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⤷Accidents happen! (Continued)
Tanjiro's Secret
TanjiroxPregnant!Fem!Reader
Tw: reader is pregnant, small smut, infertility is mentioned, think that's it.
A/N: I've actually had this for a while, I just wasn't ready to post it yet. However, I haven't posted in a few days. So, this is for all my humble people. Enjoy! :)
Tanjiro’s confession made your heart stop, eyes wide, as you stare at him. His small, clearly nervous, smile left butterflies fluttering in your stomach. It always did, he knew the effect he had on you and he often used it to his advantage.
Whether it was to strike up a conversation or to get you in bed, he knew what worked and what didn’t. Especially when it came to you, he knew you better than he knew anyone else, Inosuke and Zenitsu included. No one could compare to his darling, his ‘cherry blossom’ as he called you.
You knew the countless night you had spent together, round after round of his cum being pumped into you, would soon lead to something bigger. And it did, the small bump of your stomach was proof enough. You had prepared an entire speech, barely getting sleep the previous night, and now you couldn’t even remember what day it was.
Monday perhaps? No, if it was Monday Tanjiro would have been heading home already, to his wi-
“Y/n? Are you alright?” Tanjiro’s soft, concerned voice brought you out of your thoughts, and you felt his warm hand rest upon your shoulder. The warm feeling spreading across both your face and chest was uninvited but not unwelcome, Tanjiro’s smile made your embarrassment ease a bit and you suddenly remembered what you had been speaking about previously.
Tanjiro had confessed to you, and as you placed a hand on your belly, which was only going to grow in the next nine months, you realized you didn’t have anything to lose. But an image of Tanjiro flashed across your mind, an image of him and his little wife Kanao, cursed with infertility but smiling at him nonetheless, made you pause and reconsider.
Maybe you should just tell him you were expecting, lock his confession away in the deepest part of your mind and continue on with your life. That’s why he brought you into his home in the first place, to get what he couldn’t get from his wife.
A family.
Tanjiro's Secret
Tw: reader is pregnant, believe that's it (?)
Tanjiro couldn’t focus, he was too distracted. He felt like a teenage boy again, with the way he was staring, practically drooling at a mere glimpse at you. The pregnancy glow most women talked about was, in fact, a thing. You were glowing, no, radiating.
And Tanjiro found himself struggling to keep his composure, often excusing himself from training and rushing towards a quiet room, the bathroom or a small closet, only to free his achingly hard cock and stroke himself, moaning and whimpering your name as quietly as he could as his cum spilled into his hand and onto the floor.
Today was no different, he had been training with Inosuke and Zenitsu when he had seen you. You were walking along a shaded area with Nezuko, talking and laughing, one hand on your large belly and the other holding Nezuko’s. Zenitsu was looking fondly at his wife when Inosuke tackled him to the ground, “Haha! The king beat you, again!”
Zenitsu could only groan in response as he tried wiggling free from the masked man, “G-get off me, pig! You’re too fat and I can’t breathe!” Inosuke paused and proceeded to put all his weight on the blonde man who squeaked from the sudden weight on his chest and stomach, “I’m not fat, I have muscle! Unlike you, Monitsu!” As the two men bickered back and forth Tanjiro could only stare at you in awe.
You truly were a beauty, your eyes shining brightly from the sun, your hair blowing with the breeze. Tanjiro was mesmerized by you and every little thing you did, he was obsessed by you and you alone. It wasn’t until he started feeling a tightness around his waist that he realized he needed to excuse himself.
Turning his head towards the two men he excused himself to the bathroom and rushed inside. He knew he must’ve looked a bit strange from the way he was walking, but the persistent throbbing of his half hard cock was making it difficult to care. Once he was safely inside the bathroom be leaned against the wall and sighed, what was he doing?
Here he was, a full grown man, in the bathroom about to jerk off because he saw you? How dirty, how filthy of him. It was wrong, he knew it was, but he couldn’t help it. Not when you looked that beautiful, not when he knew he was the reason your belly was growing.
He was the one who knocked you up, pumped you full of his cum almost every night. No it wasn’t his fault, it was yours. You were the one who made him like this, it was your fault he was acting like a horny teenage boy.
You had corrupted him, made him so damn needy for you, not even his wife, poor Kanao, could do it for him anymore.
It was you, and it always had been.
Tanjiro's Secret
TW: smut (male masturbation), think that's it
A/N: This part is significantly smaller because I wanted to focus more on Tanji and kinda paint how his marraige is, apologies :'( .
Tanjiro’s close, so damn close.
He can feel it, the twitching of his cock proves it. He can feel the veins of it as he pumps his cock in his hand faster, his pre-cum making the small room fill with sounds of wetness that he wished were coming from you.
He can see you, you’re on your knees, bright eyes now turned dark with lust as your hand moves his away and takes his cock, he can see you so clearly. So vividly, you’re being so sweet, you always have been, helping him.
With the problem that you caused. Both your hands on his muscular thighs that tense when you finally start putting your mouth to use. The moan that leave his rosy lips makes him clench his jaw, forcing himself to quiet down, his fist moves faster, his hips bucking as his hand slides over the sensitive tip.
He’s almost there, so damn close, his body shaking as he feels the coil in his tummy slowly starting to burst, then.
Knock knock.
“Tanjiro, are you alright? You’ve been in there for quite some time.”
Tanjiro clenches his jaw, his ruined orgasm now ruining his mood as he carefully fixes himself up, his once hard cock now going soft as he recognizes the voice.
Kanao.
Tanjiro's Secret
TW: I don't think there's any (?), could be wrong but mutual pining, if that counts.
A/N: The ending seems a bit too familiar....
You watch as Tanjiro come from inside the house, Kanao on his arm, blabbing on about something you both don’t seem to care about. Tanjiro listens nonetheless, smiling and nodding his head along with what she says.
Her damn coin would’ve been so helpful, maybe it would’ve landed on the wrong side and she wouldn’t have asked Tanjiro out for dinner. Maybe it would’ve landed on the wrong side and she wouldn’t have hinted at a proposal. Maybe she wouldn’t have-
“Y/n? You alright?” Nezuko gently squeezed your hand as she spoke, slight concern on her pretty face as she looked at you, “You’ve stopped walking.” She pointed out and you realized that you had, indeed, stopped walking, too lost in thought.
Nodding you gave her a small smile, “Mhm, I’m fine.” She smiled and started walking hand in hand with you again, talking about her trip to town with the blonde that was still pinned to the ground. Small giggles and footsteps could be heard. Zenitsu tilted his head slightly before he launched the boar man into a tree, surprising everyone, then turned his attention to the house where two children emerged and ran into his open arms.
One boy, black hair and soft golden-brown eyes, and one girl, bright yellow hair and pink-ish red eyes. A smiling Zenitsu picked up both his children proudly as he spun around, they squealed and giggled in his arms and Nezuko looked at them all fondly. Your eyes were glued to them as well, a hand rubbing small circles on your belly gently.
Dark red eyes were flickering back and forth to you and Zenitsu, unbeknownst to you. Not knowing where to look, the beautiful moment of a father and his children, or the radiant, gorgeous women carrying his child. He should be there with you, not with any other woman, not with her.
He’ll make you his, he’ll fight for you, he knows he will. What he doesn’t know is that you’ll let him. You’d let him take you away, follow him up the steepest mountain, the deepest river, a raging storm, just for him.
All for him.
Special Medicine
TanjiroxFem!Reader
A/N: ummmm hi! :) I have been gone for a fat minute, I apologize *bows profusely* but here is just a word blob (?) to feed you all as I use my last brain cell to try and finish my other works, but I shall return! Remember to take care of yourselves, get plenty of rest, drink water, and eat yummy food. :)
TW: SmUt, creampie (breeding kink for Tanji), reader is a nurse (if that counts as one?), mentions of scars (from Tanji being strong boi 🥹), nicknames (honey, darling, good girl, etc.), believe that’s it, lmk if I missed something!
Enjoy! Hehe 😉
Soft footsteps walking to the room.
The quiet pat pat pat of you shoes gets Tanjiro's heart racing, adrenaline filling his veins as he closes his eyes. Try to gauge how much longer it'll take you to finish your rounds before you'll walk into his room. Before your small soft hands will be on him.
Before you're his.
His heart pounds in his chest as the door slowly opens and you step inside. He takes a second to admire you, how the soft moonlight shines against your features.
Your bright eyes, the ones he loves to stare into, especially when his cock is buried inside your tight hole and you gush around him, your pretty eyes rolling to the back of your head.
Your soft plush lips, the ones he loves to see wrapped around his cock, jaw stretching and slacking to accommodate his size. Pretty red lip stains all around his cock and its base, even smudging against his pelvis when you bravely take all his length.
Your soft hands, the ones he loves to feel running down his toned body, your delicate hands carving and mapping out his rough, battle-scarred body. Gripping his waist tightly as he drills into you, tugging at his hair when he’s in between your legs, lapping up your sweet juices like it’s his last meal.
Your pretty legs, gods, the way he just easily towers over you. Folds you in half, like paper, and rails you senselessly, focused on hitting that spot inside you that you swear makes you see stars. Thumb rubbing your clit furiously, wanting you to make a mess on him.
“Go on honey, make a mess for me.”
“Darling, you’re doing so good. Just a few more, you can give me a few more, right?”
“Oh, I knew you could. Such a good girl, my sweet girl. Always so, so good for me.”
“G-gods, I’m almost there honey. You too, I can feel it. My love, I want you to cum with me, ok? You can do it, I know you can.”
“Just o-one more for you, and I’ll give you what you want, ok? Oh, I know you can do it, m-my precious girl. Go on, let go.”
And that’s exactly what you do, every time . Hands gripping onto him, pulling him impossibly closer, thighs trembling in his grip, pressed firmly to your chest. Pretty eyes rolling to the back of your head, a thin coat of sweat on both your bodies as you come undone.
Body trembling in his arms as you cum for the nth time that night, curses falling from your mouth as you tumble over the edge again and again. Then you feel it.
The familiar twitch of Tanjiro’s cock, the grip on your thighs tightens, and he throws his head back as he too comes undone inside you. His hot seed painting your insides white, claiming you as his again. Now he’s the one trembling, curses falling from his lips as his orgasm washes over him in powerful waves.
And those rough calloused hands hold your face tenderly, as if you’re made of glass, and he slowly removes himself from you. Once he’s sure his legacy is planted firmly inside you, of course.
Gentle kisses are placed all over your face, you’re gently wiped clean, gently held in his arms. Whispered praises, more kisses and Tanjiro’s strong arms wrapped around your waist is all you need to fall asleep peacefully.
And training is better than before, Tanjiro’s stamina has increased so much! Maybe he found another set of breathing techniques to help? Maybe he ate some good food? Maybe he has more motivation? A pretty girl cheering him on?
But as you both steal glances at each other, a blush spreading across his cheeks, a gentle smile from you. Of course, you both know none of those are the case.
It was just some new special medicine, nothing more.
Hey can I request about husband tanjiro! x wife reader! Smut about when they getting married and they're alone so they doing it gently but Over time they getting addicted to sex and doing it shamelessly at their bedroom, kitchen, bathroom and everything!!! I'm so sorry to bother you but u can ignore this if you want😊😊 BTW eng is not my first language! so my grammar might a bit messy here😅😅
A/N: I understood this perfectly hun, this took me much longer than expected and I apologize for that. I did get carried away at some point 😅, but I kinda like the way it turned out. AND it’s Tanji’s birthday!! The soft sunshine boi 🥹. So, enjoy!
Addiction
Husband!TanjiroxFem!Wife!Reader
TW: smut, fluff (sprinkled throughout but heavy at the end), Tanjiro has a breeding kink (obviously), pet names (love, darling, honey), slight exhibitionism (garden sex?), believe that’s it, lmk if I missed anything!
Your wedding couldn’t have been more perfect. You had everything you wanted, all your friends and family were there, wishing you both the best. You and Tanjiro couldn’t have been more happier.
Tanjiro hadn’t let go of your hand at all throughout the night, pressing kisses to the back of it or rubbing his thumb across your knuckles. Soothing you, making you feel calm and, most of all, loved.
Stepping through the doorway of your new shared home you smile as Tanjiro presses a gentle kiss to your temple. His strong arms wrap around your waist, soft kisses being pressed to your cheeks, nose, forehead, everywhere.
Smiling when he hears you giggle softly, Tanjiro speaks, “I love you.” You’re absolutely beautiful, stunning, gorgeous, but most of all: you're his. His wife, his love, his darling, his honey. All his.
Kisses are still being pressed to your face, wherever he can get, he's kissing. A warm feeling spreads across your chest and your cheeks flush when he presses a loving kiss to your nose, embarrassed by the affection, but loving it nonetheless.
He chuckles at your expression, finding it absolutely adorable how embarrassed you get. Holding you tightly in his arms, in a way that has you relaxing and leaning into him, he sways slowly. Cradling your head to his toned chest, you hear his heartbeat. Slow steady and strong.
Beating, beating, beating. For you, and you alone.
And it always will.
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Soft moans bounce off the bedroom walls, the steady thud of the headboard against the wall, the soft pants and grunts. Echoing in the room, engraving themselves into the walls. The smell of sex drives Tanjiro mad and the view makes him even madder.
You’re spread out on the bed in front of him, legs pushed up to your chest, strong calloused hands holding them in place. Soft gentle thrusts paired with soft gentle kisses along your neck and collarbone. Light marks pepper across your skin, decorating your body.
Tanjiro’s thrusts are calculated, hitting that spot in you that has you both moaning loudly. Your grip on the sheets is deathly as Tanjiro bring you closer and closer to the sweet heavenly release.
Your moans and whimpers are absolute music to his ears, and his groans and soft moans are music to yours. The thudding of your bed against the wall increases and you feel the coil in your tummy become too unbearable. And Tanjiro knows, he feels how you tighten up around him.
“Go on honey, I got you.” His soft voice coos out sweet nothings as your body trembles, your release coating your thighs and his pelvis. You cum for the nth time, and Tanjiro feels his release soon approaching.
Once again, the thuds against the wall quicken and your legs are pressed firmly to your chest. Beads of sweat run down your husbands temple as his jaw clenches. His thighs flex every time he thrusts into you, the veins in his forearms more prominent because of his grip on your legs.
His ruby eyes find yours and he finds his orgasm getting even closer. You’re absolutely gorgeous, eyes blown wide, lust and tear filled orbs gazing up at him. Your hair is splayed out all over your pillow, plush lips bruised and puffy from the many kisses that led you both here.
Tanjiro reaches down and starts rubbing tight little circles on your clit that has you spasming around his cock and squirming under him. More tears fall from your eyes from the overstimulation but he only finds it endearing.
Your pretty little body, taking so much and you’re hardly complaining. You’re just so good to him and you always have been. Such goodness deserves a reward, so a reward he gives you. “I-I know honey. Too sensitive right?” You nod, whimpers and moans still falling freely from your plush lips.
“Don’t worry honey, I’m gonna take care of you. Ok? I promise, but you’re doing such a good job. You’re gonna get what you want, like I promised earlier.” A moan falls from his lips as you clench around him, his words only bringing you into pure ecstasy as well.
And soon enough you both topple over the edge and into the heavenly feeling. Ropes of his hot cum paint your walls white, claiming you, marking you as his. He pumps everything back into you slowly, whatever falls out only gets pushed deeper into your womb.
Panting, sweating, and trembling you lay there utterly exhausted, but Tanjiro smiles softly at you. Pressing gentle kisses all over your face, cooing soft praises to you as he takes you to the bathroom and cleans you up.
Washing and massaging your head, scrubbing your soft body gently, kissing any marks he left on you. Still cooing softly to you, you find yourself relaxing in his affection. Showering you with his love, you wrap your arms around his torso and rest your head against his toned chest.
Giggling when you hear his heart beating wildly, his face is flushed but he’s smiling at you. You make his heart beat, you are the sole reason he smiles. Of course he has friends and Nezuko, but the smiles he gives you are different than the ones he gives them.
His mind craves you, his body aches for you, his soul yearns for your touch. And yours does the same for him, it always will.
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Soon those soft, bashful touches get braver, more daring than the last. And you find yourself in situations you hardly seem to plan for.
Like now, you’re bent over the counter, your hands gripping the edge for dear life as your husbands cock drills into you from behind. His hands grip your hips and pull you back halfway to meet his powerful thrusts.
Or a few days before, when your relaxing shower turned into over an hour long ‘massage’. Tanjiro’s cock buried in your warm mouth, your soft small hands stroking what didn’t fit, watching your husband throw his head back, his hands softly gripping your hair. Of course he repaid you, by spending over another hour in between your legs.
His head buried between your plush thighs, soft locks tickling the inside of them, but his tongue working wonders on your clit. Sucking, licking, gently nibbling, working you towards your climax, then starting up again after, his hips rutting into the mattress, trying to find some form of comfort in it.
Even out in your garden, behind the big tree in the middle of it. Your back pinned against the tree with Tanjiro’s arms hooked behind your knees, his hips rutting up into your soft walls he can’t seem to get enough of. Said soft walls clenching around him, not seeming to get enough of his cock, no matter how many times you two have sex.
Of course, there’s much more to your marriage than that. The late nights you both spend in each other arms, in your shared bed. Speaking quietly to each other about the day, something careless Inosuke did. Some poor girl getting hassled by Zenitsu for her hand in marriage.
Chores you did around the house, grocery shopping with Nezuko, or drinking tea alone in your garden, a book in your hand. It’s moments like these that make you the happiest. Calm and carefree, gentle kisses shared through the night.
Arms wrapped tightly around each other, sleeping soundly. Giggles and more kisses shared in the morning when you both don’t want to get out of bed yet. Or during breakfast, Tanjiro’s arms wrapped around you from behind, watching excitedly as you cook.
You both are addicted each other, one cannot live without the other. Tanjiro has found his peace in you, and you’ve found yours. Like a drug nothing else will cure, no matter what happens. Loving each other is easy and you both know you wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.
Dreaming of You
TanjiroxFem!Reader
Tw: angst, implications of death, spoilers for Mugen Train (?), think that's all
Shigeru.
Hanako.
They're right there. Standing in front of him.
Alive.
A choked sob comes from the redhead as he stumbles towards them, snow falling all around him. He launches himself towards them and holds them tightly against his chest, the snow soaking through their clothes.
Both children freeze in their brother's arms, not knowing what to do or what caused their brother to cry. "Nii-chan? What's wrong?" Hanako looks at her older brother with wide eyes, full of concern.
Full of life.
Once his tears are dry, Tanjiro pulls away to look at his sibling's faces. He cups each of their cheeks and looks at them, not believing that they're real. Looking into their eyes with his ruby red ones, rubbing their cheeks with his thumb.
They smile and gently hold his wrists with their small hands and Tanjiro feels his heart clench as they touch him, finally certain that they're real. Finally certain that they're right there with him, breathing in his arms.
Tugging on his sleeve, Shigeru speaks up, "Come on Nii-chan, let's go inside. It's cold out here."
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"Here you go, Tanjiro. I made your favorite tonight." Kie places a bowl in front of the redhead before she serves the rest of her children and sits down herself. There's an extra plate right next to Tanjiro but nobody sits there, and he becomes confused.
Then, he smells the scent he never though he'd get to smell again.
You.
"Mrs. Kamado, have you seen-oh!" Tanjiro is on you in an instant, holding you tightly against his broad chest, burying his face into the crook of your neck, breathing in the scent he thought he had lost.
Breathing in you.
Broken sobs fill your ears as Tanjiro trembles in your arms, confusion and worry filling you up as you hold him tightly against you. "Honey, what's wrong?" Shaking his head, Tanjiro pulls away to look at you, “Nothing, nothing’s wrong.”
He smiles at you, teary-eyed and his nose reddened from his cries, but you return the smile, your eyes shining brightly. And Tanjiro feels whole again, he feels again.
You all sit down and enjoy the meal Mrs. Kamado had prepared for everyone, Tanjiro holding onto your hand tightly as he basks in everyone's presence. They're here, he's here with them.
He's home.
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Taking the buckets from their place by the door Tanjiro smiles at you as you take Rokuta by the hand and let him lead you towards the fire. Patting the heads of his younger siblings he heads down to the stream for the bath water.
The crunch crunch of his footsteps in the snow, the cold breeze that blows through the long flyaway strands of his hair and haori. The snow covered trees, now bare from their once vibrantly colored leaves.
Tanjiro smells the stream before he hears or sees it and his pace quickens. Eager to be home, in the comforting presence of his siblings. Home, in the pleasant feeling of his mother wiping his cheek from any stain he may have. Home, in your embrace and affection.
He fills the buckets quickly but carefully, making sure there is enough water for everyone. Sighing contentedly he reaches down to pick them up but he’s startled by his reflection. That’s not him, is it? It couldn’t possibly be.
A hand from the water reaches up and grabs Tanjiro’s arm, pulling him down into the cold depths. Two hands grip his shoulders and Tanjiro finds himself staring at his own face, “Wake up!” His current self looks at him with wide eyes, full of panic.
“You need to wake up! There’s a demon nearby! This is all a dream! You’re on the train! You need to WAKE UP!” A dream? That’s impossible, he’s already awake. Isn’t he? “You have to fight! Wake up and fight with all you have! Fight for Inosuke, Zenitsu, and Nezuko! Fight for Rengoku-san! Fight!”
Some Days
TanjiroxFem!Reader
TW: smut, mentions of killing (nobody actually gets killed), breeding kink, mentions of insecurities, think that's it (?)
Tanjiro would do anything for you.
He would carve roads with his bare hands, chop down hundreds of trees, pick you lots of pretty flowers, if you simply asked him to. Tanjiro would move mountains for you, bend rivers in the opposite direction, slice through hundred of boulders.
Tanjiro would kill for you, though he doesn’t want to admit that to himself yet, deep down he knows he could. And he would.
All for you.
You, however, don’t ask for much. Just his attention, his comforting words, his hugs and cuddles, maybe a sweet kiss.
Some days though, you want more than one sweet kiss.
Some days, you wanted to feel him. In the most intimate way possible, deep inside you, where your fingers never could seem to reach, no matter how hard you tried.
Some days, you wanted to feel his rough calloused hands sliding down your soft body. Mapping out ever dip and curve, tracing over every mark. Spreading your thighs, exposing your dripping core to him.
Or, even better, pushing your legs up to meet your chest as he thrusts into you. Your much smaller hands gripping his bulging biceps, his broad shoulders, anywhere you could reach, for stability.
Some days, you wanted his thrusts to be loving. To wash away every insecurity, every "imperfection" you think you have. His thrusts slow, calculated, perfect for a night were he showers you in praise and compliments.
He shows you how much he adores you with each thrust he gives you, always powerful and deep. Bringing you to sweet ecstasy over and over again, kissing every mark and scar your body may have. He's mapped out each part of your body and loves everything about it.
Some days, you want your body to tremble. You want your body to be sore, small purple bruises to litter your body, bite marks spread across your thighs. You want the sheets to be soaked, you want to be dripping, fucked with the intention of breeding you.
Stuffed to the brim with your lover's cum dripping out of your poor overstimulated cunt. Exhausted but wanting more, and that's exactly what he does. The thought of you pregnant with his children only spurring him on. He gives you more and more, until the both of you are on the brink of passing out.
He can't help it though, he just loves you too much to deny you of anything. So, he'll give you everything and much more. He'll set the world ablaze for you, carve his way through any stone to get to you, defend you with everything he can.
Tanjiro loves you, so he’d do anything for you.
‘FAMILY’ REUNION
Douma, Akaza, Kokushibo
In which Y/n sees everyone again after a long time. Based on the scene in the infinity castle. Fem! Reader
cw: nothing really, our boys here have a soft spot for y/n, suggestive if you squint really hard, reader is upper rank 2 and everyone else is pushed down a rank except for Kokushibo
850 words
"Where's my Y/n-chan~", Douma whined, looking around the infinity castle.
"Your Y/n?", Akaza clicked his tongue. "She doesn't even like you".
Gyokko nodded to the corner. "She's over there taking a damn nap", he shook his head at her hopelessness. "Upper rank two my ass".
Douma looked at where Gyokko was nodding towards where he saw Y/n, who was sleeping in a fetal position with her hands tucked against her chest.
Douma snickered with a hand up to his mouth. "I know what'll wake her up!".
The blondie approached her and squatted down.
His hand gripped her jaw, gently squeezing her cheeks which caused her mouth to fall open.
He proceeded use his index and middle finger to prod her mouth open before sliding them into her mouth.
Douma giggled as Y/n furrowed her brow as he stuck them all the way to the back of her mouth.
Once Y/n felt his sharp nails graze her throat, he eyes fell wide open, only to be met with Douma's sultry smirk that she knew all to well flashing down at her.
Y/n bit down hard on his two fingers. Really hard. To the point where she bit them off.
"Ouch Y/nn!", Douma frowned albeit his fingers regenerating immediately after.
Y/n sat up and let out a yawn before observing her surroundings. Everyone was here now except Muzan. She stretched her arms up, making her kimono fall off her shoulders a bit.
"You're so mean to me!", Douma sulked.
"Oh my sincerest apologies lord Douma!", she exclaimed, standing up and clasping her two hands together. "I'm not sure what came over me, but I should know my place", she inched towards the man, her chest against his and her eyes locked on his own, a pleading look plastered on her face while Douma looked down at her in amusement.
"I'd do anything for your forgiveness!", a grin slowly grew on her lips as she relaxed her eyebrows. "...Is what you would've wanted me to say, right?".
She laughed and backed away from him, the fact that his smug look was still plastered on his face annoyed her. "I'll leave that to your cult members".
Douma narrowed his eyes. "Got quite a mouth on you, don't you? Someone should teach you what to do with it".
Gyokko scoffed. "I can't even tell if they're flirting or arguing".
Y/n decided it was best to ignore Douma's comment and her eyes brightened upon seeing Akaza.
She enveloped him into a hug that made him unsteady on his feet, a blush immediately coating the apples of his cheeks.
"Akaza! Long time no see”.
Douma folded his arms childishly as Akaza looked at him with an overconfident, smug look as he spat his tongue out. Everyone knew Akaza was her favourite.
Despite this, poor Akaza was still weak to the touch of any woman.
“Oh yeah, I got you a present”, Y/n reached into her kimono, Akaza averting his gaze at anything else he could find.
She lifted his arm from his side and opened up his palm, placing the box into his hand.
“Open it! Open it!”.
When he did just that, he blinked at her. It was a hairpin.
“Are you sure this is for me?”, he sweatdropped.
“Of course it is! It goes with your hair colour so I got it for you”, she took it out of the box and stuck it in his hair.
Akaza smiled sweetly moving to stand behind her smaller figure. He took the hairpin out of his hair and put it in hers.
“I appreciate it but I believe it’ll look better on you”.
“Aw but lord Akaza, it suits you! It really brought out your eyes too~”, Douma burst out into laughter, holding his stomach.
“Don’t piss me off”, Akaza seethed between his clenched teeth. Suddenly, Douma’s bottom part of his face was destroyed by Akaza’s fist.
Douma smiled as his face regenerated. “Whoa! That was some punch! A bit stronger than before, would you say, lord Akaza?”.
*splat*
The same fist Akaza used to hit Douma was severed by Kokushibo.
“Akaza”, he spoke. “You always go too far”.
“lord Kokushibo!”, Y/n bounced happily around him.
Kokushibo turned his head to her and brought his hands up to her chest, fixing her kimono so that it was up over her shoulders again.
“You shouldn’t let your kimono slip down like that, you’re a lady”.
She placed her hands on her hips. “Alright dad”, she mocked before smiling again.
“Aw it’s like a family reunion seeing all of you again!”.
“W-where have you been all this time?”, Hantengu asked.
Y/n hopped onto Kokushibo’s shoulders, patting his head which took the demon’s by surprise at the fact that he was allowing it.
“It’s a secret”, she brought a finger up to her lips.
It was evident that Muzan had arrived when Kokushibo lifted Y/n down and teleported back to where he was sitting originally.
“Family reunion over!”.
Masterlist :)
a/n: also the last episode was a damn masterpiece, as an anime only for demon slayer i was genuinely scared nezuko was gonna die 😭
Douma is definitely a sadistic, delusional, and clingy yandere he always wants his s/o to be with him at all times and genuinely believes she needs him no matter how many times she pushes away when he tries to kiss her or hold her he still thinks she actually loves him deep down but doesn’t know how to express her feelings he won’t even get mad either he’ll laugh it off and kiss her cheek rambling to her about how much she loves her <3
☰ ft : yan! douma x f! reader
cw/tw : pwp + dark content, dub con ‘cause douma is impatient, greedy, and mean, dacryphilia, manipulation.
“see, you love me, even your pussy won't deny that.” douma presses hard, his hips smothering against yours till the fat of his cock bullies through your gummy walls, spreading your poor little cunt wide till it swallows him full.
you could only let out small hiccups and soft squeaks at the heavy feel of his cock ravenging your poor insides. and douma huffs heavily, growing impatient quickly at the long-awaited wait to finally hear those words falter from your lips, but he holds his temper.
“say it now, darling, no need to hide it anymore, already creaming around me, so just say it.” glacier water eyes gaze over the salted pools swelling at your bottom lashes, and he admires them, taking those soft opals at the tip of his tongue like a gift.
“y/n..” douma whispers low before raising the strong of his hips, feeling the hefty drag of his cock slide out, yet leaving the flushed crown of his tip to tease at your sopping hole, “when will i ever be enough?” your heart sinks at his gentle words, the guilt settling in but the cruel snap of his hips clashing against yours knocks the thought right out of your head.
you swore to yourself not to fall for that pleading twinkle in his eyes again, yet the soft, desperate tone in his voice drags you in, “i give you everything, all of me, yet i still can't hear those simple words.” douma’s cock jerks and twitches, almost popping his needed load deep into your warmth at the droopy look you give him.
“i know you want to, so why wait anymore? you lend me your body but can't say just a few words for me?” it's almost as if he's trying to knock the words out of you at this point, his hips rocking harder into yours, cock pistoning cruelly into you at each rough buck he clashes with.
and all so, the longer you wait to say what he desires, the harder he’ll force it upon you.. he is a demon after all..
𖤐 — nsfw, vaginal sex, unsafe sex, kyo’s the ONLY man i’d go domestic for fr
Kyojuro Rengoku fucks you so soft and with so much passion that you can quite literally feel his love for you as he fucks it into you, every aching drag of his cock along your pussy making you grip harder at his back and hair, wishing for it ground you as he pushes into your core. He has you gasping for even one breath of air when he starts to toy with your clit, his rough and warm hand wedged between the two of your bodies where you both meet to play with the little bud of nerves. You start to gasp out slurs of “Kyo”’s and “oh”’s and he knows he’s got you, your grip tightened around him even tighter than before and your pussy is so tight around him he doesn’t even try to move as you cum around his cock, your legs going around his waist to keep him close, and leaving him no other choice but to cum inside your ruined pussy— not like he would want to cum anywhere else.
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Love at first sight
"Who is that girl?", Obanai mumbles while staring you up and down.
"Who cares? Just a lousy brat like all the others I guess."
"I'll go talk to her", Zenitsu announces proudly.
"Zenitsu, I actually don't think she looks that approachable-"
"Hello beautiful lady, are you looking for a husband?", a blonde-haired boy suddenly purrs next to you.
"Maybe try a mirror if you're looking for someone desperate", you bite back.
Just when you're about to turn away and move on, you feel something grab your wrist tightly.
Out of instinct, you yank the blonde boy over your shoulder and send his puny frame straight into the ground.
"I will make sure not even your ancestors are able to identify your puny self if you don't leave me alone right now, you freak", you spit through gritted teeth while digging your heel into his cheek.
As if nothing happened, you shake your hair out of your face and leave the scene with hips swinging side so side.
"Well...", Obanai comments dryly.
"That was...kinda hot. Who is that girl?", Sanemi mumbles.
"Now you're interested in her or what?"
"I have a weakness for outlaws."
"Home" Masterlist
This Masterlist is for the "Home" Series. Hopefully, this makes it a bit easier to read.
Synopsis: You are the younger sister of Kyojuro Rengoku. After the death of your mother, Ruka, your father falls into a delusion that you are his deceased wife. And he will try anything to get you to believe that as well.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
ASKS ARE STILL OPEN GUYS
ASK ME RANDOM STUFF IDC JUST TALK TO ME
Requests are open!
Ask me stuff guys! I'm bored! 💖
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ˢʸⁿᵒᵖˢⁱˢ: ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ᵇᵒʸᶠʳⁱᵉⁿᵈ ᶻᵉⁿⁱᵗˢᵘ ʷⁱˡˡ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ˢᵘʳᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵍᵉᵗ ᵖᵃʸᵇᵃᶜᵏ, ⁿᵒ ᵐᵃᵗᵗᵉʳ ʰᵒʷ ˢᵐᵃˡˡ ᵗʰᵉ ⁱˢˢᵘᵉ ᵐᵃʸ ᵇᵉ
“Should things really be that way?” you heard your boyfriend yell from the other room, soon coming into yours with tears in his eyes.
“I'm sorry Zenitsu, it needs to be like this.” you felt guilt for what you had done, there was no way that Zenitsu would ever forgive you, if not even face your direction again.
You felt bad… you would never want this for yourself either and here you were breaking someone else's heart about it.
“You'll regret this…” he mumbled, anger filling every corner of his veins, turning around and making his way to the next door room.
“Zenitsu…”
No response…
“Zenitsu! Where are you going!?”
Still no response…
And just when you thought things couldn't get worse-
Goodness, you already forgot what went through your mind during the careless action, Zenitsu was stubborn, of course he wouldn't let it go until justice was served.
Your worst suspicions came true when you saw him walk into the kitchen… make his way to the fridge… and grab your mochi that you had left from the previous night.
“Zenitsu put that down! We can talk about this!” You pleaded, as Zenitsu brought a piece into his mouth and watched you cry at the loss of your well served mochi.
“Should've thought about that when you ate that ramen I left yesterday!”
“Look! I'm sorry!”
“I won't accept apologies anymore- I'm a grown man…”
“You're 16..”
“Shut up!!!!”
KNY Incorrect quotes#28 Men sizes
Gyutaro*Wanting this to be over*"Prepare foul beast"
He clears his throat and tries to get back into character.
Douma"Prepare foul beast, your time is done!"
Hashira!Y/n*Smirks* Oooh, if you don't mind could you kill me, and then sing?
The Upper and Lower moons laugh, Douma gets in your face
Douma: Be quiet!
Hashira!Y/n: Oh, come on, I'm just havin' fun with ya. That's actually a very nice leotard~
Douma*Smiles proudly* Thank you~
Hashira!Y/n: Do they come in men's sizes?
Everyone...EVERYONE starts to laugh
Muzan*Is actually chuckling* He, he- Now that be funny~
The crowd laughs again, You smile, enjoying how you screwing up the show
Part 2 of:
Yandere Alphabet w/ Gyutaro
Affection — how do they show their love and affection?
He makes rude comments but in a loving way. Like how some friends are rude to each other but in a joking way. He doesn't mean to come off like he hates you, he doesn't! But it's just how he acts he truly loves you and thinks your gorgeous and he doesn't deserve you but that's how he shows affection.
Blood — how messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?
Extremely messy. He doesn't care who they are (except Muzan and sometimes Daki) they will die pay if they ever touch you or harm you or even breath in your direction. Your his and he'd be damned if someone hurts you.
Cruelty — how would they treat their darling once abducted?
He would be harsh at first never letting you leave and yelling at you when you don't obey him. But as you warm up he is more softer especially when he trusts you. He still doesn't let you leave unless when he is feeling extremely nice. And he Gente with his touches but can be harsh. His words don't soften but you can tell that they come from a loving place.
Darling — aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?
Yes. Don't want to cuddle? To bad he's got you all curled up and squished underneath him. Don't want him to bite you and get a taste of your blood? To bad he's got your arms pinned and his face buried in your neck while he drinks some of your blood like a vampire.
Exposed — how vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?
He wouldn't be vulnerable right away but after some time and a lot of trust on his end he would slowly open up. He would trust you more to be around Daki. Now he wouldn't be some softie but he isn't harsh and cruel you get to see a loving side to him.
Fight — how would they feel if their darling fought back?
Hates it. Despises it. If he could he would chop your limbs off but that would be a pain for him because then has had to take care of you 24/7 he wants a partner not a patient, he isn't a nurse.
Game — is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?
It's would start as a game something to entertain him but he then started to really fall hard. Then it wasn't so watching you try to flee him wasn't amusing and started to annoy him.
Hell — what would be their darling’s worst experience with them?
When you first got there. Gyutaro was manipulative (still is) and toxic. He would yell at you and insult you and Daki hated you.
Ideals — what kind of future do they have in mind for their darling?
You, him, and Daki living somewhere nice and comfortable, safely without having to worry about anything.
Jealousy — do they get jealous? How do they handle it?
Yes he does get jealous. He likes seeing you get along with his sister but sometimes he gets jealous or her and just snatches you away. He'll take you to his room and hold you and pout.
Kisses — how do they act around or with their darling?
He can be really sweet and kind and take care of you but sometimes he can be harsh because something set him off.
Love letters — how would they go about approaching their darling?
He would go into your house at night and kidnap you. He knows you wild never accept him so he will have to force you to.
Mask — are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?
Nah. Well not at first. Like I said until he trusts you he'll be harsh until he softens up.
Naughty — how would they punish their darling?
Insults and screaming. Now I don't believe he would ever truly hurt you unless absolutely necessary. He may grip your arms and leave marks/bruises or leave a few scratches but nothing major.
Oppression — how many rights would they take away from their darling?
Most of them if not all. Gyutaro just simply doesn't care. He'll barge in on you changing and just blames you for not locking the door but even if you did he would break it down.
Patience — how patient are they with their darling?
He has hardly any patience if any. So darling needs to know how to be submissive and not press them.
Quite — if their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?
If darling dies he would be devastated and poison the person who did it. If darling escapes he would search forever. You have a good chance of successfully leaving but if he catches you he'll make sure that it will never happen again.
Regret — would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling?
No 💀
Stigma — what brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?
Most likely childhood and his upbringing.
Tears — how do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?
He could care less sometimes but other times it pisses him off. He doesn't want to hear your screams and pleas and isolating yourself is pointless because he can just break the door if needed.
Unique — would they do anything different from the classic yandere?
He doesn't like to hurt you but will if needed. He's gotten the worst of the treatment and knows how it feels and he views darling as something precious. So he wouldn't want them to get dirty because the scars won't go away and he doesn't want to be reminded of how he beat you.
Vice — what weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?
He can't go out in the day time so if darling can somehow manage to escape then they will have to run fast because we it comes nightfall Gyutaro will hint after you.
Wit’s end — would they ever hurt their darling?
He would try not to but do it as a last resort if you don't behave.
Xoanon — how much would they revere or worship their darling?
He doesn't worship you but you are someone high in his eyes. Not as high as Daki but almost on her level.
Yearn — how long do they pine after their darling before they snap?
Maybe a couple days at the most a month. He isn't patient.
Zenith — would they ever break their darling?
He would if you didn't behave and never fell to Stockholm syndrome.
When the time comes...
A/N: This multiverse has been on my mind for quite some time now, so why not try to post it here on tumblr ig 😅 This is just a sneak peak cause I'm not sure if the multiverse on my mind will workout or not cause it has a lot (LIKE ALOT) of characters in there.
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"So, that's the breathing style I made! What do you think?" the young man asked, looking at his dark red hair friend.
"It's nice," he complimented,
"..."
"..."
"What's it called?" the young brunette man looked at him, bewildered. He can't understand why his friend, Yoriichi, is just standing in front of him with an expressionless face, "My friend, I made a new breathing style! And you're just going to ask what it's called? I'm going to pass these techniques to my descendants and you're just standing there asking what it's called?! Are you kidding me?!" The young man exclaimed at his expressionless friend.
"Takahashi-san, the breathing technique you made is really nice. It's good that you applied your clan's ability to your breathing technique," Yoriichi paused and thought about what to say next, "What's it called?"
The young Takahashi paused for a moment, giving it a thought. That's the only name he can name the breathing technique, no? Even if he doesn't want to name it in honor of his filthy ancestor, he really doesn't have a choice.
"Lighting, it's called the Lighting Breathing Technique."
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A/N: So, this sneak peak is a flashback of the multiverse I'm thinking about. Worry not, this is absolutely an x reader fic. It's just that the main character (the reader) is not in here since it's a flashback. You can reblog, like, and comment if you want this to become a series :))
Y/N: I’m going to take you out Tanjirou : great, it’s a date! Y/N: I meant that as a threat. Tanjirou : See you at five!
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Y/N: Let’s watch Sharkboy and Lavagirl. Tanjirou : Okay. Y/N: And make out during the scary parts. Tanjirou : Th- Tanjirou : The scary parts. Tanjirou : Of Sharkboy and Lavagirl.
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Y/N: I prevented a murder today. Tanjirou : Really? How’d you do that? Y/N: self control.
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Y/N: You're the love of my life and my best friend, I would do anything for you. Tanjirou : I want you to eat three meals a day and have a decent sleep schedule. Y/N: Absolutely not.
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Y/N: *Walking in to a room* Sorry I’m late... I was... doing things. *Sounds of running footsteps progressively getting louder* Zenitsu : *Out of breath* THEY PUSHED ME DOWN THE FUCKIN’ STAIRS.
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Y/N: In light of what you did for me, you can hug me for four to five seconds. Zenitsu : FORTY FIVE SECONDS?!? Y/N: No! Four to five seconds! Zenitsu : Too late!!!
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Y/N: I was arrested for being too cool. Zenitsu : The charges were dropped due to a lack of supporting evidence.