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thekabane · 9 days
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nah, rengoku having a "rising sun" breathing form is crazy
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meanttobeyourz · 4 months
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saw a girl at the mall today in a kanao cosplay and i have nothing but respect for her
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nno-user · 10 months
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I love that Yoriichi traumatized Muzan so hard that his blood cells remember. Because not only will Muzan get scared shitless whenever he sees Kokushibo, but so will every other demon.
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keniaku · 8 months
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(hits your ancient sorcerers with the teenage beam)
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kissatoru · 3 months
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ughh i wanna put a bratty sub in his place so bad!! :((
i wanna make him think he’s got the upper hand until the last minute, to watch the look on his face when he realises that he’s been playing right into your hand the entire time; that every moment leading up to this was just a carefully calculated step in your plan. i want to see how he struggles to fight back once he does, how hard he tries to prove himself, not realising that if he was really the one in control, he wouldn’t need to prove it, would he? he’d just do it. yet here he is, scrambling for his place back in the driver’s seat that he was never truly in.
your giggles would interrupt him amidst his little speech, cutting off the empty bluffs and dirty promises that he could never even dream of keeping anyway; the way you’d chuckle behind a coy hand like you’ve got some little inside joke with yourself? it would make that fragile ego of his fucking quiver; make him feel confused and embarrassed and he would try to twist the situation back in his favour, of course he would, to try pretend he’s in on the inside joke... but the truth is he feels helpless. for the first time ever, it feels like he’s the one in the dark; he’s the clueless and defenseless one, the one who’s been caught in a trap he never saw coming.
but then again, how could he when you play the part of prey so well? when your innocent performance is so convincing — with your big glossy eyes and shyly averted gazes, your voice so sweet and unsuspecting, stumbling over filthy words like you’ve never even thought them before? what reason would someone like him have to fear a precious thing like you? he’s all chiselled muscle and tenacity, with the eyes of a wolf; you’re small compared to him, cute and soft and easy to overpower — and yet he still ends up beneath you because your presence alone harbours more power than he does in all those muscles he’s so proud of, and his resolve is weak as long as you know where he’s most sensitive and what words make him blush, and with enough patience and punishments, those wolf’s eyes will melt into a puppy’s every time.
and getting a man like him to submit — or better yet break — is no easy feat. he thought himself a dom before he met you and god, if there isn’t anything more rewarding, more wonderful than that; teaching him to bend to your will and seeing his inevitable downfall each and every time. no matter how many times or how far he goes to defy and provoke you, you both know that he will always return to his rightful place: beneath you and completely at your mercy.
EREN JAEGER, TOJI FUSHIGURO, TOUYA TODOROKI, MUZAN KIBUTSUJI, SANEMI SHINAZUGAWA
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crimsonkenjii-writes · 8 months
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You squeeze the tube of lotion, the creamy substance landing on your fingertips. Smoothing it over your growing belly, across the new stretch marks that now adorn your skin from your pregnancy. Your frown a little, eyeing the stretch marks in the standing body mirror as your fingers continue to massage the lotion in.
Your husband walks in behind you, his arms wrapped around you below your stomach, one hand stroking the bump. Face pressed into your shoulder, taking in the scent of your body wash before kissing your cheek.
“What are you frowning about?”
“The stretch marks…”
You knew it wasn’t a bad thing to have, but a part of you inside was still insecure and scared of judgment. Your fingers are replaced with your husband’s, his own fingertips tracing over the new scars. A low hum coming from him as he admires the new lines formed into your skin.
“I like them.” He speaks quietly, looking up into the mirror to peer into your eyes. A gentle smile making his eyes squint.
“They aren’t pretty…” your frown deepens and it’s your husband’s turn to frown.
He kneels down, you watch silently as he does so. On one knee, he places a gentle kiss on your stretch marks. His lips trail them, leaving none of them unkissed. You can’t help but smile a little, a small laugh escaping you as he continues to kiss along your stomach. Speaking in between each kiss,
“I’ll kiss kiss every stretch mark kiss until you love them kiss as much as I do kiss”
This could honestly be any of your faves but this is also heavily Nanami Kento coded
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sukiluvvs · 3 months
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ok I was tagged by @princessmikaa and @ozais-lobotomist so thank you both
I've deleted most of my fictional people images in my camera roll but I have like a million edits of them so. this is the most recent download
[via @/ giyuunxv on tiktok]
could never pass up mitsuri🫶🫶🫶
tagging @erisenyo @boygirldykefag @0-im-doorsexual-0 @scrimblyscrorblo @just-a-dinomask @transboyzuko @mikhnovskykinnie @fanfic-gremlin-ft-trauma @ anyone else who wants to!!
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lordoflightning · 10 months
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brb currently exploding…
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bbq-potato-chip · 7 months
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I had a vision
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nno-user · 10 months
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Uh oh.
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[Genya + Muichiro + Kokushibo]
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rockingego · 7 months
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They forgot to tell him
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battydora · 8 months
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nsfw, she/her reader (no body spec.), adult reader!!, aged up characters, dom reader, consensual, bdsm dynamics, dacryphilia, corruption kink, too lazy to proof read pff
needy and obedient boys who will do practically anything to please their mistress, who will follow her orders because they know so well they will get a reward if they endure what she makes them go through.
needy and obedient boys that sometimes get carried away by the intense pleasure you're giving them and make a mistake, they begin to cry and beg for you to not get mad at them, they didn't really mean to! please have mercy!
needy and obedient boys who end up overstimulated and ruined mercilessly by you because of their little mistake, hands tied and dicks all red and sore from your constant abuse with your hands, crying and begging for you to stop slapping their cocks, that it wasn't their intention to make you mad. yet you roughly continue, stating their punishment if far from done yet.
needy and obedient boys who fall to the matress and faint out when the punishment is over, so exhausted for being relentlessly used as your toy they couldn't even stay awake no longer. you stare down at their sweaty and quivering bodies on bed, curved like little puppies finding comfort in their own heat, their abused cocks throbbing after enduring all that torture and getting to cum brutally hard at the end by your hand. you wonder if you were too rough on this one, but their sweet tired smiles across their faces while they sleep prove you otherwise.
ARATAKI ITTO, kyojuro, zenitsu, LEV, bokuto, genos, urogi, aizetsu, yugi, bakura, deku, kaminari, kamui woods, anyone you thought of
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mysicklove-main · 1 year
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Tanjiro Kamado hates your new perfume.
He watched Tengen’s three wives gift you the small bottle with confusion. It smelled nice, whatever the fragrance was exactly. Maybe it was air freshener or maybe it was just meant to be smelled straight out of the bottle.
But to the strong smelling boy’s horror, you sprayed it upon your skin. That recognizable, comforting scent he looks for when stuck in a crowd is now gone. Tarnished by that potent smelling liquid. He hates it immediately.
He even watched the way Nezuko, who also had a keen sense of smell due to her demon state, let out strange soft growls in confusion. It seemed to him that she also preferred your natural scent.
But how could he say anything when you look so happy spraying it on every morning. How you have a soft grateful smile on your face, while you take a deep breathe of the sweet smelling concoction.
So, for now he sits there with a strained smile on his face, waiting for it to slowly wear off throughout the day so he can be greeted with your familiar scent. He even goes as far to mention how strong and nice smelling your perfume is later in the day so you don’t feel the need to apply more. He does feel a little bad for lying.
“Isn’t this so much better, Tanjiro? I know you got a dogs nose, don’t you like it? Now you don’t have to smell me all sweaty after battle!” What is he supposed to say to that? That he likes what you smell like after harsh training? Yeah, and admit to being more of a pervert than Zenitsu. He’d rather not.
“Yep! Smells great, Y/N! Like flowers. And don’t worry about the sweat, I’m used to it!” He gives you that familiar bright smile and you kiss him on the cheek before heading out the door.
He stays in the room for a second longer, staring at the small bottle. He might as well be glaring at it. It makes him feel guilty, this was a present, and you liked it. He should have no right to feel so annoyed at the perfume.
But still, couldn’t this be a safety hazard? If your scent was covered how would he be able to find you as quickly as he does? What if it’s stronger than the smell of your blood? What if he doesn’t smell a demon because he is so distracted by how annoyed he is that your perfect scent is now ruined!
He has got to get rid of it. For the sake of his sanity and your protection.
He turns toward Nezuko who recently joined him in your room. “It’s a safety hazard, right Nezuko? I have to do something.”
She nods with a small huff and Tanjiro makes a decision. He is going to get rid of it. Cut the bottle into pieces if he must. It would be a lot more satisfying that way.
He pulls out his blade and points it to thinner part at the top where the spritzer is at. Just like a demon, he will cut the neck off and then it won’t hurt anyone anymore. He pulls his sword back to land the blow. “Tanjiro, I can make a promise that my perfume is not a demon.” You call, watching the whole situation take place as you lean against the wall with a grin.
He jumps out of his skin and turns to you with a guilt ridden face. “Y-Y/N what are you doing in here?” He asks meakly, his face flushed from embarrassment.
He catches a glance at Nezuko leaving the room. Betrayal.
“Looking for you. Heard you mention something about a safety hazard,” You hum, smug smirk on your mouth as you look toward the boy ahead of you.
“You see as someone apart of the Demon Slayer Corps it’s my sacred duty to protect you and everyone else from danger!” He reasons, knowing how ridiculous he sounds in the moment, but trying not to let it get to him.
You blink, raising your eyebrows. “My perfume is dangerous?”
He stumbles, mouth open to try to find any sort of reasoning. He fails. “Uh yes?”
“Why?”
“Because it’s you know…Distracting. Cant focus on killing demons with that smell around.”
You cock your head to the side in confusion. “Because it smells so good?”
“No! Because now I won’t be able to pick up your scent! What happens if you get lost or something and I can’t find you?”
“Alright, that makes sense. I’ll stop wearing it.”
He continues in a ramble, “And it ruins your scent! You smell way better without it. Seriously you can even ask Nezuko!” You raise your eyebrows at him. “How am i supposed to recognize if it’s you near me or some random person if you smell—Wait. You’ll stop wearing it?”
“Of course, if it makes you uncomfortable.” You respond and he feels his body deflate in relief. He was expecting that to be a lot harder considering how much you liked the perfume. He barely had to state his case.
He sighs and brings his sword back up to the neck of the bottle. “Okay good. Shall I behead it?”
You roll your eyes with a smile. “I have a better idea.” You say, before grabbing the bottle and dropping it in the nearest trash bin. You turn back to him with a cheery grin.
He lowers his sword with a slight blush realizing how he looked. “That was a tough one. Definitely a higher rank demon. So glad I had my dog nosed boyfriend to protect me,” You tease and he looks down and puts his sword away. You wrap your arms around his neck and smile at his embarrassed face.
He glances down at you. “Let’s run you a bath”
You frown. “Why?”
“I miss your scent,” He replies with that familiar loving expression. You almost laugh at how ridiculous he sounded, but held back knowing that he was being a hundred percent serious.
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xxsabitoxx · 1 year
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Since flame breathing raises the body temperature and Kyojuro has mastered it, I’d like to think that he’s a human furnace. His body temperature is warmer than the average human, it doesn’t cause any negative affects on him since his body has adapted to it. On warm days when he’s trained to hard, he usually dunks himself in an ice bath in order to cool his rising temperature. Kyojuro finds it amusing when you fuss over him, sitting dutifully by the ice bath as he controls his breathing and calms down. He’s the type to wait until the bath has warmed a bit, waiting till you get close enough for him to wrap his arms around your waist and pull you into the bath with him. Kyojuro laughing as you squeal and thrash, the water isn’t as cold as it was before he got in but that doesn’t mean it it’s suddenly gotten warm. “Kyo! How could you!” You yelled, laughter already bubbling out of you as your body regulated to the temperature. “You looked like you were getting pretty warm yourself.” He teased softly, arms pulling you tight to his chest, cheek pressing to the top of your head. “I’d rather you take off my clothes than pull me into an ice bath, Kyo.” This time, it was his turn to make a squeal of surprise.
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