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meowzfordayz · 4 months

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revealing outfit prank — hashira men

Author’s Note: borderline 18+NSFW, but ~mostly just suggestive. 😉

revealing outfit prank — hashira men

Himejima Gyomei x Reader, Iguro Obanai x Reader, Rengoku Kyojuro x Reader, Shinazugawa Sanemi x Reader, Tomioka Giyuu x Reader, Uzui Tengen x Reader

Word Count: ~2,000

CW: explicit language, Fem!Reader, mild sexual content

Suggestion Fulfilled: You know those girlfriend pranks on YouTube where the girl wears a sexy/revealing outfit to out in? Can I have HCs of our Hashira with a S/O who tries to walk out in such an outfit? Of course, they respect her choice in wearing whatever she wants, but that outfit is too tempting...

~faqs~

“Hey babe, guess what I’m wearing!”

“Clothes…”

—I mean, he’s not wrong 🙃

You huff, “Guess again.”

Gyomei pauses, wracking his brain for whatever else you could have on

“... not, clothes?” 🤨

“Well I’m not going out to dinner naked!”

“A cardboard box?” 😅

You can see his brow furrowing

He’s trying his best! 🥺

“So remember that slip dress I was describing for you a while ago?” 😏

His face warms as he recalls how you’d painted quite the picture of dainty ribbon details, an open back, and a satin hem that would barely brush past your thighs

He clears his throat, voice lower than before, “I remember that I encouraged you to buy it.”

He freezes, eyes widening, gaze focusing in the direction of your soft breaths, “You’re wearing it?!!!”

You giggle, he gulps

You can hear his inward groan 😩

“Isn’t it exciting?!” you squeal, stepping toward him, playful palms splaying across his chest as you grin up at his restrained expression, “I feel so pretty!” 😌

“You are so pretty,” he nearly growls, large hands settling promptly on your hips, “Maybe we shouldn’t go out after all.”

“Oh?” 👀

He chuckles as his fingers caress the silky, smooth fabric hugging your body, sensing the heat emanating from your bare, warm skin, eager to feel the curve and seduction of your spine, your shoulder blades, the tenderness of your nape

“I beg your pardon,” he rasps, an unfamiliar darkness in his tone as his fingers move upward to tug at your carefully tied spaghetti straps, tiny bows squished beneath the intensity of his touch, “I’m an adult, you know. I can have dessert for dinner.”

😳🥵🫠

—

“Gyomeeeiii!”

“My love?” ☺️

“I CAN’T POST THIS!” 😭😭😭

“And why not? Is my rizz too much for YouTube?”

“YES.” 😐

“You’re going out in that?” 🧐

You glare back, arms crossing over your chest

A not so subtle attempt to emphasize your tits 😌

Obanai not so subtly glances downward

“I repeat, in that?”

“The hell is wrong with what I’m wearing?” you scowl haughtily, “I thought you’d like it!” 😞

Blinking in disbelief, Obanai rolls his eyes, amusement softening his judgmental expression 🙄

“I’m not a fucking idiot,” he grumbles, “Of course I love it,” glare returning as he points an accusing finger at you, “But the last time you went out in something like that you ended up stealing all of my layers because you got cold!”

“Well then wear more layers!” you quip cheekily

“That’s my line!” 😐

*sigh*

“Do you want me to change?” 😕

“Absolutely not!” he snaps, ears reddening even as he makes a disgruntled gesture, “But, please, grab a coat.”

“Are you fed up with me?” 🤗

You inch closer to him

His breath hitches

“No.”

“Are you suuure?”

You can hear his heartbeat now, can see the restraint in his hands as he keeps them firmly by his sides

“If we don’t leave soon, then I’ll show you how not fed up with you I am.” 🙃

You grin easily, lips grazing his earlobe as you murmur

“Obanai, I don’t think that was nearly as threatening as you hoped it was.”

He inhales sharply, stepping away from your sweet, sultry scent, feigning sullenness when he mutters

“Your tits are staring at me.” 😃

You laugh, bouncing on the balls of your feet just enough for them to jiggle slightly

“Or are you staring at my tits?” 😉

He audibly groans, head tilting backward as he averts his gaze

“I hate this.” 😒

—

Rest assured, you never make it to your reservation 🤫

The video never makes it to YouTube either

PornHub, however…

Jk, jk

And Obanai does not hate this 😏

“You are breathtaking!” Kyojuro declares, beaming with pride as you twirl for him

He’s doing his best to ignore the fact that he can see your lacey panties when you spin

“Thank you!” you smile, striking a pose for him, “I feel so amazing in this dress.”

“You are amazing in any dress!” 😁

He’s earnest with the perfect dash of seriousness — like he needs to know that you know you’re beautiful

A gentleman as always 🥺

You hesitate, feeling almost guilty as you ask slowly

“Am I only amazing?” 🤭

You hope you’re coming off coy and alluring 😅

For all of his awkwardness, Kyojuro is nothing if not straightforward

“You are also sexy! Most definitely sexy!” 😍

Your expression cracks, your giggling filling the hallway as endeared laughter accompanies you

“How sexy?” you wink, an exaggerated, playful flirtation

Fortunately, Kyojuro loves improv 😏

—Yes, and!

“The sexiest woman I have known, I know, and I will know.”

There he goes again

Earnest, serious, and almost unbearingly sweet 😭💘

“Kyo,” you persist, “I’m trying to seduce you.”

He grins at that, eyes narrowing so quickly you nearly miss the tantalizing glint that flashes through them

“Oh I am aware, sweetheart,” he purrs, gesturing with his index finger for you to twirl again

You do, oblivious to the way his jaw clenches, gaze thickens, your pretty, dainty panties on display for him once more

“Look at me,” he commands softly, relishing the dazed, dizzy, glowing color of your face, “Look at me, and tell me whether you have succeeded.”

You look

It’s impossible to miss his erection, straining against his pants, bulge teasing and beckoning you to come closer

—

You post the video, minus a sizeable chunk 😶

“So people are allowed to thirst over you, but not me?” ☹️

You snort as Kyojuro pouts, patting his arm consolingly, “You can’t really see anything when I’m spinning, but your dick is a little too obvious.”

He perks up at that, kissing your cheek with reassured confidence, “It is quite large.”

—Whatever makes him feel better, y’know 😆

—That being said, it is quite large 🫣

P.S. Kyojuro begs to differ; he can see plenty when you’re spinning 😃

Help this man 😵‍💫

He is TIRED 😮‍💨

—Don’t get me wrong!

Sanemi does his best to be a good sport 🥺

And he’s 1,000% watched your videos in “secret”, numerous times over; you are entertaining ☺️

On nights when you’re apart, he falls asleep to his Favorites list (which consists solely of you) on auto-play

But there’re just one (thousand) too many trends for him to keep up with, and he never knows when he’s going to be your ~victim again 🙃

“Is this another prank?” he sighs, only slightly exasperated as his eyes stray from your pretty mouth to your tits practically spilling from your top 🫣

“Oh, so now I can’t look nice without it being a prank?” you retort, scowling playfully, “Rude.” Raising his hands in mock defense, Sanemi smiles softly as you step closer to him

“You can touch me, y’know,” you murmur gently, “I’m not gonna break.”

Swallowing thickly, he lowers his arms, forearms hooking around your hips as he pulls you in

“Yeah,” he croaks, scanning the bedroom for wherever you might’ve hid your phone, desperation and desire bubbling in his throat, “But I’m not so sure about your outfit, it’s got so many strings and… and, holes.” 😃

You laugh cheerfully, squeezing his waist as you inform him, “They’re cutouts. They’re supposed to be sexy.” 😌

“They are,” he replies bluntly, stifling a long inhale as he willingly gives into his fate, “You are so fucking sexy.”

He’s already plucking at your shoulder straps, somehow boxing you in with his broad, chiseled body, even though it’s his back against the wall

“You’re not gonna ask me how I manage to avoid getting tangled?” you tease, your breasts pressed firm and warm into his chest as his heartbeat quickens

The question had occurred to him, but-

“Why the hell would I ask that when I could be untangling you instead?”

—

“Send me the video.” 😐

“Excuse me?”

You’re grinning

“Please.” 😞

He’s begging

You acquiesce, the thought of Sanemi jerking off to it later inspiring you to reach down again 😉

(Now imagine his faintly pained moan as you slowly caress him, valiantly hardening in your careful grip as he mentally prepares himself, this time intending to punish you; you can’t keep missing your reservations! 😤)

#the pranks are getting out of hand 😬

#but Sanemi can’t really find it in himself to be bothered 😶

#at least not when he’s already in something else 😏

“Why are you going out in that?” 🤨

“What are you implying?” you frown

“I asked first.”

You huff, “And your question offended me.” 😒

Grimacing, Giyuu glances downward, “I didn’t mean-”

“Do I look horrible?” ☹️

You almost feel badly, giggles brimming in your chest 🤭

“No.”

“Do I look too good?” 😌

You can practically see the gears turning in his head

“Yes? No. Yes. Wait. I’m confused.” 🫠

“How does my outfit make you feel?” 😉

He pauses at that, swallowing nervously as you run teasing hands up your sides, accentuating your hips and bust

“I look good, right?” 🥺

“Of course.”

“Do I look too good?” 😏

*Giyuu Panic 2.0 activated*

“What does that mean?” 😭

He’s hushed, in awe of your luscious form, inhaling roughly when you step into his immediate proximity, the hem of your dress nearly brushing against his shins as you twirl for him

“Giyuu, am I turning you on?”

When in doubt, go for frankness

*Giyuu Panic 2.0 deactivated*

Ohhh 😳🙄😎 <— he gets it now

“Not at all,” he says smoothly, “You look quite comfortable.”

You pout, fingers curling into the collar of his shirt as you nudge his feet apart, slipping your leg between his thighs as you close the distance, your body pressing clumsy and hot against his

He sighs, a quiet, enraptured sound, delicately brushing the straps of your dress from your shoulders before he rasps, “I am turned on. Delightfully so.”

Your dress crumples sheer and light to the floor, Giyuu’s jaw ticking with desire as he realizes just how easily it slipped off

“And you,” he murmurs, delicious warning in his tone as he thumbs the undersides of your tits, “Are such a pretty slut.”

—

“Why is it that every time I try and prank you, you end up fucking me instead?” 🥲

“Hm,” Giyuu hums, voice thick with amusement, “Seems premeditated to me.” 🥴

“Giyuu-!” you sputter 🫣

“GiYuU!” he smirks 🙃

“Are you mocking me?” 😠

“And?” he grins 😎

“See if I ever prank you again!” 😤

“Oh you will,” he remarks, nonchalant and cool, “Judging by how many times we changed the sheets yesterday, I’m not even worried.” 😃

Ngl, Tengen’s a lil desensitized 😆

He’s got four wives

He knows you’re all hot af 😉

He knows he’s hot af 😎

There’s not much you can do to faze him

Except like, get injured or something, but that’s kinda the opposite of what you’re aiming for 🥴

“Does this mean we’re fucking after dinner?”

✨He has a way with words✨

“Tengen,” Hina scolds

“So vulgar!” Suma exclaims

“Don’t act so innocent when you’ve ambushed me looking like that,” Tengen mutters, pants already tightening as he takes in the silken fabric draped delicate and precarious over your breasts, “Who’s idea was this?”

“Whose do you think?” Makio snorts

“Tengen,” you say breezily, reaching out to grasp his hand, stroking a coy, tender thumb across his knuckles, “Let’s go, we’re going to be late.”

“Obviously,” he grunts, eyes shining with appreciation—a welcomed promise—as he raises your palm to his lips, kissing your fingertips one by one, “We’re not leaving.”

—

“Hold up, you made two reservations?” Tengen shrieks

Your eyes roll as if to say Duh, already rummaging for a new dress while Suma helps pat Makio’s back dry, steam from the attached bathroom wafting into the bedroom

“She’s always prepared,” Hina chirps proudly, kissing your jaw with a fond smile

“That, and Tengen’s always horny,” you smirk

You don’t really have a video suitable for YouTube 😅, but you do post Before/After photos of the ~prank on Instagram with a cheeky Unfortunately, the “During” photos are NSFW 😏🫢🍑🍆 caption

#hashira x reader #headcanons #modern au #demon slayer smut #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #himejima gyomei #gyomei x reader #iguro obanai #obanai x reader #rengoku kyojuro #kyojuro x reader #shinazugawa sanemi #sanemi x reader #tomioka giyuu #giyuu x reader #uzui tengen #tengen x reader

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kyojurismo · 11 months

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I just an idea all the hashira X fem reader going on a big fun trip to the hot springs, possible suggestiveness from older characters, not muichiro though but mainly just fluff and goofy fun

YOU WERE SO SMART TO PUT THIS INTO MY INBOX BC IT LITERALLY CAUGHT UP MY WHOLE ATTENTION I’VE NEVER ANSWERED SO FAST TO THIS STUFF FR

okay i believe that would be super fun because *starts crying thinking about them all*

shinobu would stay close to your side the whole time and rest her head on your shoulder as you’re talking about anything, sometimes she would caress your hips and pinch your thighs just to tease you and then smile at you mischievously.

muichiro is enjoying his time as he listens to y’all, trying to concentrate y’know. he’s staying close to gyomei bc he’s on babysitting duty and has to keep everything under control because as the oldest he’s the most responsible. he for sure wants you all to enjoy the free time and keep your heads off things, but responsibly.

mitsuri took the food for everyone with her because she of course would get hungry [my beloved i’d die to eat something w her] and she would love to play with your hair and repeatedly compliment you !!

obanai gives you the side eye, but if mitsuri is happy he is content too. he listens to your talking though because unlike a lot of people you’re saying intelligent things most of the time.

kyojuro would be close to you too as he enjoys your company and i strongly believe he would caress your cheek or shoulder every once in a while even if he hides whatever his intention with his usual smile; tengen wouldn’t have problems in complimenting your appearance freely and flirting with you though, and that would for sure make you a little flustered.

giyu is silent most of the time but he’s sending you glances that speaks volume. when he moved closer to you after some time of being surrounded by the others and gets a tiny bit of privacy ( there’s no privacy the others are just grabbing something to eat uh ) he moves his hand to squeeze your hand under the water and smiles timidly at you.

sanemi hides it better so he would simply converse with you, if he’s in a good mood of course. otherwise he would just stay close to you and have small talks w iguro, as he enjoys his company.

okay after showing you that literally all of them are attracted to you, i genuinely think that it would be an amazing day and it would help everyone act like normal people ( bc they’re young after all, so ). that’s up to you choosing who’s taking you home later, i guess? 🧐

#📂 — writing !!#shinobu kocho x reader #mitsuri kanroji x reader #obanai iguro x reader #sanemi shinazugawa x reader #kyojuro rengoku x reader #tengen uzui x reader #gyomei himejima x reader #muichiro tokito x reader #giyuu tomioka x reader #kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu no yaiba fanfic #demon slayer #demon slayer fanfic

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angelic-dew · 11 months

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Hi!! I don't mean to be a bother, but could I possibly request rengoku and tengen (without wives and separately done!) smut hcs please? I understand if you don't do it! stay healthy 🤍

# smut headcannons !

✧༉‧₊˚୨ 💌 ୧・author's note :: sure anon! I hope these are okay, I'm not the best smut writer qnq also! sorry for the huge delay, I've been lacking motivation lately. when I get tengen's part done, I'll update it here!

✧༉‧₊˚୨ 🍫 ୧・pairing :: Uzui T. x afab reader [not completed yet.] ⁞⁞ Kyojuro R. x afab reader — {you/your pronouns | separately done}

✧༉‧₊˚୨ ✖ ୧・trigger warnings :: mentions of female and male genitals. dirty talk. daddy kink. praise kink. size kink. biting. hickeys. slight mentions of rough sex. semi-public sex. fingering. raw dogging. spanking. ⁞⁞ 18+ content, children dni please. proofread.

𝐊𝐘𝐎𝐉𝐔𝐑𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐎𝐊𝐔.

꒰🔥꒱. I see Rengoku being into praising his precious lover in bed {consciously and subconsciously he does it}, he is a cinnamon roll after all, and a total sweetheart as a whole. Our beloved Umai King would also be extremely cautious with what he says; always taking into consideration your every action and signals with how you're feeling in bed. This time is precious to him and he takes it very seriously, always muttering phrases and short words of adoration and encouragement for your full enjoyment. Whispering ever so softly in your ear, always singing your praises to his heart's content.

꒰🔥꒱. Back in the Era Demon Slayer does take place in {1912-1926 || Taisho Era}, condoms did in fact exist, however, I believe Kyojuro prefers to go in fully raw for maximum pleasure as your walls tighten around him. That can translate to him wanting to prepare you a bit to take his entire length properly and with ease. He takes pride in prepping you, taking his time and lubing his fingers with some oil to make the process much easier.

꒰🔥꒱. He begins slow and gentle, soft to the touch; always treating you like some sort of dainty, delicate piece of porcelain throughout the process. Checking up on you at every moment as lewd cries of contentment escape from underneath your lips.

꒰🔥꒱. The flame Hashira does have a somewhat "rowdy" side to him. The thought of being able to do the deed with someone he loves ever so much really gets the blood flowing, to certain areas of course. So even though he's such a gentle sweetheart, he can still be rough in some subtle ways at times.

꒰🔥꒱. These can include bite marks along your body — hickeys and even light bruises peppering your breasts and neck; a few sprinkled along your collarbone area as well, as a finishing touch. It depends on what exactly is being done, but, he does tend to leave a few playful bite marks along your inner thigh area while giving you oral.

꒰🔥꒱. Because, let's face it, you know he's eating you out like there is no tomorrow. Rengoku is the Umai King after all, it's no surprise he can take that same talent of eating sweet potatoes and do the same to you, instead this time, he's eating out something that's definitely better than any food. He would ultimately prefer to give oral rather than receive, your needs come before his, always!

꒰🔥꒱. Rengoku is definitely an ass guy, don't try changing my mind. I see him loving to hold it within his palms gently, something about it just feels so enthralling that he can't even begin to come to his correct senses when he sees you in doggy style. That alone will make him pounce on you with little to no hesitation. Regardless of the size as well, he doesn't really care how big it is, once there's enough for him to grip and drool over as he pleases, it'll be a true treasure.

꒰🔥꒱. Kyojuro seems like the type to have a liking towards things smaller than him, so those rules will definitely apply to his lover as well. Especially if you're a bit shorter than the average person, bonus points to you right there, it only makes his size kink worsen each time. He simply adores the fact you're so tiny compared to him, yet so strong and able to take each, individual inch of his meaty cock every time; it makes him feel a sense of endearment per se. His little person's ability to feel all of him, honestly, makes him melt for you.

꒰🔥꒱. An alternative take on his size kink would also be a size kink, but you're bigger than him. He would have just as much adoration and love for you even if you were taller than him in just height alone. The cream of the crop that really gets him going has to be when he actually enters your warm hole. He practically dotes at the sight of your expressions as you tremble under his soft, loving touch. Despite your size difference, you're still extremely tight and sensitive to the touch — the Hashira is indeed fond of that.

꒰🔥꒱. He would most likely have a huge daddy kink as well. Of course, he wouldn't exactly mention it upfront, he would be a bit embarrassed to do so. I don't think he knows he has one until you call him it while he's ramming himself into one time. When you called him that, it almost made him feel a sense of power, but moreover, if he were to be frank, he could've felt himself get harder inside you from that word alone. Rengoku would definitely want you to say it more often; I firmly believe he would even imply it in his words as well while whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

꒰🔥꒱. Sex position-wise, I see him having a preference for wanting to have a view of your angelic face while also being able to please you to the fullest, of course, there are a few exceptions like doggy style, but here's some in line with his preferred liking. So, mating press, missionary, cowgirl {reverse cowgirl at certain times}, g-whiz and the seashell, to name a few. Ideally, Kyojuro would like to do it in a place of privacy so he can focus on you and you primarily, always putting your needs first. However, if there ever came a time when you wanted him urgently, he wouldn't hesitate to take a risk. Whether that be behind a large building or a bathroom stall for a brief moment to have a quickie.

꒰🔥꒱. As I stated directly before, he has a particular fondness for ass, specifically yours, rather than anything else. So out of impulse he would spank you or leave slight bruising along your waistline as he holds onto you.

꒰🔥꒱. He doesn't spank you hard, it's usually a simple small slap, but from the moment you start asking/begging for more, just keep in mind, his normal sweet demeanour will change to something otherworldly; trust me, he will not hesitate to give you what you want by any means. Whether that being you want him to be rougher, harder or even leave more marks on you, he will make sure you're satisfied down to the last touch.

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chiharuhashibira · 9 months

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Hiiiiii so I was wondering if you can do a sanemi x fem abused reader plss?? And like the reader drops a plate and is having a panic attack and sanemi comforts us ???pls and thanks (if not sanemi kiojuro or obanai??)

Of course! We certainly can~ Your wish is my command UwU

I've been wanting to write about Shinazugawa-san! And no worries about the Kyojuro and Obanai imagine~ I'll definitely make one and tag you hihi ^^

𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

𝑨𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔

𝐀 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐗 𝐀𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭

Content Warnings: Curse words, Wound and Blood, Abuse Flashbacks, Panic Attacks

Notes: Y/N = Your Name | E/C = Eye Color | H/C = Hair Color

As if by muscle memory, you flinched and covered your face as the plate crumbled into pieces on the floor. The streaking pain and screaming echoed inside your head, confusing you about what's real and what's not.

As you looked down, you saw tiny red droplets on the wooden floor. With a lump now forming on your throat, you crouched down, and tears started to escape your E/C eyes. The tremors came back as if you were back at the old estate where you had been living a year ago.

Your mind was filled with endless memories of how your own mother and your new stepfather had physically and verbally abused you.

"You're a fucking twat. You should've died with your father."

"Why don't we just sell you, Y/N? Perhaps we can get money from you getting laid! You're just a piece of shit to us anyways..."

A small sob escaped your lips as you looked around, your sight blurred with tears. Then suddenly, a warm, calloused hand gently caressed your back.

"Hey Y/N, calm down, please. You're safe with me."

All your demons calmed down inside of you as your E/C orbs met with his pale purple ones.

Oh yes, you have been living with the Wind Hashira for a year since you watched as your evil parents turned into a real-life demon in front of your eyes. He was your saviour; he still is, and that's the reason why your heart started beating fast for him.

You remembered the first night after the traumatic incident when Sanemi insisted you come with him to Kocho-dono's place. Who would've thought that this harsh-tongued man, full of scars from his old and present battles, would take you under his wing and show you a part of him that he has never shown to anyone after his nightmares came true?

Sanemi gently picked you up as your shivers continued to take over your body. Normally, you would protest this gesture, scared that he might tease you for being so frail, but that never came from him. He never mocked you.

"Y/N, breathe. Please breathe for me."

You followed him as he slowly put you on the zabuton, making sure that he was beside you to support you in case you fell down again. You watched him as your sight got clearer once again; he was opening a little box that he always hid under the table. His little first aid kit.

Sanemi is aware of your panic attacks; he even prepared things to help you when your past gets ahold of you once again, like this first aid kit that he kept in case you wound yourself up.

"Sanemi, I'm so sorry. I dropped a plate again."

He grunted, taking your hand and cleaning the wound from it that you got from accidentally squeezing the shard on your hand a while ago. No words came out of him for a few seconds. His eyes and hands are just focused on wrapping the wound on your hand with bandages.

Then after that, he looked up at you with no smile, but his eyes said it all. He was trying his best to comfort you. "Y/N, it's just a plate. I won't be mad even if you accidentally break every single one of them." He suddenly pulled you into his arms, embracing you with a warmth that no one would ever expect.

Flashbacks brought back your first kiss with Sanemi and how he tried to make you stop crying from being too scared that he wouldn't come back from his missions. You saw how he beheaded your demon mother and stepfather after they scratched his arms back then. You never want to see him hurt again, but he's a demon slayer. A Hashira, to begin with. His life won't really be about comfort and pleasures; he's here to slay demons, and he sacrificed his safety for that devotion.

You always wondered why he had agreed to take you under his wing after Kocho said that you were too scared, even to the three young girls in the Butterfly Mansion, but not to Sanemi. Despite his complaints, he still took you in and made sure that you were in safe hands.

Until one day, you just fell for him. His mean attitude, scarred exterior, and cold facade—those never stopped you from loving him more. And he fell for you too. He would never say things like, I love you, but you always felt special. Especially when he kissed you that night when you tried to stop him from leaving for his mission.

"Don't leave me Shinazugawa-san... Please... I—I... care for you so much."

Sanemi leaned in for a warm, passionate kiss, and you'll swear that his eyes glistened seconds before his intimate action.

"I'll come back for you. I won't die that easy. You know how badass I am, right?"

And that's it. That's how you and Sanemi's relationship changed in an instant.

"Hey, you're drowning in your thoughts again."

Sanemi pulled you out of the embrace, held you by your shoulders, and stared at you with concern in his eyes. "I'm sorry, Sane—"

"Another sorry from your lips, and I won't kiss you again."

Your heart started beating fast after what he said. You shut your mouth and bit your lip, making a small smile appear on Sanemi's face.

"Good girl. E/C, those fucking demons cannot return to harm you. I won't let them. I'll slash their heads even before they take a step near you. I promise I'll protect you. I won't lose you too."

You gave him a small smile and nodded. Sanemi suddenly pulled you into his arms again and kissed through your H/C hair. "I won't lose you, Y/N. I won't let that happen." He caressed your back, hushing you from the remnants of your past.

The fear in you subsided. Sanemi's right. No one can hurt you again. Sanemi's the only person who can kill the demons inside your head. He's the only person who's always there to get you back on your feet if you fall. His loving comfort and company are all you need to heal from your nightmares. And perhaps you're also what he needs to make peace with his.

Your shaking subsided as your breathing stabilised. You raised your head and caught a glimpse of Sanemi's sweet smile. This part of him is for your eyes only, and you're happy with that.

"Your wound still hurts, doll?" You shook your head. Sanemi suddenly pulled you onto his lap and held your waist. "That's good to know. If you ever feel that again, always remember that I'm here, okay? I'll kill all those demons for you if that's what it takes."

You hummed, putting your hands over his shoulders. "Thank you, Sanemi. Thank you for being here."

"Of course. I love you."

That's the first time that you've heard those three words come from his mouth. His raspy voice and his loving smile made you blush. You'll say the world has stopped, but it already has since Sanemi started loving you back.

"I love you too. I'll do my best to take care of you too."

Sanemi bit his lip and pulled you closer. "Now kiss me." He said, and you happily obliged, pressing your lips gently onto his as he embraced you tighter.

"Y/N, you're mine."

"Always yours, Sanemi..."

You replied through the sloppy kisses, and you'll never know; perhaps it'll be more in a few blinks of an eye.

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𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆!

I hope you enjoyed this short fic as much as I enjoyed writing it!

Thank you so much for your request! And yes! I'll be writing a Kyojuro and Obanai fic for yah~ Totally appreciated this! ^^

Keep the requests going! Aside from X Reader, I also write Yaoi soooo~ BUT LET'S JUST FOCUS ON KNY BL IN CASE, FIRST!! XD

Feel free to comment and reblog this story~ Arigatou Gozaimasu!

~𝓒𝓱𝓲𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓾-𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓷🌸

#sanemi x reader #sanemi shinazugawa #shinazugawa x reader #sanemi x fem!reader #demon slayer x reader #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #sanemi angst #sanemi shorts #sanemi imagines

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comatosebunny09 · 2 years

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The Games That Play Us [ Another Version ]

Genre: Smut, Modern AU

Content Warnings: Language, Exhibitionism (?), Vibrator, Cum Eating, Female Ejaculation, Choking, Cunnilingus, Anal Play, Facef*cking, Female!Reader, P in V Intercourse, Spanking, Pet Names, Fingering, Dacryphilia (?), Jealous!Kyojuro

Rengoku Kyojuro has never been a jealous man. But if he ever were to succumb to the green-eyed monster’s influence, it would look something like this:

He asks if you are “alright, darling?” with a tone doused in honey and a knowing grin curving his lips through the dissonance of the restaurant. You haven’t touched your drink yet, the condensation of it staining the table. But he knows why you won’t so much as move.

Kyojuro pats your thigh with a massive, torrid hand, squeezing with more force than necessary. Fiddles with the tiny, plastic remote in his coat pocket, turning the dial clockwise ever so subtly. Your breath hitches, and your thighs quake, a pained sound flittering from your throat. He can’t get enough of it—reducing you to utter mush in front of your friends.

Tengen queries if you are “feeling okay?” from across the table, concern furrowing his sparse brows. Hinatsuru reaches over to squeeze your hand, noting the sweat on your temple, your lip clenched between your teeth, and the glassy look in your eyes. Suma and Makio share twin looks, worrying about whatever could have befallen their dear friend.

You simply nod, afraid to speak because you don’t want to publicize your plight. Don’t trust your voice to work just yet. You instead lean over, releasing soft, sodden whimpers into the curve of Kyojuro’s shoulder, loud enough for only him to hear. He gathers you into his side, a languid arm slung about your shoulders to ground you. “What was that, darling? Faster?” he murmurs into your heated ear, cranking the dial up another notch. When you intake a sharp breath, he makes the executive decision to depart.

Kyojuro excuses you both from dinner under the pretense of you coming down with something nasty—a fever, a cold, cramps. It isn’t a complete lie; you will be coming from something very soon—his fingers, his tongue, his cock. He hasn’t decided yet. Wants to prolong this torture as long as possible. Your friends bid you wary farewells whilst he guides you from the booth. You toddle behind him in your too-tall heels through the parking lot, freezing and fighting to keep yourself upright, your body wrought by pleasure.

He tucks you so tenderly into the passenger seat of his Challenger, you wrapped snuggly in his thick jacket. You paw at him like a needy kitten, overwhelmed by the cologne and earthy scent saturating his clothes. His name falls listlessly from your quivering lips before he shuts the door behind you, maneuvering himself to the driver’s side with assuredness drenching every step.

A telling smirk cants his lips as he drops the controller into the cup holder once he’s settled behind the steering wheel, the engine of his convertible purring to life, mirroring the mild vibrations taking place amid your engorged warmth. He throws his hands up in mock surrender. Promises not to touch the offending remote whilst driving—a momentary reprieve for your aching cunt whilst he swerves out of the parking lot in pursuit of your home.

You try to reduce the severity of your sentencing. The leather seat squeaks when you reach over the center console to toy with Kyojuro’s belt buckle, fixing him with puppy eyes in his peripheral. He chuckles, the sound smooth and viscous like chocolate. He’ll play your game just this once. Lifts his hips to let you tug his slacks southward, enough for his heavy cock to spring free from the confines of his briefs. It thumps menacingly against his belly. Globs of saliva dribble down the sides of your mouth at the sight of it—at the thought of it twitching on your tongue.

You suddenly fill the air with obscene slurps as you suck him off so skillfully, lapping at the pulsating, forked veins of his dick like a woman starved. He groans throatily, tangling his fingers in your hair to urge your further down until the wispy tendrils curtaining his sex tickle your nostrils. You choke on him, saliva and precum pooling at his base. You gag around the sensitive head, molten tears leaping to your eyes. The pulsations and fist-like vice of your throat send him into a frenzy. He ruts up into your mouth after you slide under a red light. Mutters, “Mmm, fuck. Suck it. Take it, baby, take it,” his head lolling back to crash into the headrest, chest heaving with restrained desire.

He coats your tight throat soon after with gooey ribbons of cum, keeping your mouth in place, forcing you to drink up his briny cream. Warns you “not to miss a single drop, lest you prolong your penance.” You draw back with a crisp gasp once he releases you. He bites his lip at your visage. Revels in how your rouge lipstick smears across your cheek and your mascara runs from your lashes, intermingling with tears.

“Mm. Darling, you are a sight to behold.”

Kyojuro purposely drags his fingers across the torrid, meaty flesh of your inner thigh, ghosting over your pussy. It hiccups around the steadily humming, neon-pink chunk of silicone nestled within. He’d tucked it there after you defied him. Licked your pretty cunt into submission. Worked the little egg betwixt your taut walls after bending you over his knee and raining a succession of cruel slaps down onto your ass.

He whips into the carport of your home, barely concealing the glee pulsing beneath his skin. He wastes no time plucking you from the passenger side. Presses you harshly against the door, marring you with open-mouthed kisses and nips and obscenities sang into the junction of your shoulder whilst he pistons his hips against your ass, his convertible rocking with each undulation.

Kyojuro doesn’t afford you time to open your front door. He drops into a lounge chair on your porch, dragging you onto his lap with him, your spine melding to his chest.

The punishment has just begun.

Your panties a distant memory, Kyojuro proceeds to stroke your pussy into a slobbering mess. Forces your thighs to stay open, coaxing them further apart with an iron grip the more you struggle to close them. He strums your clit with his middle finger. Delicately plucks at your swelling pearl like a harpist, working in tandem with the vibrator pulsing inside to send you spilling towards the edge.

“Fuck me, Kyojuro,” you breathe into the inky night, mindful of your volume. Wouldn’t want to wake your slumbering neighbors now, would you? Your voice is nevertheless desperate, and you’re damn near crying. A glistening stream of saliva coasts down your chin. The fucked-out expression sits prettily amongst your features whilst he curls his unoccupied hand around your neck and squeezes.

Who are you to tell him what to do? You’re the one in trouble, remember?

Kyojuro suddenly extracts the vibrator from you with a vulgar pop, the toy clattering on the ground as he replaces it with his generous, aching cock. He doesn’t move once he’s inched his way in. He just lets you sit on his lap, entranced by how your cunt greedily swallows him to the hilt. He makes it his mission to have you creaming on his dick whilst he strokes your clit with renewed vigor; wants to bring you as close to an orgasm as he can before he hunts his own pleasure.

“I’m sorry, my darling,” he croons, his nails imprinting crescent moons into your thigh. “I can’t hear you too well. Would you mind speaking up?”

“—said I’m close, Kyo! So fucking close!”

At that, he smacks your clitoris once. Twice. Massages the driveling flesh in messy arcs, chasing the tight coiling in your stomach, the beginnings of your peak furling through you like smoke.

“Are you going to cum for me?” he rasps, fawning over you with such tenderness, timbre incredibly gentle despite his sinful ministrations. “Going to cream all over my cock, baby? Hmm? My beautiful little princess.”

“Oh, fuck, Kyo! I’m—”

“That’s it, darling. Cum. I want you to.”

It takes but a few more taps to your swollen clitoris for you to come undone; to saturate his slacks with your nectar. It pours in scorching rivulets down your legs, splashing onto the concrete below. A ring of your cream adorns his cock, causing Kyojuro to smirk in triumph. He licks a candied stripe up the side of your neck. Peppers your skin with hot kisses whilst you battle to control your breathing. Your limbs feel slack and so very heavy, your body lulling against his. Once your mind has descended from the heavens, you feel Kyojuro encase your chin with his callused fingers, forcing you to gaze into the smoldering flames of his irises.

“The next time I tell you to block your ex-boyfriend, I expect you to follow through, my love.” Kyojuro chuckles darkly, a warning swimming beneath the currents of that tone. He swiftly unsheathes his hardened cock from the warm suctioning of your cunt, much to your dismay. Just as you’ve begun to adjust to the sensation of emptiness, your eyes shoot open when that very same dick prods at your puckering anus.

“If this happens again, I will destroy this pretty little asshole of yours next. Do you understand, my love?”

#rengoku x reader #kyojuro x reader #my works #kyojuro rengoku #demon slayer fanfic #kny fanfic #kny reader insert #rengoku kyojuro x reader #kyojuro rengoku smut #rengoku smut #kyojuro smut #self indulgent

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risingscorchingsuns · 2 months

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wow im trying to write A Fic!!! look at me and my writing motivation!!! this is a first draft bc i spat it out and then passed the fuck out so bear with me pls lol

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Irreplaceable

hi guys it’s 2:30am and im going Thru It so as normal im coping by projecting onto hikaru. sorry buddy. at least you have kyojuro 👍

content: SFW, mentions of gender dysphoria and mild transphobia, fluff/comfort

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It’s a warm summer evening, and twilight has settled like a thin veil over the headquarters of the Demon Slayer Corps. A gentle breeze blows through the nearby woods, lending a pleasant coolness to the darkening sky. Fireflies flicker in the dim light, blinking like tiny ghosts of little stars.

Kyojuro Rengoku was out wrapping up a patrol, as normal. The man was nothing if not diligent- something he prides himself on. His shoes pad against the soft forest floor as he strode purposefully back to headquarters, hand on his sword and head held high. Kyojuro normally holds himself with pride and purpose, but tonight especially so. See, tonight wasn’t just any night. Tonight, Kyojuro had a date.

He’d been looking forward to it all week. Kyojuro doesn’t get many chances to spend quality time with his lover, Hikaru Eritora, as they had to be together in secret. There was simply too much in the way for them to be open about their relationship- Kyojuro was a Hashira, which meant he was held to a specific social standard by those around him. He was expected to remain professional, and risked being accused of favoritism if he was caught paying Hikaru any special attention. Hikaru himself was only rank Tsuchinoe, and if it got out that he was seeing a Hashira, it could get messy for the both of them. So, for now, they had to make do with stolen moments, secret and hidden away from prying eyes.

As far as Kyojuro was concerned, that was fine with him. He knew that someday, he’d shout his affection to the rooftops, and the whole world would know of their love. But for now, he was perfectly content for mere minutes around his lover. Just knowing that Hikaru was his… that was enough.

Kyojuro shook himself briefly, as though snapping himself out of a daydream. He blinks a few times, and chuckles softly to himself. “You’ve got me lost in my own head, Karu,” he murmured to the empty evening air. “I’m on my way.”

With that, he picks up his pace, trotting off towards the Butterfly Mansion, where Hikaru resides. When he arrives, he pushes open the large, ornate door, and quickly navigates his way through the vast estate in search of his partner, avoiding any prying eyes. Reaching the door to his room, Kyojuro knocks three times- the signal that it was him. But to his surprise, there was no answer.

That was odd. Kyojuro was sure Hikaru was home. It was their agreed-upon time, Kyojuro was sure. So where was Hikaru? Kyojuro knocks again, leaning up to the door.

“Hikaru? Are you in there?”

Kyojuro listens carefully, but his hearing isn’t very good. He thinks he can head muffled cursing. Suddenly, he hears Hikaru’s voice, barely audible and slightly ragged through the door.

“Come in,” he says hoarsely.

Kyojuro pushes open the door to Hikaru’s room, and his heart immediately clenches with concern. Hikaru is sitting on the floor, wrapped in a blanket, his back facing Kyojuro. His head is lowered and his shoulders are slumped, staring at the ground.

“I’m sorry,” he rasps immediately, not looking up.

“Hikaru, my little flame, what on earth happened?” Kyojuro says, his voice immediately taking on a note of softness that he reserves exclusively for his lover. He steps forward, closing the door behind him and hesitantly reaching out a hand, unsure if he should touch Hikaru or not. “What’s wrong, love?”

“I was… I was trying to get ready,” Hikaru sniffles. “But I wanted to look good, wanted to look nice for you, and.. and nothing looked right, I… I didn’t look right.” Hikaru’s voice breaks, and Kyojuro realizes with a jolt that there are tears pouring down his cheeks. “Nothing looks… right. Not on me.”

“Oh, Karu,” Kyojuro says gently, his soul aching for the other man. “What are you talking about? You’re beautiful, my beetle.” He steps forward again, crouching down behind Hikaru and leaning forward to look at his face. Hikaru twists away, shielding his face with his hand.

“I’m not. I’m… I’m not right. I’m a freak,” Hikaru says hoarsely. “Everyone thinks so. You know how they look at me.” He sniffles, wiping his eyes on the sleeve of his haori. “You see how some of the other Slayers treat me. I’m a g-goddamn freak of nature, and everyone knows it.” He breaks down again, burying his head in his arms.

Kyojuro watches helplessly for a moment as Hikaru starts to cry again, his mind racing for a solution, some possible way to comfort his lover. Before he’s even realized it, he’s wrapping his arms around Hikaru, drawing him in close. “Hey, shhh, it’s okay, Beetle, it’s okay,” he says gently, his face soft with concern. Searching for the right words to say, he just holds Hikaru close, rubbing comforting circles onto his back with one calloused hand.

“You’re not a freak, Hikaru,” Kyojuro says gently, but firmly. “I don’t ever want to hear you call yourself that. Never once, not in your life or mine, have you ever been a freak.”

“But I am,” Hikaru sobs. “I’m… I’m not right, Kyojuro. I wasn’t… I wasn’t born right. My body is wrong, it’s wrong and it doesn’t look like it’s supposed to, and my clothes look weird and my skin doesn’t fit and, and-” Hikaru cuts himself off, gasping for breath before dissolving into more sobs. “If I w-was right, if I b-belonged, I wouldn’t feel like this,” he cries into Kyojuro’s chest. “I wouldn’t feel like some kind of horrid th-thing, every time I look in a mirror.”

For a few moments, Kyojuro doesn’t know what to say. He can’t even begin to imagine what Hikaru must be feeling, what it must be like to feel out of place in your own skin. But he has to say something, so he just says the first words that come to his mind.

“Hikaru, my love, my brilliant blazing flame,” he says gently, running his hand over Hikaru’s head in a soothing petting motion. “I can’t even imagine what it’s like. I know it’s hard, my love. I know it’s hard.” He squeezes Hikaru comfortingly, knowing that the pressure helps calm him. “But my darling, you belong. Every breath you take, every step you walk, every moment of every day, you belong. Just because you’re different doesn’t make you less worthy. It means you should be celebrated. It takes so much strength, so much courage to do what you do, Karu. You are so strong, and so beautiful, and you belong, my flame.”

Hikaru opens his mouth to argue, but Kyojuro keeps going before he can get any words out. “I know, I know, I know it’s so much easier said than done. It’s so much easier to say you belong than to feel it. But look at me, Karu.” Kyojuro gently takes Hikaru’s chin in his hand, and tilts it up to meet his gaze.

“Hikaru, do you trust me?” he asks softly.

Hikaru sniffles, and nods tearfully.

“With all my heart,” he rasps.

“Then trust me when I say that you belong. Hold your head high, my flame. You are beautiful, the most beautiful creature I’ve ever laid my eyes on. And you belong, just as you are.”

Hikaru’s bright violet eyes well up once more, and a fresh wave of tears rolls over him. He pitches forward into Kyojuro’s chest again, shoulders heaving. Kyojuro simply holds him, holds him like a precious treasure, holds him like it’s the only thing he knows how to do. He strokes Hikaru’s hair soothingly, giving him a safe space to simply feel.

“It’s okay, little flame,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the crown of Hikaru’s head. “Just let yourself feel it. I’ve got you.”

Hikaru cries for a few more minutes, cries until his sobs dissolve into strangled gasps, until his strangled gasps dissolve into soft little hiccups and shaky, ragged breaths.

“I don’t… feel beautiful,” he croaks into Kyojuro’s uniform. “Some days I feel… some days I feel like I don’t even know what I am.”

“Hikaru Eritora,” Kyojuro says softly, tilting the other man’s chin up to look him in the eyes again. “You, my love, are so many, many things.” His hand glides from Hikaru’s chin to cup his cheek, brushing away his tears with a gentle thumb. Hikaru sighs softly, leaning into his lover’s gentle touch. “But above all, Hikaru, you are one thing.” Kyojuro draws Hikaru forward and wraps his arms around him, enveloping him in a warm, fierce, almost reverent embrace.

“Irreplaceable.”

Kyojuro says the word so simply, like it’s the easiest truth ever to be spoken. Like it’s the only truth that could ever be possible.

To Kyojuro, it is.

For a moment there’s just silence. A soft kind of intimate quiet, like they’re the only two people in the world, and the only thing that matters is the embrace the two lovers are locked in.

“Thank you,” Hikaru breathes, burying his face in Kyojuro’s golden hair. “Thank you, my Firefly.” He sniffles softly, clinging to Kyojuro’s haori. His voice is low, hoarse, and infinitely grateful.

Kyojuro just smiles softly, his blazing eyes crinkling gently in the corners.

“Always, my flame.”

He draws back slightly, sliding his hands up to grasp Hikaru’s shoulders as they kneel together on the floor. His face softens, giving Hikaru a gentle smile. “Feeling better, love?” Hikaru sniffles and nods, returning the smile tearfully as he wipes his eyes. Kyojuro chuckles fondly. “Good. Are you still up for date night?” He grins a bit wider now, almost sheepishly. “I must admit, I’m starving.”

Hikaru laughs, his voice hoarse from tears but laced with joy. He leans forward, and presses a gentle, tender kiss to Kyojuro’s lips. Kyojuro hums happily, returning the gesture with a smile.

“Let’s go get you some food, then,” Hikaru says affectionately. Kyojuro helps him to his feet, and they share one last embrace before slipping out into the night, hand in hand.

Hand in hand, soul in soul, irreplaceable.

#leon writes #hikaru eritora #kyojuro x oc #demon slayer #demon slayer oc #kny #rengoku kyojuro #kny oc #oc x canon #kny fluff #comfort #kny fanfic #oc fanfiction

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kozmicmizuu · 5 months

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ok- soooo… my brain thought of smth a tiny bit fucked but the i remembered this is kny and atla so it’s ok to be fucked. so, in the series water benders are like- not really in the war, but they were basically taken from the south tribe for war reasons. the angst in my brain is that the southern tribe in this au is where urokodaki would train all of this students (yes, the past dead ones are alive in this) and then the demons attacked (they’re basically the fire nation in this).

(also in this au in my take (you can see how you’d like) the demons aren’t really demons. they’re human, but they use this fucked up branch or rather a “weed” of the breath-bending that’s the equivalent of dark magic basically.)

they just took everyone with no remorse for anything, and then they found out that water’s conductive. sooooo- torture via electricity was used to make the water benders weapons of war!!! yay!!

giyuu was considered one of the best in the small tribe (i think between him, sabito, and makomo, giyuu was the one to completely master water breathing and well- survived canon). shock collars were obviously used- cause this is demons we’re talking about.

giyuu and basically all of the tribe were just abused for years (lets use giyuu’s age as a reference). the tribe was taken when giyuu was 8- the controlling and abuse didn’t stop until giyuu was 19. basically instead of him finding tanjiro, tanjiro found him.

you can only imagine how just aggressive giyuu was, a major contrast to his usual calm and stoic personality. tanjiro probably couldn’t even get close without giyuu being violent so he called for backup from the corps/friends. let’s say that sanemi and shinobu and kyojuro were sent there (sanemi was there in case of a fight.) to say that giyuu’s condition was worrying would be an understatement.

literally every single water breather was fucked- they needed the moon for spiritual healing but we’re never given the chance to see it for god knows how long, barely any food or water. kyojuro probably threw up when he saw kids in there. sanemi was just pissed about this, a whole ass tribe was ignored by the world. also don’t worry, literally no one is dead from the water tribe. but idk of that’s a good thing tbh….

it took them literally forever to get giyuu to trust them, like trying to tame a wild animal. but the simplest thing is what got literally the whole tribe to trust them, the promise of seeing the moon and sea again. tanjiro was just happy to see the southern tribe from the stories, but so sad that they were like this for 11 years. the moment they even opened the door for the tribe- it was literally like setting caged birds free. though urokodaki was the one who told the four, “thank you” and followed his students into the beach on a full moon.

also the shock collars took some time to remove, no one really sat still at all, or some stood unnervingly still. shinobu knew that it would them literal years to recover from all of that trauma, potentially a whole lifetime. kyojuro probably sobbed his sweet little heart out when he saw them so happy on the beach (emotional bitch), sanemi was still fuming, mf was READY to put an end to this war. he just imagined genya in this situation and was like “no i im not letting this slide” and proceeded to sink the entire fleet that did this to the tribe (W sanemi).

sighhhh this thought happens from remembering the episode of when katara found another water bender from the southern tribe (holy fuck i can’t remember the name) and she ended up being fucked in the head after all.

so, does that mean giyuu can be feral and deranged when he’s completely ticked off?? yes, more feral giyuu content for the starving people. he’d be so much more intense with any threat (maybe like when azula was going a bit silly) but after the threat is gone he’s just “woopsie daisies my bad yall”

they ended up taking the tribe to the corps and basically giving them a safe place to heal and relax. gyomei ended up being good friends with a lot of them because water benders are very sweet to him and the kids thought he was cool (a little scary at first). giyuu, bless his soul, was found by tengen immediately. mf knew he HAD to befriend this guy, sabito wasn’t having it tho so know there’s sabito and tengen beef.

anyways thanks for coming to my ted talk about this fucked up lil thing… i’m not okay because i started typing this out at 8 in the morning…

#demon slayer #kny #kimestu no yaiba #alta #giyuu tomioka #sabito #makomo #urokodaki #tanjiro kamado #sanemi shinazugawa #shinobu kocho #kyojuro rengoku #gyomei himejima #tengen uzui #i had to get this out here because i’m truly a genius #i’m kidding but like- humor me….#i need more feral and deranged giyuu content #I NEED HIM TO GO INSANE #also help him yall he’s seen and been through some shit #but he’s still a silly lil guy #maybe don’t make him scared or upset #because can anyone truly stop a tidal wave of emotions?? or even fully control a wave at all??#sabito is probably more of a “man in this #wanting to be the strong figure for his suffering tribe and to make himself feel like he’s being something other than a weapon of war #makomo was probably used as a healer for the demons literally draining her of her energy for their sake #urokodaki was literally just used as a way to get the tribe to listen like threading his life if they even tried to rebel or smth #that’s literally their dad so of course they all listened #also i love the switching of roles of savior and victem with tanjiro and giyuu #i’m sane i swear im just sleepy #enjoy the angst cause this au is full of it no surprises there!!

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oh-ohagi · 2 years

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How the Hashira drives a car | Modern AU Headcanon

Content Warning: Nothing. Just silly driving habits. Oh yes I have a warning. I don't drive. I don't know how. But I took a course about road safety and right of way not so long ago. These are just some silly headcanons I have. Please be kind with me ≥﹏≤ Also, this is the first writing I had done. So, yay?

Proofread: Maybe? I did while I'm still on the road.

Notes: I'm on a roadtrip and half of the time, this is all I can think of. I actually planned on finishing the fic I'm cooking first, but here I am

Giyu

› Fairly knowledgeable about the basics.

› Only drives when needed because he doesn't like driving.

› Prefers being a passenger or not riding a vehicle at all, unless long-distance travel. Public transportation > private vehicle.

› He drives at his own pace.

› A very chill driver. Overtake and horn at him as long as you want but he'll remain as calm as he always is, as long as he isn't being pulled over by authorities.

› As for that matter, he has never violated road policies.

Kyojuro

› Also knowledgeable about the basics.

› He frequently drives for his family and friends. Let me correct that. He loves driving for his loved ones.

› Often drives his family pick-up truck or something that has a huge passenger space.

› Has a lot of snacks in his car. He wants to be munching on something from time to time.

› During long-drives, he insists that his passengers accept the snacks he offers, which is double the amount of normal servings.

› But despite the load of snacks, his car is very clean inside and out.

› As for his road behavior, he follows the road policies STRICTLY.

› Has never violated traffic laws.

› Same as Giyu's, overtake or horn at him a lot but he won't feel any ounce of annoyance. He'll just think you're really in a hurry or might be dying to go to the toilet or what

› As for anyone he has to pull his window down for, they'll be greeted by his signature smile.

› Insult his driving and he'll thank you.

Tengen

› Owns those sizable large-wheeled cars because he thinks they're flashy.

› Speaking of flashy, this guy probably owns multiple cars. A couple or few of those loud sports cars because he thinks they're so flashy and allows him to show his maximum flamboyance.

› But actually prefers to drive his large cars in terms of comfort, considering his large build, especially for his legs.

› His daily morning routine includes greeting his cars good morning and giving them a good wash.

› He's ready to fight anyone who damages his car/s.

› As for his driving skill, kinda average.

› He was pulled over a couple of times for overspeeding and blinding drivers with his high-beam headlights.

› He likes to play flashy music while he drives. Sometimes, loud enough for the music to be heard from outside the car.

› Not to mention, his car smells so good inside.

Shinobu

› The type to have her driver's seat leaned very forward and her back very straight with her face very close to the steering wheel. You know what I mean.

› She can't reach the foot pedals. She felt like she could see the road better this way.

› The slow driver type.

› Probably gives ninety percent of her focus to the road. So don't expect a long conversation or to get a response at all.

› Don't get on her nerves while she's driving, you'll regret it. It'll be more than her smile like she'll murder you, with veins popping on her face.

› Because of the stress she felt on the road, she prefers to be the passenger than the driver.

Mitsuri

› Tries to drive. But she gets pretty scared when the car moves faster than she intended.

› Prefers and is a passenger.

› If she has a car, she'll want to decorate and personalize it. Probably some cute seat covers and pillows in the backseat.

› Like Kyojuro, she'll keep some snacks handy. With this, she'll have a cute tiny trash bin.

Obanai

› Studied driving and knows how to.

› Will drive exclusively for Mitsuri and Mitsuri only. Sorry.

› He'll keep it a secret to keep others from asking him to drive for them.

Sanemi

› Oh don't get me started on Sanemi.

› He's filled with rage while driving, like eighty percent of the time.

› Like Shinobu, don't get on his nerves or you'll die. Pick a road fight with him, you know what will happen. You'll die. If lucky, both of you will just end up in prison.

› He has little patience. Heavy traffic and slow drivers kills him.

› He's like, horns a lot?

› Like Tengen, he was pulled over by authorities several times. Most of the time, for either a warning or an overspeeding ticket.

› Oh also for not wearing a seatbelt. He hates it, just like buttoning up his shirt, because he feels constricted.

› But on the bright side, he still observes some protocols.

› Even with his little patience, he obediently yields at pedestrian lanes, stop lights, intersections, etc.

› He's kind to bikers and pedestrians.

› When driving at night, he wears glasses to see the road better. And it unexpectedly suits him well.

Gyomei

› He's blind so he can't drive.

› He's the type to lower down the radio volume to see the road better.

› He's a very respectful and a very law-abiding driver.

› Strictly follow the right of way.

› As for his skill, fairly average. Drives very carefully.

› As for his car, he's a big guy with a big car. He keeps it nice, clean, and presentable; kid-friendly.

› Originally had a rosary hanging on his rearview mirror.

› Actually prefers to be a passenger but because of his strong sense of responsibility, he doesn't mind being the driver.

Muichiro

› He don't drive yet because he's a babey.

› He did study just a week ago and based on his skill, he's now ready to be on the road. He's a fast learner.

› But he don't like it. Prefers to be a passenger.

› Not good at remembering directions anyway.

› Kinda not into riding vehicles actually, unless it is a long-distance travel. Prefers walking or using a bike.

End Notes:

Yay! You've read until the end! Thank you! As mentioned, this is the first time I wrote a headcanon and I don't drive, so please forgive any mistakes. Also, I wrote and posted this using my phone so I don't know what this will look like on pc. Corrections and comments are highly appreciated. As well as likes and reblogs. I'll do my best!

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"fake" date — mitsuri, kyojuro, sanemi, giyuu

Author’s Note: initially planned to write a Giyuu x Reader one shot for this trope, but enough ppl voted for Hashira preferences that my plans changed. 😉 Pls and ty enjoy ~shorter snippets for Mitsuri, Kyojuro, and Sanemi + something a lil more fleshed out for Giyuu. 🤗 Varying degrees of angst ahead!

“fake” date — mitsuri, kyojuro, sanemi, giyuu

Kanroji Mitsuri x Reader, Rengoku Kyojuro x Reader, Shinazugawa Sanemi x Reader, Tomioka Giyuu x Reader

Word Count: ~1,900

CW: explicit language, mild sexual content

~faqs~

“You look amazing!” Mitsuri gushes, eyes wide with their usual shimmer.

You step sheepishly through your bedroom doorway into the hall where she waits, stare fixed firmly on your sock clad feet.

“Aren’t you going to be cold though?” her voice dips with concern, “I’m sure they’d understand if you wore thicker socks. They’ll be covered by your shoes anyway.”

“I mean,” you shrug, finally glancing up at the warmth in her face that you’ve felt since the day you met, “The ceremony and reception are inside. I can survive in these from the Uber to the entrance.”

Grinning teasingly, she strides over to you, tugging on your overcoat with familiar care, “I don’t know, someone’s feet are always freezing when we watch movies together.”

“And someone else is a blanket hog,” you huff, mesmerized by the delicate imprint of her fingertips — that you know are just as capable of grabbing and tossing you over her shoulder.

Well I like when you snuggle closer to me she almost declares, cheeks reddening as she ducks her head aside, feigning an itchy nose.

“You’re sure it’s okay for me to come?”

The quiver of fear restricting her words coaxes you in, hand mindlessly grabbing hers as you nod reassuringly.

“Of course! They gave me a plus one. I guarantee I wouldn’t hear the end of it if I showed up alone.”

“So I’m doing you a favor?”

Her question tremors with the faintest of insincerity. You ignore it. It’s understandable, after all. Weddings are cumbersome and awkward and often far too fanciful.

“Absolutely, Mitsuri! I owe you one. And you look beautiful too!”

You’re still holding her hand, clammy and comforting as ever.

—

Her heart aches as she watches you stand in line, tiny buffet plate balanced lazily on your palm, overhead lights bathing you in a soft, unbearable glow.

And you look beautiful too!

She licks her lips, wishing she could ask you to dance.

I owe you one.

Wishing she could ask you to dance, and that you would finally realize what she was really promising.

“So… you’re asking me to go to your family’s Thanksgiving as your date, but not actually your date?”

Kyojuro hopes he doesn’t sound too disappointed, well acquainted with masking his simmering feelings beneath an exterior of exuberance and forwardness.

“Mhm,” you nod, resisting the urge to bite down on your tongue.

You’d love if not-actually-your-date was actually-your-date, but you’d hate even more to ruin your years of ease and friendship.

“But they know we’re friends?”

His head cocks with faux confusion, and you nearly coo at his cuteness. To you, his confusion isn’t pretend — you yourself aren’t entirely sure how you’re going to convince your nosy family members.

“Friends can get close,” you wink playfully, nudging his bicep as if to prove your point.

“How close are we talking?” Kyojuro quips, nudging you back harder.

He relishes in getting to steady you, warm hands wrapping large and protective around your shoulders, righting you before you keel too far off balance.

“Are you going to help your friend out or what?” you scowl jokingly, dramatically brushing your shoulders, knowing you’re going to feel the heat and strength of his touch for hours.

“Of course I’m going to help you! I just-”

His eyes widen involuntarily, and you notice that they stir a peaceful longing in you more deeply than any sunset ever has.

“You just?” you prod, pulse quickening at the prospect of something else.

What else, you have no idea. But sunlight slips through the crack nonetheless.

“Nothing,” Kyojuro grunts, “I forgot!”

You exhale slowly, emotions unfurling as you return to your soft, sunsetless reality.

“Alrighty then.”

“We’re not gonna fool anyone into thinking we’re dating,” Sanemi grimaces, brow furrowed as you take in his reaction.

“And why not?” you retort, arms crossed as you glare back, “The only person who knows you better than me is Genya. Maybe.”

And nobody knows me better than you.

Eyes darting from your lips to your glare, he sighs, jaw tight as he mutters, “Because we’ve never even kissed. What kind of couple, what kind of chemistry, would we have?”

You’re grateful he rambles on, because you almost quip So let’s kiss dumbass.

“Terrible chemistry,” he answers himself, “We would have terrible chemistry. If you really need a date to that holiday party, then you should ask Obanai.”

“OBANAI?!” you screech, too fixated on his horrible plan B to notice his pre emptive wince, a beat before you’d actually processed his suggestion, “You mean a man who’s already in a relationship?!!!”

“Yeah,” Sanemi deadpans, “Low risk.”

He hopes you can’t see how deeply his foot is inserted into his mouth.

“What the hell does that mean?” you hiss, “I sure as fuck haven’t kissed him!”

“Mitsuri would probably be amendable.”

He hopes you can’t hear him choking on his foot, gasping for air.

“To me kissing her boyfriend?!”

Ah shit.

“I’ll do it!”

That shuts you up. You blink, mind blank as you stare at him staring at you staring at him. His hair looks nicer than usual, fluffy with a light scent of dampness as though he’d showered prior to coming over. And his gaze, so strikingly mellow — drenched in lavender and longing. No you correct yourself, the longing is in your own unwavering expression, reflected in the glassiness of his pupils, mirroring the tension in your shoulders.

“Do what?” you murmur Kiss me?

And he nearly does, feet planted firmly on the worn tile of your kitchen, chest heaving as the weight of your question clings to his lungs. He nearly does. Nearly kisses your sarcastic tongue, the hazy drop of your eyelids, the way your body seems to lean toward him as he teeters toward you. Nearly.

“I’ll be your stupid date,” he mumbles.

“You are stupid,” you smile weakly, abruptly shifting your attention to your now lukewarm mug of tea Takes one to know one.

“I don’t understand,” Giyuu says, spine stiffening as he sits on your couch, “You want us to… fake, date?”

Of all the favors you could ask him for, why did it have to be a fake date? He would happily give you a real date, thank you very much.

“Not like! More than once! Just once! For my family reunion! They’re awful and boring and everyone older than like, fifty, asks me if I’m seeing anyone. My answer is always no and their response is always harassment and I…” you trail off, suddenly conscious of your rambling, cheeks hot as you mumble, “I care about my family and I want to attend, but I don’t want to be alone.”

I don’t want to be lonely.

“Have you ever thought that you could be the problem?”

You gape at your best friend, well accustomed to his poorly worded concern, but flabbergasted by his lack of tact regardless.

“GIYUU!”

He winces at your exclamation, quickly backtracking when he notices just how shiny your eyes are getting.

“I’m sorry, I know, that’s not what I meant,” he swallows thickly, fingers in knots in his lap as his mouth twists, “Will we need a backstory? A photo album of our entanglement thus far? Or will it be our first date?”

“Well,” you chew on your bottom lip, struck by his thoughtfulness, clammy at the realization that you wouldn’t need to create a fake photo album because your camera roll is mostly you and him anyway, “Most people don’t take their partner to a family reunion as their first date.”

“Unless they don’t like them and are trying to scare them away,’ Giyuu deadpans, wry glint in his gaze.

“Wouldn’t it be easier to just not date them?” you drawl, apprehension subsiding as amusement bubbles.

“Are you trying to scare me away?” he quips, legs crossing and then uncrossing as his posture slowly relaxes, “Because I’ll play the part,” gut roiling even as his heart urges him forward, “In the name of our friendship, I shall gladly date you,” releasing the tip of his tongue from the clench of his teeth, “Just once.”

You cheer exaggeratedly, hands clapping together loudly, foot bumping against his thigh from your end of the couch. He doesn’t seem to register your touch, distracted by your palpable relief, the disappearance of the stress crinkles at your temples, drowning in the sensation of What have I done?

—

If there’s one thing he’s grateful for, it’s the fact that you invited him to an arguably lackadaisical event. Not because Giyuu loathes wearing a suit and tie, but because he’d likely lose the ability to articulate himself reasonably were you to be dressed up. He’s seen you in nice attire, sure, but never as your fake date; never under circumstances so close to the sun — positively burning in its radiance.

“Your parents,” he stops mid stride, front door to your aunt’s house looming despite its normal dimensions, “Won’t they-”

“They know, they know,” you interrupt, practically shushing him, pushing your impending panic to the bottom of your stomach as you nudge him along, “They won’t tell on us.”

Tell on us the wording sits sour in his mouth, eager to lessen your burden and lonesome, yet resentful of its restrictions and underlying truth of the matter.

“Hey,” he murmurs, puffing out a wisp of hesitation before swiveling to face you, “You’re going to be fine, I won’t let you down.”

He presses a gentle kiss to your forehead, the gesture more intimate than he intended, your heartbeat bumbling frantic and stunned in your throat.

“O-okay,” you manage to croak, rooted in place until he carefully tugs you back into action I know that.

Or maybe he meant to steal your breath away?

—

Giyuu is awkward. So awkward that your overwhelming anxiety gradually fades to the background as you watch him interact with your family. You can’t tell whether it’s accidental or on purpose, but he’s doing a great job at simultaneously alarming and charming your aunts, uncles, cousins, in-laws, once-removed-s, etc. His stubborn decorum and distaste for small talk make for an interesting clash of bound-by-honor and get-me-the-fuck-out-of-here, his introversion rearing its head every time he abruptly walks away mid sentence.

“What are you doing?” you giggle, poking his shoulder with mirthful fondness.

“I got bored, so I moved on,” he shrugs, nagging discomfort spurning him on to clarify, “But I only do that with conversations! Not with relationships!”

Not with you.

You snort, endeared by the flustered pink of his ears, “I know babe, not with relationships.”

He supposes your suggestive eyebrow waggle is meant to be teasing—a playful nod to the fakeness of it all—but he’s stuck on Babe, jaw twitching as you intertwine your fingers with his in an electrifying, wonderful, horribly casual manner.

“How about we check out the charcuterie board?” you grin, pecking his earlobe so softly that he wonders if you’d practiced the night before.

Perhaps on your wrist or your pillow, or the fogginess of your mirror after showering.

—

He follows you to the spread of food and beverages, unable to discern the excited, acheful, longing quiver in your step, too caught up in the same tremor of his own.

—

If the night ends with a bittersweet, we-would-never-dare, okay-well-I-guess-we-dared, This was fun, Fuck I hate this kiss… then that’s nobody’s business.

#preferences #modern au #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #kanroji mitsuri #mitsuri x reader #rengoku kyojuro #kyojuro x reader #shinazugawa sanemi #sanemi x reader #tomioka giyuu #giyuu x reader

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ripperdoc-is-daddy · 2 years

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Little Fish Pt. 1

Reader is a Beautiful Siren who gets in over her head with the Mysterious and Ominous Danger that lurks beneath darker waters.

PLEASE LIKE AND REBLOG IF YOU ENJOYED IT!

TW: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! READER IS BLACK FEMALE, Leviathans, Sirens, Reader has short hair, FISH PEOPLE, Frolicking, Shark anatomy, Bony Fish anatomy, Explanations of Aquatic life behaviors, Food mentions, They eat fucking fish, Pod Dynamics (Not Omegaverse), Crude Humor, Sexual Content, Suggestive Content, Ocean references, LOTS OF OCEAN TALK, Violence, Domineering, Power plays, Will get graphic, mentions of murking, I spent too much time looking at vids on fish, CONSENTUAL ETHICAL POLYAMOUROUS RELATIONSHIP, It's the ciiiiiiircle of liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiife. Soft/Hard Boi Sanemi, Kyojuro is a fucking menace, Tengen is Tengen, TENGEN'S WIVES ARE PRESENT AND HE LOVES THEM! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! PERMISSION TO REPOST OR TRANSLATE DENIED!

Pt 2 , Pt. 3 , Pt. 4

You swam about in the ocean. Your pod had migrated to warmer, more tropical waters to switch up hunting grounds. Swimming in-between your similarly aged pod mates, you issued a silent challenge to go into a race to the sea shelf. There were two males with extremely light, white-looking hair and striking purple eyes who took you up and torpedoed in the water towards your target. The three of you were neck and neck. The largest male had an extraordinarily well-built, lightly tanned, defined upper torso. His silver and purple bi-colored body resembled that of a whiptail thresher in the pattern. It ended with long sharp homocercal fins. The edges had tiny serrated barbs running up his dorsal and anterior body. His pelvic and pectoral fins were knifed much like a shark’s would be. His body was built for speed and agility. Short bursts of high-velocity action were his forte. Often, he would be part of the ambush party.

The other male who dwarfed you in size was built stockier than you and the first. His caudal, pectoral, and pelvic fins were smaller in size. His green and white patterning resembled that of a juvenile tiger shark. The upper torso was more tanned than the larger male. His tail coloration was a murky Phthalo, hunter, and forest green with silver streaking across his body randomly. He could swim longer distances at a sustained pace, putting him in the stalking party when larger prey was found. His hair was whiter than silver like your other companion. His body was littered with scars, giving him a fearsome look. It didn’t help that, like now, when he smiled, he looked exceptionally unhinged.

The two were your best friends, even if they had hatched several seasons before. The three of you just vibed that way. Darting between each other, the most prominent in size male pushed forward using his massive tail to disrupt the water in front of you, throwing you off your course slightly. You spun in the water but quickly fanned out your fins, allowing you to do a badass slow-motion barrel roll in the water. Righting yourself before propelling your body forward.

You had dark sienna skin with close-cropped hair. Not wanting to deal with getting your hair caught in coral or anything else that floated around. You were of average built but had a buxom chest. Plump full lips and deep, dark brown eyes. Your fins were some of the most gorgeous in your entire pod. Purples, black, and gold resembling a lionfish. Too many shades of purple littered your scales with a speckling of gold and black dotting up your belly, giving the appearance of lights. You had feathertail-styled fins, which, when fanned, made for an impressive or intimidating display. All depending on what you were needed to do. Your position in the pod was to herd prey that you found into the ambushers. On occasion, you were used for the intimidation factor because of how massive you looked when on full display.

The green-finned male darted up from underneath you, trying to knock you off course. You expertly evaded his attack, pushing forward with more vigorous thrusts as you were determined to overtake the silver and purple mer in front of you. Unfortunately, he proved to be the strongest, crossing the shelf and posturing in the open waters. His pose could only be described as overly flashy and highly flamboyant. You crossed second with the last member of your trio, bringing up the rear looking non-plussed. You slowed down behind the winner, reached out, and grabbed the ribbon he used to keep his hair up in a ponytail, yanking it and darting down towards the darker, denser waters beneath the overhang of the sea shelf.

“Give that back!” He yelled at you. Gills on his neck flaring. You feign ignorance as the third member of your group cackled. “Shut up, Sanemi,” the first male barks out. “Make me, Tengen.” Sanemi dared him. The two begin to circle each other in a predatory fashion. You knew a challenge to dominance when you saw one. Rolling your eyes, you sighed, turning your body to face the darkness beneath you. “Guys, guys, behave. It’s not that serious.” The two men turned to glare at you. “Stay away from there!” your green friend warned. “That’s not our domain. You’d be eaten up, and our pod would miss its second most attractive member.” He stated matter-of-factly.

“Uhuh, sure, Tengen.” You dismiss them and swim closer. Curious about the differences in the weight of the water. The water felt much cooler here and heavier. An unusual combination you have never encountered before. Above you, the two mers circled, watching you while trying to show off who was the better specimen to each other. A mock show of superiority. Ignoring their antics, you got close enough to touch the stark line of demarcation. That separated the boundary between the true deep sea and where you dwelt.

You reached out to touch but stopped seeing something red moving about. It peaked in and out. Never appearing in the same spot twice, but it was captivating. Soon the red was joined by fluffy warm yellow tufts of hair. You realized you were looking at someone or something’s hair. You halted your swimming, entranced. Vaguely you registered that you needed to back up. A chill crept up your spine that warned you danger was nearby. Still, you could not break away from watching the hypnotic effect the waving tufts had on you.

Closer you inched. Not touching the line. Keeping to your side of the ocean but feeling the dual pull to retreat to safety and to go forward eating away at you. You almost gave in to the urge to go forward when you felt yourself jerked back up harshly, painfully, and quickly. Tengen and Sanemi Grab your arms, digging their stilettoed nails into your flesh. You yelped, startled while they swore in such an amount you would have complained had you not been stupefied by the most beautiful pair of scarlet and goldenrod eyes. They held you to such an extent you momentarily forgot to pull water in with your gills and breathe. It was only when you saw the reddened claws that came to the nail bed of a brandy-toned arm connected to an immensely muscled forearm did you realize what had almost transpired and sucked in water. Thus, replenishing your oxygen. The eyes glared at you with pure malice, then disappeared into the darkness along with the hand that had almost dragged you to your no doubt demise.

The two men didn’t stop swimming with you till you were halfway back to your pod. They released you and swam in front, worriedly biting their lips as they looked you over. You blinked a few times, getting your sense back. The weight of the situation settling into your gut. The moment your eyes met Sanemi’s, he exploded in a rage. “WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT! YOU ALMOST DIED, DUMBASS! WE TOLD YOU NOT TO GO THERE AND WHAT DO YOU DO!? THE EXACT OPPOSITE!” He swam aggressively towards you, warningly prompting you to flare out some of your fins. He ignored it and got close enough to poke you in the chest accusingly. “Do you have a death wish?” he bit out. Anger radiated out from him in thick waves. You puffed up defensively, not wanting to admit you had majorly fucked up just now. Tengen watched the other, light-haired male rant at you. Steadily watching you deflate in silent acknowledgment of dangerous your slip up.

Once you looked like a limp noodle, he swam over and separated the two of you. “Alright, alright, I think she gets it now. You can stop beating her. We got her to safety, and now she owes us a life debt. I’d say it all worked out.” He attempts to raise the mood. Sami’s eyes narrow at you, and he rudely swims passed you. Hissing and swearing. You rub the back of your neck and slowly turn to follow him. You feel a warm arm pull you up into stiff, thick pectorals. Flipping yourself over, you bury your face in them as Tengen swims forward, holding you. Humming silently and he rubs the little hair you have with affection.

“He’ll come around.” The man holding you assures you as the sounds of your families can be heard off in the distance. “He’s still an asshole.” you lamented lamely. Trying to hide your bruised ego. Tengen growls before he speaks. “He was in a fantastic mood until you decided to be a complete and utter idiot and do the one thing we are warned not to do from hatch day onwards.” You groan loudly and speak in sync with him. “Never go past the sea meridian.” He huffs and glares at you. Not releasing you as he swims in between the members of your pod.

As the pair of you swim amongst the others, you peek out from around his bicep. Some say hi while others stare in shock. The two of you made a striking pair, and how he held you protectively was sure to start rumors about your relationship. You rebury your face in his chest, not wanting to deal with the drama that would be you becoming the fourth mate of one Uzui Tengen. You braced your arms against his taunt abdominals and pushed off. “I’m gonna go find Sanemi and apologize,” you say dumbly. Trying to get away from prying eyes. “Or you could just agree to swim with me, and the ladies and Sanemi can come to pick you up later.” He eyes you mischievously. “Tempting, but I am gonna have to pass. I feel like that would get me in even more trouble.” you dart out of his grasp as he reaches for you.

“Tell that ass I said hi, and we are responsible for tomorrow’s hunting party,” Tengen calls out after you. You wave an affirmation with your hand as you head off to search for your ill-tempered companion. Starting your search along the more predictable reef crevasses. When he could not be found hiding among the anemones, you started probing in the eel caves. Still coming up empty. You grabbed a few eels and bonked them unconscious, taking them with you as you searched for your friend. What’s an apology without food, right? If you come across someone, you would ask if they had seen Sanemi, and for the most part, you were told no. Eventually, you started swimming towards the cove the younger members used to play in. Hoping to find him with his brother Genya.

Thankfully you did. The two were both lying on the beach. Basking in the fading sunlight. You breached the water slowly and carefully, took aim, and tossed two eels at them. Smacking each guy in their gut with a 10lb fish. They oof’d and looked up at you with malicious intent. “See! I brought dinner.” You cheerfully countered. The smaller, similarly colored male mer beside him groaned at your antics, took the ill, hauled himself into the water, and swam off. Offering you a half-asses “Thank you” as he swam off. You crept through the water till you reached the shoreline and the tip of the remaining, still angry man’s tail.

“So, something tells me that bringing you dinner isn’t gonna make up for today,” you say bashfully. Knowing your error and finally owning up to it. “No,” Sanemi replies monotone. You look up at him pleadingly. “Please.” You whine in your most pathetic voice. “I’m sorry. These fluffy red and yellow tufts were floating in my face, and I couldn’t stop looking.” You rambled. He stared at you, then closed his eyes in a sigh. “That explains why you ignored our shouting. From where we were at, we saw a red and gold leviathan tail. That’s why we grabbed you like we did and hauled ass.” the concern evident in his words. “We’ll be safe here, but we definitely need to be more careful along the shelf. Those types don’t cross into our waters often, but if that thing was that close, it could mean we need to move along and find new grounds to stay at for the rest of the year. “

You crawled up the beach, flopping down on top of him and running your fingers gently over his deep green-colored scales. “That,” you began, “sounds terrifying. As you both were pulling me away, I saw the most beautiful and amazing...” you trailed off, watching Sanemi’s eyes get darker as you complimented the man who had most definitely tried to kill you.

Since you had hatched, you had always been taught about the three classes of merfolk. There were the dainty and waif-like mermaids that stayed in cold waters. Sirens like yourself and your pod stuck to warm waters and occasionally migrated to keep from depleting y’alls share of ocean fish. Then there were the Leviathans. Named for their extreme size and lengths. They were large, carnivorous, and capable of surviving in the true deep and at the surface level. Encounters with them were few and far between but often held fatalities.

You nuzzled into Sanemi’s abs as you thought about the horror stories you had heard about Leviathans and how close your premature end had come. Your thoughts were broken, however, when your living pillow shoved some eel bites into your mouth. You chewed compliantly and opened your mouth for more after you swallowed. He rolled his eyes at you but continued to feed you. Once finished, you did the same for him until nothing was left to eat.

Rolling over onto the sand, you squealed happily, stomach-sated and somewhat positive that your friends were no longer mad enough to attempt to drown you while you slept. “You guys can brag and say you survived a Leviathan now,” you said like the gremlin menace you were inside. Sanemi hummed happily as he pondered this new information. “SHIT! Tengen is going to take all the credit!” He exclaimed, turning himself over and pulling towards the sea. “Come on! He is going to take you out to be even more pathetic than you actually are, and I’m going to sound like a damsel in distress if we let him tell the story.” He complained loudly. You waved him off with one of your dark hands. “I’ll leave that to you boys. I don’t want to see people’s reactions to The-woman-who-almost-wasn’t.” you lamented.

Sanemi shrugged, winked at you then dove beneath the surface. Off to claim his bit of glory. Probably to make you look even dumber than you had been. In your defense, the other men had a pretty good lure if he looked like that. You were used to Mermaids looking gaudy, but this was different. The power that radiated from the eyes you saw had promised you a dark end. Thinking about them chilled you to the bone but also sent a more confusing tingle down your spine. You forcefully pushed the thoughts out of your mind and instead focused on absorbing the remaining warmth in the black sand.

You woke up, and it was much darker. Not realizing you had fallen asleep, you stretch out and slowly return to the much more tepid waters. Whimpering as it stung your skin and scales initially with the temperature change. After a few seconds, your body adapted, and you began to swim back to your pod. It was late enough that almost everyone except for a few night fish would be asleep.

You decided to dick around for a bit before returning and swam around the outskirts of the reef y’all would be occupying and caring for over the next 6 months minimum. It was lush with life and color, even at this hour. Fish darted to and fro in all sorts of varieties and combinations. Different types of sea life clung to rocks, each other, and other bits n bobs. You picked up a few pieces of coral, admiring their beauty. Seeding them into holes so that the reef could grow and expand.

Time was again lost to you as you immersed yourself in your task. You had just finished setting a pretty piece of red coral into a new crevice when you noticed a distinct lack of fish in the area. In fact, there was a distinct lack of any life moving around you. Something that alarmed you greatly. Your eyes begin to search around you for the perceived threat. If it was a shark or two, you could easily handle that on your own. Anything more significant and you would need help.

Off in the distance, you saw something flitting about. Winding and weaving with no rhyme or reason. Your head tilted in curiosity, danger sense still telling you to be wary. You kept your position as you watched the gold thing flit about. You could see bright red as it got closer, and the truth dawned on you. Quickly you darted into a crack in the reef that was just big enough for you. Apologizing to the denizens, you squeezed as far back into it as possible. Slowing your movements and water intake to cause as few vibrations in the water as possible.

It seemed like an eternity before you dared to move your head towards the doorway. Scared of what you would see. A hesitant glance revealed absolutely nothing. A few fish swam by hurriedly, and you sighed and deflated. Tension rolling off your body. Your mind was clearly fucking with you if it had you thinking a Leviathan would leave its territory and swim a decent number of kilometers away from the deep waters to where your group was. You chuckled to yourself, leaned back, and floated against some smooth coral. Closing your eyes in relief.

When you opened them, you stared straight into those hypnotizing orbs you had seen earlier. Only this time, there was a full face to accompany them. Brandy-colored skin, full lips drawn back into an unhinged smile, and a beautiful face framed by a maned of blond and red hair. You couldn’t see much passed his mane except for deep sanguine scales streaked with gold as some of his lower body was visible. You couldn’t see anything passed his neck either. He was hanging onto the roof and leaning over to look at you.

You knew it was a he from the deep chuckle that vibrated the water around it. He stayed staring at you, unblinking. You held his stare, also not blinking. Worried that if you did, that would be the end. A good, solid minute passed, and you whined. “Can you blink or something so I can blink? This is getting awkward.” The creature before you looks at you curiously and complies. You quickly blink several times and rub your eyes. “Aye, how do you hold your eyes open like that? It’s creepy.” You question him.

His smile drops, and he stares at you with the most unimpressed face you have ever seen. You defensively ask him a quick “What!?” and wait for a response. When none is given, you huff and blow out irritated bubbles. “I should kill you.” a deep voice drawls out. Not as deep as your pod’s defensive commander, Gyomei. You’re brought out of your comparison of “who has the best voice” as your brain once again slowly registers the statement. “You could, but that wouldn’t be fun now, would it?” you respond with as much faked joy as you could manage. What you were not going to do was let on how terrified you were of something that could end you without effort.

“It’s not about fun.” He responds bored sounding. “Dude, what the fuck!? Life should be fun. If you just end me, then your life will once again be boring and full of whatever it is you do over there on the dark side.” you supplied, hoping your bullshit was working. “I hunt, I sleep. Why should I focus on fun?” He casually inquires, pulling himself down into the cave. You could now see his muscular upper body. He was similarly built to Sanemi. Tengen still made both look scrawny. You made your appraisal obvious to go along with your ruse and also because you were shameless, and if this was the end, then you were going out being a bold, badass bitch. Not a chicken wuss.

“I mean, if you never had fun, I can see why you would say that. But like, I’m here now. I can teach you all about fun, and you can leave me the fuck alone.” You did your best to look irritated, turning your head down and away from him. Your heart thundering in your chest, hoping the display of submissive indifference would work. The massive male in front of you laughed loudly. “What an interesting meal you are.” Your head snapped up as you felt his warmth around you. He was close enough that your noses brushed, and you gasped. Instinct taking over you, “Meeped” and struck him with the heel of your palm upwards. Gasping at your actions as you realized what you had done.

Blood floated in the waters between you, originating from his nose. He stared at you, and you stared back. He was very unimpressed at this point, and it showed. The gills on his neck slowly flattened themselves, and you realized that he was moving in for the end. Throwing caution to the wind, you slapped him will all your might. “Look bitch, if you don’t get up outta my face, I promise you that you will have found the right one today!” That got a reaction out of him. His eyes widened, and he leaned away from you. Shock evident.

You flared up as much as possible in the cramped space and bared your teeth at him. A hand shot out at you and grabbed your jaw. Defiantly you raised your chin and shook yourself out of his grasp. “Bitch I told you,” you started but stopped when you saw him smile. You didn’t know what kind of smile, nor did you care. The only thing that mattered was that the monster of your nightmares, the literal only thing in the ocean you had to truly fear, was smiling at you menacingly. “You live today, little fish.” He said as he stroked your cheek gently with the hand that had grabbed you earlier.

The Leviathan, before you released, you pulled out of the crevice. Looking at you once more with those predatory eyes, he pushed off and disappeared out of your sight. You waited a few minutes before you slowly peered out. Looking around and seeing no sign of him, you bolted back to your pod’s haven. Wanting the safety and comfort of your friends.

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avengersassemble123 · 1 year

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NOTE: DARK CONTENT, CONTAINS VIOLENCE, GORE, BLOOD, LOTS OF BLOOD AND GORE, CURSING, TARGETING, INSULTS, MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH(S), ANGST, LOTS OF ANGST, IMPLYING OF SELF SACRIFICE, SUICIDAL THOUGHT, SUICIDE, BASED ON THE SERIES: ALL OF US ARE DEAD, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

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An hour had passed.

Y/N was seated beside Kyojuro at the corner of the room, bothe of their legs extended on the table.

"I wonder if things are okay outside."

"You're dad's a firefighter. So I am sure he's okay."

Y/N gaze turned towards the fiery haired boy, who looked at her reassuringly, but the next second she could see his eyes cast low, "My parents and little brother should be at the dojo. That's the most important thing to my dad. He might be teaching swordsmanship to zombies right now." Kyojuro scoffed sadly.

"I wish I could meet your family right now." Y/N spoke up, "especially your mother. I've always heard good things about your family from Tanjiro." to which Kyojuro chuckles, "Oh they would love to meet you too. My mother would have prepared some delicious Tai no shioyaki and sweet potatoes, while my brother played with you. My father would converse with you some general news topics. Typical fun family I would say." Y/N smiled, imagining the scenario, "Fun family indeed. If you met my family, then they would literally take you in. You would be the typical golden boy for them." At this Kyojuro chuckled, making the atmosphere around the two, a tiny bit bearable for the youngsters at the moment.

A few moments of silence passed before the boy spoke, "Then lets do it...Once this is all over, and we get out of here. "

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All the kids sat across the room, silence filling the air.

"I didn't hear anything.." Zenitsu spoke up, making everyone's gazes turn towards him, "I couldn't hear anything."

"Like what?" Tanjiro asked.

"After Yuriko went out..and Ms.Ren went out after her...I didn't hear anything after that."

"You mean, screaming?" Genya questioned, making the blonde nod a 'yes'.

"Maybe they didn't die, then." Nezuko remarked.

"They wouldn't have been quiet if zombies were biting them.." Tengen continued staring forward in realization, "They must be alive."

Silence was once again filled in the room, the aura of depression surrounding everyone. "Huh," Tengen scoffed slightly, "No one's responding..I'm always talking to myself.." he delivered, as he continued playing with bis uniform tie.

"I think you're right." Mitsuri started

"Forget it." Tengen scoffed.

"I didn't hear anything either." Mitusri continued,"I was scared because i didn't know how to feel if i heard them screaming," she said as she played with one of her braids, "but I didn't hear anything."

"Come to think of it, neither did I." Iguro replied back.

"Then I'm right. They're alive, right?" Tengen asked, to which Iguro nodded.

"Should she be?"Aoi spoke out. "What do you mean?" Iguro asked, "She's a murderer. She killed Makomo and walked out on her own. Is it right for her to be alive? Aren't you all being pretentious?"

"What about Ms. Ren?" Muichiro interrupted, "Should she have died too?"

"Is that our fault?" Aoi retorted. "Regardless, it happened because of us." Muichiro answered back. "What?" Aoi spoke up, "What did we do? Yuriko killed someone and played the victim and left on her own. Because we didn't listen to her? If no one's on your side, is it okay to kill? Ms. Ren talked as if we were in the wrong." Aoi shook her head staring down towards the floor, her fists clenching, "We didn't tell Yuriko to go out there. We didn't tell Ms.Ren to go out there either. Why should we feel bad?" The blue eyed girl's knees gave out, crashing towards the floor, tears flowing out of her eyes, "Fuck, where did we go wrong?" Kanao knelled beside the girl, holding her by the shoulders. A pin drop silence could be heard as everyone were in their own daze.

"Hey." Inosuke spoke up, breaking the silence, "I'm not sure if I'm supposed to say this-" "Then don't say it." Zenitsu replied, pushing him slightly back by the arm. Inosuke groaned, looking everywhere in the room and towards the ceiling, moving his body to and fro, before blabbering out, "Doesn't anyone else need to go to the bathroom?"

Everyone looked at each other, blank and confused. "Is it just me?" Inosuke spoke up. Tengen slowly raised his hand hesitantly, befor speaking out meekly "Me too." "We have to go too." Y/N spoke up. "But we can't go out." Iguro tsked, playing with a bottle of deodorant, before laying his head on the table.

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"See? I told you no one would come." Akari remarked, as they both leaned against the rooftop edge, "No one cares about this school. If they did they would've saved us sooner. Would've saved us from being bullied. Akari sighed before sitting down with her legs crossed, Aito following suit. Akari tilted her head, looking towards the boy, "I wish the school would burn...so that nothing remains.."

"They'll come and save us." Aito said, "They have to..Otherwise..I don't know.I hope the fire really does break out and kills everyone."

"Right?" Akari spoke up, "You want to die too, right?"

Aito looked at Akari, his eyes searching her face before replying, "No. I know you actually want to live.I know that you're...dying to live."

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"Why are you blaming me? Inosuke was the one who brought it up. Its not a crime to need to poop." Tengen defended.

"Its not a crime but-" "But what? Don't you need to go too?" "Yes, I do. But I don't need to poop." Tengen and Giyuu argued, while others watched, some groaning in between. "Sabito, what about you?" Tengen pointed. Sabito straightened at the question, brows raised," uhh I don't need to poop either." The white haired male looked in the other direction, towards the Y/H haired female, "Don't you need to go?" Y/N stuttered, embarrassment filling in, "Why are you asking me??" "Why are you snapping at me?" Tengen defended. "What are we supposed to do? We can't go out anyway.." The girl continued. Tengen let out a deep breath frustratingly, before getting up, "I have a good idea." He walked towards the window, "First, boys and girls will take turns." "Where?" Zenitsu asked, confused, "Here" Tengen replied, pointing towards the open window. "He's lost his goddamn mind." Zenitsu exclaimed. "Cut it out." Iguro remarked, his fingers rubbing his forehead. "Why? Girls can wait in the recording room and the guys can pee out of the window." He continued. "What about poop?" Inosuke questioned. "Poop. Well," Tengen nodded, looking out of the window, trying to figure out, "You can pull down your pants and hang out of the window. Like this." Tengen said climbing onto the window sill and and demonstrating. "See? Outside. Like you're taking a dump at the edge of the cliff."

Everyone stared at Tengen for almost a minute. "What the fuck kinda reaction is this man hoping for?" Genya exclaimed exasperatedly. "Stop being ridiculous." Giyuu groaned.

"But someone has to hold you or you'd fall." Tengen continued, half kneeling to explain his point.

"Oh yea? And how will you wipe?" Iguro questioned sarcastically.

"We can wipe each other." Tengen answered as if it was a no-brainer.

"What the fuck is he saying?" Sabito questioned, genuinely horrified.

"What a nutjub." Muichiro groaned.

"Lets just hold it in." Tanjiro spoke up, "If the rescuers come-"

"It'll take a while for them to come." Kyojuro interrupted, "It may be the same outside of the school."

"Kyojuro's right." Y/N supported, "We don't know how long we'll be here, but my dad said you have to seperate the bathroom from where you sleep if you're ever isolated."

"Where can we make a bathroom and how?" Nezuko questioned.

"Over there." Y/N pointed towards the recording room.

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"Yes, sir." Hisashi spoke in the phone as he entered the room where the other members were present. "They're sending a chopper. We have to get to the roof by 11 AM tomorrow." He announced.

"Wait," Hantengu spoke up, "Go up to the roof? When the infected are everywhere? Also, tomorrow at 11 AM? Not 11 PM tonight?"

"Yes, tomorrow. You'll have to spend the night here." Hisashi replied with a stern face. Hantengu had a look of disbelief, shaking his head," How can Mr. Ubayashiki sleep here? Radio in again." Hisashi let out a sigh before facing others, "We'll have to stay here tonight, so we'll create a temporary bathroom. Kanae, Gyomei," "Yes, sir" Both of the interns replied, stepping forward. They both walked towards the next room, leaving Hantengu looking at them bothorsomely.

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"Kanae and you guys look for something to cover the windows." Y/n explained to part of the group, "Meanwhile, Kyojuro, Giyuu and Sabito can make something that can absorb urine and faeces to use as a toilet." The boys nodded, "The rest of you can make a screen." "A screen?" Genya questioned, "To block the view." making the rest of the guy nod. Everyone then went to work their roles, finding materials from the rooms.

Kyojuro smacked Tengen's head, which was laying on the table. "Come with me." Y/N said, pulling him, "The bathroom's over there." Tengen pointed towards the window, going back to laying his head down, before Y/N forcefully pulled his shirt, making hims sit up straight, leading to the white haired boy groan.

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Hisashi started tearing and cutting through a part of a sofa, whoch was made of cotton and fabric.

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"Why don't we put this in the box?" Sabito said.

"Oh yeaa" Okay" Giyuu and Kyojuro nodded.

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"Okay we'll use this as a toilet as it will absorb urine and faeces." Hisashi announced, pointing towards the emergency toilet made by a bunch of cushions. All the members, including Hantengu groaned, except Ubayashiki who shrugged, leaning by the door.

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"Put this there too." Kyojuro said handing over a neck pillow to Giyuu, "Why?" he questioned. "Tengen's butt is so big, so let's..." Kyojuro explained, making Giyuu look to a shrugging Sabito, before scoffing and setting the pillow in too.

"Why don't we set up CDs' here too?" Nezuko asked, making the other nod a 'yes' too.

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Genya and Inosuke moved few cupboards to block the view of the toilet their seniors had made.

"Have they made the toilet yet?" Tengen asked annoyingly, looking at the trio responsible for it, "Whats taking them so long." He groaned, bending down to hold in his emergency.

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Kyojuro set the makeshift toilet between the space made, surrounded by cupboards. "How can we poop on this?" Tengen asked, "Use the cover that is the pillow for poop and remove it to pee."

"Get out." Inosuke spoke up. "What?" Tanjiro questioned as he was standing beside the blue haired male. "Oh." Kyojuro's eyes widened in realization as he stood up and walked out, while Inosuke pulled Zenitsu, pushing him outside the area, 'How do we use that?" Zenitsu whined, still not understanding, "Get out!" Inosuke exclaimed as he unzipped his pants, while the others rushed out of the room.

Safe to say, the boy felt relief. (I know what yall thinking. STOP)

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Genya waited outside the room, waiting for his turn.

"At least there are cops and soldiers out there are cops and soldiers out there." Nezuko commented. "But in the movies, even the cops and soldiers are helpless too." Muichiro replied, "Still, they always save people in the end."

Tengen got out of the room, making Genya perk up, "Take the toilet paper." Tengen said, "I need to pee." Genya replied, rushing in the room, making Tengen shrug.

Tanjiro made a disgusted expression due to the scent in the room, while Iguro groaned, blocking his nose, "Damn it. Just stay inside." Others groaned, fanning their hands to vanish the scent. "Does it smell?" Tengen questioned. Genya burst out of the door, face pale, veins popping, and stumbling, "Shit." he cursed as he slammed the door shut. "Stop overreacting. It doesn't smell." Tengen retorted. "Sit somewhere else." Muichiro pointed. Genya stood by the window, taking in deep breaths and letting the disgusting aroma of his nasal organ.

"There's nobody out there. There are no lights on in the stores and apartments. They all either fled or died." Kanao spoke as the group sat in a circle. "What are you saying?" Y/N asked. "I'm saying no one will come to save us." "Don't be so pessimistic." Aoi said.

"Don't you know my mom? She would've torn the school apart, looking for me and my sister, but she isn't here yet."

"What do you want to do?" Mitsuri asked,

"I'm just pointing out the facts." Kanao replied.

"We all know no one's coming." Iguro replied, "Lets discuss what we're going to do."

"We have to wait to be rescued." Giyuu spoke up, "We shouldn't leave safety and go somewhere dangerous."

"What if no one ever comes?" Kanao meekly said. Giyuu turned to meet her face, "We haven't waited that long yet."

"Then how much longer? Do you want to wait until we die?"

"No. I'm saying we wait for as long as we can. We can't go out right now anyway."

"Its probably because its nighttime." Tanjiro spoke up, "I'm sure somebody will come in the morning. There are a lot of choppers flying around. Lets wait until the morning."

Everyone sat in silence, agreeing to the red brunette's statement.

Genya took an audible deep breath, before covering his mouth with bis shirt and marching towards the recording room.

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THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH FOR THE SUPPORT YALL HAVE SHOWNN!! THANK YOUUU!!

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monaukah · 2 years

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Pairing: Tiger! Kyojuro x fem!Zookeeper Reader

Word Count: 1.5 K

Content Warning: Minors DNI, Breeding, Slight non-con, Primal urges, Belly bulge, hybrid human, cock warming, oral (M->F), clawed fingers

“ Kyo! K-Kyojuro! I need you to back up!” She cried out with some nervousness as she could feel the giant feline man rub up against her backside.

“ Hm? I’m not doing anything…” The tiger man purrs as his cheeks are pressed up against her khaki clad cheeks. “ I’m just trying to help out my favorite keeper.” Suddenly his claws are gripped onto her belt loops and he tugs.

“ Kyo!”

How could she have gotten into this mess? It was just a tiny crow that was stuck in the rope that held Kyojuro’s favorite tire swing in his private feeding area. One wrong step and her hips had gotten stuck in the tire. Eventually the crow flew off back into the public portion of his habitat. She tried calling for Tanjiro to come help but he wasn’t responding on his com. Eventually she had to ask Kyo to help him. Normally the sunny and bright Siberian tiger was always very helpful. He would keep his habitat clean and tidy. Both adults and children loved to see him running around and doing acrobatic flips and moves. He always treated you with respect and was the first to offer you a “ GOOD MORNING Y/N!” Once she was in the habitat trying to get his dinner ready for the night, she saw him louding in the last of the sun. His ears gently wiggled and his tail dropped over the ledge of his sundeck. He was still clad in his Lunar New Year regalia and he sure was handsome. His bright fiery hair was a stark contrast to his strips that ran up and down the length of his arms that the sleeve of the kimono didn’t show.

“ I need you to try to push the tire off of me. I’m stuck in it.” She huffs as she tries to move backwards before moving forward to no avail. She tries to look around for Kyojuro but can’t seem to find him until she feels two clawed hands chasty hold her.

“ Hold on! I’ll try to see if I can get you unstuck Y/N!” The loud tigerman’s ears wiggled and his tail swished before he tried to gently pull her out of the tire. “ Hmm you seem to be very stuck!”

Suddenly something in the air changed. She felt it and tried to move to wiggle out of his grasp before gasping softly. Kyojuro the half siberian tiger many was very friendly. But now he was getting a little too friendly. She could feel her butt pressed against something but she was nowhere near a wall. Kyojuro’s hands were still on her hips but had slid down to grasp at the juncture of her hip and thigh.

Too low! Too low!

What was today? Oh fuck.

Her eyes widened. It was spring. Spring meant breeding season and the animals were very noisy in the zoo.

Tengen the bull had been bellowing all day and attempting to mount his females out of the view of the public. Sanemi and Giyuu the wolves had been fighting for dominance for the she-wolves in the massive enclosure. Even the bear of a man that was Gyomei had been pacing around. A sign had to be put up for his rage which would come from his mating season.

She had totally forgotten about her Kyojuro. Suddenly she was ripped out of her thoughts when the giant tiger had started bellowing and softly purring. It was a deep rumbling that came from his chest. Normally she only heard it when she would be scratching under his chin for too long. As comforting as the sound was, she also got nervous since she felt him pace and rub up against her dernier.

“ Kyo! K-Kyojuro! I need you to back up!” She cried out with some nervousness as she could feel the giant feline man rub up against her backside.

“ Kyo!”

A breeze could be felt over her pussy lips as she realized she was bare from the waist down. After some squirming, she felt Kyojuro’s clawed hands gently hold onto her and spread her cheeks. “ Kyojuro..please. I need to-ah~”

A wet and slightly roughened tongue had traced from her sensitive nub to her moisening hole.

“ Umai…” Kyojuro rumbled before pressing his face fully into the apex of her thighs, causing another moan. She slapped her hands over her lips to keep from being too loud. It was after hours at the zoo but her coworkers could still be around.

Slobbering, Kyojuro couldn’t help but lick over and over her slit. The tang was intoxicating and he wanted more of it. His teeth gently nibbled at the edges of her thighs before he smoothed over them with his lips. With the flat of his thumb, he replaced the end of his tongue with it before licking into her dripping hole as deep as possible. He could feel her tighten around the oral muscle, making him chuckle.

The poor zookeeper was having trouble trying to keep herself quiet.. Her toes were pointed into the sand of the enclosure as she could feel his slightly barbed tongue lick over every nook and cranny of her pussy. She’s in between wanting to escape his sinful tongue or trying to reach behind her to tug on his gorgeous mane. Without warning she hears him finish lapping her up before letting go of her.

Is he going to help me out of this tire? Where is he-

The sound of ripping is heard clearly through the air. He’s tearing off his clothes.

“ I see the way you look at me…” Kyojuro began. “ You see the way I look at you. That’s why I took off my mating season sign. I had to get you in here somehow…” His voice was a full octave lower and the quietest she had ever heard him.

The head of his cock gently tapped at her bubbly ass before he swipes it though her slick. This causes his breath to catch. Slowly, as if afraid she would say something, he lets himself slide into her warmth.

Her jaw dropped as she began to feel impossibly full. His kind was known to have barbs on their genitals but they were more pleasurable than painful. A full out moan escaped her lips as he finally bottoms out. The head of his cock pushed right up against her cervix. It nearly drives Kyojuro wild as a loud chuff is heard from him. He needed to hold onto something but didn’t want to hurt her.

She squeaked as the tire around her waist rocks forward. Kyojuro has dug his nails into the rubber of the tire she’s stuck in. A feral look is on his face as his flame colored eyes are narrowed into slits. Now having the leverage he has, the feral tiger starts to pull it closer to him, in the process driving his swollen cock further into the poor zookeeper. She drops her head forward to see her stomach bulging. With every breath she takes in, she can feel the sensation of him twitching inside her. She moans as she sees the sticky side of her cunt gripping onto his ribbed cock.

“ K-Kyojuro! P-please…”

A hand then moves into her line of sight, the clawed hand moves to her clit to gently circle it.

“ I know, my dear keeper. I know.” He grunts. Sweat covers his forehead and it drips down to the dimples on her lower back. He wants to lick it off but he needs to fill her first. Taking in a deep breath he starts to rut into her vice of a cunny. He throws his head back as the fluttering of her walls start to suck him deeper if that was even possible.

Y/N had her eyes rolled back by this point. With every stroke into her, she felt herself become tighter and tighter like a rubberband. It wasn’t until she felt his large paw of a hand go over her lower stomach and press on it that the pressure released into a mind numbing sensation.

“ F-fuck! Keep going! Keep going!”

Kyojuro didn’t have to be told twice as he continued to fuck her through her organsim. Her cries were all full volume now and he could feel the call of his own end bekon to him. Several messy strokes later, he emptied himself into her with a loud roar. The rest of the animals in the zoo were in a fury with their own calls and sounds.

At last with a gente tug, Kyojuro managed to get his zookeeper out of the tire swing. He continued to press himself into her to try to plug up as much cum as he could.

“ That was…needed.” Kyojuro confessed with a blush on his cheeks. “ I’m sorry for using unsavory methods to get you in here but ever since you started I’ve been wanting you.”

“ I wanted you too Kyojuro but I was too shy to ever do anything directly…also,” A giggle escapes her. “ I wasn’t really stuck in there. I’m just glad you were a little bit of a pervy kitty..” She looks back at him with a wink.

Kyojuro can feel his cock stirring within her once again.

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haikyuuhimbosandhypebeasts · 3 years

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Halloween Trope

It has come to my attention I have been misspelling Anilysium this whole time. My bad. Anyways, here’s the collab! First time EVER writing anything Demon Slayer, I hope I did Rengoku some justice ^^

Shoutout to my friend who has Rengoku as a comfort character- I know you’ve been going through a lot this year and I really cherish our friendship, simp.

Ship: Rengoku Kyojuro x gn!reader

Genre: Fluff, Romance

Word Count: 963

Trigger/Content Warnings: Swearing, Pre-Established Relationship, mention of snakes, tiny horror bits in this one.

Masterlist: Click me!

You stood in the neck of the woods, feeling the autumn chill carve into your oversensitive nerves. This haunted walk wouldn’t normally have much of an effect on you if you knew where the hell in the path you were.

But damn did Mitsuri have you by your nads. She was one of your best friends and she happened to drop her little snake charm in the woods the first run through of the path. When she realized it was gone she turned to you with that troubled expression, bottom lip practically wobbling as she asked you if you’ve seen it.

Normally you’d tell her to go through the stupid trail by herself again, but it was starting to get colder and her costume wasn’t honestly the best for cold temperatures. Besides, you two didn’t go off the trail, so it should be pretty obvious on the ground, right?

Wrong. You’ve been analyzing the pavement so hard the cracks are embedded in your mind. Even more jarring is it seems the hired cast for this stupid haunted trail has called it quits for the night and returned home.

You notice the familiar glitter of the snake charm on the ground. You kneel to scoop it up, checking your surroundings all the while.

It’s a little less scary being surrounded by actors with prop axes and fake blood all over them than being alone on this trail. You’re much more susceptible to an actual attack. Not by a human- not even an animal- but rather a large figure with outstretched wings towering over your form. You unconsciously grip onto the studded snake charm firmly in your warm fleshy hand, eyes widening as you look behind you into wide, feral eyes.

Your heart must nearly stop for a moment before the figure asks cheekily, “Did I scare ya?”

You smack your boyfriend in the gut with your free hand, earning a hearty laugh in reply followed by a few apologies. You hiss at him, lacking much heat of anger, “Kyojuro, you ass- I wasn’t scared!”

“Ahh, you’re actually mad! I’m sorry!” He apologizes through his mirth. One of his built arms loops around you and hoists you up until you’re standing against him. His body heat encases you, staving off the autumn chill that had crept over you formerly.

You play with the snake charm in your palm as Kyojuro looks around with that sweet smile on his face. You’ve only been dating for maybe two weeks, but you were both friends for long before then- almost as long as you and Mitsuri had been friends. It was mid-conversation when he blurted out how highly he thinks of you, how he thought he was in love with you. He seemed to have to register what he said before he flushed a bit, telling you something along the lines of “I’m not sorry for saying that, but I did want to say it at another time.”

Since then you’d expressed you’ve always found him charming and it was a few days later you both officially went on your first date.

Kyojuro caught your attention, his smile fading slightly as he fixed his stare at something behind you, “(Y/N), look.”

You immediately turned around once you recognized he wasn’t going to play a practical joke on you and you looked down to see a feral dog sniffing your direction cautiously. You froze up a bit, unsure if it was maybe a formerly domesticated dog or perhaps some weird coyote. Given the area, neither would surprise you.

Instinctively you turned to it, causing the dog to jump back. It’s ears turned back and it looked away from your eyes, down at your feet.

“Don’t be scared- that’s not a coyote. It’s a feral dog, I’ve seen her around here a few times,” Kyojuro reassured you once he got a better look at the animal. You leaned into him in relief as the dog grabbed some of the food garbage that lay near you two and bolted back into the thick of the woods.

“Ahh, I’m happy.”

You cautiously glance back at him, suddenly becoming aware as your hand was caught in his.

You sputter for a few moments, face tinting red and heating up and you almost pull your hand away. You don’t exactly get reasonable words out before sputtering out something closely resembling, “I didn’t do that!”

“What do you mean? You held my hand first!” He utterly beams as he points out your former actions. Your fingers flex in the intertwined embrace of his calloused ones.

As you both return to the parking lot where Mitsuri is chatting away like nothing is amiss, you thumb over the rough texture of her snake charm to remind yourself what you went back into the woods for anyways. Once her mint green eyes fell on your’s and Kyojuro’s figures, she bolted forward to you both.

“Ahh, for a minute I thought I sent you into a death trap of some kind! I got worried.”

“It was a little hard to see in the dark,” you start. Kyojuro chimes in.

“There was a wolf dog! I scared (y/n), it was really cute!”

You almost swat him again in the stomach, only being held back by your hand of choice being held in his. He notices your attempt and laughs even more, holding your hand out and away from your bodies.

“An attack! You just tried to attack me!” He laughs, “Scary!”

Mitsuri watched your bickering with a content smile, knowing you both were having a good time and that her request didn’t ruin your Halloween experience in its entirety.

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praise

Rengoku Kyojuro x Reader

Word Count: ~700

CW: 18+NSFW, explicit language, Fem!Reader, oral

Request Fulfilled: I just read the Dom/Sub post and I-🥴🥵

*I now cannot get the idea of Rengoku talking dirty/saying "that's my good girl~" so....maybe if you'd be up to it a NSFW praise kink Kyojuro fic?? 🥴👀

Kyojuro doesn’t realize he has a praise kink until he’s snug between your trembling thighs, his nose bumping intermittently against your swollen clit, tongue licking fervent and sloppy at your folds, cock twitching as you mutter repeatedly, “Feels so good.”

Feels so good.

A low hum swells in his chest, steady palms sliding from your stomach to your knees, forearms flexing as he pushes down firmly, eyes narrowing feverishly at the sight of you lewd and vulnerable.

“K-kyo,” you whimper, pussy clenching as you catch his glimmering stare, goosebumps dotting your newly exposed skin, legs struggling to close as heat travels from your ears to your cheeks, “W-wait.”

Your whine furrows his brow, tongue stalling mid flick as he mumbles into the tangy scent of your slick, “But I want you to feel good.”

Another whine sticks to the roof of your mouth, soft moan escaping as your fingers reach for his fiery strands of hair, “I do feel good.”

Eyes widening, he immediately moves his palms back to your stomach, smirking faintly as your thighs promptly envelop him again, fingertips gentle now as they delicately graze the underside of your breasts, voice bright and full, “Did I embarrass you, spreading your gorgeous legs?” adoring chuckle muffled by the consequent squeezing of your thighs.

“Sweetheart, you are absolutely stunning,” he declares, “I simply desired a better view,” playful edge in his tone, “It is admittedly difficult to adequately admire your glistening pussy when I am being—happily—suffocated.”

“You mean it?” you squeak, cheeks still flushed, subconsciously pushing at his head, satisfied sigh released as his lips touch your center.

“Of course! I assure you my cock is extremely hard. In fact, I may even orgasm myself, should this continue. After all, I get to pleasure you, taste you, listen to you come undone — surely there is nothing better?”

“How about you just make me cum?” you huff, hips undulating greedily at his explicit reassurance, impatience clouding your prior shyness, unsatisfied with the feathery pressure of his breath warming your clit.

Whether or not you intended to challenge him, loud laughter and an enthusiastic, “Alright!” are your only warnings before his palms return to your knees, parting your thighs even wider this time, suction from his mouth on your clit making it impossible to form any coherent sense of shame.

“That’s my good girl,” he murmurs contently, his hips grinding rhythmically into the mattress, grip on your legs tightening as the pace of his tongue quickens, spurred on by your long groan.

Sweaty hairs tickle your inner thighs as he refines his ministrations, balls pressing heavy and full against his own inner thighs, precum smeared translucent across his abdomen.

“Don’t stop,” you hiss, tiny bud of tension in your core slowly but surely expanding with every lap of his tongue, eyes shut as his dedication overwhelms you, “Don’tstopdon’tstopdon’tstop!”

“Don’t stop?” he teases, remark practically inaudible, swallowed by your essence and shuddering legs, “Is my pretty darling going to cum soon? How about we cum together? Can you be patient for me? I want to make a mess of the sheets while you make a mess on my tongue. How about that, beautiful? Can you do that for me?”

You wail in response, fingernails digging frantically into his broad shoulders, desperate to ground yourself as the sensation of being tugged further and further away tangles itself from your toes to your nipples to your throat. You’re doing so well as your orgasm blossoms My brilliant woman your ankles locking behind his neck, thighs overcoming the strength of his biceps to clutch around his head Fuck his cock throbbing, pulsating, unexpectedly spurting into the sheets, tip rubbed raw from the sustained, built up friction.

Kyojuro doesn’t realize he has a praise kink until he’s suffocating between your unrelenting thighs, his chin wet with your cum and his spit, tongue cramped, cock overstimulated as you mutter dazedly, “Wow.”

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