctual, he’s sensitive, and even if he likes the touch, he seems to struggle staying still and letting it happen.
So, you bought him a spreader bar. Zenitsu adores handjobs, but its always a pain to keep respreading his legs (You once slapped his thighs as a warning to keep them open, and he immediately sobbed and begged for forgiveness. You never slapped him again). It was good to take measures into your own hands. 
But, he happened to be a little nervous about it.
“Y/NNNNN. Is this really necessary?” Zenitsu whines, his face pink from embarrassment at being completely bare in front of you. You were clicking on the cuffs to his ankles, while he lays against the headboard. 
You kiss the inside of his knee, before moving up closer to him. “You know it is. How am I supposed to make you feel good if you keep moving away?”
He pouts and looks away. “Don’t mean to.”
“I know baby, you’re just so sensitive. I love that about you,” You coo, leaning forward to kiss his temple. You rest your hand on his abdomen, and he flinches, eyes flickering to yours out of nervousness.
He looks down at his open legs and covers his face. “So embarrassing.”
“Hmmm. It’s cute, legs spread like a little whore. Only for me, hmm?” He whines at the slight degradation, moving closer to you to seek comfort in your warmth. But of course, he agrees, slightly nodding and playing with his fingers.
Your hand moves down to his cock, and he lets out an airy breath. Immediately you hear the clanging of the cuffs as he tries to move. You grin, glad his thighs aren’t stopping your antics, and pump him once, and then twice. His hand grips onto your pants and he looks up at you with pleading eyes. 
You continue, now going faster, and he keens, back slightly arching off the bed. He tries to keep his mouth shut, but it gets harder with every second. A minute goes by, and he is already spasming.
“F-Fuck slow down–You know I can’t!” He isn’t used to this, he usually gets a small break in the moments you take to pull away his legs. A chance for him to calm down, to not let his oversensitive body overwhelm him.
His legs are trembling and flexing as they try to force themselves together, but can’t. You continue your merciless pace, and his mouth hangs open, moans and whimpers falling with every second. Tears have already begun to well up. “I can’t. Wait, please! I can’t! Too much. It’s too much!”
You slightly slow your pace at his words and watch the way the pre drips down your hands. His thighs are shaking and he is twitching. Tears begin to spill over as he finally has a chance to catch his breath. You rub his face, brushing the drops away. “’m sensitive! Can’t keep up. You are going too fast, Y/N!” He sobs, and you coddle his face in apology, glancing back at the way his whole body seems to jerk when you reach the head of every slow stroke.
You coo at him, murmuring sweet nothings into his ear, as the spreader bar clanks with his movements. “But doesn’t it feel good, Zen? Your body is so reactive. You just need to relax and let it happen.”
He looks up at you with crocodile tears in his eyes and lets out a couple of sniffles. “Well, it did feel good. Just scary. Don’t got any control over myself,” He warbles, burying his face into your clothes for comfort.
You smile at him and begin to pick up the pace of your hand again. His hand tightens into a fist on your clothing. “Let me take care of you. I won’t let anything happen to you. Just gotta relax for me, yeah?”
A second goes by, and then two. “Mhmkay. Just, try to be gentle. Please?”
“Of course. Doing so well, ya know. Being such a good boy,” You praise, and he lets out a happy hum, soaking up the words. 
You slowly make your way to your original pace, ignoring the way he jumps, or tries to hyperextend one of his legs at the feeling. He begins to pant, and he’s clutching at you desperately, trying to keep himself relaxed, but also grounded.
Eventually, you reach your original pace, and his knees are caving in. He wants to close his legs desperately, but he can’t, and his body is reacting immensely to the intense pleasure. “Fuck. Fuck. Its a lot. It’s too much!”
“How does it feel, Zenitsu?”
He thrashes around the sheets, crying again, but seeming to enjoy it more than before. He doesn’t look afraid, just simply letting it happen. “Good! Mhmmokay im okay. Just–Just hard. Cant….Think!”
The bed creaks from his sporadic movements, and you are even having trouble keeping your hands on him. His hips are turning from left to right, and his back is arching occasionally. His mouth is open again, and his eyes are hazy. “Can’t last. I can’t!”
The bar continues to rattle, and his legs continue to strain against it. You are even worried that he might break it from the force of his movements. “You can cum whenever you want, my love.”
He doesn’t respond, just nodding his head, with his eyes slightly rolled back. His hands can’t stay still, interchanging from clutching at you or the sheets, to holding onto his legs to try to help stop force against the bar.
With his upcoming orgasm, the pleasure becomes more intense, and he begins to sob. “Fuck. S-Sensitive. Oh god, feels weird! Gonna cum. Please please please! It’s too much again!”
“You already have my permission, Zen. Relax, let it out.” He nods into your clothing and clings onto you like a lifeline but listens.
He cums, and it’s much different than before. He can’t curl up into himself, as he usually does, but tries to anyways. His body goes stiffer than usual, and he lets out three high pitches, broken moans. He shuts his eyes and arches his back into you. The white liquid coats his stomach, but he can’t even feel it, instead focusing on riding out the waves. 
He looks cute like this. It seems like it was his strongest orgasm in a while, and you are intrigued by it. Your hand slows down, and forces out the last couple of drops from the tip. 
You accidentally overstimulate him, and his whole body jerks and he lets out a whimpering sound. You gulp and pull away, trying to think of other thoughts, because overstimulating Zenitsu may be adorable, but if he reacted the way he does with a handjob, you may kill the poor boy with anything more.
But he blinks at you, eyes red with tears. “Again?” He breathes, still twitching occasionally from the aftershock. 
You gulp again, not sure if going again would kill him, or you.
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tothemeadow · 1 year
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can you make a dream of mine come true? its where the trio are on a mission during the mission they get hit with a lust demon art. when they are done with the mission they are drooling for y/n. they all want you at the same time. and you need to try to treat them without them killing you.
goddamn anonnie this is so TASTY 😫
'three's a crowd' / Kamaboko Trio x Reader
warnings: NSFW, mild gore, mild dubcon, oral sex, fingering, handjobs, three on one action, all the fuggin mayonaise
words: 3,961
notes: aged up characters, AFAB reader/female bits, they/their pronouns
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“Continue west! West! Almost there!” the Kasugai squawks overhead.
“We get it, you damn crow!” Inosuke yells back. “I oughta cook you already!”
“Inosuke,” Tanjiro quips, “focus.”
Grumbling, Inosuke ceases his verbal attack at the bird and turns his attention to the path before him. Zenitsu, on the other hand, snickers to himself.
Once again, the three make their way to whatever destination calls them; demons are everywhere, ready to pounce at any time. One must keep moving if they’re part of the corps. This time, though, rather than going single, Tanjiro’s Kasugai crow collected the three of them, informing the trio of a rampant demon terrorizing a town and its surroundings.
It wouldn’t be the first (or last) time that a demon goes on mass killing sprees, but to have so many victims in a short amount of time… It’s troubling, to say the least. Knowing that it’s eating more than well is enough to raise concerns, and it would be a foolish decision to let a single person walk towards their death. Having three people should make the task easier – hopefully.
They’ve discussed what little details fellow crows managed to compile – all the victims seem to be male, none of them dropping under the age of 16. Other than that, well… that’s for the trio to figure out.
Before too long, the crow gives a final squawk and takes an abrupt turn, soaring away from the group. Up ahead, silhouettes of houses break through the expanse of orange sky. At long last, they’ve finally made it to their destination. However, as the sun continues to set and night creeps closer, they’ll have to come with a plan – and fast.
“Kamado Tanjiro!” another Kasugai crow calls out.
The three look to the sky as the crow flies towards them from the direction of the town.
“Waiting for you, yes! Preparations are underway!”
“Guys, hey! Over here!” another new voice shouts.
On the outskirts of town, you wave the other three down, your free hand cupping the side of your mouth. The Kasugai crow circles back around and heads back towards you, seemingly leading the way. The three boys slow their running to a jog as they come closer to you, surprise written on their faces. As far as they were concerned, nobody else was assigned to this mission.
Tanjiro calls out your name as they draw even closer still, a smile spreading itself across his face. “What are you doing here?”
“Backup, apparently,” you say without missing a beat. “I was nearby when I was summoned.”
Zenitsu, appearing absolutely ecstatic to see you, hastily cuts the others off before they have a chance to speak. “It’s great to see you,” he gushes, face heating up. “How have you been?”
Inosuke makes a gagging noise. You can’t see his face beneath the mask, but you can tell its scrunched up in disgust. “Can you not think with your dick for once?”
Zenitsu impatiently swats at him, his ponytail swinging from the sheer force of the movement. “Says you, you muscle-brained idiot! You’re the one who humps tree hollows when no one’s looking!”
Tanjiro facepalms.
Surprisingly, you laugh. “It’s good to see that you boys haven’t changed much.” The mirth disappears from your face as your expression darkens. “Still… You’ve been updated as to what’s been going on lately, right?”
Nodding, Tanjiro steps another closer to you, ignoring the bickering two behind him. “Disappearances, yeah. Any bodies been found?”
“That’s not what I’m quite sure of yet. If the demon doesn’t have some sort of domain they can pull their prey into, they must be directing the men to some lair.”
Hearing you specifically say men makes a shiver run down Tanjiro’s spine. Hell, if anything goes wrong, his friends – himself included – could be in big, big trouble.
You continue. “It’s odd that they’re targeting such a select group of people. Do you think it could be a female demon?”
“I wouldn’t push away the thought, although it’s not the exact reason yet.”
“I say we use this dumbass as bait,” Zenitsu snips. He squeals as Inosuke takes him in a headlock.
“Whatever it is we’re dealing with, I wanna kill it!” Inosuke exclaims in his ever so charming brash way of his. He cackles, his thick arms squeezing tighter around Zenitsu’s neck.
“Night’s approaching. Come on, we’ve got to get ready,” you say. You snap your fingers at Inosuke. “Let him go. He’s not going to be much use to us if you kill him, no?”
Grumbling, Inosuke does as told and finally lets Zenitsu go. Zenitsu collapses onto his knees, sputtering and clutching at his throat. “You… asshole…!”
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“You’ve… got to be kidding me.”
The cavern is relatively 6 meters wide, 10 meters tall; it’s not deep, rather a shallow divot in the forest walls amongst the rocks piling into a mountain. What’s surprising, though, is the number of bodies hanging from the ceiling. Bodies is a pretty giving word – you meant to say skeletons.
Each of them is upside down, arms extended past their heads. The bones are picked nearly clean, their white sheen telling you that they’re relatively fresh. The cavern doesn’t smell of spoiled meat or blood, so it most likely means that the demon at hand stripped them bare before attaching them to the roof of the cave.
To your side, Zenitsu shakes, bottom lip quivering in a way that seems like it’s vibrating. His knees clack together as a pathetic whimper escapes his throat.
Inosuke scratches the back of his head. “At least they’re not suffering, right?”
“Inosuke,” Tanjiro snaps.
“It has to be nearby,” you interject, quickly discouraging any potential argument. “Demons just don’t leave their… collection out for anyone to grab.”
Zenitsu hastily shakes his head. “Hell no. I’m not sticking around long enough to find out!”
“WhY nOt?”
Zenitsu screams; he leaps into your arms, hands linking together behind your neck. Within a few paces from his previous spot, a grotesque demon stares at your group, head cocked at an unnatural angle. Black, stringy hair falls in its face, its eyes nothing more than empty sockets. The body resembles a mantis, the prickles on its forearms dripping with what you presume is a poison.
How fun.
The demon’s lips draw back in a snarl, jagged teeth gleaming in the low light. It seems to be glaring right at you. “LeT hIm Go.” The voice is no better than dragging nails down a chalkboard. You can’t help but wince.
If this thing is going to try to kill you, it wouldn’t hurt to ask for some basic information, no? Shifting your weight, you turn so that Zenitsu is sheltered behind you, your chin tucked over your shoulder. “And why would I do that exactly, hmm? It doesn’t seem like you’re very hospitable to your guests.”
“Please just tell us,” Tanjiro’s voice rings out, yet it sounds muffled. Looking over, you’re met with the sight of him clutching a hand over his nose, expression scrunched in disgust. Instinctively, you whiff at the air, but there’s nothing worth noting. Odd.
The demon’s face jerks in Tanjiro’s direction. “MaLe. NiNeTeEn. DeLiCiOuS.”
You huff. “What about me?” If your previous hypothesis is correct, then the demon should show a preference for the guys in your group…
Once again, the demon snarls at you. “FeMaLe.”
Bingo.
“Inosuke, now!” you yell.
The demon swivels its head around just in time to see Inosuke leaping at it, dual blades extending in graceful arcs towards its neck. It screeches as it barely dodges, the sharp, uneven edges catching the flesh of its jugular. Blood spews from the wound, a blackish red that is far from a human’s.
Setting Zenitsu down (he’s already passed out, who knew?) you draw your own blade. Tanjiro’s already ahead of you, charging at the demon at a speed naked to the untrained eye. Soon, the three men and you are taking turns swinging at the demon’s fleshy neck, attacks bouncing off each other in a dizzying rhythm. Blood and poison fly in fat droplets each time a hit lands; whether either is harmful, you don’t know. Blood already speckles your face and uniform, yet you don’t feel any pain or discomfort.
The fight continues into the wee hours of the night; it’s been a while since the fight left the cave, migrating into the woods instead. While your group makes use of the branches and the sturdy trunks, the demon does the same. A sweep of the hind legs sends you flying, your body crashing through the surrounding branches and other foliage. A sharp gasp breaks free as your spine makes contact with the rough bark of a tree. Your vision swims, but the bloodcurdling scream emitting from the demon has your ears perking and hairs standing on end.
As your vision clears, silence sets in. It’s still a few hours before dawn cracks and the forest properly wakes up. The usual trill of bugs fills the atmosphere, broken by the slight haggard breath here and there. With a groan, you draw yourself to a stand and waddle over to where the other three stand. Your blade slips into your sheath with a clean schlink – the sound of a job well done.
“Is everyone alright?” you croak. Thankfully, your eyes have long adjusted to the near nonexistent lighting, so you’re able to locate the others fairly well.
Inosuke grumbles and promptly throws himself onto the ground, limbs spread eagle. Zenitsu is sitting against a tree, his head cradled in his hands. Neither reaction is cause for concern (not usually, anyway), but Tanjiro… Tanjiro looks ill. You notice his nostrils flare whenever you draw closer.
“Tanjiro?”
“Fucking hell!” Inosuke yells. “Can’t you say anything else than his name for once?”
Your brows furrow together. “Inosuke, what are you going on about now?”
Zenitsu groans from his spot.
Gods, are all of them sick? Did the demon’s poison have more of an effect than you originally thought?
Slowly, Zenitsu picks himself off the ground and shuffles over. His arms sling themselves around you again, but it’s different than before. His touch feels different. You jump in place as he buries his face in the crook of your neck and inhales deeply.
“Oi! You son of a bitch!” Inosuke yells again. Foliage and twigs crunch under him as he scrambles to get up, entire body flexing angrily as he reaches for Zenitsu. “Off!”
You send a pleading look towards Tanjiro. Surely he would have an idea of what’s going on, right?
Right??
Still, Tanjiro refuses to say anything. His eyes are glued to yours, his jaw slack. He hastily wipes at his gaping lips and chin, yet it does nothing to hide the sheen of saliva sticking to his skin. A soft thunk brings your attention back to the two crowding around you; Inosuke has abandoned his boar head, the poor thing looking almost lonely on the ground. He openly lavishes your neck, tongue licking fat stripes against the skin.
A firm shove to the chest sends Inosuke falling straight onto his ass. You cup the side of your neck, completely scandalized. He doesn’t seem deterred by your rejection – if anything, it makes his eyes glow hungrily through the dark, a small growl rumbling in his throat.
Something hard pokes into your hip. You flash a wild look at Zenitsu. He merely looks back at you with a pleading gaze, his bottom lip tucked behind his teeth.
You swallow heavily. “Guys,” you start slowly, carefully, “we can get you to a Wisteria House or the Butterfly Mansion. I need you to keep your heads on straight. Breathe.”
“Please,” Zenitsu murmurs.
…Fuck.
Just like with Inosuke, you shove Zenitsu away. However, instead of staying there and lecturing them, you abruptly turn on your heel and run. It’s a ridiculous idea, you’re well aware of that, but the more distance you put between yourself and the three men, the better. Whatever was in that demon’s poison, it’s clearly messing with their psyches. You need time to think up a plan – and fast.
Trees fly by in a hazy blur as you make your escape. As you scale up a trunk, you hear not-so-distant shouts of your name echoing. From there, you jump from limb to limb, movements sleek and well-practiced. When was the last time you were chased like this? It had to have been a few years, at least, not since you were a fresh corps member.
It hits you before you see it; the sheer force of the collision rips the air from your lungs. Flashes of yellow fill your peripheral and a panicked word rings throughout your brain. Thunder.
Fortunately, Zenitsu has enough sense not to let you fall to the forest floor. He lands squarely on his feet with you held tightly in his arms. Both Tanjiro and Inosuke appear not a second later, and it’s only then that you realize that they’re all drenched in sweat.
Tanjiro says your name; he sounds pained, yet sweet. Guilt swims in the depths of his eyes, but another emotion lays over it heavily. It’s a look you’ve seen in Tengen’s eyes when he’s with his wives, or when Obanai is staring longingly at Mitsuri. You begin to squirm in Zenitsu’s hold, but his arms only tighten around you.
It’s hard to say who attacks first. One moment, you’re watching Tanjiro with a bated breath; the next, you’re on your back, staring up at three different faces. There’s a pair of rough hands tugging away at your haori, the buttons of your uniform. Goosebumps erupt over your skin once cool air caresses it, but then those very hands are fondling your breasts.
“Wait- No-“ you stammer.
A squeak breaks from your throat as your nipples are yanked on, calloused thumbs rolling them into stiff peaks. Zenitsu swears under his breath, his eyes glued to your chest. Inosuke looks just as lost, his gaze a million miles away. Tanjiro flashes you a timid smile.
“Please, just… Bear with us,” he tells you. Leaning down, he skims his lips against your temple. He breathes your name. “We’ll take care of you. I promise.”
A mouth latches around a nipple, eliciting a sharp breath from you. “What… What happened to you guys…?”
“That damned demon sprayed something at us,” Inosuke slurs. It sounds like his mouth is full.
Zenitsu promptly pushes Tanjiro’s head away and descends, his lips capturing yours. Your mind stalls as he pushes his tongue inside, a moan following soon after. You’re aware of Zenitsu’s stories of “wooing” women (to which degree you believe him is relatively low) and his general berating of Tanjiro and Inosuke’s lack of skills, but this… Well, it appears that he lives up to those stories.
You never thought you’d catch yourself kissing Zenitsu (if tongue and teeth equal as such) but it feels good. Still, this is wrong. These boys are your friends, and they’re under the influence of some Demon Art. That itself is odd, considering the effects of one die off as soon as the demon is killed. This poison had to be of some outside nature; possibly a concoction that the demon created itself?
Tanjiro busies himself with stroking your hair and the skin he can reach. He’s steadily breathing in your scent, little murmurs of appreciation and groans filling your ear. Inosuke suckles on your breast, teeth gnawing on your nipple until it’s flushed and swollen. Your lips are in a similar state once Zenitsu finally pulls away.
“I want to eat you,” Zenitsu says. The wicked flicker in his eyes tells you that he’s being completely serious.
You shuffle to sit up, but Tanjiro pushes you back down by your shoulders, smile apologetic but eyes the same as Zenitsu’s. “Wait, wait, wait- You’re not going to kill me, are you?”
“I get why that bastard strung all those guys up,” Inosuke grunts.
Your eyes go wide.
A silent agreement passes between the three and there goes Zenitsu’s hands again, undoing your belt and yanking your hakama down. Tanjiro hisses at the scent of your gathering arousal; it’s clear that your traitorous body enjoyed their attention a bit too much. Your fundoshi gets pealed away and your thighs instinctively clench together, wanting to hide your precious core from their hungry eyes.
“Open up,” Zenitsu breathes. He wiggles his way in between your legs and pries your thighs apart. Three sets of eyes focus on your puffy lower lips, at the sheen of arousal coating them. Embarrassment floods your face. “Beautiful,” Zenitsu openly moans.
You’re left completely speechless as Zenitsu ducks down, mouth latching onto your pussy. With a jolt, you shout his name, heart beating furiously against your ribcage. You’re genuinely worried it’ll try leaping from your chest and run away into the night. It takes a moment for your brain to catch up with what’s exactly happening; Zenitsu laps at your insides with purposeful movements, his nose held stiff to your clit.
“Move over,” Inosuke barks. He grabs a hold of Zenitsu’s haori and yanks him away, quickly taking his spot and raking his teeth against your sensitive flesh. You try to jerk away from him, but he wraps his strong arms around your thighs, holding you in place as he works you open with his tongue. He’s not as skilled as Zenitsu, but he makes it up with sheer enthusiasm.
Tanjiro takes your hand in his, his lips skimming your knuckles. It’s comforting, but you know he’s going to be wanting something from you as well. He directs your hand to his crotch; something hot meets your hand and Tanjiro shudders. Your eyes drop from his face, the sight of your fingers wrapped around his heavy cock causing something to stir in your gut.
Inosuke groans as your slick pours into his mouth, his hips pressed firmly to the ground. Zenitsu follows in Tanjiro’s footsteps and comes to your other side; your hand soon finds his own cock, precum leaking from the flushed tip.
Shit, this is really happening. If you go through with this, will the poison’s effects wear off? Will you be able to look at the trio the same ever again?
You tentatively squeeze both cocks and the delightful sound of deep groans fill your ears.
All doubts disappear.
Frankly, you’re not even sure how you’re supposed to go about this, but you still give it your best shot. The precum oozing from their cockheads make the slide of your hands easier, much to their satisfaction. Inosuke’s mouth is still hot on your drooling pussy, his eyes fixated on your parted lips and hooded eyes. Plush lips latch around your clit as two fingers breach your fluttering hole; a whorish moan erupts from your lips, and the cocks in either hand twitch at the sound.
“Make them cum,” Zenitsu tells Inosuke. “Gods dammit, Inosuke, make them cum.”
You aren’t sure if it’s his filthy words, Inosuke’s mouth, or the precum coating your hands, but that tight little knot in your lower stomach snaps and then you’re practically gushing all over Inosuke’s fingers. Wicked panting fills the air as Inosuke sits up, his pupils blown to hell.
“I want it,” he growls, his fingers digging into the muscle of your thigh.
Tanjiro speaks your name again, sounding absolutely wrecked. “Can you- Do you think you can take us all at once?”
Your pussy flutters at his words. You never thought you’d hear Tanjiro, sweet, sweet Tanjiro, say something so filthy. It suddenly feels too hard to swallow correctly. “H-How?” You hate how your voice cracks.
“Winner gets their mouth,” Zenitsu husks.
What?
Much to your surprise, the three engage in some oddly horny round of rock-paper-scissors. You’ve got be fucking kidding me.
Tanjiro makes a sound of excitement when he wins. How he manages to still be so precious at a time like this is beyond you. Still, you let the guys rearrange your positions into something more… workable. Now, your knees are digging into the ground below you, haunches tucked below as you stare up at the other three. Zenitsu licks his lips as he slowly grinds his aching cock into your fist. Inosuke doesn’t seem too pleased at losing to Tanjiro of all people, but he is pleased that your hand is stroking his thick cock.
Tanjiro’s face is scrunched. Although his cock is thick and flushed a pretty shade of red, hesitation still pulls at him. Zenitsu notices his inner turmoil and brings a hand to the back of your head.
“Pretty thing, open your mouth nice and wide, okay? Make sure your teeth are covered,” he urges.
Inosuke releases a guttural fuck as your jaw falls open, cute little pink tongue beckoning Tanjiro. Biting his lip, Tanjiro focuses on your pretty mouth. Precum pearls at his tip and runs down his shaft; he’s practically begging to have his cock in your mouth, even though he hasn’t said anything.
“Is this okay?” Tanjiro says through grit teeth.
You slowly nod your head.
A hiss passes through those clenched teeth as Tanjiro eases his hips forward, hand directing his cock towards your mouth. Your eyes fall shut as the weight settles on your tongue. Musk and salt fill your senses; it’s nothing like you’ve ever experienced, yet you find yourself enjoying the stretch of your jaw, the silken girth pressing further into your mouth.
Allowing Tanjiro fall into a rhythm, you keep your breathing steady and focus on the cocks in your hands. They feel the same as Tanjiro’s, all hot and hard and soft at the same time. A chorus of moans is music to your ears. There are murmurs of your name, sweet pet names, yet there’s always that choke of a curse word and a slight thrust of the hips.
The tip of Tanjiro’s cock hits the back of your throat and you cough. He pauses his movements, hand caressing your throat; he’s ever so patient, even as he’s leaking down your throat and saying your name like a prayer. He pushes in just the slightest bit, and then he growls as he feels the bulge of his cock in your throat. Now, you’re well used to Inosuke growling, but the way Tanjiro does it has your pussy dripping.
You’re nothing more than a toy, some pathetic thing to let them get their kicks. You feel so used, chin, lips, and hands covered in slick precum, your pussy weeping onto the ground below you. Opening your eyes, you take your time to look at each and every single one of the boys. There’s another fuck! and Inosuke’s cumming all over your fist, some of it even splashing onto your cheek. The sight triggers a domino effect of some sort; Zenitsu shoots his own load, spilling all over your hand and whining piteously. Tanjiro is only a few moments behind, his hand clenching around your throat as he empties his spend into your mouth.
Tanjiro pulls away and sinks to his knees, words gentler than before as he rubs his thumbs across your cheekbones. He kisses you softly, and the stark difference in behavior nearly has you dizzy. Zenitsu’s panicking about something, voice shrill as he cries out his apologies. Inosuke merely gives a what?
“Thank you,” Tanjiro whispers against your mouth. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”
“Wait, does this mean you’re cured?” you croak. Zenitsu squeaks when you look at him.
“Yeah,” Tanjiro tells you. He begins to give a little smile, but then his nostrils flare and he glances down between you two. A bright blush spreads across his handsome face. “You… Would you like our help?”
You lick your lips. “Yes.”
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lotusflqwer · 1 year
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A/N: Hello everyone, Darcie here!! This is a Zenitsu x f!reader smut fanfic! Aged up of course. If you have any constructive criticism or suggestions to make my writing better, y’all can send an ask or maybe leave a comment? I’m still figuring out how tumblr works so…..sorry😰 Anyway I hope y’all enjoy!!
Warnings: 18+, female reader, caught masturbating, a little bit of underwear fetish?, whimpering, vaginal penetration
Word count: 1.3k
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Everyone knew Zenitsu had a crush on you, but being a demon slayer didn’t exactly allow enough time for romance. That didn’t mean you didn’t like him back; you were always thinking of him. His golden hair, soft lips, champagne colored eyes, strong legs, toned back and chest-
You snapped yourself out of your daydream, stopping the thoughts from going any further. You were sitting on a porch in the butterfly mansion watching the sun set.
I should probably head back inside. You thought, embarrassed that you were thinking of such things.
You made your way inside, saying hello to everyone as you passed them by. It was almost time for dinner, and you figured you could relax in your room until then.
But you heard a noise that made you freeze. Is someone….whining? And groaning? The sounds were faint, but you definitely heard it.
The noises sounded like it was coming from your room. Oh no, did someone get hurt? You rushed to get to your room and slid the door wide open, wanting to help whoever was there. But nothing could prepare you from what you saw happening in your room.
Zenitsu was on the floor against your bed, moaning your name over and over. His pajama shirt was unbuttoned and halfway off, revealing his muscular upper body. In one hand was a familiar cloth being held against his face. His other hand was wrapped around his cock, jerking off quickly.
“Z-Zenitsu!?” You stuttered, shocked at the scene that was being displayed. His head shot up, and his face instantly turned red. He tried to cover himself from you. “Y/n?! I-It’s not what it looks like!” Zenitsu rapidly responded, stumbling over his words.
You pointed at the cloth he had in his hand. “Is that my……underwear?” You asked. Zenitsu covered his face with his hands, feeling embarrassed by your question. “Y-Yes….it is,” he replied meekly. A deep red blush appeared on your face.
“I’m sorry y/n!” Zenitsu yelled, “I-I promise I will leave you alone, you will never see me again!” He looked at you with tears in his eyes.
Before he could say anything else, you slid the door closed and walked closer to him. “Zenitsu….” You started, heart beating rapidly in your chest. “How come you didn’t hear me coming down the hall?” You said, lowering your voice.
“U-uh um” he stuttered and looked away, not daring to meet your eyes. You put your hand on his cheek and made him look up at you. “I asked you a question. Why aren’t you answering?” You asked innocently, knowing full well what you were doing to him.
Zenitsu’s erection twitched at how you sounded. It was music to his ears. “I was too focused thinking about you a-and I didn’t hear you” he answered, almost whispering. He looked into your eyes and adored how beautiful you looked. He loved everything about you.
“Y-y/n……can I kiss you?”
You bent down and gave him a deep and passionate kiss. Without breaking the kiss, you straddled him and took his erection in your hands. He gasped at the sudden feeling. He’s been fantasizing about this moment for months. You leaned in and whispered, “is this okay?”
Shivers went down Zenitsu’s spine as his sharp hearing amplified your sweet voice. “A-ah~….yes it’s m-more than okay” he moaned.
You nipped at his ear as a response and planted kisses all over his neck as you jerked him off.
“Y/n~” he whimpered, “t-this feels— ah~ a-ahh~ —so good!” He put his hands on your waist and pressed you closer to him.
His perfect moans and whines filling the room made your core heat up.
“God y/n y-you’re so hot” Zenitsu groaned, groping your chest as you kept jerking him off. You leaned in to lovingly make out with him.
Zenitsu took your hand off his dick and lifted you off him. You could feel his strong arms under you as he set you face up on your bed.
Zenitsu leaned down and started leaving sloppy kisses on your neck. His hands made their way to your breasts, pinching and rubbing circles around your nipples.
You moaned into his touch and arched your back. One of Zenitsu’s hands left your breasts and started to go lower. He rubbed his hand up and down your folds before he started massaging your clit.
“Oh god, ah~ Z-Zenitsu~” you moaned as your nails dug into his shoulders. He groaned at the feeling of you leaving scratch marks on his skin.
You cupped his face with both hands and kissed him.
As your kiss turned into a make out, Zenitsu lined himself up with your entrance. “Is it okay if I go in?” He pulled away to ask. A string of saliva connected your mouths.
You simply nodded, unable to form any words.
Zenitsu kisses your cheek and slowly slid the head of his cock in. He paused, waiting for you to tell him you were ready for him to go in further.
Tears threatened to spill from your eyes. He’s no where close to halfway in, and I already feel like I’m being torn in two.
After a minute or two, you signaled him to go in deeper. He slowly pushed himself into your dripping pussy until he bottomed out.
Zenitsu was panting. You felt so wet and warm. He wanted to thrust into you, but waited for you to adjust to him.
“O-Okay….you can start moving.” You whispered, knowing that the uncomfortable pain would soon be replaced with pleasure.
Zenitsu slowly slide out halfway and thrusted back in. He let out a shaky moan as he felt your tight walls around his dick.
He trusted slowly a few times before he quickened his pace. You didn’t feel pain anymore and started moaning at how full you felt with each thrust.
Moans getting louder by the second filled the room as Zenitsu found a rhythm. Neither of you have ever felt this good.
Zenitsu thrusted into you faster and faster, bruising your cervix as he somehow went deeper with each thrust.
You could feel your orgasm approaching, and you were sure he was close too. Zenitsu’s thrusts were getting sloppier as he continued.
You couldn’t think of anything besides how good you felt. You intertwined your hand with Zenitsu’s.
“M’close! So, so close,” you moaned. Zenitsu only nodded. He wanted you to reach your orgasm first, so he could pull out to cum.
As if you read his mind, your free hand went to your breast to play with your nipple, so you could cum sooner.
The sounds of skin slapping on skin and Zenitsu’s moans was the final thing you needed. You came and arched your back, rubbing your body on Zenitsu’s.
After two more thrusts, Zenitsu pulled out and strings of cum shot onto your stomach.
You both admiringly looked into each other’s eyes. “Zenitsu—“
“Um….excuse me? Y/n?”
You and Zenitsu immediately froze and looked at the closed door where the voice came from.
“Y-yes?!” You yelled back in response, your voice sounded like you ran a mile. You hoped whoever was behind the door didn’t catch how breathless you sounded.
“I was sent here to tell you dinner is being served. Also, have you seen Zenitsu? He wasn’t in his room when I went to tell him dinner is ready.” The voice stated.
“N-Nope! I haven’t seen him,” you said, smiling at Zenitsu. “Maybe he’s outside? If I see him, I’ll let him know he can go eat.”
“Oh ok! I’ll go check if he’s outside.”
You heard their footsteps fade away as they left. Zenitsu sighed out of relief that you two didn’t get caught. He sat up on the bed, making you feel cold without the warmth of his body.
“I guess we should go eat dinner” Zenitsu whispered, sounding worn out.
“I’d rather stay here with you,” you pouted, “you’re so warm, and I just want to lay with you for a bit.”
Zenitsu’s face turned a bright pink hearing you say that. “Alright, just a few minutes” he replied sheepishly. He laid back down and put his arms around you and pulled you into a tight hug.
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A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed it! Again if there’s any constructive criticism you have please send an ask or a comment or something lollll. Thank you for reading!
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violetarks · 2 years
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telling them they look pretty
anime: demon slayer
characters: kamado tanjiro, agatsuma zenitsu, tomioka giyuu, kocho shinobu, rengoku kyojuro, uzui tengen, kanroji mitsuri, shinaguzawa sanemi
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taytak3syou · 1 year
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doesn’t stfu. like bro goes on and on about you. good things? no. bad things? no. literally only about your sex life. he doesn’t care who knows how good he fucks you. he doesn’t care if anyone knows how loud you moan for him or how you scream his name when he hits a special spot inside you. the way you grip onto him, tears in your eyes begging him to slow down or stop. but does he listen? no. he’s obviously made people uncomfortable from talking about this. but does he care? no. he will go on, hours and hours about how much he loves to be inside you. how he loves your warm mouth on his cock, and how he always loves when you let him fuck you right. has he lost friends because of this? yes. does he care? no.
R. Suna / Y. Terushima / M. Atsumu / K. Denki / H. Sero / A. Zenitsu
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4izawas · 1 year
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— 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 ; 𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐨, 𝐳𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐮 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐚, 𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐚.
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𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 !! — the nights had grown long and cold, and what better way to warm up after two weeks of hunting demons without a break than the four of you curling into one another next to the fire hidden by trees?
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 !! — tanjiro kamado/f!reader, inosuke hashibira/f!reader, zenitsu agatsuma/f!reader.
𝐰𝐜 !! — 3.25k.
𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 !! — nsfw ; minors dni.
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 !! — canon noncompliant, long haired zenitsu, long haired tanjiro, long haired inosuke, demon slayer!reader, forest sex, polyamory, previously established relationship, biting, licking, kissing, mxm, fxm, fxmxmxm, hair pulling, begging, growling, competition play, domesticity mentions.
— 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐦𝐞 !!
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“Are we almost home yet? I’m tired.”
After hours of walking together after a less than stellar hunt for demons that ended with all four of them bruised and banged up, you all were finally going home. The two demons that turned out to be a nest of at least thirty plus the two strongest ones had kicked their asses for a good hour or so before you had finally managed to send her blade through the neck of the male nest leader. The female demon had followed her partner in death thanks to Zenitsu’s quick movements, and the panicked scurrying from the other demons at the sight of their leaders’ bodies lying decapitated made it more than easy for the four of you to kill the rest of them and set out for home. 
“Inosuke, you and I both know that you know the woods around our house like the back of your hand — does this look like the wooded area that surrounds our house?” Tanjiro’s voice, usually so soft and easy, was sharp and annoyed, and he didn’t even look back at the man carrying his boar’s head under his arm. Of course, it wasn’t like he was wrong — he’d caught sight of Inosuke chasing you through the trees, oftentimes with both of you naked and always with Inosuke’s long hair whipping behind him, more than he could ever remember as he did yardwork or hung up laundry; Inosuke had also made sure to learn the lay of the land after they moved there and while they built their house so he’d know every possible place to look if someone got lost. 
“Yeah, Inosuke, don’t be dumb,” Zenitsu mutters, still clutching a hand to his aching ribs. Already put out by how Tanjiro had responded, Inosuke lets out a low growl and lunges at him, and the pair both drop what they’re holding and tussle around on the ground while arguing. Zenitsu’s long hair, normally put together in a blocky braid, is messed up immediately as he’s slammed into the forest floor while he wrestles with his lover. Tanjiro groans then drops his own gear and joins them, initially trying to pull them apart but eventually getting so annoyed once his own long hair ( that you had taken special care to put together into a bun ) was ruined that he can’t help but join in, snarling soft-handed insults that get thrown back in his face. It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence, the three men arguing and/or wrestling each other, and they weren’t actually trying to hurt each other, but it still annoyed the fourth member of their relationship all the same. 
“All three of you, stop it!” you finally snarled, making the three freeze in place from their spots on the ground. Dirt is smeared over their clothes and faces, and Inosuke’s boar’s head mask is laying discarded about a foot away from them. “We’re all fucking tired, this hunt was shitty, so let’s set up camp for the night and finish the trek back tomorrow. Don’t take your feelings out on each other like a bunch of children.” The three men each had the common decency to look ashamed and didn’t say another word for a while, even after you had decided on a nice spot of flat ground to set up camp in. Tanjiro just quietly started a fire and tended to it in between setting up the area they were going to sleep in while Zenitsu went to get water from the creek he’d heard nearby, Inosuke hunted whatever animals he felt like eating meat from, and you unpacked what few vegetables the four of you had left to prepare for a less than perfect dinner. 
Before long everyone had come back from their respective duties, Zenitsu with more than enough water and Inosuke with a buck slung over his shoulders, and everyone had sat down to prepare what they could. Zenitsu began boiling the water that he’d brought back, and Tanjiro began peeling whatever vegetables you placed in front of him while you chose from the herbs and seasonings that you’d managed to gather over the past few weeks and Inosuke began dutifully skinning the buck he’d killed, his fingers rummaging through the soft underbelly and pulling out the innards with a seasoned understanding of how the dirty job worked. All of this was done in silence save the natural sounds of the forest, the crackling of the fire, and the bubbling of the water in the pot atop it; normally the silence would be broken by the four of them happily conversing, but the two weeks the four of them had spent together had worn them all down, it seemed. 
The silence continues in an almost overbearing way until you’re surprised by the feeling of a big, callused hand slipping its way beneath the waistband of your pants, carefully teasing your clothed pussy until a small wet spot soaked through the fabric enough for the man behind you to feel it. His fingers hooked around your panties and swiftly met your hot pussy, not hesitating for a second before plunging into your wet heat. You let out a cry at the feeling of being filled, and the heavy growl behind you is the only thing you need to hear to know just who was teasing you like this. 
Inosuke’s thick fingers curl teasingly against your insides, and you can hear him chuckling as your breathing gets short and shaky, your hips rolling into his touch as he pulls you closer and closer to orgasm. The work-roughened pads of his fingers dance across the sensitive spot hidden inside you. “Fuck, fuck, fuck — ‘Nosuke, please, ‘m gonna cum-!” you whine, and he just laughs quietly behind you. 
“That’s the plan,” he says, kissing gently at your pulse point and sucking at a sensitive spot on your neck as you grind down into his touch. 
“F-Fuck, yes, yes! C-Cumming!” you moan, nearly grabbing the hot rim of the pot before he stops you and holds you tight against himself as your body trembles and shakes through your climax. 
“Inosuke, wait until we get home instead of getting even dirtier in the woods,” Tanjiro chides through a smile, interrupting the ‘moment’ while watching with slightly dilated pupils as Inosuke brings his glistening hand up to his mouth and begins to lick your cum from his fingertips. 
“Sorry, was hungry’nd didn't wanna wait,” he grins, and Tanjiro’s cheeks redden slightly and his pupils dilate more; he can smell the scent of his female lover’s arousal and cum seeping through the silk cloth of her panties as she shakily stirred the venison stew that she’d hastily thrown together, and his cock ached in his pants at the thought of getting home and fucking her until neither of them could walk. The smell of precum leaking into both Inosuke and Zenitsu’s underwear on either side of him gets him harder in his own pants, and he digs his teeth into his bottom lip. Later, he thinks to himself as the flavour dots of blood that welled up once he bit down hard enough exploded against his taste buds, I can wait until later.
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They were warm now, all curled up together in the grass and leaves. Inosuke ran as hot as a small furnace like always, and even though he wasn’t as cold as he could have been Tanjiro found himself taking part in the drowsy tumble to try and press close to him where he lay in the middle of the sleep pile that the four of you always found yourselves in, whether at home in the massive custom bed that Zenitsu himself had had commissioned in the city closest to where you all lived; it fit you all easily with more than enough room to spare, and you all had your set spots in it, but when you were all out in the wilds for work sleep was essentially a free for all for best spot, just like tonight had been. You and Zenitsu had both gotten closest to Inosuke tonight, with you taking the warmest spot by sandwiching yourself between both Inosuke and Tanjiro himself, and it eased Tanjiro’s mind knowing that you were safely sheltered by both his and one of his other lovers’ bodies, and through easing his mind it eased him into a deep, comfortable sleep. 
An hour or so later he blinks the sleep out of his eyes wearily, both exhausted and confused as to what had woken him up. Your chest was pressed to his with your back comfortably against Inosuke’s with the other man snoring away with one of his arms thrown over Zenitsu’s waist. The moon is high in the night sky, swimming amongst a sea of stars and  signalling that he was supposed to be sleeping, but he tiredly peers into the darkness in fear that some unknown threat had awoken him. 
Instead he’s shocked fully awake by the sound of you whining and the feeling of you palming him through his underwear, your knowing fingers playing with his hardened bulge in ways that only you knew how. He bucks up into your touch instinctively, his eyes squeezing shut as you teasingly rub your thumb over his sensitive cockhead through the cloth of his underwear, and he moans softly. He gets a giggle in return and his eyes shoot open as you sit up and began pulling at the waist of his pants. Staring at you in the dark, he can see the way your eyes glitter in the moonlight and he gets lost in them as he lifts his hips and helps you get his pants down, his thick cock springing free and slapping wetly against his toned stomach. His hands find their way onto your hips and settle there as you straddle him and line your entrance up with his length, and he faintly laughs on the inside as he remembers how he’d told himself to wait. 
I guess it’s technically later, he thinks right before you sink down onto him, taking him all and completely wiping out his thought process as his eyes widen from the feeling of his aching length being surrounded by your wet heat. His immediate reaction is to sit up and throw one thick arm around your waist while holding himself up with the other as your happy sigh fills the cool hair in the form of a soft white puff; rocking against him at first, you begin to easily bounce on his cock and throw your arms around his shoulders, holding him close and whimpering against his neck as his tip rubs along your sweet spot with each bounce. 
A sudden jolt rouses Zenitsu from his deep sleep, the blonde brushing his long, messy bangs up and out of his eyes while he looks over his shoulder to see what one earth had woken him. His eyes widen and he tenses up when he sees the way you’re gripping onto Tanjiro’s shoulders and him to your waist, the thick muscles of his lover’s thighs tensing and rippling almost hypnotically as he takes control and thrusts up into your body. Tanjiro’s deep groans fill the air and soft cries fall from your lips, muffled by his shoulder when you gently bite into it to keep from being too loud, and Zenitsu shakily palms at his own bulge for some sense of relief when he hears the borderline beast-like growl that falls from Tanjiro’s mouth through clenched teeth at the feeling of your own digging into his shoulder. 
He watches for a bit longer, mentally debating over whether or not he was willing to interrupt them to join in before the ache in his underwear beneath the blanket he was sharing with Inosuke makes the decision for him. Before he’s even really aware of what he’s doing he’s already by where you and Tanjiro are grinding together, kicking his underwear from where they’d tangled around his ankles and letting his thick cock slap against your lips, poking gently against your tongue when it hits right as you cry out. Your eyes widen and your tongue instinctively swirls around his sensitive cockhead as he whimpers and thrusts shakily into your mouth, all while Tanjiro nips his way across your heaving chest and collarbones. The three of you more or less collapse into a mess of limps, scratches, kisses and bites, groaning loudly without a care in the world thanks to the fact that all three of you knew the only other person in these woods was Inosuke, who was sleeping a little bit aways from you all — or was, considering the blanket was now crumpled up into a tiny tangled mess at the foot of the little nest the four of you had been sleeping in. 
Your shrill shriek echoes through the woods, muffled by Zenitsu’s length as he greedily rolls his hips up into your face, his balls slapping hard enough to sting as they strike against your chin as Tanjiro fucks up into you slower and Inosuke begins tonguing at your asshole through a deep chuckle while one handedly opening a bottle of oil, his other hand holding one of your asscheeks apart from the other so he could bury his face between them. Once the top of the bottle of oil pops off and goes flying somewhere into the nearby trees and he decides he’s tasted enough of you, he coats two of his fingers in the oil and begins teasingly prodding at your asshole, careful to follow Tanjiro’s manic thrusts so he didn’t hurt you. With a groan, Tanjiro’s thrusts stutter to a stop, giving Inosuke the chance he was waiting for to properly stretch your hole.
“So much for waiting ‘til we got home, huh?” he asks teasingly, aggressively scissoring his fingers in your ass and making you wail into the root of Zenitsu’s cock as the blond continues fucking your face. 
Tanjiro shrugs, a blush heating up his cheeks. “Just hurry up and stick your cock in her,” he mumbles, and she whimpers around Zenitsu’s pulsing length; he was close, you could tell, and it only made you clench around Tanjiro’s cock, because you wanted his heavy load to slide down your throat, wanted to roll the thick cream around in your mouth. Tanjiro growled at the feeling, and as Inosuke spread even more oil along his own cock he said, “If you don’t fucking do it now, you won’t get to at all.”
“Fine, fine — hypocrite,” Inosuke grumbles, pressing the fat head of his slicked up cock against your twitching asshole before carefully pressing it inside, your eyes widening at the feeling of such a full pressure inside — and he wasn’t even all the way in yet!
One of Inosuke’s callus-roughened hands palms and squeezes at her ass as he pushes his length all the way to the hilt inside her, and then he rears a hand back and sends it crashing down across her asscheeks. A high pitch squeal is muffled by Zenitsu’s cock, and he moans shakily as the vibrations travel up his sensitive flesh. 
“F-Fuck — fuck, yes!” he grunts, the speed of his thrusts quickening as he approaches orgasm, and the sight below him of his two boyfriends and his girlfriend all roiling together in a moaning, fucking mess gets to him. He withdraws from her mouth and fists his spit-slicked cock feverishly, his cheeks burning with exertion as he lowly rambles, “Gonna cum — oh fuck, oh gods, oh fuck! So good, so hot — baby!” 
You close your eyes and open your mouth just in time for three shots of cum to land inside while the rest splatters across your face, dripping down your foreheads and cheeks like hot, thick rain. A hot tongue licks up a line of Zenitsu’s trickling cum from your face before a hand turns your face into a searing open-mouthed kiss that makes the ever-present knot in your tummy tighten that much more, and gentle thumbs wipe away the cum on your eyelids so you can open your eyes again. You lay your eyes on Inosuke, who currently has his tongue in your mouth, and your tongues toy around with Zenitsu’s cum while the blond drops to his knees and nips at a moaninn Tanjiro’s jawline, the man you were riding gripping Zenitsu’s chin and turning him to face him before kissing him as well. Your body, Inosuke’s, and Tanjiro’s still roll together heatedly, with Zenitsu’s quick fingers pinching and scratching at whatever sensitive spots they could reach. 
As you and Inosuke both swallow down an even share of the cum you’d caught in your mouth, Zenitsu breaks apart from Tanjiro so he can kiss you, his mouth and cheeks hot from the excitement the four of you were sharing. Inosuke and Tanjiro both lean over you so they can kiss as well, and you whine into your kiss with Zenitsu as the two men still buried inside you pick up the pace. 
You wail into Zenitsu’s mouth, faintly thinking about pouting as he kisses you harder, then screech as Inosuke and Tanjiro’s formerly opposing thrusts get so messy that they sync up. You scream and moan into Zenitsu’s mouth until you pull away by throwing your head back with a desperate cry, and he latches his mouth onto Inosuke’s neck and begins to suck at a sensitive spot there, making your beast of a man cry out for the first time rather than grunt and whisper out how good it felt. He shoots a hand back from where it had rested on your hip, and he closes it tightly around Zenitsu’s cock, jerking it hard despite how sensitive he knew the blond was. Zenitsu fell against his back with a cry, and Inosuke laughed breathily as his thrusts grew even sloppier than before. He could feel his balls drawing up, and he fought the urge to let his eyes cross, unlike Tanjiro who was more than willing to let his own roll back in his head as he came with a loud cry. 
The feeling of Tanjiro filling you up with cum and Inosuke continuing to fuck you with the stamina of  some rabid beast is what finally sets you off, and you cum with a strangled moan. Your noises, mixed with Tanjiro’s groans and Zenitsu’s high pitched cries, echo through the trees, startling some birds and no doubt sending other game running through the brush. Your pussy clenches around Tanjiro’s length, milking it of all the cum it could spare, and as he pulls out so he can watch the flood of his cum follow Inosuke lets out a hoarse roar and fills up your ass, the feeling of Tanjiro’s twitching dick sliding along the sensitive underside of his own through the thin layer of flesh between your ass and pussy being too much.
His orgasm also lets him lose control of his grip, which tightens exponentially around Zenitsu’s cock and triggers the blond’s second orgasm; he cries out as his hot cum splatters across all of your bodies before collapsing into the pile of limbs and teeth, tiredly allowing you to weakly nibble at his ear as you’re all ushered back to the area where you were supposed to be sleeping. 
It’s still late. The moon is still high and surrounded by stars. And the four of you still have quite the trek to make before you reach home. 
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𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐨𝐜𝐭. 𝟑 ; 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐱. 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 © { 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐 } 𝐛𝐲 𝐗𝐈𝐀𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐂. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭.
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Hello! Its me again I hope you don't mind me making a request Again, basically some headcanon of what kamaboko squad(zenitsu, tanjiro and inosuke)and genya, are like with a reader who is very chatty and enthusiastic but then becomes quieter and sad when someone (maybe another hunter of demons) tells them that they are a nuisance and that they should learn to shut up, and at some point the reader tells them about this and asks if it really bothers them that I talk so much, thanks in advance.
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⤷ YOU'RE LOVELY
kamaboko squad + genya || demon slayer
gender-neutral reader
masterlist, navigation
ofc! send in as many requests as you want as long as my requests are open, haha
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⤷ KAMADO TANJIROU
He can immediately the depressed and insecure hint clinging to you, and he is very worried. He tries to cheer you up at first and only gets more worried when it doesn't appear to be working.
When you tell him what is bothering you, he is quick to assure you that he loves listening to you talk. He loves your energy, and your enthusiasm is a very nice contrast to his job. He'll tell you that as long as you're happy, you shouldn't listen to what anyone else says, even if it had been him.
⤷ AGATSUMA ZENITSU
He can also tell something is wrong right off the bat, and he doesn't like the change your sound has made, it bothers him immensely. Tries to subtly inquire about what's wrong, when that doesn't work he's likely to just ask straight up what happened.
When you tell him what happened, he's more relived than anything. He thought you were upset with him! That maybe he had done something wrong. He is quick to tell you that you're one of the only sounds he likes listening to, he doesn't want you to change at all!
⤷ HASHIBIRA INOSUKE
He more feels that something is wrong rather than noticing. He doesn't know why you're acting weirdly, he thinks you got hurt at first and tries taking you to Kochou, and doesn't understand when you insist that you're not injured.
He doesn't understand when you tell him what upset you. Why the Hell does you care what some weak, pesty guy has to say to you? He outright tells you that's stupid and that you should go beat that guy up. Though, in his own way of comfort, he offers to do it for you.
⤷ SHINAZUGAWA GENYA
He might not be the best at telling when people are upset, but he catches on rather fast that something is bothering you, which just makes him even more worried. He thinks it's better to be upfront about things so he'll ask you outright if something happened.
He does his best to comfort and assure you that you loves listening to you talk, and that he loves your enthusiasm and energy. He has plenty of insecurities himself, so he takes you to do something fun in hopes of making you feel better.
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Whether Brown or Weird (Agatsuma Zenitsu x Reader)
Warnings: Fluff, takes place after Entertainment District Arc. 
Synopsis: As one of the servants of the Butterfly Mansion, you’re tasked with a number of duties. Sometimes, that includes listening to the woes of some of the swordsmen under your care. 
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“Am I ugly?”
You looked up from your needlework, the thread pulling taut against the needle. In the infirmary, there were several beds that had been recently made and vacated, evidence that your workload was rather light. Despite how bare the room may have looked, you knew better than to feel bored or lonely in this space. During a time when demons roamed and most humans were oblivious of their existence, this was a blessing that most demon slayers would not have been able to fully embrace most of their lives. 
As a servant working in the Butterfly Mansion, you helped with the upkeep and the maintenance of this safe haven. Even if your role was relatively small compared to the swordsmen who braved the many haunts of suspected demon sightings, you knew that your part to play still provided aid to those who needed it most. 
Today, you had been tasked with mending uniforms that still had hope of being salvaged after many run-ins with demons. Usually, you would have proceeded with your tedious task in your rooms or in the kitchens where you could keep Aoi company. Today, you resolved to observe the three young men who came into Lady Shinobu’s care after Lord Tengen’s stint at Yoshiwara’s Entertainment District. 
All three of the young warriors were mid-ranked, but you could immediately tell that they had skills beyond your level of comprehension. Their muscles were toned and bulky, faces lined with fatigue and weariness after having disposed of not one, but two upper ranked demons. You had the pleasure of monitoring their care a few months ago when you had first been hired as extra help, but the differences were astounding. 
They were growing stronger.
When you had first arrived, a basket filled to the brim with a combination of their uniforms interspersed with other slayers’ garments, all three of them had been sound asleep in their cots. Despite their protests, the three younger servant girls had made sure that they were given enough medications that they would surely have been knocked out for at least a day or two. Their hope was short lived, you couldn’t help but think. 
The moment that you stepped inside the room, the blond demon slayer (Mr. Agatsuma, if you recall from past interactions) had twitched and sighed. At first, you thought about turning tail and alerting Aoi or any of the three younger girls that Mr. Agatsuma was waking, but no sooner did the thought cross your mind that he ceased moving. You chuckled to yourself, you must have been really on edge if you were so quick to call for someone!
You settled on a chair nearest to the blond in case he should wake and then started your process. 
For the most part, your work kept your hands busy, but your mind free. Aside from the steady breathing of each of the swordsmen (you overheard some slayers calling their technique as recovery breathing), you heard the wind rustling three branches outside. A quick glance up confirmed that the windows were opened, which alayed the rise in your heartbeat. After a while, you fell into a rhythm of piercing the black cloth with your needle, pulling it through as the thread followed, and then pulling everything taut to make sure the rip closed and lined up neatly. Mistakes were rare, but you were loathe to allow your mind to wander too far as to suddenly create an unwelcome surprise in the future. 
Engrossed as you were into your work, it would have been easy for any of your coworkers to sneak up on you…
Or if a certain demon slayer was looking at you, mesmerized by your willing presence at his side. 
So when he asked that question “Am I ugly?”, you had no idea if you should smack him for interrupting your work without so much as a greeting or to calm your breathing first. Eventually, rationality won out. Despite such a blunt question and the rude contest in which he was asking, he was still an injured patient who still needed at least a week full of rest before anyone could even think about pushing him to his limit. Furthermore, maybe he was delirious. Changes in mental health could be as much to blame for odd questions. 
“Mr. Agatsuma, why do you ask that?” You peered closely at him, your eyebrows furrowed and your needle settled neatly into one of the seams of a jacket you were mending. Beside you, your basket was still somewhat overflowing with clothing, but you chose to ignore it for now. 
The young man fiddled with his fingers, his dark eyes focused on the ceiling above him. From what little you knew of him (and based on numerous anecdotes from the three young servant girls), he was supposed to be a loudmouthed young man who wore his heart on his sleeve. Often, he would whine and beg to stay in bed longer so as to shirk his practices as a swordsmen, but that was early on in his career. Before his joint mission with Lord Tengen, Mr. Agatsuma had been in top form with the rest of the trio—albeit, still whining and pessimistic at times. Honestly, you didn’t have much of an opinion of him, but you knew that his efforts to stave off demons in the world was already far greater than yours.
In front of you was a person who had the strength and the skill to slay demons. Even if his over enthusiastic nature concerning women was a bit over the top and turned most people off, he was still a genuinely good person. That was more than what you could say for some of the other war hardened members of the organization. 
“I… Did you hear about the debriefing about our last mission?”
You shrugged. As a servant, most higher ranked members would not have bothered to fill you in on the minute details, but you did know about the destruction wrought in Yoshiwara and that you narrowly escaped being escorted into the Entertainment District by Lord Tengen himself. It only took a few moments to connect the dots and direct confirmation from Lord Tengen to realize that Mr. Agatsuma and the others had to crossdress as young women in order to lure the demons out from their hiding spot. 
“All three of you and Lord Tengen fought bravely against some higher ranked demons.” A small, but genuine smile lit up your face and when you glanced down at Mr. Agatsuma, you could have sworn that his pale features were dusted a pale pink. “For that, Lady Shinobu and the other Hashira are grateful.”
“Yeah… Yeah, we did an all right job.” He sounded unsure. 
“Who told you that you were ugly?” You plucked your unused needle from where you had last pierced the uniform and waved it in the light. “If you want, I can give them a stern talking to.”
The fight must have taken a lot out of him because instead of putting on an act on how grateful he was that you were willing to defend him or maybe even grace you with a tearful display of how scary you acted, he simply deflated and looked even more morose than ever. Besides the less than bombastic disposition from your very first appearance to now, this is what tipped you off that something was terribly wrong. 
Mr. Agatsuma should never look so downtrodden and defeated like this. 
And yet—-
It was like you were meeting him for the first time. 
Like this was a part of him that was just as real as his emotional outbursts. 
“Mr. Agatsuma,” you tried again when he didn’t answer. Leaning forward when you were already so close should have elicited a reaction from him, but instead he seemed to cower away from your actions. “Even if they said you’re ugly—” You held his hand, a part of you somewhat taken aback by your boldness, but otherwise in control of the situation. “—I don’t think you are. And if you ask Aoi or any of the girls—maybe even Lady Shinobu!—I think they would agree with me. Besides, not all women prefer looks over personality.”
For the first time, the blond swordsmen seemed to brighten and underneath the midmorning sunlight, he was just as radiant. Even his smile, which was smaller than normal, was steps above the wallow that he had been stuck in. 
“So you don’t mind my hair?”
You blinked, your hand reflexively tightening over his in surprise. 
“Your hair? They didn’t like your hair?” 
His hair was one of the most striking things about him. Rumor had it that he had been struck by lightning during training one day and that’s how his locks became golden. In fact, the trio of swordsmen that he was part of each had their own respective features that made them stand out: their hair in particular was a topic of debate. You couldn’t imagine anyone thinking that his hair was ugly. The shade may not have been everyone’s preference, but you found that both the texture and the golden hue nicely contrasted his soulful brown eyes. If anything, the ladies in Yoshiware should have been fawning over the color. 
“But… Do you?’
Ah, if only Mr. Agatsuma was this subdued whenever he was pursuing women. If he did, you were more than certain that he would have a horde of young women hounding after him. 
You squeezed his hand once more, his skin rough and hardened from years of training, but still comforting to the touch. 
“I think the first thing I noticed about you was your hair!” The blush on his face was fetching; you knew you had to continue. “It reminds me of the sun, you know? Or candlelight! Something warm and very inviting. Beautiful, too.”
Redder and redder, his cheeks looked like they were about to combust in flames. Nursing may not have been your main priority at the moment, but even the hand that you felt was higher in temperature. Was he sick? Should you get Aoi? Or any of the three servant girls to tend to him?
Before you could leave and ask for help, you felt him tug you into his chest with strength that should not have been possible so soon after battle. If it were anyone else, maybe you would have felt flustered at your compromising position, but you were more than aware that he meant no harm. You could only hope to keep most of your weight off him despite his insistence on tugging you closer.
“Thank you, thank you! The women there just kept calling me ugly! Even the demon said so! And if that weren’t enough, even that stupid Hashira said that they could use me to scrub toilets!” On and on he went, complaining between compliments on how you were as beautiful as you were kind. 
It looked like he was going to recover soon enough.
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imagine
being in a hotspring, thinking, sad memories... occur... you start crying, zenitsu HEARS you from the OTHER SIDE of the bamboo fence???? tf??? dumb ass busts thru the wall and asks if ur okay, starts nosebleeding once he realizes ur naked
idk just some crack for him with fem! reader pls
Hotspring Troubles
(Hotspring with Zenitsu x Fem!Reader)
angsty fluff :)
Set in taisho era japan, separated men and women's hotsprings, reader recalls trajic backstory :(
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Sinking in slowly, trying to adjust to the heat, nearly falling asleep, and seeing how long you could last was all part of being in a hotspring.
So, as you sank in slowly, you recalled your PR, almost two hours. You intended on really relaxing and beating it today. But the hotspring sure had something else planned for you.
It was after a mission, you and your friends came to the hotspring intending to relax before returning to the butterfly mansion. You and the boys had departed before reaching the dressing rooms, taking your ways to the men and women's restrooms.
Luckily, it was a quiet town, and being a Tuesday, practically no one was around to disturb your peace.
As you held onto a warm rock for dear life (you couldn't swim too well, especially with temperatures this high), you look back on your childhood, unintentionally remembering those exact moments that were destined to screw up your mental health.
"Mommy, why is dad so mean to you?"
"Well honey, it's because.. he loves me. And you. In his own weird way. Even though.. sometimes.. it's hard for him to tell us, I'm sure he loves us very deep down in his heart."
"Then why is he always drinking that... what's it called? 'Sake'?"
"That's enough questions for tonight, sweetie."
Yeah, that sure made you know how people expressed their feelings. It sure told you how to tell if someone was treating you right or not.
Ever since your parents left you, you never had any sense of self worth.
"LET ME GOOOOOO!!!!! AHAGSHGSHAH! TANJIROOOO!!! LET ME GO!!"
"No! At least put a towel on!"
The commotion swept you out of your trance, and you noticed your head started to ache, and your eyes felt puffy, like after you cry. Had you been crying without even realizing?
Before you could continue that thought, the bamboo snapping was the only warning you had to pull yourself towards the rock in a feeble attempt to cover up your body.
Zenitsu sprinted towards you and skidded to a stop right before the rocks.
"ARE YOU ALRIGHT!?!? I HEARD YOU CRYING AND I GOT WORRIED!!!"
"Zenitsu! That's insensitive! Apologize!"
He completely ignored Tanjiro,
"WHY ARE YOU CRYIIINGGGG?!?!?!?"
Before they had the chance to run over, you had covered your eyes, although you were sure seeing the packages wouldn't be that bad.
"Zenitsu! Put on your towel!"
You heard some shuffling, "Y/n, we're covered now." You heard Tanjiro's soft voice.
You removed your hand from your eyes and beheld the sight in front of you.
(Inosuke couldn't have a care in the world and stayed in the hotspring on the other side, tired of Monitsu's shenanigans.)
Two attractive muscle bods? Hell. Yes.
You couldn't control the grin on your face, "Damnnn, you guys trying to seduce me now that we're in a hotspring?"
"N-no!" Tanjiro managed to squeak. He turned around to give you some form of privacy, but he still wanted to keep Zenitsu under supervision.
"Answer me! Are you alright? Why were you crying?!?!" Zenitsu was pouting, (oblivious to your naked form), begging you to answer him.
"Zenitsu!" You scolded, "I am just fine! I had recalled some things from my childhood, it's nothing to worry about. We can talk about it.. when.. we're not in a such a compromising situation."
It was then, when he was given the relief you were alright, he realized the current situation.
Blood surged from his notsrils at such an outrageous pace you had to switch rocks in order to avoid the stream escaping him.
"Oh my gersh!"
"Okay! You wanted to see if she was alright, and she is! Let's go!" Tanjiro began to haul Zenitsu's wailing form away.
Hate to see them go, but love watching them leave. (OMWS, iykyk)
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Hi anon! Thank so much for requesting this! Very much enjoyed writing it :)
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namodawrites · 1 year
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childhood friends for kny !!
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childhood friends my beloved!!!
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In elementary school, Zenitsu didn't stand out much except for holding the title of class crybaby: the loudest and meekest, the one that clung to the adults and the one that got picked on the most.
You recall on more than one occasion sharing your lunch when his fruit or drink got swiped. Easy pickings for those who were already growing into their abrasive and asshole-ish personalities.
And from what you've seen, he's still a crybaby, still a scaredy-cat when it comes to most things—still loud. But he's grown, and you no longer sit on the benches with him at playgrounds, no longer share your cartons of milk and let him take sips from your orange juice.
In fact, though you've been in the same class since junior high, you don't recall the last time you've had a proper conversation with him. When the two of you were lumped together, it was easier. But you'd found other friends in middle school, had picked up a couple hobbies. And he...
He's made friends too, but he feels stagnant, in a way.
"Agatsuma." You nod to greet him. "It seems we're both on clean-up duty. Nice working with you."
It feels a little wrong to be so formal with him, but you can't remember the last time the two of you had time to talk like this. It is a little surprising to see the other two aren't with him, though: they seem close, but maybe they just have their own matters to deal with.
"Yeah, nice working with you," he hums, picking up a broom.
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eiba-ashi · 10 days
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QUICK QUICK READ THIS
*starts rubbing hands together deviously after tricking you into reading my fic*😈
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tsukituke · 2 years
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- Late Nights in the Middle of June - Zenitsu x Reader Modern Au [ Based of the song heatwaves ]
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Ngl This is kind of cringe I’m sorry T0T
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- Sometimes all I think about is you -
You and Zenitsu met at College as you were close friends with Inosuke and he introduce you to Tanjiro,Nezuko,Zenitsu. As soon as Zenitsu met you he knew you were the one as he fell in love with you at first sight.
He always tried to talked to you when he had the chance sometimes he would follow you around in the halls like a worried puppy following it’s owner. Some people even thought you and Zenitsu had a thing going on so every person who asked you if you and Zenitsu were dating, When you answered “No” it did kind of break Zenitsu heart a bit but he knew that your just saying No cause you haven't fell in love with him yet.
You and Zenitsu known each other for a while, As everyone in your friend group had your phone number expect for Zenitsu as he was to shy to ask your for it. As Tanjiro and Nezuko tried to encourage him to ask you but when he did had the courage it end up failing when he saw you talking to Inosuke/Random boy as Seeing you talking with another guy who made you smile as jealous and sadness fills up inside of him as he walks away. That’s when he saw you standing all alone putting your stuff inside your locker as he knew it was now or never.
...He wanted to impress you when he asked you. Zenitsu walked up to you and slammed his hand on the locker and Look at you with a cocky smile trying to look cool. “Hm? Do you need something Zenitsu?” As soon as his name feel out of your mouth his face raise up with blush as he got his hand off the locker and puts it behind his neck “Uhh I-I was wondering..Uhh” He looked everywhere not trying to met your eyes as he starts backing up, You continued looking at him as Zenitsu trips on his own shoes and fell down right in front of you as he looks up to you feeling embarrassed.
You pull your hand out “Are you okay Zenitsu?” Feeling embarrassed enough he just wants to get it over with as he grabs your hand and stands up “H-Hey Y/n.. C-Can I have your number?” he says looking at the ground with a red face just waiting for you to say no. “Sure to be honest I was gonna ask you today for number but looks like it’s the other way around” You say laughing as you grabbed a piece of paper and write your number on it and gave it to Zenitsu as you close your locker and walk away. Zenitsu standing there as he can faint any second now.
You and Zenitsu been texting a lot as Zenitsu finds it nice to talk to you even when it’s not school hours. 
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After the hang out:
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After writing that Zenitsu threw his phone at the end of his bed as he shove his face into the pillow in embarrassment.
- Heat waves -
Embarrassment was the only feeling he could feel after sending you that message. He tried to avoid going near you or getting in your view point. After all Zenitsu thought both of you guys friendship was over after he sent you that message and you left him on read. As one day came that inosuke was tired of Zenitsu complaining about how he ruined his friendship with you and that both of you guys are like strangers as inosuke grabbed Zenitsu arm as Zenitsu freaks out saying "H-Hey what are you doing!? Let me go!" "No way I'm tired of complaining about {Misspoke Name}! How about instead of complaining about it doing something you coward!!!" Inosuke say letting a little puff out. "W-What No no Inosuke we can't go talk to Y/n! Please don't! She probably thinks I'm a weirdo now! Tanjiro! Nezuko help meee!!" As Nezuko waves to bye to Zenitsu as Tanjiro said "You'll never know how she feels or thinks of you Zenitsu" "NOO! Tanjirooooo please help meee!" As Inosuke runs off with Zenitsu in search of looking for you.
After 5minutes of looking inosuke finally found you. "Oi! {Misspoke name} come over here" As you walked over where inosuke was as Zenitsu struggle trying to make Inosuke let go of his arm as you got closer towards Inosuke. "What do you need Inosuke?" You say with a confused look "Here take your little friend cause won't stop complaining about his dumb problems with you!!" With that being said Inosuke runs off back where Nezuko and Tanjiro was as Zeniths' struggle making eye contact with you. "So is there a problem with Zenitsu? Did I do something to anger you?" Zenitsu rise his hands in front of you and says "N-No you didn't it just I thought me and you stopped bring friends after the message I sent you a few days ago" As Zenitsu looks towards the ground after saying that and putting his hands down "Stop being friends? No no I just left you on read cause I didn't know how to react or what to say hehe" you say with a small amount of blush on your face . 
“R-Really!? Ooooh Y/n, Your sooo Sweet!” Zenitsu said giving you a closed eye smile blushing as he put his hands together, You looked to your left then to your right as you looked back to Zenitsu “Hey would you like to hang out with me after school today?” You spoke with a small smile, Zenitsu opened his eyes wide then quickly reply to you “Y-YES I WOULD LOVE TO HANG OUT WITH YOU Y/N!!” He quickly put his hands over his mouth once he realized he screamed as you laughed “Hehe, Wanna walk to class together” You put your hand out waiting for him to grab it, He hesitated a little but quickly grabbed as you both to class together.
Bonus:
Zenitsu: And then I walked her Home!!! You should have seen-
Inosuke: *Ignores Zenitsu*  Gonpachiro are you gonna eat that?
Zenitsu: Excuse me, I was in the middle of talking about Y/-
Inosuke: *Continues Ignores Zenitsu*  Gonpachiro are you really gonna eat that cause I want i-
Zenitsu: I’M TALKING INOSUKE!
Inosuke: SHUT UP I’M TRYING TO EAT!! *He said this with food in his mouth*
Zenitsu: Listen her-
Tanjiro: Guys how about we-
Zenitsu: I WAS TALKING TANJIRO!
Tanjiro: Oh I’m sorry Zenit-
Inosuke: SHUT UP I’M EATING!
Tanjiro: Oh I’m sorry inosu-
Zenitsu: WHY ARE YOU APOLOGIZING TO HIM!?
Tanjiro: Cause I was interrupting him, I’m sorry Zenits-
Inosuke: SHUT UP I’M TRYING TO EAT IN PEACE!!
Zenitsu: WELL I’M TRYING TO TALK!!
Tanjiro: Guys Calm dow-
Zenitsu and Inosuke: I’M TRYING TO EAT/TALK TANJIRO/GONPACHIRO!!
*Angry Nezuko noises in the background*
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kaigarax · 1 year
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You Can Break my Heart
Agatsuma Zenitsu x Reader
Quote: “Fall in love by opening yourself up to heartbreak.”
Zenitsu awakens, not to the sound of creaking floorboards but the wafting of a melody through the air. Gentle fingers against the wooden keys of a piano.
It is a strange sound that seems to echo in the recesses of Zenitsu’s mind.
It is constant and keeps him from falling asleep.
Gradually, the melody has gone on for too long and Zenitsu once again finds himself fully awake.
The lightning style swordsmen peaks a curious eye open before turning to look at his sleeping companions. Insouke, who sleeps on his right, is fast asleep without a care in the world; and Tanjuro, who sleeps on Zenitsu’s left, has his head face down on the pillow. The box Tanjuro carries Nezuko in is tucked safely in the corner of the room undistributed.
Light streams in between the curtains. It’s a faint silver stream of light, but light nonetheless. It keeps the room from being enveloped in inky black darkness and allows Zenitsu a little bit of leeway as he curiously peaks around the room.
The only bed that is left empty and unchecked is yours, which is the bed farthest to the left and closest to the door.
The sheets of your makeshift bed are messy as if you had tossed them aside after not being able to fall asleep. Zenitsu guesses that you hadn’t meant to be out of bed as long as you already have and wonders if he should go find you and bring you back to the now cold and messy sheets.
Briefly, Zenitsu wonders if you would have been able to have fallen asleep better if your bed had been beside his own.
Not that there's anything wrong with you sleeping beside Tanjuro’s!
There is a respectable amount of space between Tanjuro’s bed and yours. Nothing promiscuous but neither far enough to say that the two of you are strangers. The people who worked in the Wisteria house had insisted that you stay in your own room but had eventually given in to your request of sharing a room when other occupants had arrived.
You had talked about how you hadn’t wanted to sleep alone. Something about how you would much rather spend the night with people you were familiar with than in a lonely room all by your lonesome.
Zenitsu found that little quirk of yours cute.
Though, there wasn’t much about you that wasn’t cute.
Eventually, curious about both your location and the melody, Zenitsu makes his way out of the room, careful not to disturb Nezuko from her slumber.
Unlike most Wisteria homes Zenitsu has been in, this one does not creak beneath the weight of those walking on it. The doors also slide open easily. Zenitsu makes sure to leave the door a smidget open before making his way towards the sound.
The darkness of the night is strangely welcoming to the fearful boy. Perhaps it is the smell of Wisteria flowers that pushes away the unease that Zenitsu often feels in the absence of light. Or maybe it’s the uncanny familiarity to a place he does not know. Or maybe, just maybe, it is the melody that has aroused him from his slumber.
The melody is slow and melecolnic yet Zenitsu feels himself well up with hope.
Behind a paper door, Zenitsu can make out your figure beside a flickering candle hunched over a black grand piano. A western instrument that had likely been imported here by one of the residents.
Zenitsu can only imagine how much of a fortune something like this must have cost.
A moment of brief silence pauses and Zenitsu fears that you may have spotted his form through the thin paper door.
He hopes that you do not find his behaviour disturbing.
Zenitsu stands as still as he possibly can in hopes that it’s not him you spot in the middle of the night. Eventually, when you turn back to the piano Zenitsu notices that you have begun playing with more aggression.
Your fingers are heavier against the keys and the tempo has increased ever so slightly.
Something has awakened within you as the playing has now shifted tunes. It has changed into something that Zenitsu is almost… unfamiliar with. It seems to be the same melody yet it suddenly sounds so different from what you had been playing before.
He can feel your sorrow, joy and longing through the melody that wafts through the air.
Growing up, the boy had always preferred songs to words over melodys without. There has always been a stronger feeling of connection between Zenitsu and singers. The way they managed to weave words together with their emotions in a cohesive way that brought Zenitsu’s own emotions to life.
But now, as you play along in the silence of night, Zenitsu can see why people enjoy melodies without the accompaniment of words. The connection between the one playing the song and the listener seemed so much more intimate. So much rawer than a translation of emotions.
Now, Zenitsu understands why he hadn’t been able to understand the worldless melodies before.
Before, those he had listened to had never been able to play with their hearts. Or perhaps he just hadn’t been able to listen to it.
Now though, as Zenitsu stands alongside the inky black canvas of night, he can finally find a connection with a melody that stands alone through you. And it is through you that Zenitsu finds a racing heart and a meaningful connection.
You are elegant and warm. You are strong and you are brave. Beautiful in every way that matters.
It is no longer the piano that plays you but you who has taken possession over the piano. It dances to a melody that engulfs the room. Zenitsu feels his breath hitch. It’s almost as if he is afraid that his breathing will interrupt the rhythm of your playing despite the two of you being miles apart from one another.
What has changed in your behaviour? Did you see or remember something to have caused such a shift in your playing?
Standing here, a good distance away, Zenitsu can really only think of one thing. That you have been through so much.
Zenitsu suddenly finds himself recalling the first time he met you. Well, exactly your very first meeting with him (as he had been half conscious) but his very first time finally connecting with you.
It had been sometime in the middle of spring when the cherry blossoms had started blooming.
You had been wandering across the pathway seemingly without a care in the world. Your sword, that seemed just the slightest bit too big for you, had made a repetitive thumping sound against your hip. A hiyori, which also seemed oversized, dangled off your shoulders flowing back with the wind. Zenitsu’s first thought had been how childlike you looked.
It was no wonder why Zenitsu had felt the need to approach you immediately and expressed his awe. Apart from the Demon Slayer’s overabundant affection towards women he had just known that there was something different about you.
Your heartbeat was familiar. Almost nostalgic.
It was about half a second slower than the average heartbeat but nothing all too concerning. There was just something about it that made something in Zenitsu’s own chest beat erratically.
Unlike most women, who had been startled and frightened, you had simply smiled at the male before asking him to walk alongside you.
Such a kind soul you are.
Your words were such a contrast to the way you looked. You were patient, which was a contrast to all the young children that Zenitsu had met. Your voice was calm and low. Your eyes were watchful yet welcoming and when you spoke the world seemed to stop for a moment to listen to the melody of your voice.
Zenitsu wanted to hug you after listening to your words. You had spoken about such heartbreak and still continued moving onwards. It was inspirational, and after speaking with you Zenitsu had been filled with an overwhelming sensation of joy and hope. It had spurred him to charge headfirst into the danger that had been bothering him. Perhaps it hadn’t been the best approach to the mission but it had been the push Zenitsu needed at that moment.
You were beautiful, and not just because of your physical features.
You were beautiful because of how graceful and gentle you seemed despite the oversized clothing and katana that was slightly too big.
You were beautiful the same way that you were right now as you sat side by side with the piano that seemed just a little bit too large. You are beautiful the same way that you were then as your fingers dance across the keys and illustrate the melody of your heart.
Your melody will forever linger in the recesses of his mind and echo in the depths of his heart. It is soft, warm yet hollow and shy. It is reminiscent of Zenitu’s own broken heart.
Love is such a beautiful and powerful instrument - and people are such fickle beings. There are few people that Zenitsu has known to have allowed themselves to fall so deeply into something despite knowing the consequences.
Zenitsu, himself, is certainly not (and likely will never be) one of those people.
He does not have the courage to jump headfirst into something that will certainly only result in heartbreak.
But, perhaps-
Just perhaps, he would allow himself to bear a burden like this for you.
You, who sits there across from in the flickering light of a candle, playing your heart out to the unknown. You, who smiles quietly. You, who cries only when you think no one else can hear you. You, who only ever had brief moments of life where you allow yourself to just live, instead of letting life pass you by.
Zenitsu thinks that if he can allow you a rare moment of living life in the moment then he would happily allow you to break his heart.
He would allow you to break his heart as many times as you wanted.
It was the least he could do for you.
Zenitsu has had his heart broken many times by a variety of different girls. In fact, a girl is the reason why he had become a Demon Slayer in the first place. He had just never been able to turn away from a maiden in need. While perhaps sounding chilaverious, Zenitsu knew it was anything but.
Afterall, he was anything but a hero.
But, all of Zenitsu’s broken hearts seemed almost rediumentary compared to your own. All the heartache, blood, sweat and tears had seemed to lead to nothing but despair for someone as kind as you.
And, Zenitsu thinks, who would be dumb enough to leave you behind with a broken heart!
You are not cruel or unpleasant. You do not stray from the path and you are direct in how you speak. Truly, it could only have been a monster that would have decided to leave someone like you behind.
When your playing stops, Zenitsu begins to think that he has been caught.
He prepares himself for embarrassment as your voice calls out, “you don’t have to sit in the shadows, you know.”
“How did you know that I was here?” A new voice asks, sliding a door open from the other side of the room. The door on the opposite side allows entry from the outside of the room, while the door on Zenitsu’s side is access into the hallway of the home.
Zenitsu feels a wave of relief wash over him. It wasn’t him that was caught.
Your laughter fills the room as you reply, “because I could hear your heavy footsteps.”
Heavy footsteps? Zenitsu thinks you might be lying for a moment. He hadn’t even been able to hear Genya approach, but maybe you could hear sounds better when you were the one playing. And, in your defense, Zenitsu had been rather distracted by the playing of the instrument anyways.
Genya, the gruff boy from the Demon Slayer trials, steps out of the shadows with a flush upon his cheeks, “I meant how did you know that it was me who arrived?”
You gestures for the boy to take a seat beside you, “I didn’t.”
Your answer seems so simple and Zenitsu thinks that it is just so you. That nothing else, in this moment, could have been more you than that answer. You take away from any coolness that you might’ve had all because you value honesty over your own pride.
It is an attractive trait.
“And, are you disappointed?”
Despite his momentary relief, Zenitsu knows that he is disappointed. He isn’t all too sure why.
“Disappointed at what?”
“That it’s… me?”
“Why would I be? Company is company, regardless of who we choose to share it with. And besides, why would I be disappointed with your company?” you ask.
Genya is cautious as he takes a seat on the opposite end of the piano chair. He sits as far as he can (which isn’t that far) from you, “well, most people tell me that I have a lonely presence.”
“Lonely?”
The word sounds different coming out of your own lips. You speak it as if it is the name of an old friend. A long forgotten friend that has returned from the ashes of your memories. That it is a name you have not dared to speak until it has once again arrived upon you.
Zenitsu thinks that there is not much fondness in the way you say the word, but it isn’t something you are ashamed of either. You almost sound playful. Perhaps one day, Zenitsu will also be able to speak the same way as you. Perhaps one day he will also be able to find pride in such a shameful word.
“They mean that they don’t like to be around me because I make them feel uneasy. That I seem to be uneasy around other people.” explains Genya.
“Well then…” Zenitsu doesn't hear the rest of your answer as takes this chance to slip away.
Just because they lived in a connected world didn’t mean that they needed to know everything that happened in the lives of those they were connected with. Some things, like this, should be allowed privacy. Even if a green eyed monster ate away at Zenitsu inside.
Besides, he had already allowed you the privilege of breaking his heart. Even if you didn’t know.
Fall in love by opening yourself up to heartbreak.
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heavenly-messenger · 2 years
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for @time-machine-breaker
zenitsu and tanjiro express their gratitude for your help with a mission and send their best wishes for your recovery
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Nanako-chan,
Are you okay?? You really saved us back there, and those wounds looked bad. We really couldn’t have done it without you though! The way you threw yourself in front of the demon and blocked its attack! I mean, I knew you were strong, you have to be strong to be a demon slayer, but that was amazing!! Can you go on missions with me more? Please protect me  Nanako-chan~
-Zenitsu
Nanako, 
I hope your recovery process is going well! I hate seeing you injured, but I suppose that’s just a part of our lives now. So don’t lose hope in your recovery! If you have half the determination you showed during the battle, I know you can heal quickly. Thank you for all you did back there, you really saved the mission. Hopefully we can see each other more once you’re all healed, I really enjoyed spending time with you, even though it was brief.
-Tanjiro
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