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a1tie · 10 months

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𝓢𝓾𝓻𝓹𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓮…

A small smut fic of you and Giyuu fucking in the bedroom…except…

NSFW! RECOMMENDED 16+

A/N: If you like music, I recommend reading this while listening to Say Yes by Floetry! >.<

word count: 386

warning tags: No plot.

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Breathing…panting..whining..moaning…

The dim-lit bedroom just gets hotter and hotter as the heat between your bodies and your breath fill the air. Giyuu towers over you, his body between your legs as one is over his shoulder for easier access. Your walls seemed to be everything he ever wanted, as he grunts and moans every thrust he makes. You loll your head to the side, your tits bouncing every inward push. Giyuu grabs your chin and redirects your head to face him. You whine as you both lock eyes.

“Keep your eyes on me.”

You have to admit. You looking at Giyuu and taking in the view of him enjoying himself gets you even more turned on. There isn’t a lot of times when his usual demeanor is ruined by your inner walls clenched around his cock, fucking you senseless.

He takes his hand off your chin as he places it beside your head. The way your head stayed in place even when he let it go, and you still maintaining eye contact with him sent a shock of pleasure. Such an obedient girl, no?

Your legs started to jerk as you moaned and slurred your words. The sensation of being filled and empty again repeatedly threw you off the edge. Your eyelids flutter as you rolled your eyes to the back of your head. You grab onto his haori, clumsily missing it the first time from the seemingly unending pleasure.

“Rig..hah…right there. Right thERE~” The intensity of your words increased as your feet pointed and curled. You arch your back, gripping the sheets of the bed. Your legs start to shake violently. As soon as you clench your pussy, he lets out a loud grunt as he bites his lower lip. His grunts continue as ropes of semen land in you. The feeling was overwhelming. You controlled yourself, slowly exhaling whines and moans as he keeps inserting to let his and your high subside. He grabs your breast for useless support, and leans down to kiss you. You and his tongue intertwine, hands touching sensually in places that you never knew were so sensitive. This is the third time you both have been so desperate for each other. When will this progress? You will never know, but the scandal sure does arouse you.

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mwah!~ based on a request from one of my mutuals on Tiktok!

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abrabloodycadabra · 11 months

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If you've heard a loud bark that was me 🙏⚰️ ⚰️

#I've been waiting for three weeks to post this #art #digital art #hotaru haganezuka #demon slayer haganezuka #kny haganezuka #haganezuka x reader #haganezuka #demon slayer art #demon slayer fanart #demon slayer #kny #kny art #kny fanart #kny fandom #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer x reader #kny x reader

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wifeyana · 7 months

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Headcanons. (These are very random and I thought about them at two in the morning)

Shota Aizawa

He wears a bonnet to sleep. Because when he doesn't his hair gets into his mouth while he's snoring 🙏🏽

Kyojuro Rengoku

Whenever he has a dream where he's eating, in the middle of the night, when it's completely silent in the Rengoku estate he shouts in his sleep btw "tasty!" or "Umai!" (Whichever you prefer) and he doesn't realize it. And it scares the shit out of Senjuro every time.

That's it. I'm done. Bye~

#demon slayer #kny #kimetsu no yaiba #kny fandom #kny fanfic #kyojuro rengoku #rengoku kyojuro #mha fandom #mha my hero academia #mha headcanons #Shota Aizawa #bnha aizawa #aizawa shota

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naramaiz · 4 days

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Can you do an Obinai drawing?!?!?! Please!?!?!?!

Absolutely‼️‼️

Slowly returning little by little

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bwabys-scenarios · 11 months

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need you

Tomioka Giyuu x Reader

Giyuu watches as his lover whines, rubbing her legs together to try and ease the ache in her cunt. His hand is placed firmly on the small of her back as he leans over to inspect her paperwork.

“Almost done. Just a little longer and we can deal with your little… problem.”

He begins to leave, having his own paperwork he needs to deal with, when she grabs his arm, her face flushed.

“Giyuu, please… need you…”

Maybe work can wait a little longer.

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catladywriter · 2 months

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Inotan Fan Comic: Stares in this Town - Tanjirou's Tempura Therapy

Context: The above work is a comic adaptation of a scene from my Inotan fic Stares in this Town, illustrated by the talented ReName_重名君. It's set 2 years after the main story ends. Tanjirou and Inosuke are 17 years old. Their hair has grown a little longer, they're a little taller with less roundish faces. They work in the Wisteria Garden, an eatery that the Kamados have just inherited from their neighbour. Tanjirou is the head chef, assisted by Nezuko, while Inosuke and Zenitsu work in the front of house. Inosuke doesn't wear his boar mask but he still tugs at Tanjirou's clothes when he's stressed.

If you read Stares in this Town, this scene comes after the point where Inosuke, initially reluctant to take up his new role, starts his first work day proper after mistakenly believing that Tanjirou has challenged him to do so.

Support banner by @cafekitsune

Author's Notes I'm absolutely thrilled to share this collaboration with the incredibly talented ReName_重名君, whose fantastic works you might have come across in my tumblr (ahem, I promise I haven't forgotten about this translation project, life's just been a whirlwind lately, but I'll definitely get around to it soon!). I'll spare you from my gushing (I already left ReName_重名君 a semi-essay about how incredible I thought her work was), but let me just say that seeing one of my favorite scenes brought to life in her art style and interpretation truly brought tears to my eyes. Inosuke's shirt-pulling and the feeding trope are some things I really enjoy, so I'm over the moon to see them visualized here. I barely provided any art direction beyond using my fic as a reference, so I was absolutely astounded by how seamlessly ReName_重名君 incorporated elements from canon (like the chibis and that first frame on the second page from the famous "you make me feel secure" scene) with her own interpretation of my story. Also, can we take a moment to appreciate how handsome and grown-up our boys look in her style? And Tanjirou's gentle and domestic demeanor is just too adorable - they look like such a cute newly-married couple! (though, in these scenes, they haven't actually gotten together yet). Okay, I'm getting carried away with excitement, so I'll stop gushing now. I hope you enjoy this comic as much as I do, and while this collaboration was definitely initiated for my own enjoyment, it would mean the world to me if you let me know that you're also enjoying it. And if you haven't checked out the fic yet, please give it a read here. Additionally, if there are any scenes from my other works that you’d like to see a visual interpretation of, feel free to let me know in the work’s comments. I cannot promise that it’ll happen, but I’ll certainly consider it if ReName_重名君’s schedule allows! Thank you for reading! If you enjoyed this, it’d really make my day if you could drop a like, reblog, and/or comment to let me know! This comic is also published on AO3 where you can comment anonymously! Although I mostly create for myself, your encouragement keeps me motivated to post and share my work.

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callmerhynner · 10 months

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“You can’t expect to break into someone’s home and think they’ll be okay with it, Muzan.” ||

synopsis: After meeting Muzan Kibutsuji through a series of dreams he had, he searched for you. When he finally found you, he’s become adamant on you staying his. You’re a bit more deadpan about the lovesick fool you found yourself with.

tags: fluff, slice of life(?), Muzan breaks into your home, thats about it

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Your insomnia has been killing you, finding that laying on your own nestling bed has grown uncomfortable each try you commit to falling asleep. You try different techniques or sleeping positions but still nothing. You fear that new pillows are needed with how much you try to squeeze them until you fall asleep. So, giving up, you put on a robe and head out to your kitchen to grab yourself a cup of tea and go out to your engawa to stargaze.

That was the plan, anyway, but a silhouette of man sitting on one of your dining room chairs ruined them. You halt your steps, fight or flight starting to engage. The silhouette was of a man with short hair and broad shoulders, accessories of a hat and a long coat. His back was facing you but the small shuffle of his body language made it clear he knew you were present.

“Good evening.” the shadow greets you, you stay frozen, trying to see through the dark room.

“Who are you?” you ask, taking a hesitant step forward. The man turns his head to spare you a side glance. That when you were greeted with a pair of red eyes that you could never forget. “Kibutsuji.”

“A pleasure seeing you as well.” he shows his dangerous sharp fangs as he sends you a smug grin. “If i may, you look as radiant as ever.”

You finally feel your body start to relax, taking a few more steps to take a seat in front of the demon progenitor. He had tea ready, with a porcelain cup in his hand filled with red liquid he pours you a cup of your own, though it was a humble cup of lemon tea. You inhale the scent, before taking a sip. This earns a laugh from the demon you were seating in front, your suspicions of his plans was something he found entertaining.

“You wound me, do you not trust me after all these meetings?” he teasingly says to you, sipping his cup of red liquid.

“You can’t break into people’s homes and expect them to like it, Muzan.” you retort.

You see a flash of his pearly whites as silence surrounds the two of you. You open your mouth to say something until a wind hits your shoulder. The demon was now right next to you, barely an inch away from your left. You shudder at the cold before he wraps his coat around your shoulders.

“Again, as radiant as ever.” he compliments, pecking your cheek before he takes a seat behind you and wraps his arms around your waist. You feel him take a whiff of your scent and smile into your skin, taking a gander and kissing the small mole on your collarbone.

“What do you want?” you ask, trying to push his head away from your neck but to no avail. The demon was stuck to you like a glue, you sigh before relaxing yourself against him and taking another sip of your lemon tea. “Another kiss? You finally gonna kill me? What is it?”

“Live with me, (Name).” he replies, his arms around your waist squeezing you gently. His head was not raised so he could see you from the side, resting his chin atop your shoulder. “Be my queen.”

“So it’s the latter then.” you mumble, sipping your tea once more, deadpanning at the lovesick fool.

“Come now, we can rule together! Just like we should be.” he adds to his offer, you just pat his hair as you sigh exasperatedly.

“You had a few dreams about me and now you’re offering to make me, a woman you don’t know, your queen.” you deadpan, side glancing at the man who was looking at you with the most loving eyes you’ve ever seen. “Are you sure you want that?”

He thought for a moment, crossing his arms around your body, taking his thumb and index finger and turning you on your chin to face him eye to eye. You hum in confusion, cocking an eyebrow at his actions, before stiffening up when he leaned in to feel his lips clash with yours. He was gentle and passionate, his hands on your waist and yours fiddling with each other at his sudden reaction.

When you two broke the kiss, he was still as smug as ever, and you were left panting. You balled up your fist on his chest, sending an unseen glare at the demon king.

“Stop that.!” you say, he chuckles darkly at you reactions. Leaning in to kiss you again, you throw unbothered punches before kissing him back, relaxing your body as he grows more passionate with his lips. You let out a groan when he finally separates, you continue to shoot him a glare.

“You know i won’t, so why ask?”

“Im a woman who believes in second chances but with you…” you eye him again, voice trailing off before crossing your arms and letting out a huff. “You’re hopeless..”

“You adore me.” he replies back, nonchalantly. He presses another soft kiss onto your neck, trailing them down from your jar to your nape. You could only sigh and pat his hair at his clingy attitude, how in the world did you get here?

#kny #kny x reader #kny x y/n #kimetsu no yaiba muzan #muzan kibutsuji #muzan fluff #muzan headcanons #fluff #kny fandom #kny fluff #demon slayer muzan #lord muzan #kny headcanons #muzan x you #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba

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megantrancyfanfics · 1 year

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Hold you close | Sanemi Shinazugawa x reader fluff

Oh how this boy hates to see you cry💔

Warnings: mentions rengoku’s death

Credit to the person who drew this it’s cute 💜

Also, gender of the reader is not mentioned.

Enjoy 💜

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The day was cold, the sky wept with everyone as the news that the flame hashira, Kyojuro Rengoku had passed. The sound of the rain bouncing off the butterfly estate, and the sobs of mitsuri filled the area. A few sniffles were able to be heard, but you couldn’t focus on anything.

The first hashira you met after becoming Mitsuri’s tsugoku, your best friend, gone..just like that?

Your mind started to flip like a book, each page flipping to show snippets of your favorite memories with the 3 of you hanging out. His pretty smile, and laugh that could brighten up a whole room, you could hear it vividly as if he was right beside you.

You felt a warm hand land on your shoulder, snapping you out of your dazed expression.

“Shinazugawa..” you mumbled.

The man didn’t say a word, his usual grumpy face just slightly softer than normal. A quick head tilt was his way of telling you to follow him.

Before you could process what exactly you were doing, you were at his place.

“If you stood in that rain any longer you would have caught a cold.” He said sitting down, his eyes focused on the floor for a second before meeting your expressionless face. “How are you doing?”

Your eyes widened before meeting his. The Sanemi Shinazugawa was worried about you.

“Huh? Oh I’m fine. I didn’t know him that much anyway..” you said faking a soft smile.

“L/n.”

“I feel bad for mitsuri though, she’s taking the news horribly”

“L/n.”

“If this is how badly she’s taking the news she’s gonna be a wreck for the fu-”

“L/n!” Sanemi said getting off the couch, placing both of his hands on your shoulders to make you stop rambling.

“You’re not fooling me. I know you’re hurt to. You spent a lot of time with him.”

Your eyes started to fill with tears, as your chin started to quiver. You bit your lip and adverted your gaze, begging to whoever is above to not let you cry in front of the wind hashira.

“…I know I yell at you about being strong all the time..but you don’t have to be strong in this situation. You’re allowed to scream and cry and hate everything. You need to grieve and not shove this inside.”

“Im fine..plus the crow is just old and dumb rengoku is fine, in a few days he’ll be walking back he’ll tell mitsuri and I all about his mission. Even when he’s all bruised up and exhausted he always bounces back. He always does.”

“Not this time l/n. He’s gone.”

..Finally, everything hit you. The numbness subsided, and all of your pain, and frustration hit you. The tears came rolling down your cheeks. You sobbed.

Your face became red as you apologized profusely for being week in front of Sanemi.

And that broke his heart. Seeing the way you’re crying over your friend, yet still worrying about being strong made him feel so small and weak, he hated it. He adverted his eyes, and simply placed his hand on the back of your head and pushed your face into his chest.

“There, now you don’t have to worry about me seeing you being weak.” He mumbled, lightly tracing your back with his fingers as a calming technique.

“I..happen to not be finding you weak right now..just so you know.”

“You dont..?” You sniffled out, turning your head to the side, the sound of his heartbeat thumped in your left ear.

“Nah. In fact I think right now you’re being really strong, Stronger than me honestly. But don’t let that get to your head this is a one time thing no one is stronger than I!” He said lightly hitting the spot on your head his hand had been resting on.

“Ow..that’s mean.”

“Yeah whatever. But you being able to show emotion during this fucked up time makes you really strong. But you still need help in the muscle department.”

You giggled as you sniffled again, trying to calm down from the wave of emotions that consumed you.

A silence consumed the room, sanemi was starting to fear that it was awkward for you.

“Hey..”

“Hm..?” You asked looking up at him.

Sanemi took his thumb and wiped your tears. ‘Better’ he though.

“So umm…do you want some Ohagi?”

“Yeah.. *sniffle* I would like that a lot.”

For the first time in a while, sanemi smiled. This fiery white haired man’s heart fluttered. He hated that right now you were hurting, but this man loved that he was getting able to be so close to you.

He hopes to be the only one to hold you close to him, and be the only one to wipe your tears.

#oneshot #demon slayer self insert #demon slayer #kny hashira #x reader oneshot #sanemi drabble #sanemi x reader #sanemi shinazugawa #kimetsu no yaiba sanemi #sanemi fluff #kny sanemi #demon slayer sanemi #kny fluff #kny fandom #sanemi x you #gender neutral y/n #fluff #fluff oneshot

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knyinfinity · 14 days

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Don't you guys just love the new ranks that dropped 😂💖

#demon slayer #kny #demon slayer funny #kny funny #kny fandom #kny hashira #kny humor #demon slayer humor #kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu humor

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melancholymetropolis · 2 years

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Revenge pt. 1

synopsis: Y/N is Tengen's fourth wife and a Hashira in training. After a sudden turn of events, she decides to leave her home and divorce her partner(s). Not before enacting revenge.

pairings: Tengen Uzui x Reader

genre(s): Hurt, No Comfort

warning: ANGST. neglect. crying. mention of dead parents. Lying. Insults. whining. betrayal. favoritism. mention of depression. minor grammar mistakes

w.c : 1.6k

I didn’t know he was married.

Not until after he proposed to me.

Tengen Uzui had three wives and no one told me.

Not the master, not the other Hashira, who I considered my colleagues— no one.

But, I didn’t let the new knowledge deter me. I still loved him with everything I had, so I decided to marry him. I became his fourth wife. A title I grew to tolerate over time. Hina, Suma, and Makio were darling women. They always managed to make me feel loved. Invited me to missions and helped with personal errands. I grew fond of them. They comforted me when my parents died from a demon attack and encouraged me to take a break from slaying. They stood by my side during my grieving process and even hit Tengen when he was being insensitive. As time went on, I managed to fall in love with them as well.

The five of us grew to be a family and I couldn’t be any happier.

“I’m home!” I yelled from the door, tossing my weapons to the side.

I waited for the familiar pater of multiple pairs of feet rushing my way, but nothing ever came. I slipped off my shoes and walked into the home. I peeked my head into every room, hoping to catch a glimpse of at least one of my wives, but the estate seemed to be empty. Even the servants had seemed to disappear, which made my heart beat quicken. Worry stripped through my being as I checked the outside perimeter of the house. I gazed at the nearby trees and looked for any abnormal footprints in the snow— there weren’t any. I didn’t find any pools of blood or piles of flesh anywhere on the estate, so I ruled out a possible demon attack. But that left me with more questions than answers; where did everyone go and why was the house so goddamn quiet?

After spending the last hour or so raking through the possible answers to that question, I decided to take bath to ease my nerves. I unbuttoned my uniform and allowed the clothes to fall in a heap by the entrance. I eased into the water and practically moaned from the way it graced my skin. I leaned against the edge of the giant tub and stretched out my arms. My fingertips brushed against something coarse, completely catching me off guard. I looked over to the pile of towels nearby and saw something hidden underneath. It had been a diary. It belonged to Sumi. I eyed the book, carefully considering if I should invade her privacy. But, then I thought back to all the times Suma would snoop through my room and “borrow” my accessories. I guess it was my time to shine.

I flipped through a few pages, lazily skimming random sentences.

Tengen is so handsome!

I love it when he wears his hair down.

He looks so good when he’s shirtless.

EVEN HIS SCARS ARE ATTRACTIVE

I chuckled at that line. “This girl is down bad for her husband, how cute,” I said aloud.

Just when I decided that I had seen enough, I found my name at the start of a new page, in a sentence I never expected to see.

I wish Tengen would’ve never married Y/N.

Shock pierced through me, but I continued to read the entry.

I don’t know what she sees in her. She pretends like she’s some sort of queen or something. She walks around with her head held high and her chest puffed out. Kinda like she owns the place. Lord Tengen calls it confidence, but I think it’s arrogance. When I train with her, she doesn’t ever give me words of encouragement like everyone else. She simply tells me that I would “eventually get the hang of it” or to “better luck next time”. She never compliments me on anything and makes me feel like I’m doing everything wrong. She doesn’t give me hugs or cuddle me after we have sex. I asked Makio and Hina about it. I had to see if I was truly going insane. And they agree— Y/N is a horrible wife. She barely cooks and refuses to do anything but train. From sun up to sun down, this woman is training. Maybe she thinks that training will bring her parents back or something—

I closed the book before I could see more. I tossed it to the side and simply closed my eyes. I paused for a moment and attempted to gather my thoughts.

Suma didn’t like me.

And, according to her, neither did Makio and Hina.

I was a horrible wife because I didn’t show physical affection or give her compliments. To say that statement pissed me off was an understatement. I hated being touched, at least without consent. Whilst living a plus-size body, I noticed that many saw my flesh as some sort of playground. They would point and squeeze on my rolls. Jiggle the fat underneath my arms and slap my ass without giving it a second thought. Strangers viewed me as if I were a dough ball and manhandled me as result. So, with that being said, I was not too fond of Sumi randomly hugging me whenever she had a meltdown. She would bury her face right into my breasts and wrap her arms around me so tight it was almost hard to breathe. As much as I tried to get used to it, I found myself detesting the action altogether. I tried to let her down lightly in the beginning, but she would just cry harder. Hold me tighter and make me even more uncomfortable. And, as for compliments, I was never really given any growing up with my parents. They would simply tell me “no, that’s not how you do it” or “yes, you finally got it right”. They never said “you’re an amazing fighter” or “you’re improving every day”. So, whenever I would try to complement Suma it always came out a little awkward.

What pissed me off about the entry was I had told Sumi about this, before the date it was written. I told them all about my trauma and my rocky relationship with my parents. I made myself an open book to my spouses and that was how they repaid me.

I washed my exhausted being and excited the bathhouse. I placed the diary back under the pile of towels and attempted to put the contents to the very back of my mind. I slipped into my favorite pajama set and tucked myself into bed. It didn’t take long for sleep to wash over me, since I already had a long day.

I was in a state between consciousness and unconsciousness when they stumbled in. I could feel the gentle moonlight sitting on my brown skin. The night breeze made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up and shivers spilled down my spine. Yet, I refused to fully wake from my slumber. Something was pushing me to remain silent and half-sleep. I could hear their hushed voices bouncing off the wood walls. Their footsteps grow louder and louder as they grew closer to my room. The door was pushed open, creaking loudly from the action.

“Suma!” Makio hissed quietly. “Must you be so goddamn loud?”

“I’m sorry!” She whisper-yelled. “I just wanted to see if she was asleep.”

“Well,” Hina started, pausing for a minute. “She has that purple thing on her head, so she must be.”

“It’s called a “bonnet”, Hina,” Makio corrected. “She’s wearing her bonnet.”

“Well, she only wears her bonnet to sleep so. . .” Hina trailed off.

“So, she’s asleep,” Suma chimed in.

“Yes,” Makio said.

“That’s a relief,” Suma sighed. “I am not in the mood to hear her boring travel stories, anyway.”

“Ain’t that the truth?” Hina mumbled.

“Come on, guys,” Makio tried to lighten the mood. “They aren’t as bad. And, Sumi you don’t get to judge. You suck at almost everything!”

“Shut it, Makio,” the younger wife countered. “You’re just trying to be nice because Y/N always gives you the best gifts.”

“Well. . .” Makio trailed off.

“It’s because she’s so easy to please,” Hina added. “All you have to do is give her some kind of weapon and Makio is putty in your hands.”

“Hey!” She hissed. “That’s not true!”

“If it weren’t for those gifts, you’d hate Y/N as much as I do,” Suma added.

A silence amongst the three women and a tear rolled down my cheek.

“How about. . . we just get back to Lord Tengen?” Hina broke the silence. “I’m sure the bath is ready now.”

The room door closed and I lazily opened my eyes. I had spent too much time here. I had gotten comfortable. These women didn’t see me as their wife, nor did they see me as their equal. Their little conversation was just confirmation of what Suma wrote in her diary— they despised me to varying degrees. Hina seemed to tolerate me, while Suma just outright admitted she hated me. Makio just liked me for what I could give her. It was sad because I knew Tengen would enable them. Make excuses for them and neglect my emotions. It didn’t matter how much he loved me, he still loved them first and they were his priority. No matter how mad I was at that moment, I couldn’t act on impulse. Tengen would smell it right away. He would pay extra attention to me, which would make it harder to leave. I needed him to resume the hierarchy he partook in, so I could come up with a conducive plan.

I could no longer be with someone as flamboyant as him.

It was too much for me.

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Smut in the next part.

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nympippi · 11 months

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In honor of summer break officially starting here’s some gentan eating some watermelons!!

This was actually so hard for me to draw because drawing hands is actually so hard oml. But I hope y’all enjoy my redraw from 2020 :D

#pippi art #gentan #tanjiro fanart #genya fanart #tanjiro kamado #genya shinazugawa #kny tanjiro kamado #kny genya #summer time snack with my favorite boys 💕💕#this had me craving watermelon! but my pen died halfway through so I didn’t get to add everything I wanted but I’m still happy with how #it turned out!#especially for a redraw!#kny fanart #kny fandom #gentan fanart #Genya is so precious to me I love him sm #and Tanjiro was so fun to draw! but his scar gave me trouble so I’ll definitely draw him again!#anyway I hope all y’all enjoy my silly little gentan art! 💕

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a1tie · 10 months

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𝙎𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙤 - 𝙎𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙢𝙞 𝙭 𝙂𝙉!𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

scenario- You find yourself in Sanemi’s arms and oh my god he is so close…

word count- 1.3k

(AN: Im hella open for constructive criticism! Im thinking of making this into a pt. 2, where we do a time skip and get a little deeper into their relationship. Let me know what you guys think! ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა )

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“No way!”

You sit on the porch of the Butterfly Mansion as you converse with your friend. You both start to laugh in hysterics. You have been in the Corps for a year and your comrade for 8 months. Even though it hasn’t been long since you guys have met, you both get along as if y’all have been friends since the womb. You just told her a story of a recent mission you went on with Zenitsu and a few other members and how constantly fearful he was. You resisted laughing every time he yelped at the slightest noise, even if it was just the creases of your uniform brushing against itself. Once you two finished having your moment, she gasped and smiled widely.

“You know, I heard that Master Shinazugawa has a brother in the Corps.” She gossiped randomly. You cock your head to the side and give her a concerned face. “Is that so?” You ask for confirmation. She nods rapidly. “Yeah, but, like, Master Shinazugawa says he doesn’t have a brother..so I find it weird. Say, didn’t you claim you had a crush on Mas-”

“NowwhendidyouhearmesaythatIhaveneversaidsuchathingin mylifedontstartspreadingrumorsaboutmebecauseyouknowgoodandwellthatidontlikehimlikethat.”

You were clearly in denial. Your friend couldn’t help but smile maliciously. “Oh, come on, don’t deny the ways you feel!” She nudges you. You look in front of you, deep in thought.

. . .

About 2 months ago, you could recall going on a short mission with him. You heard many things about the white-haired male, none of them positive. You kept yourself strolling behind him and stayed quiet to avoid getting struck upside your head for saying the wrong things. It was you, him and 2 other members. You stared at the ground for most of the time until you feel air brush against your neck. You turn around, hand on the handle of your sword as you stand your guard. Once you detected that it might have just been the wind, you turned back and took a breath. However, instead of finding yourself looking at the vast forest and the group of slayers in front of you, a shadow towers over you. Bright white eyes without an iris somehow pierce your soul. It was a demon, standing in front of you and ready to kill. Then, a flicker of the reflection of the moon on the demon’s weapon shines in your peripheral right near your neck.

This is it. You would die any second right now, you might as well close your eyes and hope for the best.

That was until you felt a huge gust of wind rush past you and something making contact with your skin as if cradling you. You thought for a second that you might be in heaven, but you opened your eyes to see arms lifting your back and legs. You look up and find Sanemi holding you against his chest, and his eyes were set on you. It wasn’t just the way he was looking at you though. It was the way he was so cradling you so close that you can feel his faint breath on your cheek. His face gave no expression as he lifted his head in the direction of the figure. Suddenly, Sanemi drops you onto the ground without remorse and instantly beheads the demon. Sure, it seemed like he only came to save you because it was his job, but you admired him so deeply from that one action that you had no choice but to look up to him.

Seeing him in the Mansions and across the field of the Corps after the incident didn’t help either, as eventually, your mind became more scrambled until all you could think about was him. About week later, You trotted into your best friend's room and closed the door, locking it. She turns around and smiles.

“Hey! What’s going o-”

“Do you remember that mission I want on with Master Shinazugawa?”

“Ye-”

“Sobasicallyhesavedmefrombeingdecapitatedbyademonbuthewascarryingmebridalstyleandohmygodhewassoclosetomeandiliterallycannotstopthinkingabouthim.” You say, jumbling your words and speaking so rapidly your friend could only just sit and smile.

“....Yes.”

. . .

“Oh, I guess I still do…” You say, responding to your friend's statement and putting your hands up to your face and pinching the bridge of your nose. Your friend gives you a pat on the back. “You should talk to him more.” She says. Just that sentence makes you flinch. You felt like just saying hi to him could cause him to drag your face across the dirt. You give your friend a blank stare.

“Have you lost your mind?”

She laughs. “What!? I mean, I’m sure he’s a nice guy if you get to know him. Maybe he’s misunderstood!” She shrugs.

She does have a good point. You remember overhearing two kakushi conversing about Sanemi’s backstory one day. Something about his mother turning into a demon and killing his siblings. Maybe Genya is his sibling, after all. Poor baby. You sigh and get up from the porch. “Well I got to get goi-” You start to turn to walk away, but as you lift your leg to pivot, your friend quickly swoops her foot under you, sweeping your grounded leg off of the wooden floor. You feel yourself falling, being caught off guard. She has never done this before. Does she hate you? Is she jealous? Will this turn into a love scandal? Are you gonna die? Thoughts fill your mind as air rushes against your back, bringing you down…down….

“Oh my fucking god.”

You feel rough hands grab your waist, bringing your drop to a halt. You look up to see Sanemi looking at you. Again. Your eyes go wide as you stare into his eyes, wondering what a coincidence it is that he shows up right as you were leaving from a conversation about him. It makes you flustered as blood rushes to your cheeks. Again, you find yourself insanely close to his face. Almost instantly, you’re lifted back to stable ground. You see Sanemi walk past you. “Stop falling. I’m not helping you next time.” He scoffs as he takes his leave. Your vision prolongs itself on Sanemi, taking in every lock of white hair on the back of his head, his arms covered in scars, big and without a doubt tight. Your friend snickers at you, and you shoot her a grimaced stare. “Oh, God! You looked so in love, I can’t!” You kept staring at her as she held her stomach in hysterics. You kiss your teeth, swearing to get her back when the time comes.

After a few moments of recollecting, she gets up and plants her arm on your shoulder. “Goodness, you are so helpless. Also, I could’ve sworn he was looking you up and down as he was walking past you, oh my God and the fact that he remembers when you fell!…..I bet you wanna to-’

“Will you SHUT UP?” You turn and take your leave, overwhelmingly angry and flustered. She waves at you from behind. “We will talk later, Mrs. Shina-’

“NO!” You run faster.

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~ Mwah!

….why does he make my coochie tingly EHEHEHEHHHAHAHAHEHHEHHEEHEHE-

#kimetsu no yaiba #kny #demon slayer #kny x reader #sanemi x reader #sanemi x you #sanemi shinazugawa #shinazugawasanemi #demon slayer fanfic #fanfic #kny fanfic #kny fandom #fanfiction #kny scenarios #scenarios #sanemi imagines

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wifeyana · 6 months

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Hello! By any chance are you taking requests? If so, can you do a modern glasses!fem reader x rengoku where Ren likes to wear her glasses to make jokes but he accidentally breaks them and the reader just pulls out another pair from her desk and she’s like “I knew this day would come” lol

Pfft- Of course! This made me giggle, I'm a glasses girlie myself ✨🩷

Content warning: broken glasses😔?

Oops- wait there's more?!

There he was again, wearing her glasses with his eyes squinted slightly as he feigned typing on his computer. Waking up groggily, [Name] was not in the slightest bit surprised when she found her boyfriend wearing her glasses. It was a little joke among the two. Kyojuro had perfect eyes and no need for glasses while [Name] could hardly differentiate between a blob of clay and a whole human being without her glasses.

The first time he had put her glasses on was when he had come over to meet her reading a book. A book she seemed to enjoy. He noticed the slight narrowing of her eyes and sat next to her, tilting his head slightly. He wondered if her glasses were reading glasses like his father's or not.

"Can I?" He asked, his eyebrows quirking up as he curiously glanced at his girlfriend,his hand reaching for the pair of glasses. An amused smile made its way to her face as she pulled her glasses off to put on him. He blinked several times, his eyes growing wide. She stared at him and started to laugh. "You look so dorky" Her laugh made him laugh too as his eyes adjusted to her medicated glasses.

"These are intense I will admit. I mean I knew you were blind but damn girl, you're blind blind" he teased, earning an eye roll from his girlfriend. "Yeah yeah whatever"

Now he had her glasses on the tip of his nose trying to balance them. The moment she saw him she almost freaked out and called out to him. "Kyojuro wait don't do that-!" Causing him to panic slightly and immediately push them back over her eyes. She let out a relieved sigh and crossed her arms. He gave her an awkward smile and since then he's been very careful with her glasses.

One morning as [Name] was getting ready to leave, she realized that she almost forgot about her glasses. "Kyo? Have you seen my glasses? I can't find em!" She called out before walking in to meet him sleeping on the couch, his eyebrows furrowing slightly as he stirred up. Once he sits up the two hear a very distinct crack! At the sound, Kyojuro practically jumps off the couch, the sleep in his eyes vanishing almost immediately. [Name] and Kyojuro see the remnants of her glasses and go completely silent for a while before apology after apology leave the poor man's lips. [Name] was going to pretend to be angry but that apologetic look on his face made her heart clench. She just let out a sigh and smiled softly, pulling a drawer open to reveal a completely new pair. Kyojuro gasped audibly and stared at her in shock

"You've always- how?!" He questioned, his eyes wide. "You're clumsy, I always have a spare" she laughed at his surprise and then handed him a pair of glasses without medication. "Don't break these okay? These are yours now" Even after she had left he was still in shock. Did she have more?

A/N: ayyyy, another request completed! I want more! Also feel free to ask for anyone else because I wanna explore other characters!!! Ty anon and I hope you like it 🩷✨ NOT PROOFREAD!! Reblogs and likes are greatly appreciated!!!!!!!!! Tysm

#demon slayer #kny #kimetsu no yaiba #kny fandom #kny fanfic #kyojuro rengoku #rengoku kyojuro #kny x reader #rengoku kyōjurō #rengoku kyojurou #kyojuro #fluff #naa needs help #naa writes something

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yelek-galleries · 3 months

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Las miradas chavitos 👀

No me funen porque lloro pipipipi

@soutenir-les-artistes ✨️👀

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gyutarowritings · 3 months

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You are a tough boy Inosuke 😊

#demon slayer #kny #inosuke hashibira #kny fanart #kny fandom #demon slayer inosuke #inosuke fanart #doddle #demon slayer memes #Inosuke #my art

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callmerhynner · 10 months

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We’re family, we grieve together. ||

synopsis: After the head of the mansion engages his final plan during his battle of wits with Muzan Kibutsuji, you are left with the traumatized children and depressing memories that the passed family left behind.

tags: gn!reader, angst, a bit of fluff(?), sad vibes, spoiler warning!!, giving the underrated family of ds some love w/ sadness, sad children, trauma

pairing/s: Ubuyashiki Kagaya & Bestfriend!Reader, Ubuyashiki children & godparent!Reader, Amane & family friend!Reader

Author’s note; Art by me :DD, practicing a new art style and thought i might as well try writing angst for the first time. Hope you enjoy!!

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"Life's already been hard, being sickly was making it even harder, and the world being infested with human flesh-eating demons gave everyone more reason to fear the moon. The sun was everyone's savior, each demon slayer thanking every deity that no demon came into their homes and killed them in their sleep. And, to everyone's unfortunate truth, if the lowest ranks were fearing for their life, their master had to mourn their death alongside the people they'd left behind.

Their master, the leader of the undiscovered by the government demon slayers, Ubuyashiki Kagaya.

The man that had an army ready to charge to their own undoing if he so requests of them to. The same man that was as sickly as an overworked farmer with tubberculosis, as weak as a toothpick, had the power to control the most determined and powerful men and women in the country. Out of all the country's population, the master with swordsmen that's been trained to face death and survive, was the weakest of all.

Strength, you should remember, isn't always physical. Sometimes, it's their mentality that earns control and respect. Kagaya Ubuyashiki reflected the day's calm view with his moral ideas, only gaining more respect when he has the kindest voice, and the kindest eyes a human can possess. A man of true ethereality.

The master of the mansion, unfortunate enough to be given such a heavy title at a young age, was a man everyone could love and respect. That could make the coldest person feel warmth. Give the hardest stone a soft spot. A man of true charm."

Without you noticing, tears roll down your face, eyes never leaving the last remnant you had of your best friend, an ashy-edged portrait. You had your hands gripping at the canvas' sides, hugging it to your chest as you grieved in front of the destroyed mansion, never daring to move your legs, in fear that if you touched another flick of grass, you'd lose the memories you had with the now passed family. From the father, who you loved like a brother--to his children, that would tire themselves out at the end of the days when you would visit the mansion. His wife, who would treat you as if you have always been family, and the home of which they all felt safest who would welcome you with a flowery breeze.

All of which, gone, only the black ashes that it left behind.

You sat still, the portrait with smudges of black on it's bottom still in your grips, as your salty tears kept decorating your skin. You look to the space in the sky, where one would've seen the master's mansion, before turning your head to spare a sad glance to the young, terrifed children survivors you had managed to save from the explosion. The white of your eyes were visibly red, water never stopping the dripping it slid on your cheeks. You finally gain the strength to ease the children, watching their tears pour out broke your heart like seeing an abandoned puppy, you let go of the portrait and extending your arms to their direction.

"We are family...we grieve together.."

In an instant, the three Ubuyashiki children run to your embrace, letting out their voices and wailing into your clothes. The girls wrapped their arms at your waist as they screamed their grievances out to you, you pat their white hairs as Kiriya couldn't hold his loud sobs into your chest. You sat them all down, their faces still wetting your clothes with their emotions (you were no different), as you wrapped your arms around them in a protective bear hug. They'd lost their father, you lost a best friend, and every demon slayer had just lost their master.

You all sat there, all of your letting your sadness out amongst each other, only calming down when the crying had ceased everyone's energy. The kakushi and hashira had arrived, you knew they have probably been there the moment they heard the traumatic booming, but they unanimously agreed to let all of you pass out from exhaustion to not trigger any more intense emotions. It was a depressing sight to see, and hear, three children screaming their hearts out to the only person left that they considered family (that weren't the slayers); All the while, the person they sought for comfort, felt as much grief as they all did combined.

"Your father was a good man, Kiriya. He deserves to be honored, and i know you can do that for him." you whisper to the little boy as you gently pat his sisters' hair, voice a bit scratchy from holding in the scream you were desprate to let out. "I know we all can do it for him." you continue, a single tear rolling down your cheek as you tried to give him a hopeful smile.

"You won't have to face it alone." you finish, kissing the top of his head as the young boy let out a yawn, curling into your lap. Kuina rested her head just next to him, with Kanata laying down on the ground, using some of your yukata's cloth to protect her eyes from the dirt. "Master," you add, barely a whisper, eyes lingering back to the portrait as the hurt of your heart continues to spread across your chest, finally closing your eyes to rest alongside them when you knew they were all asleep.

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