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tothemeadow · 1 year

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Commissioned by @ad-astra-hetalia

Rengoku Shinjuro x OC

Onsens are meant for relaxing, right? Why not make the most of it?

warnings: NSFW, daddy kink, age difference, size difference, light choking, semi-public sex, PWP, improper preparation and porn logic please for the love of god use lube

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What Daddy wants; Daddy gets.

Well, that’s what Daniel tells himself, anyway. He likes to think that he can be suave and have his beloved wrapped around his little finger, but things aren’t… quite like that. Still, when it comes to Shinjuro, Daniel is more than willing to do anything the other says. Rather than act and comply like a sneaky vixen, Daniel is more of the shy, flustered bunny type.

Shinjuro doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, he’s said numerous times that he likes a well-mannered, softly spoken person. His sons are enough to fill the roles of obnoxiousness personified (looking at you, Kyojuro), and he’s long lost his wife. And yes, Daniel will admit, being able to fill the hole left in Shinjuro’s heart was just a bit too much to handle.

As hard as the struggle was, Daniel soon found himself worming his way into the older man’s heart.

Even now, after all this time together, Daniel still finds himself blushing lightly when he steals a glimpse at Shinjuro. Although he isn’t his wife (which Daniel wouldn’t mind becoming, to be honest), their relationship is… unique. While Daniel is easily Kyojuro’s age – hell, he could pass for Shinjuro’s own son if you squint hard enough – there’s something delicious about being the focal point of such a refined, older man.

A finger jabs Daniel in the cheek. Shaking himself from his thoughts, Daniel stares, wide-eyed, at the one sitting next to him. Jeez, even whilst in his beloved one’s company, he still gets distracted by thoughts of him. Shinjuro quirks an eyebrow, seemingly amused by Daniel’s blank expression.

“You alright?” Shinjuro asks.

Daniel suppresses a shudder. Shinjuro’s voice carries a velvety rasp, deep and warm and perfect.

He glances around him, pulling his thoughts properly back to earth. Ah, yes – the onsen. Thankfully, it’s private, so they won’t get interrupted. The hotel they’re staying at offered them a token – a special commodity provided by Shinjuro’s work, especially since he’s the one who had to take the trip for a set of special meetings. Steam rises from the heated water, carries the scent of the perfume bars. It’s quite delightful, really, even if it’ll end up making Daniel’s fair skin flushed to the point of near discomfort.

“Yes, Daddy,” Daniel replies, voice meek. “I’m just getting lost in my thoughts, that’s all.”

Shinjuro hums and leans back against the rocks, the water rippling from the movement. Daniel watches as he grabs the bottle of wine (he notices this is the second one tonight) and pops it open with a practiced ease.

“Daddy,” Daniel whines, though his voice remains small. “You promised me that you weren’t going to drink much during this trip.”

Shinjuro merely shoots him a glance but says nothing. Instead, he opts to swing his head backward, bringing the bottle directly to his lips and taking a swig. Again, Daniel opens his mouth in complaint, but the quip dies on his tongue as Shinjuro’s abruptly slithers inside. Wine slips into his mouth, some of it spilling from the corners of his lips.

Daniel squeaks in surprise, his hands reaching up to clutch onto Shinjuro’s broad shoulders.

“You need to relax,” Shinjuro drawls when he pulls away.

Heat rises to Daniel’s face, and it’s not because of the steam coming from the water. He sputters on a weak excuse of a sentence.

Again, Shinjuro drinks from the wine bottle. His lips pop with an ah as he sets the bottle back down. His hand slinks back underneath the water, reaching out and grasping Daniel’s. Daniel jumps from the touch, his heart fluttering. Shinjuro’s hand is huge compared to his own, covered in callouses and radiating so much warmth.

A slight gasp passes through Daniel’s mouth as Shinjuro brings his hand to his lips. “Little Prince,” Shinjuro begins, “do I need to make you relax for you?”

The both of them know of what this looks like. While the world is gradually opening up more and more to the idea of two men being together, this isn’t what is expected. Shinjuro’s all too aware of what his coworkers say, how his arm candy is a young man, how it’s a shame that he didn’t remarry to another beautiful woman. How would they react to such a man calling his arm candy “Little Prince?”

“Your eyes are glazing over,” Shinjuro says, his tone rough. “Must I remind you that I don’t like it when you don’t pay close attention?”

Daniel swallows thickly. “I’m sorry, Daddy. It’s just…” He pauses, glances around. Although they’re alone at the current moment, the possibility of a hotel worker randomly showing up weighs heavily on his consciousness.

The hand holding onto Daniel’s lets go, instead moving to clutch onto his chin. “Words.”

A familiar warmth swirls in Daniel’s gut. “I don’t anybody to catch us,” he murmurs.

Shinjuro’s mouth twitches. “Not into exhibition, hmm? Not even for me?”

It’s not fair when Shinjuro plays like this. He knows all of Daniel’s weak points, how flustered he gets… “I never said that,” Daniel bites back. Although his face burns, he’ll be damned if he lets Shinjuro get away with the mindless teasing.

“Let us relax,” Shinjuro presses on, disregarding Daniel’s remark.

Now that Shinjuro’s practically leaning over Daniel, he feels smaller. Compared to Shinjuro, Daniel is tiny. He usually has to crane his head up to look Shinjuro properly in the eyes. But… but like this, he craves for the pathetic feeling, like he’s going to be crushed at any moment.

“I know that look.”

Again, Shinjuro hums. He descends, his tongue slipping into Daniel’s mouth. He’s met with no resistance; rather, Daniel gives a light moan, his smaller hands clutching onto the swell of Shinjuro’s chest. Fuck, Shinjuro’s so big – and in more ways than one. Wet noises soon fill the onsen, the water lapping against the rocks as Shinjuro rocks his hips against Daniel’s, his thick cock grinding against those milky thighs.

“Daddy, Daddy,” Daniel pleads. “Please…”

“Yeah, yeah,” Shinjuro drawls, his lips skimming down the side of Daniel’s neck. “Little Prince gets so impatient sometimes…” He quickly nips Daniel’s neck, earning himself a squeak. “Tell me what you want.”

Daniel sinks his teeth into his lower lip. His cock throbs, the precum beading at the tip and mixing into the water. It’s shameful how his hole clenches in anticipation, desperately wanting something to fill it up. A moan spills from his lips as Shinjuro kisses him; he can never deny Shinjuro’s tongue as it plunges inside, runs over the crooks of his teeth, flicks against the roof of his mouth.

Pleasured tears gather in his eyes as Shinjuro’s large hand grasps around his cock. It’s pathetically tiny compared to the size of Shinjuro’s palm, but it makes Daniel whine nonetheless. He feels so safe in Shinjuro’s arms, so helplessly small…

The hand around his cock pumps him steadily, the thumb digging into the slit and spreading the precum around the silky head. Another whorish moan breaks from Daniel’s chest as he pulls away, his palms pressed flush against Shinjuro’s pecs. He watches as Shinjuro continues to jerk him off, the other hand slipping underneath and pressing against his quivering hole.

“Daddy, please.”

“Don’t dare think about anything else,” Shinjuro grunts.

Daniel nods his head frantically; it kicks back as he gives another moan. Shinjuro’s fingers fill him so well, holy fuck. He keens as Shinjuro pumps his fingers in and out, the water slapping harder against the rocks from the power of his forearm. Daniel clings on desperately, a mantra of Daddy gracing the air.

Before long, Shinjuro’s cock replaces his fingers. Daniel falls speechless, his eyes rolling back. Shinjuro’s cock fills him even better than his fingers, the veins throbbing heartily against his velvety walls. All Daniel can do is shiver and cry, tears streaming down his face all the while.

With a tsk, Shinjuro lifts a hand, brings it to Daniel’s neck.

“Yes, yes, please! Daddy- nngh!”

Shinjuro’s fingers lightly close around Daniel’s neck. All it takes is a little pressure on the arteries, stop the blood a tiny bit. It never fails to make Daniel moan like a bitch in heat, his hole clenching down hard. His cock spasms, his spend plastering itself all over his skin.

Shinjuro curses, his hand letting up. He lets Daniel catch a breath before doing it again; this process repeats, his hips snapping into Daniel’s with a controlled force. The water spills over the edges of the onsen, the sound of whimpers and deep grunts filling the air. The closer to orgasm he gets, the faster Shinjuro’s hips move, his cock plowing deep inside Daniel. He chases after the edge with reckless abandon, his hand tightening around Daniel’s neck. Daniel cums again, his fluttering hole clutching onto Shinjuro’s cock with a merciless grip.

A string of curses and praises spills from Shinjuro’s lips as he slumps forward, his chin resting on the crown of Daniel’s head. “Fuck, Little Prince… You alright?”

Pulling away, he’s met with Daniel’s waggling tongue and hooded eyes. “Never better, Daddy,” he slurs. “Thank you for helping me relax.”

Shinjuro scoffs his amusement. His hand caresses the side of Daniel’s face. “Anything else?”

Daniel hums. “Can I… Can I have some more?”

#kny #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #kny x oc #kimetsu no yaiba x oc #demon slayer x oc #rengoku shinjuro #shinjuro rengoku #kny shinjuro #kny smut #commission #ad-astra-hetalia

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rasshu-benaio · 8 months

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〚 MEAT CHUNKS 〛

• A small Gyutaro x OC snippet (2nd person POV)

• Based off of “The Last Breath if Bravery” fanfiction

• SFW but talks about death

• Both featured characters are 20+

〚 Setting & Feel 〛

Its the middle of August and you just got done with your duties as a Hashira earlier than expected. However, you have to fed you little demon friend.

〚 Opening 〛

Walking outside, the sun was already beginning to set as the warm sunlight slowly slid into the horizon. Your pupils track the sun rays as your smile fades when they all leave; its getting darker now. As a demon slayer and a human, the lack of sunlight usually meant a lack of safety and you never did like the night like you once did as an aloof child. However you are now a grown up that needs to be the unwavering light, to protect the next generation of aloof children.

Except, you don’t have to tonight. You don’t have any particular missions to do this week and you’re relieved to know that. Most slayers and people tend to fall asleep alongside the setting sun and sure, you do from time to time but you had to change that sleep schedule up a bit. You hold a rancid secret from every single slayer you know; a horrible secret.

You; a hashira, is in a secret affair with one of the most vile demons out there; an upper moon.

The whole situation was complicated as is but somehow you begrudgingly ended up falling in love with some huge repulsive demon that surely could devour you whole. He was a spiteful demon with a vicious but depressing attitude, he would act so uncaring at times but ever since you both got entangled in each other’s lives… he stopped killing humans. He began to kill less and less humans to respect your strict regulations and you started to smuggle fresh human flesh for him in return. Every hashira had access to a fortune so buying bodies off of natural tragedies wasnt off of your radar.

Either way, it was around the time that this demon lover was fed and you was able to snatch some rich blood this month; a clean young body of a dead woman.

╚══《勇》══╝

A few hours pass as you cut up the body in little sections. Even if you’ve been doing this for years now, even if you’ve killed human-like demon, cutting the flesh of a dead person never got easier, especially a dead woman that was so close to your age. But you look into the emotionless body’s face as you chop its head off with precision… you couldn’t bare to look at the victim’s face nor would you let it be eaten, at least preserve their identity.

More moments pass until you hear a creaking noise at the door. Turning around, you see the demon’s unsightly silhouette close the front door as his body is drenched with marks and scars; its Gyutaro. He seems tired, nearly exhausted as he makes his way to you with a harsh scowl. You knew that he must’ve battled a strong demon from the injuries on him… you felt bad for nerfing him in a way because of his restricted diet.

Before he even said anything, you cup his rough face in your hands, gently guiding the demon down to your level as you swiftly give him a kiss on his cracked lips. His eyes close with relaxation as you see his shoulders melt down and then something plops into his mouth! You pushed a chunk of meaty flesh in his mouth just before he could snatch you away for whatever he had planned. He was very patient as you started to feed him by hand, knowing good and well that he could devour the food you had prepared in seconds. But having you take the time to feed him made eating anything better in his mind, even if he secretly wanted to chuck you away so he could gobble up this meal.

╚══《勇》══╝

Minutes turned to hours as you both shuffled around to the living room onto the fancy futon you had. His massive body was resting on your toned one as he licked your fingers raw. You didn’t seem to care about the sting that his toxic saliva had on your skin as it was just normal for you after being with him, and Gyutaro knew when you couldn’t handle his toxins anymore. He simply just laid on you observing your small quiet breaths. Finally, you speak about something thats been on your mind…

“Gyutaro… sweetie… Ive been thinking about something and i know i shouldn’t be worried but i just have to ask…”

“Hmm? go ahead n ask… some demon out there botherin ye? My little hashira feeling scared? Does she need her BIG SCARY DEMON? Keh…”

“Stop playing… im serious, im just worried that…”

“That?…”

“That when you get bored of me… ill have to kill you or you’ll eat me. I am a hashira after all and you are the big scary demon, im just worried about when-“

“Well… if i ever do turn on ya, you’ll behead me like how we first met. I know how strong you are.-“

“Lies. We both know how weak i truly am, and even if by gods grace that I managed to behead you, i dont think i could kill you… its just, each time you eat a human, i see myself… it that weird? Its weird… i”

“Its not weird, damnit… i, i know how you humans are with your mortality but i already told you that if i ever eat a human, im forcing you to become a demon alongside me… no questions asked”

“Gyutaro, im not becoming a demon and you know this… i just know that its a matter of time before something happens between us and in all honesty, i hope that one of us killed in battle before that happens”

“Like i said, thats not happening. Im not killing you… ok? And id never let your stupid ass die so stop thinking about it…. Damn.”

“Yeah yeah, well at least i know im the realist in the relationship, unlike you~”

“Mhmm… sure”

The annoyed demon grunts as he lifts himself off of you, looking down at your unfazed expression. Gyutaro blows air into your face just to spite you as he immediately drops onto you, flattening your body under his! This was his revenge for you being ass mushy and worried; doubting his loyalty. Feeling you squirm and squeak under his boney muscular frame, he chuckles and smothers you some more as you struggle and whine.

Eventually you settle into your trapped position as Gyutaro lifts his head towards yours, leaving you with a haphazardly kiss on the cheek. He loved to see you worried but he didn’t want his loyalty to be in question because in his mind, he would never kill you, let alone eat you. And as your hands wrap around his back, he looks at you and whispers comforts into your ear.

“You’re big scary demon would never eat you, I promise…”

╚══《勇》══╝

[this is technically not a Gyutaro x Reader fiction because it is a self insert type deal BUT i made it close to a general reader insert. Regardless i wont use those tags cuz this is oc-isk lore but if this does count as a reader x gyutaro short… please tell me, i wann be good at tag culture or whatever it be called]

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midnightwriter21 · 1 year

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demon slayer hcs: the hashira men having a demon!SO that’s immune to sunlight pt.1

characters: fem!reader x rengoku, giyuu

PT 2 with Sanemi HERE

AN: the long awaited request is finally here!! sorry for the delay! im in college and finals week was crazy! but the semester is over and i'm ready to get back to it with a bunch of new content for you guys! <3

RENGOKU

when he comes home from a mission to find the house completely trashed and a trail of blood leading to the bedroom he freezes

his first thought is that you're dead

someone or something has broken in

and he wasn't here to protect you

immediately blames himself

and poor kyo just can't force himself to walk in the bedroom only to discover your broken bleeding body

his heart couldn't take it

its not until he hears movement and small noises of pain that he pushes the bedroom door open

only to discover you hiding in the corner of the room covered with a blanket

relief

until he pulls the blanket from your head to see what you've turned into

he doesn't react

doesn't talk

doesn't move

doesn't even breathe

just stares at you

until you manage to croak out his name

this snaps his mind into high gear

immediately thoughts of the young Kamado girl are running through his head

she has never hurt a human and seems to do just fine

and if you were going to harm him you would have done it already

quickly pulls you into his arms, making sure to avoid the sunlight peaking through the curtains and carries you to the bed to set you down

scribbles a note to the head of the corps to inform him of your condition

and spends the rest of the day and that night comforting and reassuring you because of what had to have been a traumatic night

a week or so passes

you fall back into your old routine of caring for the house

and its quite obvious that you're becoming depressed

no longer able to enjoy the warmth of the sun and being cooped up in the house for your own safety

it isnt until a young man wearing the head of a boar bursts headfirst through the window

breaking the glass, ripping down the curtains

with a "comin through!"

that you realize the sunlight doesn't harm you like it does to other demons

leave it to inosuke lmao

when kyo returns home from another mission around noon

imagine his surprise when his demon SO bursts through the front door into the sun

and into his arms

takes a minute for him to process that you're not burning up

"oh my god we have to get you inside NOW"

the poor man is having a heartattack

but then he sees your smile and hears your laugh for the first time since the attack

finally he's able to realize that the sun has no effect on you

and he's picking you up and swinging you around in a giant hug

i just know he gives the best hugs

i'd let him crush me to death in one

of course kyo is still sometimes crushed with guilt

he blames himself for your transformation in the first place

but the most important thing is that you're safe and happy again

GIYUU

why can't this man ever just be happy

when you don't show up at your usual meeting place with Giyuu in between missions he knows somethings up

he rushes to your home

and there you are

sitting on the steps in front of your house

covered in blood and in tears

it isn't until he gets closer that he realizes what has happened

he has no words

everyone that giyuu has ever loved has been taken from him

and he allowed himself to love you

thats why this has happened

blames himself even though it obviously not his fault

still not speaking he looks at the sky to see the sun

and then back at you

a demon

who isn't affected by the sunlight in the slightest

and isn't attacking him

and then he disappears

when he returns several hours later it's dark outside

and with him he's brought Shinobu and the Kamado siblings

one of which is a demon

Shinobu checks you over and determines that the blood you are covered in is indeed yours

but any wounds you had have already healed

Nezuko senses what you are but seems to know that you're docile and snuggles up to your side as a comfort

and Giyuu just watches quietly

when Nezuko has fallen asleep her brother picks her up giving you a sad smile before he leaves

Giyuu helps you stand and brings you inside

he runs a bath so you can clean urself off

and goes about cleaning the house which was destroyed during your attack

it isn't until you're in bed that Giyuu lays behind you, tugs you close to him, and speaks to you for the first time

"i am staying with you. and i WILL turn you back."

and those two sentences bring you all the comfort in the world

#demon slayer #anime #demon slayer x reader #giyuu tomioka #giyuu #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #rengoku kyojuro #demon slayer headcanons #tomioka giyu x reader #giyuu x reader #rengoku x reader #kyojuro x reader #rengoku kyojuro x reader #kyojuro rengoku #kyojuro rengoku x oc #giyuu tomioka x reader

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lausterdomyamong · 1 year

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KNY x OC | Muzan x Lauster (Kumiko)

I finally translated these work of mine, phew.

#my art #drawing #kny #kny x oc #demon slayer #demon slayer x oc #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #kny x reader #demon slayer x reader #muzan #muzan x reader #muzan x oc #muzan kibutsuji #muzan kibutsuji x oc #muzan kibutsuji x reader

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pfpanimes · 25 days

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⌕ kimetsu no yaiba - rengoku kyoujurou.

like or reblog if you save/use.

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magicalbunbun · 2 months

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y/n: *sees a man walking down that road*

Y/n: that one.

How it went, yoriichi is worried for the man but somehow was shock to see them happy ..

#kny kanao #kny au #kny oc #demon slayer oc #demon reader #demon slayer x reader #kny x you #kny x reader #kny x y/n #kimetsu no yaiba

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thewinterpillarhashira · 3 days

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i ain't evuh seen two pretty bestfrendz (okMAYBE I cwn have them asofficially friends instead of just being idgaf to each other with no reason whatsoever)

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naramaiz · 3 months

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I finally tried the kny manga art style😭😪

Bebe Amari

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tothemeadow · 8 months

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Commissioned by anonymous

Agatsuma Zenitsu x OC

- Zenitsu has a problem. Of course, he's into females, but his Lit teacher - a male, mind you - has got his you know what going. -

warnings: NSFW, teacher/student relationship, musk kink, oral sex, slight foot job (?), praise kink, slight degradation, Zenitsu being a degenerate (same here)

notes: Zenitsu is 18 here, transmasc OC, thick thighs save lives

words: 2.8k

Zenitsu has a crush.

He thinks so, anyway – what he means is that he finds his Literature teacher super fucking scrumptious, borderline breedable, but that doesn’t necessarily indicate that it’s a crush.

A crush (to Zenitsu’s delusional mind) is someone that the heart craves for, someone to swoon over. That someone is usually a really cute girl with slouched socks and an adorable, bobbed haircut, or a woman with lascivious curves and pouty lips. Truly, women are the ideal crush in Zenitsu’s mind, so what gives?

Well…

Let’s just say that Zenitsu’s teacher, Mr. Ōnamazu, has the fattest ass known to man. Obviously, Zenitsu would notice. Come on, with an ass like that, it’s no doubt Zenitsu would check it out! He is a man of taste and culture, after all.

It’s both a blessing and a curse that his assigned seat is in the back of the class, situated right next to the window. Normally, during any other class, he’d be too busy staring into the sky or watching girls running around whenever they have a gym class outdoors. That, or he’d be doodling away in a notebook, pretending to take notes while he’s actually drawing straight up erotica.

But when Mr. Ōnamazu steps into the room, Zenitsu transforms into the moth attracted to light. Mr. Ōnamazu tends to wear the cutest cardigans over the plain teacher drab, and his (oh so cute!) round face is always set in a bored, neutral expression – everything about him makes him look like a cuddly teddy bear! There’s something about his chubbiness, the effeminate shape of his body… Just thinking about it has Zenitsu’s cock stirring in his trousers.

He's aware of the issue with lusting after his own teacher. Yes, that’s exactly what it is – lusting, not crushing. If he ignores Mr. Ōnamazu’s kind personality and the fact that he genuinely gives a damn about his students, it makes things a lot easier to deal with. But, like, it’s weird, because sometimes Zenitsu swears that Mr. Ōnamazu looks back at him on purpose, his gaze lingering for a mere second too long.

It’s only when the sliding door to the classroom opens Zenitsu snaps out of his age-long reverie. His heartbeat quickens when Mr. Ōnamazu steps inside, a warm smile spreading his chubby cheeks apart. Today, he wears a dark green cardigan with little frogs sewn into it; it takes all of Zenitsu’s strength to not curl up on the floor and squeal over how cute his teacher looks in it. Either way, his female classmates compliment Mr. Ōnamazu on the piece of attire, some of them even going as far as cooing and pressing their palms to their faces.

“Mr. Ōnamazu, your cardigan is adorable! Where’d you get it?”

“Mr. Ōnamazu, what are we learning today? Are you going to read to us again?”

Mr. Ōnamazu’s face gradually flushes from the onslaught of female voices chirping praises and excitement towards him. One hand pushes his glasses further up the bridge of his nose while the other fiddles with the cane clutched in his fist. He’s mentioned to the class that long ago he suffered from a spinal injury – apparently, back in his grade school days, he used to be a regular at martial arts competitions and made quite a name for himself. It didn’t take long at the beginning of the school year for the students to worm that information out of him; if anything, it only adds to his allure. Zenitsu admires him greatly for it, but also knowing that his teacher could easily put him into a chokehold does wonders for Zenitsu’s libido on a lonely night.

Mr. Ōnamazu quietly hushes his students. They all snap to attention and hang onto silence, anticipating for what’s to come. “Are any of you familiar with Lolita? And no, I’m not talking about the fashion senses some of you may have,” Mr. Ōnamazu begins.

Zenitsu finds himself nodding along with his fellow classmates. Vladimir Nabokov’s classic involves the controversial tale of middle-aged man obsessing over his 12-year-old stepdaughter and is known to be one of the greatest pieces of literature of all time. While Zenitsu hasn’t read the story himself, its infamy has been widely spread from the West.

Mr. Ōnamazu smiles. “I’d like everyone to view the story from a critical eye and decipher some of its deeper intentions. The school has graciously provided enough copies for each class to partake in reading. Aoi, if you’d please.”

The class’s representative, Kanzaki Aoi, rises from her seat and diligently sets to passing out the books Mr. Ōnamazu brought into the classroom with him. It’s a shame Mr. Ōnamazu couldn’t hand them out personally; due to his… voluminous hips, squeezing between the desks has become somewhat of an issue, and his cane doesn’t make things any easier. The first time his ass got squished from being pressed in between two desks almost made Zenitsu pass out due to blood loss.

“As I was saying,” Mr. Ōnamazu continues, “each one of you will be doing an in-depth examination of the book. Granted, the main purpose of the story was for it to be a cautionary tale, but I’d like to see your thoughts as to why Humbert Humbert obsesses over his Lolita in such a fashion. Naturally, we’ll be reading during class time and holding discussions. Any questions?”

Immediately, Zenitsu’s hand shoots up. “Is there any particular reason why we’re covering this story?”

Mr. Ōnamazu’s eyes turn into crescent shapes behind his lenses. “How are we to learn anything or appreciate literature if we allow censorship to run amuck? Reading is one of the most wonderful things in the world, and we should be able to experience many different things. What says you, Zenitsu?”

Dear God, just hearing his name roll of his teacher’s lips is enough to have Zenitsu hot below the collar. His mind wanders, envisioning Mr. Ōnamazu subdue him and read Lolita to him while he shamelessly rides Zenitsu’s cock…

“Zenitsu?” Mr. Ōnamazu calls.

Crap, he was spacing out for too long!

Hurriedly, Zenitsu clears his throat and blatantly ignores the growing weight and heat in his trousers. “I was just… thinking of how right Mr. Ōnamazu is. It’s a refreshing perspective.”

Eyes twinkling, Mr. Ōnamazu nods at Zenitsu’s response. “Thank you, Zenitsu. I appreciate it.”

The rest of the class passes by in a blur. The students fall silent as they read and take notes. Zenitsu, on the other hand, can’t focus worth shit. Every so often, he glances up at Mr. Ōnamazu, and he swears Mr. Ōnamazu quickly shifts his attention to someone else each time he nabs a look.

He worries his bottom lip between his teeth. While Mr. Ōnamazu explained his reasoning for choosing Lolita as their next class segment, Zenitsu can’t help but overthink, like, everything. The story’s protagonist, Humbert Humbert, is a literature professor who lusts after someone significantly younger than himself. Indeed, Zenitsu isn’t as young as dear Dolores herself, but he can hope that there’s a deeper meaning to all of this. If Zenitsu pours every effort and braincell into this assignment, maybe he could impress Mr. Ōnamazu with his views and score some major brownie points.

Mr. Ōnamazu, Zenitsu imagines himself saying, do you like me? Am I your Lolita?

The thought’s enough to make him shudder.

The end of class comes quicker than Zenitsu hoped. While the students settle and prepare for their next lesson, Zenitsu slinks from his chair and tries to casually make his way forward, hoping that his hoodie is long enough to cover his half-hard cock. He idles up to the desk sitting in front of the classroom, picking at his fingernails and taking deep breaths.

Noticing somebody else’s presence, Mr. Ōnamazu looks up from stuffing his satchel and offers Zenitsu a soft smile. “You seemed distracted during reading time,” Mr. Ōnamazu says, keeping his voice low. “Something the matter?”

Zenitsu clears his throat, his gaze dropping to his shoes. “Actually, I, uh, was wondering if you had free time this afternoon.”

One of Mr. Ōnamazu’s eyebrows twitches up his forehead.

“What I mean!” Zenitsu scrambles, heat flooding his face, “What I mean is that I had some questions regarding the material, but I was too embarrassed to ask…”

Mr. Ōnamazu then offers a lighthearted chuckle. “If that’s the case, we can discuss things after school in the teachers’ office. How does that sound?”

Zenitsu breaths out a sigh of relief. “That would work perfectly. Thanks, Mr. Ōnamazu.”

“Anytime, Zenitsu. You can always come to me.”

Later that same afternoon, Zenitsu lingers outside of the teachers’ joint office, kicking his foot against the floor. Most of the staff has already left, and the dwindlers left are the students participating in clubs. Mr. Ōnamazu is the only one sitting at his desk, hunched over a stack of papers with a red pen. He only looks up when Zenitsu quietly clears his throat.

“Ah, Zenitsu! I didn’t notice you there,” Mr. Ōnamazu says. He beckons Zenitsu into the office with a wave of his hand and sets the stack of papers to the side. “Now, you said you wanted to discuss Lolita?”

Now that he’s standing next to where Mr. Ōnamazu sits, Zenitsu’s eye home in on his thighs spill over the cushion on the office chair. Somehow, his ass looks even more plump sitting like that.

Oh, Christ.

“Would you like to sit, Zenitsu?” Mr. Ōnamazu asks, but he’s already moving to get off his own chair as he does so.

Zenitsu quickly waves his hands, nearly begging for his teacher to sit back down, and then he kneels to the ground. He could take another teacher’s chair, but it would just feel wrong. Plus, looking up at Mr. Ōnamazu from this angle…

He swallows.

“Actually,” Zenitsu starts, his voice no more than a pathetic croak, “I wanted to ask you something.”

“Yes, you said you were too embarrassed to ask during class.” Mr. Ōnamazu cocks his head at him. “Are you sure you feel comfortable enough to ask me?”

Now that Zenitsu is finally here, basically being confronted about it, he isn’t so sure. Still, he’s made it this far. Clenching and unclenching his fists on the tops of his thighs, Zenitsu focuses on the lace of Mr. Ōnamazu’s shoe.

“Mr. Ōnamazu…. Did you really tell the truth when I asked you why you chose Lolita for Literature?”

“What exactly do you mean, Zenitsu?”

He keeps calling Zenitsu by name. He couldn’t be doing it on purpose, could he?

“Zenitsu… You don’t think that I chose Lolita because of you, do you?”

Zenitsu sucks in a breath but doesn’t say anything.

“Zenitsu, look at me.”

Before he realizes what he’s doing, Zenitsu tilts his chin up and meets Mr. Ōnamazu’s steady gaze. The usual kind, warm glow is gone; instead, they’re steely, cold.

“How pathetic,” Mr. Ōnamazu murmurs.

An electric shock traverses Zenitsu’s spine, leaves him jumping in his spot.

“You think I don’t notice you staring? You always get this dumb look on your face. Aren’t you going to say something, Zenitsu?”

His tongue darts across his lips. Zenitsu can’t believe his ears. Mr. Ōnamazu has no goddamn right talking to him like this, but Zenitsu likes it. His heartbeat quickens, his breathing turns heavy, and the heat soaring in his lower abdomen – it’s too much.

A foot reaches out and presses directly against Zenitsu’s groin. He gasps at the light pressure digging into his cock, and his hands shoot out and wrap themselves around Mr. Ōnamazu’s ankle. He doesn’t push him away, no, he holds Mr. Ōnamazu tighter, a silent beg of please don’t move.

“Do I have to talk to you like you’re some dog?” Mr. Ōnamazu continues. His murmur seems so gentle, yet the ice creeping below the surface is hard to miss. “Speak, puppy.”

“I-I thought you chose it because of me,” Zenitsu admits, his voice just as soft as Mr. Ōnamazu’s. “I thought…”

“You thought what?”

“…I thought you liked me.” Zenitsu’s voice is barely above a whisper at this point. Any other time, it would go unheard, but since the two of them are alone, Mr. Ōnamazu can hear it perfectly clear.

Mr. Ōnamazu quirks an eyebrow. “Oh?”

Again, Zenitsu swallows. Slowly, he shuffles forward, keeping Mr. Ōnamazu’s foot against his crotch all the while. Another sharp inhale passes through his lips when Mr. Ōnamazu digs his foot in.

“I like you, Mr. Ōnamazu,” Zenitsu tells him, his head landing on Mr. Ōnamazu’s lap. It’s much softer than Zenitsu always thought it would be. Taking in a deep breath, he can smell the faint traces of Mr. Ōnamazu’s choice of soap and laundry detergent, but then there’s something… musky.

The weight of a hand drops onto the crown of Zenitsu’s head. Mr. Ōnamazu combs his fingers through the shaggy blond locks, his fingernails scraping lightly against Zenitsu’s scalp. “Oh, Zenitsu… What am I to do with a sweet boy like you?”

The simple praise causes something to stir in Zenitsu’s gut. He discreetly ruts against Mr. Ōnamazu’s foot, his face drawing closer to the latter’s groin. The musky scent grows and Mr. Ōnamazu’s foot moves, grinding down against Zenitsu’s cock. A tiny moan slips from his mouth, his eyelids drooping.

His mouth waters. Mr. Ōnamazu’s cock is right there, right in front of his face, and Zenitsu wants nothing more than to feel its weight against his tongue. The sheer size of Mr. Ōnamazu’s thighs encasing either side of Zenitsu’s head fuels his degenerative thoughts; it’d be so easy for them to squeeze the life out of him, choke him until he’s begging for air…

Mr. Ōnamazu’s tits jiggle as his chest heaves. Besides the blush on his face, his expression barely shows a thing. Fuck, would Zenitsu be allowed to put his mouth on them? He wants his hands to be full of the plump flesh, to leave dark marks in places only known to him. He wants Mr. Ōnamazu.

“Sir, can I please,” Zenitsu pants. He feebly paws at Mr. Ōnamazu’s inner thighs. “I want to suck your cock…”

Finally, finally, Mr. Ōnamazu’s façade cracks. Nodding his head, he shoos Zenitsu away and draws to a stand. He quickly undoes his pants, lets them drops to his ankles. Zenitsu watches in a daze, not really paying to the fact that Mr. Ōnamazu took off his pants rather than just whipping his dick out. His hips, his thighs, his ass, they’re all so overwhelming, but fuck if Zenitsu doesn’t them to crush his skull. He dives in, not giving Mr. Ōnamazu another chance to move. He mouths Mr. Ōnamazu’s crotch, his tongue lapping at the stripe of wetness-

Zenitsu’s brain short circuits. Instead of the hard outline of a cock, his lips met the soft, plump lips of a pussy… Zenitsu moans, his cock kicking in his trousers. The front of them is already a wet mess, but he pays it little mind. Mr. Ōnamazu’s boxer briefs are thin, and they do very little to hide the fact that he does, in fact, have a vagina. The sticky cloth clings to the puffy lips. Zenitsu tucks his nose straight against the slit and breathes, his eyes rolling to the back of his head.

He urges Mr. Ōnamazu to take a seat, his hands peeling away the offending article of clothing. Mr. Ōnamazu’s pussy lips are coated with sweet, sweet slick; Zenitsu dives in, clutching at Mr. Ōnamazu’s deliciously thick hips while his tongue laps at his core.

Mr. Ōnamazu curses under his breath, his fingers finding purchase in Zenitsu’s hair and holding on tightly. Zenitsu eats like a man starved, brain devoid of any thoughts as he desperately licks and sucks at the treat before him. He gropes the thick thighs squeezing around his head, his cock leaking more and more the further they smother him.

Zenitsu, being the master that he is, has read enough erotic manga and watched enough porn to have a general idea of what to do. His lips wrap tightly around that little bud, and his fingers take the place where his tongue was.

Praise after praise spills from Mr. Ōnamazu’s mouth. He shamelessly grinds his pussy against Zenitsu’s face, his breath catching in his throat the closer he reaches to his climax. Zenitsu nearly creams in his pants when Mr. Ōnamazu lets out a high-pitched whine, his thighs suffocating Zenitsu further as he cums. Zenitsu frantically laps at the leaking wetness, his eyelids fluttering.

After a few moments, Mr. Ōnamazu finally spreads his legs and lets Zenitsu go from his grasp. His pink, sweaty face makes his eyes shine, and his reading glasses are delightfully fogged up.

“Does… that… answer your question?” Mr. Ōnamazu asks as he catches his breath.

Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, Zenitsu gradually nods. “Yes, sir.”

“Good, good…”

“Mr. Ōnamazu?”

“Yes?”

“Do you think we can have another private lesson sometime soon?”

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yuki2sksksk · 3 months

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Continuation of this.

You guys can read it as OC or reader, since I don't think I will be naming her. Maybe just calling her 'Detective Hara' since her family name will be Hara. I changed that she grows up with the Rengoku brothers instead.

#demon slayer #kny #drawing #kimetsu no yaiba #anime #digital art #rengoku senjuro #rengoku kyoujuro #rengoku #rengoku shinjuro #Kyoujuro #rengoku kyoujuro x oc #kyoujurou rengoku x reader #kyoujuro x reader #kny x reader #iguro obanai

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jinnis-stuff · 5 months

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HUMAN DAUGHTER OF MUZAN (Y/n) WHO DEVELOPED CLOSE RELATIONSHIP AND SPEND TIME WITH THE UPPER MOONS+RUI

Nakime Edition:

In the middle of the night, (Y/n) Kibutsuji, a six-year-old human girl, woke up. She rubbed her eyes and sat up, then quietly slid open her bedroom door. She tiptoed down the hallway of the Infinity Castle, exploring the moonlit corridors with wide-eyed curiosity. The only sounds were the soft echoes of her little footsteps in the quiet night.

As she roamed the Infinite Castle's hallway, (Y/n) unexpectedly encountered a peculiar biwa-demon. Startled, the demon spoke, "What's the little princess doing here? Staying up for humans is bad, you know?"

Innocently, (Y/n) inquired, "Nakime-san, where's my papa?”

With a measured response, Nakime replied, "My apologies, but Muzan-sama is busy right now."

(Y/n) nestled into Nakime's comforting clothes, murmuring, "I had a nightmare... I can't sleep." Sensing the distress in the young girl, Nakime, who was seated nearby, invited her to sit beside. With a gentle nod, Nakime began to strum her biwa, creating a soothing melody that wrapped around (Y/n) like a protective cocoon in the quiet expanse of the Infinite Castle.

Leaning into Nakime, (Y/n) whispered, "It's pretty." The gentle strums of Nakime's biwa enveloped (Y/n) in a calming embrace. Slowly, with a sense of tranquility, (Y/n) closed her eyes, surrendering to the lullaby of the biwa, until the gentle melody guided her into a peaceful slumber.

Observing that (Y/n) had drifted into a deep slumber, Nakime continued to strum her biwa, utilizing her Blood Demon Art to transport both herself and the sleeping (Y/n) back to her bedroom. Gently laying (Y/n) in her bed, Nakime ensured the little girl was comfortable before settling down herself.

With a sense of dedication, Nakime resumed the soothing melody on her biwa. The gentle notes filled the room, creating an enchanting atmosphere that cocooned (Y/n) in a realm of undisturbed tranquility. Nakime, the biwa-demon, stood sentinel over the sleeping (Y/n), weaving a musical tapestry that guarded her dreams throughout the night.

Muzan entered the room, and Nakime paused her playing, bowing respectfully. Muzan, with a stern expression, inquired, "What happened here?"

Nakime, still bowing, reported, “(Y/n)-sama had a nightmare. I played my biwa to help her sleep, and then I transported us back to her room. She's resting peacefully now."

Muzan demanded, “Very well. You can leave now,”

Nakime nodded and exited the room silently, leaving Muzan alone with the sleeping (Y/n).

Muzan's gaze softened as he beheld his daughter, (Y/n), peacefully asleep. Approaching her with a tenderness rarely seen, he leaned down and placed a gentle peck on her forehead. A rare, genuine smile graced his lips as he observed the innocence that rested in the form of his slumbering child.

"Nakime-san, thank you for last night. I hope you'll do that again whenever I couldn't sleep," (Y/n) expressed with a sweet smile.

"Of course, little princess, I would be happy to do so. I will be here whenever you need a lullaby from the biwa. Please come and find me if you ever feel scared or troubled," Nakime replied, her voice carrying a reassuring warmth.

(Y/n) handed Nakime a ribbon. With delicate fingers, Nakime tied it around her hair. “This is lovely. Thank you," Nakime expressed her gratitude.

"It looks pretty on you," (Y/n) added, sealing the moment with a heartfelt compliment that echoed through the quiet chambers of the Infinite Castle. The exchange between the two, bound by an unusual connection, added a touch of warmth to the enigmatic atmosphere that surrounded them.

From that day forward, Nakime became a constant source of comfort for (Y/n). Whenever sleep eluded her or tears threatened to fall, Nakime would skillfully pluck the strings of her biwa, weaving a gentle melody that cradled (Y/n)’s troubled heart. The soothing notes acted as a balm, calming the storms within the young girl and lulling her into a peaceful serenity. In the quiet moments of the Infinite Castle, the bond between (Y/n) and Nakime grew stronger, their connection a testament to the healing power of music and the unexpected friendships that can blossom in the most mysterious of places.

#anime fanfic #kny headcanons #kny x reader #demon slayer #demon slayer muzan #demon oc #kimetsu no yaiba muzan #nakime #kny #muzan x you #lord muzan #muzan kibutsuji #muzan x reader #kny muzan #upper moons #demon slayer x child reader #kimetsu no yaiba

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