#💠vry’s events💠

[vrystalius]

NSFW Alphabet — Kyojuro Rengoku

A NSFW alphabet all about the flame hashira.

Pairing: Kyojuro Rengoku x afab!reader

Thank you so so much @erexart for making this cover art! My first reaction upon seeing this was literally “oh my.” since I opened in the middle of my class XD This is so gorgeous!! Please please go check her out and leave some support, she’s an awesome person!

A = Aftercare (what is he like after sex?)

Kyojuro can’t suppress it. He’s very smile-y and cuddly after a passionate night. His large arms would snake around your waist, pulling you tightly against him. His thick fingers would slowly brush over your skin, accidentally tickling you in the process sometimes. His hands are still rough and calloused, even after retirement, but you never minded. In fact, it makes you pleasantly shiver. His face would be glistering in sweat with a couple hairs sticking to his forehead. His eyes would be a little droopy and a lovesick smile would be spread all over his face. His voice would be a little horse and much quieter while whispering praises and love-declarations into your ear, his fingers running through your hair.

Your husband loves taking care of you, so expect to be pampered in all ways that are possible. To him, aftercare is just as important as the sex itself, so Kyojuro’ll gladly wash your body with either warm, damp towels or prepare a soothing bath for you if that’s what you prefer. If you manage to get out of bed right after him making you see the stars and universe, you can spot him in the kitchen by the stove, cooking a simple meal for the both of you to enjoy in bed. If you’re lucky, you get to enjoy the view of your husband’s muscular back, decorated in scratches you left behind in an attempt to hold onto something, anything, while trying to handle his size. Kyojuro doesn’t mind them, quite the opposite. His confidence gets boosted when spotting them in the mirror.

“You’re so beautiful, love. The brightest light in my life, so beautiful… you need anything, my flame? I can get you whatever you wish.”

B = Body part (his favourite body part of his and yours)

Kyojuro favours his chest the most. It used to be incredibly muscular, being able to flex the one, then the other in a funny or teasing matter. He especially found your interactions funny, how you poked his soft pecs and tensing them right after you touched them. It makes you giggle a little, so he’d gladly present his naked chest on purpose, so that you can squeeze and poke them as you like. Now, after retirement, he can’t control his muscles as much as he used to, meaning they got even softer. You love to give them a cheeky squeeze or a poke randomly throughout the day. It tickle a little when you do that, so Kyojuro’ll let you do as you please! Even if you give them a squeeze during sex. It surprised him when you do so, but your husband’ll just continue on with movement when you do.

His favourite body part of yours are your eyes and how they sparkle when Kyojuro brings you your favourite dish, or how they glister when you cry. Or, his favourite expression of yours, when they roll back into your skull. You look so drunk on the pleasure he’s giving you, you can’t even control your own face anymore- he finds you so cute looking like that.

“Hm? You wanna squeeze my breast? Sure, go ahead! If you like, you can lay your head on them, I think they’re soft enough to be used as pillows! Would you like to try?”

C = Cum (anything to do with cum)

Kyojuro’s incredibly flustered after cumming onto your body, anywhere really. Especially if you swallow it all, that’s when he’s beginning to ascend. He let out one satisfied, deep groan before finishing and staining your beautiful body. His abs and abdomen would be all twitchy, trying to control the overwhelming pleasure of his organism by redirecting the feeling onto other areas of his body.

He’s hesitant to ask, but your husband wants you to squirt onto his face. Kyojuro is curious on what it’d taste like to be honest. He’s eaten you out before and does it almost everytime you two sleep with each other, but you never squirted on his face before. He isn’t actively trying to make you do it, but he really, really wants you to do it. He’s too shy to ask though.

“Y-You make me burn s-so brightly- Ah!-“

D = Dirty secret (a dirty secret of his)

Something that surprised even himself was how Kyojuro began fantasising about taking you in more public spaces. Not exactly somewhere where people can really see you, but he’s imagining dragging you aside into a secluded area like a forest or just a room inside the residence where the risk of being caught is a little higher. It makes him nervous to think about, taking you while also needing to look out for any other people that may come too close. He would pump his cock into his fist faster and faster while thinking about it…

E = Experience (How experienced is he?)

Kyojuro was raised well and saved himself for you, his future wife. After making sure you’d agree to marry him and that you are willing and happily ready to sleep with him, he’ll try to do some research beforehand. Your then-boyfriend snuck around his father’s house, but to no one’s surprise, found nothing on anything remotely related to sex or similar. After finding nothing, he moved onto the archives of the demon slayer corps. Of course, there was nothing there either, only scrolls and books on ancient breathing techniques, tactics on how to fight demons and all that stuff. He was hopeless and decided to give up, going in unexperienced and with the hopes to perform well enough to satisfy you.

“My flame, do you think Shinobu keeps some kind of records or books on reproduction?… Why I’m asking? No reason. I-I’m just interested in the biology of it!”

P = Position (his favourite positions)

1. Mating press

That way, he can push himself especially deep inside of you while having your legs rest on his shoulders. Kyojuro especially loved leaning down to you, watching your face heat up and how your eyes roll back. By staying so close, he can closely watch how close you are, how pretty you look like this and how intimate it feels being so close to you.

2. 69

Oh he loves the feeling of making you squirm and shudder above him while you’re struggling to take him with all the stimulation he’s giving you. Kyojuro gets easily lost in your essence, often switching form the 69-position to you just sitting on his face while his own cock is twitching and aching for stimulation, but the way he’s eating you out, you can’t concentrate on anything else but not grinding onto his face for even more stimulation.

G = Goofy (Is he more serious in the moment? Or humorous? etc.)

You know Kyojuro as a rather energised, outgoing and loud individual, but while having your legs rest on his shoulders while his hips thrust deeper and deeper, he hets much more passionate. He’s trying not to be funny, but sometimes he accidentally makes you giggle by not being able to control his hair. If he makes the mistake of not tying it together beforehand, his bright flame like hair will be falling into his face or just fly around everywhere, maybe even tickle your nose by leaning downwards during an particularly pleasurable movement.

“A-Agh, my hair- Apologies my love, can I borrow your hair-tie just for during… this?”

H = Hair (How well-groomed is he?)

Kyojuro doesn’t really like being completely shaven. He prefers keeping it more natural and let his hair grow out a little, but not too much. He trims it regularly and of course washes himself. It’s extremely important to him to stay clean snd healthy, for both you and himself. Colour wise, his pubic hair matches his eyebrows, being very dark, almost black.

Regarding you, Kyojuro does not care if you shave or not, it all tasted the same and makes you sing those pretty moans for him. The most important thing is that you stay clean for him, that’s all.

I = Intimacy (How is he during the moment? Romantically.)

It almost surprises you how attentive and intimate your husband can get, even after years of marriage. For him, sex isn’t only about pleasure, but about lovemaking and being attentive to all your needs, physically and mentally. Kyojuro takes his time beforehand to kiss and maybe even flirt with you, as if courting you for the first time ever.

During sex, he would stare at your face during the whole time, covering your skin in kisses and caresses, his hands exploring every inch of your gorgeous body. His moans would consist mostly of whimpering broken praises while his brows furrow together and sweat runs down his skin.

“I love you, I love you, gods!! H-Hah, I love you…”

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Kyojuro doesn’t masturbate very often, but he does get aroused more often than he’d like to admit. Sometimes, he has to relief that pent up over the weeks. What turns him on the most is your scent. Any clothes of yours or just rolling over in bed onto your side switches something inside his brain. So, he mostly masturbates with the help of something you wore before and gave to him (with your consent of course). It doesn’t matter if it’s panties, shorts or a shirt, having your intoxicating smell near him makes him shudder and cum almost immediately.

One time, you gave him one of your panties for an extremely long mission. You alone just handing it to him so casually almost made him cream his pants.

K = Kink (one or more of his kinks)

1. Praising kink

It goes both ways, but hearing you praise him makes him cum almost immediately mid thrust. Kyojuro’s eyes would go wide and he’d lean down to you, peppering your face in kisses while burying himself deeper within you with a loud moan while thanking you quietly, his large hands squeezing your waist and pulling you closer to himself.

Your husband lives, laughs and loves praising you all day every day, that also means during sex. Seeing you blush just a little boosts his confidence greatly.

2. Exhibition

Kyojuro shudders everytime he thinks about the idea of being caught. Perhaps somebody hears your loud moans or his grunts and comes to investigate, catching you in the act. His heart races a little when thinking about asking you to help him out in the alleyway, looking out left and right to check for anyone coming. He doesn’t want to have a thing for being risky or doing it in semi-public spaces, but your husband just can’t help to fantasise about trying to make you scream louder and louder, risking being caught by a poor and probably afterwards traumatised kakushi.

3. Light Bondage

Kyojuro wants to know that you can fully trust him, and sometimes you can demonstrate it by be willing to be a little restrained. Just some loose ropes around your wrists to keep you from squirming too much. While you can’t escape, your husband, he’ll use the opportunity to its fullest to tease and play around with you by just barely using his fingers on you, instead of eating you out just giving you light kitten-licks or just caressing your body in admiration.

“Louder, m-my flame, please- Gods, I-I wanna hear you.”

L = Location (favourite places to take you)

He’d prefer to take you in your shared bed where it’s the most comfortable, but sometimes, Kyojuro would like to make love to you in the hotsprings. The steamy warmth surrounding you two, your naked body pressing right up against his, it may stir a couple of things within him like the overwhelming desire to mount you right now. The scents, the water, just the moment in general makes the perfect place to make love, don’t you think? Beneath these beautiful stars and admits the rocks and woods surrounding the hot springs…

M = Motivation (What turns him on, gets him going?)

1. Your confidence

Kyojuro is drawn to your enthusiasm and confidence like a moth to a flame- whatever you’re proud of, he’ll be 100% prouder, even if it’s just you managing to flip a pancake by tossing it in the air. Impressive non the less! But seeing you be confident in your own abilities and not needing him for a task makes him feel needed by you. If you don’t need his strength opening that jar of jam, how about Kyojuro satisfies you in other ways?

2. Being close after a long day

Your husband is often cuddly during the evenings of a long day. He still refuses to stop training even after retirement, so he’s still exhausted after a long day. Kyojuro loves to pull you closer and shower you in affections by peppering kisses all over your neck. He smiled against your skin when you squirm under him when he rolls on top of you, pinning you against the bed, his palms cupping your ass, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Darling, can you… uh.. can we cuddle while I put.. myself.. into you? You’re just so warm and I promise you I’ll make you feel good, my flame…”

N = No (something he wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He’d never degrade or humiliate you, even if you may be into it. Kyojuro fears he might hurt your feelings or make you feel worse about yourself, wich is exact opposite of what he’s trying to do during sex. He’s trying to make love to you, not… degrade you.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving)

Receiving

Kyojuro can barely look at you while you’re sucking him off. His wide eyes would be staring at a random point on the ceiling, his mouth agape and a little drool running down his chin. His hands would be tightly gripping both sides of your head, trying to get even more pleasure from your warm mouth. If you ever dare to tease his tip with your tongue, prepare your face to be covered in his essence in a matter of seconds. He’s extremely sensitive and cums embarrassingly quickly when you pleasure him orally. If you go on your knees while he’s leaning against a wall, Kyojuro would be concentrating on not breaking down with the amount of shaking his thighs are doing.

Giving

He’d rather give than receive any day, you being his absolute favourite dish besides sweet potato and miso soup. Kyojuro’ll drop onto his knees whenever you need him to, willing to take you anywhere at any time. His hands would be tightly wrapping around your legs, pushing them onto his shoulders for support when you’re laying down. Although he prefers it if you sit onto his face, that way he can solely concentrate on eating you and playing with your clit. Sometimes, he’ll try to overstimulate you just to make you squirm and jump away. It makes him grin every time.

“My flame, my love- you taste divine… hah.”

P = Pace (Is he fast and rough? Slow and sensual?)

Kyojuro tries to be slow and sensual, savouring every second of feeling you wrapped around him, how you squeeze and squirm around, but that is also the reason he really can’t be slow and sensual. His waist snap against yours in an incredible speed, chasing his own high while trying so hard to bring you the exact same feeling he’s feeling right now. But when you take control and straddle him instead, your husband loves to watch you struggle taking him in fully and how slowly you’re is moving up and down his shaft- if you decide to be quicker, his hand would quickly slam against the headboard in a desperate attempt to hold onto something while you make him see stars.

Q = Quickie (his opinions on quickies)

Kyojuro enjoys the playful nature of them and how spontaneous they are- you pulling him aside from his task just to seduce him? How perverted.

He enjoys them but doesn’t prefer them over full sessions. Your husband has surprisingly a lot of desire pent-up and is ready to bed you anytime you want, so he always has time for you coming onto him first. It’d feel like a break from a stressful day or a distraction from a particularly boring task— so he enjoys it!

“A-Ah, such a needy wife I-I have.”

R = Risk (Is he game to experiment?)

Yes! Kyojuro likes keeping things spicy in the bedroom by willing to experiment with you- whatever you like, he’s down for it (except humiliation of course)! He also has a thing for semi-public things, so he’d be more than willing to try things out in that department. Overall, if you want to try out spanking, food play, hair play, temperature or just plain vanilla, he’s down for everything! Please, use him for your pleasure! He’s even open to a little more… experimental things.

“P-Pegging? Really? Ahh… I trust you, I do, but… could you give me some time to think about it?”

S = Stamina (how many rounds can he go for? how long does he last?)

Kyojuro can and wants to go as many rounds as possible. Even after years of neglecting endurance and stamina training, your husband still has the stamina of some kind of beast. He fights through overstimulation like a soldier, if that means bringing pleasure to you then so be it. He can handle a little sting.

It also takes a while for him to cum in general. It’s not particularly hard for him to cum, he just doesn’t to. Besides, it makes him grin how you whine about already being spend and he has not even finished once.

T = Toys (does he own toys? does he use them?)

You two share one rubber dildo. No further comment.

U = Unfair (how much does he tease?)

Given how much Kyojuro enjoys making you squirm and moan, he does like to tease a little. Not to the point of making you beg, but just to make you pout a little. It just turns him on all over again.

Also, he likes to tease you during the day by slipping his hand under your skirt or pants, cupping a feel of your assets before smiling brightly at you like nothing ever happened. Maybe he’ll even slip in a finger or two.

“What’s that look, my flame? I’m just feeling up my wife!”

V = Volume (how loud is he, what sounds does he make)

Kyojuro grunts and moans a lot, not shying away from showing how much he’s enjoying himself. Sometimes he might get a little embarrassed by moaning too loudly, so he’d bury his face inside your neck while keeping a steady pace, whining a little at the feeling of you tightening around him. It makes him blush a little hearing the sounds he’s able to produce thanks to you.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for him)

Kyojuro loves to have cuddly sex with you. Cuddles are already his favourite, so cockwarming him while he holds you close is the closest he can get to the holy gates of heaven. Feeling your warmth around his length makes him almost feel a little droopy, his face buried in your neck while trying to subtly grind his hips against yours to stimulate you as well. His hand would be tightly gripping onto your waist, steadying you while he gently thrusts inside you, not being able to handle just being inside you without moving.

“Can I move a little? I-I promise I’ll be gentle, love… Gods, I love you so so much..”

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes…)

He’s physically impressive, just like the rest of him. Kyojuro is well endowed and proportional to his tall, broad and muscular frame. Sometimes he’s nervous about hurting you, but your delightful moans reassure him pretty quickly. His thickness watches his wrist.

His pubic hair is taken care of but he’s not completely clean shaven.

(Again, sorry for this being so short and having no measures. I honestly have no idea XD)

Y = Yearning (how high is his sex drive?)

Your husband’s drive is quite high given his passionate and energised personality, wich only increased after retirement. He will barely act on it though, being insecure about being too needy or too much for you. Instead, he suppresses his desires and waits until you come onto him first. That way he can be sure you really, really want him and are not just acting like you want to have sex just because he is horny.

The downside of him suppressing his lust is that it all comes out once you two have sex; he’ll eat you out, he’ll make you cum twice before even thinking about sliding his length in, and after he does, his hips smack against yours, creating an incredible lewd rhythm and loud moans.

Z = Zzz (how quickly he falls asleep afterwards)

After a particularly long session, Kyojuro would be spent. He’d doze off almost immediately after making sure you’re okay and he didn’t got too harsh with you. His soft cheek would be pressed up against your arm, his snores vibrating through your whole body. His heavy arm would be draped over your chest. You couldn’t help but smile a little at how his squishy cheeks looked so cute and how cuddly he always got after sex. You can’t help but look forward to cooking together with him in the morning.

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Hope it was worth the wait @akazasfiancee ! <3

Finally got this done! I hope you all enjoyed reading it<3 Again, thank you @erexart for the beautiful cover art, I’m so grateful for you being so patient and kind to be. I’ll be looking forward to seeing more of your gorgeous art!! Please go check her out!

Anyways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough!!

Take care of yourselves <3

Here’s my October event masterlist 🎃

[vrystalius]

This is so adorable 🥹 Thank you for writing it!!

May I request something for your holiday event? 🎄

How about a kny character of your choosing struggling with their s/o on the ice rink or a frozen lake of sorts? You don’t have to write this prompt, I’m just looking forward to this cute event XD

Take care, happy holidays <33

ꨄ︎ 𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚜𝚔𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 | 𝚐. 𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚘𝚔𝚊

>> modern au

you and giyuu are probably the most insufferable people at the ice rink right now. both your cheeks are burning from embarrassment as you cling to each other and wobble around on your skates while everyone else glides past you like nothing. 

giyuu had suggested it when you had been musing about going out and doing something festive. he figured it’d be a cute winter date, how hard could ice skating be?

apparently, very hard, he thinks with reproach as he tries to remain upright (mostly unsuccessfully). 

“slow down, slow down, slow down!” you shriek, fingers balling up his sleeve as you skid behind him. the two of you are rapidly gaining speed that neither of you were ready for. 

“i’m trying!” he cries, fumbling for purchase on the railings beside you. his fingers just barely miss it as you slide right by, and the weight of you trailing behind makes him topple over with a grunt. 

you scream and throw your arms out for balance, but you’ve got too much momentum to stop and you run right into giyuu and go sprawling on the ice. 

thankfully, the jackets and coats you’d bundled up in absorb most of the impact, but you know you’ll feel it tomorrow.

“maybe this was too ambitious for us,” giyuu mumbles with a sigh from where he’s lying two feet away from you, unmoving.

you wait until the sky has stopped spinning before you reply. “agreed. the stars look nice tonight, though.”

you hear him hum thoughtfully in agreement. 

“hey giyuu?”

“yes, my love?”

“do you want to go get hot chocolate instead?”

“i’d like that. as soon as i can feel my legs again.”

hi vry! hope you liked this 🫶 i went with giyuu bc i feel like he’d think he could skate and find out its much harder than he thought. thanks for the warm wishes and happy holidays to you too! - 𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚢 🩷🩷

[vrystalius]

NSFW Alphabet — Sanemi Shinazugawa

A NSFW Alphabet all about the wind hashira.

Pairing: Sanemi x fem!reader

Note: So, this is my first time writing anything NSFW, but I hope you enjoy this anyway!

MDNI please. Not proofread.

(Mentioning of pregnancy, etc)

A = Aftercare (what is he like after sex?)

Sanemi gets very soft afterwards. He knows he might get a little carried away during sex, so he wants to make sure you’re absolutely okay, both mentally and physically. He’d be propped up by his arm, his other hand finding their place on your warm skin, gently caressing your skin with his calloused palms. His eyes would look so loving while taking in your whole form, a small smile forming on his face. After sex, even if his thighs may be shaking, Sanemi’ll gladly run around the house to grab you food, snacks, water and whatever you like, so you don’t have to.

“You want somethin’ to eat? I can whip ya something up… No? You just want me to stay? Whatever you wish, princess. C’mere.”

B = Body part (his favourite body part of his and yours)

Sanemi likes his torso and arms the most, especially when you cling onto them while he shows no mercy on you. He has a lot of helpful muscles in his upper body that assist him in holding you up, tossing you around or just to flex his muscles to you while gripping the headboard. Also, Sanemi has a lot of scars he likes to show off. You sometimes worry over how many he has, but you can’t really do that while your eyes roll back into your skull, can you?

In his eyes, every single part of your body is his favourite. But if he had to choose, it would be your hands and thighs. Your thighs wrap around his waist so tightly as a way to keep him close and steady, but Sanemi also loves when you practically suffocate him between them while he gets busy with his well deserved dessert. He loves your hands on his body and the wonders they can do to him; your hand teasingly travelling across his chest, down to his abs and belt, just for you to pull away with a sly grin. The feeling of you wrapped around his length, pumping your hand up and down slowly just to torment him is making Sanemi arch his back and lean further into your touch just so slightly. But his favourite way to feel your hands is to have them grip onto him for dear life after he finally pays you back for teasing him all day.

“F-Fuh-uhh-ah... c’mon baby please, stop teasin’ me-“

C = Cum (anything to do with cum)

Sanemi loves to ruin your pretty face by finishing on it, especially after you suck him off so nicely. You looking up at him with those pretty eyed and having your lips wrapped around him like that makes him want to paint your face in all his essence. Your husband also loves to cum inside of you and feel your warmth get coated in his, but he never asked for permission to do that. He’s too shy to admit he may have a thing for breeding or anything similar to that stuff, so Sanemi’ll finish on your thighs instead, like a gentleman. Perhaps one day he’ll get his courage together to ask for permission.

He also loves, loves, loves when you cum on him in ang way. It makes him feel marked in a weird way, and very proud that he can ruin you like that. Only him, no one else.

“F-Fuck, shit- Ah. Your face looks pretty like that…”

D = Dirty secret (a dirty secret of his)

Sanemi actually really enjoys being pampered as the bottom. On the streets he has to be the strong, aggressive and resilient wind hashira, but in your sheets, he just craves to be a pillow-princess. Watching your chest bounce up and now, your lip quiver, your hand tightly interlocked with his while you ruin him.

It’s not exactly a dirty secret but Sanemi enjoys soft sex the most, whispered praises and worship, gentle touches and hand holding; it’s his absolute favourite. He loves to pamper you and you pampering him.

“Damn it… It’s not that I don’t want to take care of you, but sometimes— fuck, I don’t know. Sometimes I just… wanna be the bottom for once, okay?!”

E = Experience (How experienced is he?)

Originally, Sanemi wanted to save himself for marriage and the person he wants to spend the rest of his life with. Even if he doesn’t have the best marriage nor is he the best example for his little brother, he at least wanted to set the example of being a holy virgin until marriage. Even if he’s not exactly holy.

He feels very lucky to have found the person to share his first time and the rest of his life with, and that wonderful person is you. So, Sanemi isn’t the most experienced. Despite that, he did fantasise about his first time many times and imagined the positions, paste and feeling of everything, but the first time he saw you bare, every fantasy got thrown out the window. His whole entire being was just focused on you and your pleasure, his own just being a byproduct. Overall, not very experienced but is open to explore everything you like.

“I don’t know shit but I know that I wanna make you feel good, y’know?”

F = Favorite position (What is his favourite position?)

1. Most favourite: Reverse Cowgirl

That way, Sanemi can be pillow-princess and enjoy you in the fullest while not worrying about how his eyes are rolling back into the skull or how a little drool is running down his chin. He’d be completely pussydrunk, holding onto your waist or plush thighs while trying and praying that he won’t cum prematurely.

2. Second favourite: Cowgirl

Seeing you ride him brings him to places. His hands would roughly grip your thighs and hold onto his dear life to not cum too quickly. It’s Sanemi’s second favourite because he’s embarrassed of the faces he’s making. Sometimes, your husband is concentrating on not finishing too quickly and not making humiliating expressions rather than on the pleasure you’re giving him.

3. Third favourite: Missionary

A classic. That way, Sanemi is the closest to you, holding you closer while burying himself deep inside you. Sometimes he’ll lift your legs and place them onto his shoulders to allow him to thrust deeper, kind of transitioning from missionary to mating press.

“D-Don’ l-look- at- me! Fu-uhh..”

G = Goofy (Is he more serious in the moment? Or humorous? etc.)

Sanemi tries not to be funny during the intimate moments and make you laugh, but he will sometimes crack jokes of how fucked out your face looks or how weak you make him. It’s mostly to calm down after a rather rough session, so it’s part of his after care.

“You okay? You look pretty… fucked. Want some water maybe?”

H = Hair (How well-groomed is he?)

Sanemi has a little white happy trail going downwards to his crotch. He tries to shave as much as he can, but most of the times he’s either too lazy or too tired to do so. He very clean and neat about his body hygiene, making him smell very nice and comforting, and somehow, it makes him taste very nice. His pubic hair is white, soft and clean. Your husband does get a little self-aware though and may disappear into the bathroom to shave for a couple minutes before climbing into bed with you, just in case you get into the mood. Sanemi wants you to feel comfortable in sleeping with him, wich includes taking care of his pubic hair.

“Wha? You wanna…? Uhh… give me a moment, I’ll be right back.”

I = Intimacy (How is he during the moment? Romantically.)

Sanemi tries to be romantic leading up to the moment by setting up the scene a little before you’re coming home, like maybe letting in a bath or setting up candles, but he gets embarrassed by the sight of them and removes any evidence of their existence before you could see any of it. He doesn’t want to come off as desperate enough to set up all this, just for sex.

During the moment, he loves being soft and affectionate with you, whispering praises and worshipping your whole body in the process. Sanemi loves you so, so much and he wants to show you just how much he appreciates you. His caresses are the softest and his kisses passionate and breathtaking. Although it doesn’t come across as so, he’s trying very hard to be romantic. As romantic as someone can be while bring balls deep and pussydrunk.

“The candles? I- uh. Mitsuri gave me them, they’re supposed to be scented and stuff. Nope, never used them. Just take them, they’re not my typa stuff.”

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Sanemi tries his best to not do it as much. Before being with you, he used to masturbate ad a way to relief stress or frustrations, fantasising about being pampered or just fucking his frustrations out. He mostly did that during very lengthy missions or after returning from one, and mostly doing it in intimate settings like private baths or his futon, somewhere he can relax and unwind.

Nos that Sanemi has a beautiful woman like you, he tries to save himself to have better sex with you. If he jerks off too much, he’ll get used to it and it won’t feel as good. So, by resisting the urge stiffening in his pants while resting during a mission, he gets more excited to come home to you. He won’t do it as much as he did before, but sometimes, Sanemi needs to relieve some tension. It’s just human.

While pumping his length into his fist, his favourite fantasy is you teasing him by masturbating in front of him. Out of touch and out of reach, not being able to please you. It drives him insane and actually makes Sanemi finish almost embarrassingly quickly, the imagine of you teasing him by pleasuring yourself with your fingers while he can just sit and watch. Sometimes, he hopes you’re masturbating at the same time as he is, just so he can imagine your body writhe and shudder in pleasure while you lay on his side of the bed, being surrounded by his smell.

K = Kink (one or more of his kinks)

1. Breeding kink

He will never admit it, not in front of the god he believes in nor in front of you, but Sanemi really has a big thing for breeding. He’d love to fill you up one day and just start your peaceful life by bringing a child into a demon-less world. That would be his dream, you, his wife and mother of your kid, hopefully kids (only if you want to of course!), inside a demon-less world, living peacefully in a family home, where Sanemi can make love to you and where his biggest worry is to lock the door properly so none of the kids can accidentally stumble upon an extremely traumatising scene. That dream almost seems impossible, but the first step is getting you pregnant, right?

2. Orgasm control

Sanemi, both intentionally and unintentionally, is edging himself while having sex with you. On one hand, he wants to prolong his orgasm so you can cum first, but on the other, his whole body shudders while he tries to control his own orgasm. He never really thought of doing orgasm control with you by allowing or denying you things, but he does overstimulate you on accident. Perhaps Sanemi’s overstimulating you subconsciously to try and see that pretty face you did again.

3. Praise kink

Sanemi sees you as a goddess, and he will verbally express that as well. He’ll mutter praises under his breath, not even meaning to say those thought out loud. You just feel so fucking good, he can’t control his tongue anymore.

He hesitates when you praise him. Sanemi has a hard time believing compliments or kind words, so when you mutter about how good he’s doing or what a good job your husband’s doing, he might stop mid thrust and take in your expression, before resuming with a slight blush on his face.

4. Body worship

Sanemi melts when you worship his body in any way, muscles, scars or his handsome face. A bright blush would light up his whole face and he might reverse the scenario, pinning you into the bed and slowly travelling down your chest and stomach, trailing featherlight kisses, making sure to give your beautiful breasts, stomach and thighs some extra attention.

“You’re lookin’ so pretty right now. Fuck, so fuckin’ gorgeous…”

L = Location (favourite places to take you)

Sanemi likes any surface he can prop you against or on top of so he can fuck you properly, but your comfort is incredibly important to him, so he’d prefer softer areas like a couch, your shared bed, a futon or maybe even in a bath.

Pressing you against walls during quickies are also a solution during very pent-up or heated situations. Sanemi also loves picking you up, demonstrating his strength and muscles by making you cum multiple times and setting you back down. His arms will be a little sore, but you’d never know. He’ll brush it off like it was nothing.

“Hey, I was thinkin’, have we ever done it in the kitchen? Like on a countertop or somethin’?…What? No! I’m not playing some kind of pervy bingo, I was just wondering! Now that I’m thinking about it, we never did it in the shower neither…. Keep those nasty looks to yourself, I’m still just wonderin’.”

M = Motivation (What turns him on, gets him going?)

It flips a switch inside Sanemi when you act so nonchalantly-confident around him, like grabbing him by his collar and pulling him into a kiss. You being so rough with him kind of gets him going, it’s as if you don’t care about his strength or him being a hashira. To you, he’s your husband, and Sanemi’s perfectly content with being just that.

Also, it turns him on when you wear his clothes around the house with nothing beneath. Pulling you closer and feeling around with his hand how you’re wearing nothing but that t-shirt and some panties. It takes all his previous endurance training to not pick you up take you, right then and there.

“Thief and a seductress, all in one. How about I don’t hand you over to the law and instead punish you myself? Hm? Pretty girl.”

N = No (something he wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Sanemi would never hurt you in any way, even if you are into it. He doesn’t like the idea of inflicting pain to you, even if you may like it or if it’s a kink of yours. It just hits a deep core memory of his mom and dad he doesn’t want to confront, especially not inside the bedroom. He wants to make love to you, make you feel good and love yourself the same amount he loves you, meaning he’ll never insult, humiliate or hurt you.

“You okay? I got too rough, m’ sorry. You just- just felt so good, I couldn’t hold back… You sure you’re okay? You’re not hurtin’ anywhere?”

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving)

Receiving

Sanemi gets carried away when you suck him off. If you get on your knees while he’s standing or leaning, his thighs would be shaking in pleasure while he’s desperately trying to keep standing and not break down. Feeling your throat clench around him and the sight of your teary eyes, pretty lips struggling to wrap around him and those muffled moans are making him see heaven.

Giving

He’ll eat you out whenever and wherever you like. For the sake of comfort, Sanemi prefers to take you lying down or even sitting on his face instead of kneeling down for you. When you sit down onto his face, his hips would be buckling into the air, trying to create friction between his dick and his pants, desperately trying to both please you and getting some pleasure himself. If you try to lift yourself up from his face in fear of being too heavy or too much, your husband would grab you by your thighs and literally press you down harder, just to prove you wrong. His fingers are also rather thick, meaning Sanemi’ll use them to his advantage as well. His secret goal is to make you squirt onto his face one day.

“C’mon, just a little more, y-you can take i-it. F-Fuh-… huck!! Keep- ah, squeezing yo-your throat like th-thaa.. ah… ah!- Fuck!!-“

P = Pace (Is he fast and rough? Slow and sensual?)

It depends on his day and mood. Sanemi prefers to be slower and sensual, taking his time to really take it all in, but sometimes, he just can’t help himself but to fuck you properly. His iron grip would hold you steady by your waist while his hips snap against yours in an almost inhumane speed, watching how his whole length disappears in your tight warmth, before immediately being pulled out, just to slam himself right back. Sanemi sometimes leaves marks after such nights wich he’ll be pissy about in the morning. At himself, of course. His aftercare would be extra extensive and incredibly pampering and making sure you’re absolutely fine.

He also makes a very good bed-in-breakfast course that includes all kinds of things like fruit, neatly arranged eggrolls, rice and whatever else you kike. He doesn’t do it often, but you know it’s going to be a rougher night if both the pantry and the fridge are fully stocked with all kinds of ingredients.

“Yeah, just got home from shopping. These fuckin’ kids that call themselves slayers were pissing me off all fucking day so I wanted to make some ohagi later. Ignore the other groceries, they’re for tomorrow, a surprise.”

Q = Quickie (his opinions on quickies)

Sanemi doesn’t like them, but if he doesn’t have a lot of time between missions and training sessions, he might pull you aside to ask for a litte relief for the both of you. In those moments, he’s batting his eyelashes at you and being extra pouty, knowing exactly what he’s doing with being all needy for you. You can’t really resist your husband, who’s angry, pissy and moody all the time, that all of the sudden is being all pouty and horny for you, can you?

But that’s seriously the only time you see him pouting.

“Baby can you help me out? I’m headin’ out for another mission later and I dunno if I’m coming back before you’re in bed, so… can you help your hubby? Hm?”

R = Risk (Is he game to experiment?)

Sanemi sometimes likes teasing you in public by giving your butt a gentle tap or pulling you closer to bite and kiss your neck, but the most public sex you ever had was on his training grounds, where he was absolutely 100% sure that no annoying crow, kakushi or god forbid another hashira came by and catch you two. He doesn’t like being too risky, but sometimes it gives him a little thrill. It makes Sanemi rearrange his pants a little when you wear more revealing outfits in public knowing damn well you’re making your husband both seethe in protectiveness and horniness. Teasing him in public like this- damn you.

“You’re a fuckin’ tease for wearing that damn skirt. I told ya I could’ve sworn that perv kakushi stared at your ass and you’re still wearing it? C’mon. It’s your fault I’m hard.”

S = Stamina (how many rounds can he go for? how long does he last?)

As a hashira, you’d expect him to have a lot of stamina and be able to go multiple rounds, but once he finished, he’s done. If you’re absolutely begging and asking, Sanemi will push through his overstimulation and go for another round, but he’d be in tears about it. It’s still incredibly pleasurable to him don’t get him wrong, it’s just very overwhelming to him. He has to “train” to go for multiple rounds, but since he’s a busy man, Sanemi can’t dedicate some of his training to endurance during sex- even if he’d love to.

“Yo-You want me again’? A-Alright, if ya want. Ass up, pretty girl.”

T = Toys (does he own toys? do he use them?)

Tengen gifted him a pocket-pussy as a joke once. Sanemi may or may not have used it to masturbate to you. He may also have used it more than once. More than twice. Maybe even trice, but who’s counting?

U = Unfair (how much does he tease?)

If you tease him first by flashing him your pretty panties or just by merely existing and looking pretty like you do, Sanemi’ll tease you back by going agonisingly slowly or by not even putting it in, instead rubbing his aching member against your thighs or ass, anywhere but where you want it the most. But in result, he’s teasing himself more than he is you.

He’ll play it off how much he just wants to just thrust into you and make you drunk on his cock, but Sanemi’ll force himself to hold back just enough to make you beg for it.

“What ya want, h-hah? Use your words, p-pretty. You want me, hm? M-My cock, huh? How much you want it?”

V = Volume (how loud is he, what sounds does he make)

Sanemi is trying not to be very loud as to not embarrass himself in front of you. He grunts and huffs a lot, but he can’t hold himself back anymore when he’s about to cum. That’s where your husband lets out a couple of loud moans before muffling himself by burying his face inside your neck.

He mumbles and praises you a lot during sex, his eyes droopy and mouth slightly agape while his hips move at a fast paste that not even he himself is able to handle. Sanemi is the most vocal while he’s drunk on you, meaning he’ll curse and moan more and louder. He’ll try to hold back by biting his lower lip until it bled, but you can easily make him stop doing that by pulling him into a deep kiss. He’d keep his hips grinding against you while moaning loudly into the kiss.

“You’re so be-beautiful, s-so fucking pretty.. a-ahh- h-haah!! I-I’m c-close, I’m so so.. oh.. fuck, close- fuck, fuck fuck-“

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for him)

Sanemi is actually kind of into blindfolding. When he blindfold you, your husband likes to sneak around and tease you by caressing you or smacking you playfully. But he likes being blindfolded the most, that way he’s on edge about what you’re about to do or how you’ll tease him next. It makes him kind of pissy when you surprise him out of nowhere, but in a horny way? It turns him on when you tease, tease and tease him without doing anything after wards, like tracing his abs with your finger or teasing his tip with your thumb. His hips would buckle into your hand, trying to get more friction and pleasure. If you don’t provide, Sanemi’ll groan and hiss at you, his breath quickening and his hands gripping the headboard.

“F-Fuck, c-c’mon baby g-give me s-something. Touch me, fuck, d-do anything!”

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes…)

Sanemi uncut and 6.2in/15.7cm long and 2.1in/5.3cm thick when hard. He has white, neatly trimmed pubic hair and a low set of jewels. His base is a little lighter than his skintone and his tip is rosy-pink. Veins start popping out more once it’s hard, thick ones decorating his base. One thick vein pops out the most that is located near his tip. He has one scar right above his crotch he never talked about and you never bothered to ask the origins of. (Kind of nervous about this part, didn’t know what to write.)

Y = Yearning (how high is his sex drive?)

It doesn’t take much to make Sanemi horny, your mere existence can put him at full mast any time, but his yearning is fairly normal. He doesn’t often come onto you, but when he does, it’s only when he’s very needy and with precum already staining his uniform. It turns him on when you take the lead, so you sliding your hand into his pants or unbuckling his white belt by reaching around his waist is one of his most favourite ways to be bedded by you. Sometimes he likes cuddling up behind you while you’re busy, pressing his waist right up against you, feeling the curve of your ass press right up against him, fitting together like a puzzle piece. He’d give your waist a teasing squeeze before whispering all the things he wants to do to you into your ear.

“You’re pressin’ right against my dick, huh? You’ve been wantin’ this too? Such a horny wife I got. Tsk.”

Z = Zzz (how quickly he falls asleep afterwards)

Sanemi only lays back and recovers after you’ve already fallen asleep. He likes holding you in his arms, feeling your naked skin against his. It’s the best thing to fall asleep to, so your husband managed to train himself to only fall asleep while having you touch him anywhere on his body. For the better or the worse. Problem is, he has a lot of trouble falling asleep while being away from you.

But overall, it takes a while for Sanemi to fall asleep. He states at your beautiful sleeping face, even if it may not be the most graceful one. His hand would soothingly run up and down your waist, taking his sweet time to take a real good look at your naked body for the time. He’d lean down and plant featherlight kisses all over your neck and shoulder, before finally burying his face in your warm and inviting neck, finally dozing off.

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Ahhh! My first NSFW post done. This Oktober is kind of like a challenge for me in trying out different writing genres, and it’s making me kind of nervous posting this. Maybe even incredibly nervous. I hope this gets received well and was to your liking!

Anyways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough!!

Take care of yourselves <3

🎃 My October event masterlist. 🎃

[vrystalius]

Hi. I know you're super busy and stuff with school and the events and all so no rush or anything (and we did kinda pm about it), but you recently did "Injured, but hiding" with Giyu and I was wonder if (when you have the time) you would be up for doing a Sanemi or Muzan version of that. I just find the concept intriguing. (I'm so not nice to these boys.) Anyway, it really isn't pressing but just if/when you have the time. Hope all is well and you are taking care of yourself. *hugs from afar*

Hiding an injury

You’re injured greatly after being foolishly attacked by some lower rank demon. In order to not appear like a helpless and weak human in front of your husband, you decided to hide it.

Pairing: Muzan x gn!reader

(Muzan sewing your wound)

Muzan knew the moment you stepped into his laboratory that you were injured. He needed just a small glance to know everything that needed to be known. You looked clean but your posture was hunched over, a small speck of blood on your shirt just right next to your collar. The sweet smell of blood surrounded you like a veil, urging and seducing Muzan to move closer and just ravage you all over. Despite being wounded. He smirked to himself and turned back to his experiments, waiting for you whine and tell him about your wound to please treat it for you. Since he was across the room, the severity of your wound wasn’t known to him yet.

Yet, you didn’t come to him. Instead, you dragged yourself to the bathroom and locked the door behind you. Curious, he thinks. Why not come to him first? Muzan’ll happily clean your wound and maybe take some blood samples to check on your general health as well while he’s at it. But no, you’re seemingly content taking care of yourself. Fine then. Already, his brows furrowed and a scowl tool over his face.

Meanwhile, you removed your shirt and inspected yourself in the mirror. The wound was done by a recently turned lower rank aggressively pouncing you. Its master’s smell was all over you but it attacked anyway, causing a rather large and still bleeding wound on your right shoulder. You hissed as you tried to disinfect it, but given its location it proved rather difficult. You didn’t want to go to your husband and whine about your little human pains. You knew that he hates the weak and you’re not sure if he’ll be too happy seeing the spouse he chose being so defenceless against a demon like that. Also, he’a probably busy.

But you are really struggling here, your wound refused to stop bleeding and the amount of towels you were using to try and stop it is already suspicious enough. Who knows if you’re ever going to get the colour and smell out of them? Your reflection in the mirror stared back in disappointment as you threw the bloody towels and shirt aside, opening the bathroom door. You stared at Muzan’s back and how neatly he is dressed, just like always; a black, beautifully patterned west, white button-up shirt, a black tie, his neatly ironed dress pants and shiny leather shoes. You slowly stepped forward, awkwardly fighting with your fingers behind him to wait until he’s finished with whatever he’s doing.

“You smell awfully bloody, darling. What happened?”

He never moved his gaze away from his vials, checking how the colour changed from red to a dark brown. You saw his neck tense by your silence wich made you quickly speak up.

“I-I need your help. Can you help me.. patch.. up?”

The last few words almost sounded forced as your words grew quieter and quieter. Muzan slowly turned to you, standing there, upper body bare. He saw some dried patches of blood reaching over your shoulder and simply raised an eyebrow. His hands slipped the vials back into their holders before turning around and paying his full attention to you now. His finger lifted and made a small spin, silently ordering you to turn around. You lowered your eyes in shame and spun your body slowly, exposing your wound to him. You heard his hands start to go through his desk and a lid of a vial popping off.

Muzan didn’t warn you before applying clean alcohol onto your wound. You suddenly reached behind you to grip onto his dress pangs so you can hold onto something while tanking the pain. You felt his anger brooding inside his body while cleansing your flesh-wound.

“I smell some lowly demon on you. Were you attacked?”

You nodded silently. He hummed before removing the alcohol-drenched cloth and placed it aside, now preparing a needle and a thread. Again, he didn’t warn you before sticking the needle into your skin, sewing your wound together. You cringed at the feeling. One of his hand was stretching the skin a little to make the puncturing of your skin easier. His thumb was softly caressing your shoulder, trying to comfort you silently.

“I’ll deal with whoever injured you, do not worry. Your wound is taken care off, I’ll just need to put some bandages in place.”

You knew his pride was hurt for not telling him sooner, but yet you’re thankful for his help. You nodded your head silently before being turned around by Muzan again. The bloody sewing needle was placed down onto the desk again, his hands resting on your shoulders. His face was awfully close to yours, wich would be romantic or comforting in other moments, but not in this one. In this moment, you felt his eyes ready to burn holes through you. You sensed his hurt pride and anger.

“Tell me in the future right away. I do not wish to see my wife perish so soon. Understood?”

Muzan’s eyes did not leave yours as his hands moved from your collarbone to your cheeks, giving them a small squish.

“I love you.”

You couldn’t help but grin a little.

“Love you too. Sorry for not coming to you right away, I didn’t want to bother you.”

He scoffed and placed a kiss on your cheek, his thumb brushing over your skin. His voice was much more hushed and affectionate now.

“Nonsense, you are no disturbance. Come to me whenever, dear. I’ll always welcome you. Now, be a good wife for me, will you? A kiss, on my lips. Please.”

Even if that magic word “please” was practically pressed out by forcing himself to say it, you happily obliged. One kiss on his lips, one kiss on his nose and one on both of his cheeks will do for now.

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Whumptober prompt: Injured, but hiding

Hello hello! I was planning on writing this anyway since you asked for it while were messaging (or at least expressed the wish to see a version of Injured but hiding with Sanemi or Muzan). I hoped you like it! I’m always super happy seeing you around so I really hope this made your request justice. Big, large bear hugs from afar! You’re one of the first people who began following my blog, so again, thank you for everything!

Anyways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough!!

Take care of yourselves <3

My October event masterlist 🎃

[vrystalius]

Sanemi’s babies

Sanemi has a small collection of rhino-beetles and is raising them in the garden of your house. Now, his favourite one is missing and he is incredibly distressed.

Pairing: husband!Sanemi x married!gn!reader

Japanese rhinoceros beetle: The Japanese rhinoceros beetle are commonly found in continental Asia in countries such as China, the Korean peninsula, Japan, and Taiwan. In these areas, this species of beetle is often found in broad-leaved forests with tropical or sub-tropical climates.

Sanemi barely gets nervous these days. Since the demons are dead and there are no threats except his own imagination and nightmares, he allowed himself to be more relaxed. Less angry, stressed and full of adrenaline. It’s nice to not have your heart beat at the speed of light and constantly feel alert and paranoid. His biggest worry these days is making sure to keep you happy and taking care of his babies.

They’re not human though, his babies, you two haven’t come that far yet. His Japanese rhinoceros beetles— the ones he raised all the way from eggs, to larvae and to full adult beetles. Sanemi feeds every beetle personally, gave them names, kept track of their relationships with other beetles and build them a habitat himself. He keeps them in the garden of your estate underneath the porch so no birds can pick them up. It’s a daily routine for him to pick the beetles up from their habitat and let them roam around in the garden, keeping a close eye to make sure they’re all safe.

But his time, after picking and placing beetles down onto the lush grass and greeting every single one personally, your husband noticed something. His favourite one, the one he named Geya, is gone. It had a beautiful dark brown, almost black shell and impressive horns on his head, with those he managed to win so many fights your husband put him up with! But now, he’s missing. Sanemi was frantically searching the self-build habitat and all the favourite places of Geya. He’s not on the tree stumps, not buried in the ground or inside the small pile of leafs. So, he counted through all the other beetles again; Onabai is present, so is Yogmei, Gakaya, Nemouk, Misuri, Nobushi and Jitanro. Where the hell is Geya?!

You noticed your husband running around in the courtyard like a lunatic. You stopped in your way to the kitchen for snacks to watch him lift rocks, check every tree on all sides, open the ground by digging with his fingers and counting through his beetles over and over and over again. Sanemi looked so stressed, the sleeves of his yukata crumpled up to his bicep, his veins bulging in his arms and threatening to burst from the sheer intensity of tension in them. You stepped onto the porch and watched your husband crouch over your planted vegetables, his hand itching out to rip them out and check in the soil for his beetle. That made you finally call out to him.

“Shinazugawa Sanemi, just what in the world are you doing?! Get away from my vegetables, now!”

He almost jumped out of his skin hearing your stern voice scold him. Your husband quickly straightened up and faced you, his fists clenched on his sides. His brows were furrowed in stress, but his lips were a little pouty. You saw him mumbling something while kicking his feet slightly. You couldn’t hear him across the garden, so you called out to him.

“What did you say?”

“I lost Geya!!”

Sanemi yelled, the shout being directed at himself and not at you, running his hands through his hair, still avoiding looking into your eyes. He looked embarrassed of loosing his favourite beetle, the one he was the most proud of. Geya had trouble walking during the first few weeks of his early developing after the larva stage, so Sanemi made sure to feed him all the nutrients and more, helped him train to walk by bringing him outside more and introducing him to the other beetles wich helped Geya to copy their walking style. You saw your husband sob after noticing how well his little pride and joy is doing and how his beetle is now walking without problems. Seeing Sanemi so distraught at his missing baby, you cannot not offer help.

“Where does he usually hide?”

“I already checked all his favourite places. He’s nowhere.”

He shrugged and looked around the garden to think of any other places Geya could hide. You nodded and decided to check the inside of the house while he searches the outside again. The beetle was not in the kitchen, nor in the bedroom, bathroom, cellar or wherever else you could think of. While checking the cupboards again in case the beetle was attracted to the foods you store there, starter laughing loudly and parading through the gardens. After lifting your head and glancing outside to the porch, you saw your husband proudly parade through your garden, with Geya sitting on his palms, wich he was holding far over his head. The brightest grin ever spread all over his face after finally finding his beloved beetle.

“Where was it?”

You quickly head outside, watching Sanemi petting and cupping the bug in his palm.

“He was hiding under the porch. You didn’t like the hot sun, didn’t you? Don’t ever do that to me again, okay? Be good now.”

Seeing your husband babytalk a beetle with a quiet, cutesy voice made you want to both laugh and cringe. You know that both reactions will offend him, so you kept quiet and let him have his moment with his so-called baby. Sanemi set Geya down in the grass, reuniting him with his other friends. He proudly watched them all interact and roam around for a moment before gesturing you to come closer. With a sigh, you obliged and stood beside him, glancing down at the beetles. Sanemi wrapped his arm around your waist and pressed kisses all over your cheek.

“I’m so proud of ‘em. So fuckin’ proud.”

Nodding, you placed a return kiss on his cheek. He grinned at the affection and got quiet, just watching his beetles walk around and push each other around. Sanemi broke the silence.

“Let’s have kids.”

“… huh?”

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Fictober prompt: “I can’t find it”

I hope you all get the references with the names XD I wanna imagine Sanemi laying on his stomach, kicking his feet in the air and grinning while watching his beetles fight amongst each other. He’s healing his inner child! Also, I assisted in a school event today and managed to win a couple prizes during a game! I got a chocolate penguin, bread baking cylinders that are designed in different shapes for different shaped bread, an LED lamp and some origami paper!! I love bread so I am very excited about the shape thingies. Also, the chocolate penguin is already eaten and gone.

Anyways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough!

Take care of yourselves <3

[vrystalius]

pt.2 // NSFW Alphabet — Muzan Kibutsuji

Part two of the NSFW Alphabet, all about the demon king.

Pairing: Muzan x afab!reader

Here is part one.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving)

Receiving

The only time Muzan openly moans to show his satisfaction is when you suck him off. He loves it. The wetness, warmth, tightness and your gaging while you try and take him all in one go is entertaining to him. Seeing your teary eyes and pretty lips all stretched out makes him want to grab a fistful of your hair and pull you even more onto his length, wanting to see just how much can you can take of him down your throat. The imagine alone makes his thighs shiver and tremble.

Giving

It’s his favourite meal and favourite way to please you, even if he is quite the selfish lover. Sometimes he’ll intentionally be slow and teasing to make your hip buckle against him. Muzan needs to see how much you want it, how much you want him. He can control the length and width of his tongue at free will and be rest assured that you two will try every tongue-combination on earth to find out how to make you cum the hardest and quickest.

P = Pace (Is he fast and rough? Slow and sensual?)

On most nights, Muzan is rough and fast, overwhelming you with the pace, his hips snapping against yours faster than you can process. But sometimes, when he is in a sappy mood, he likes to be more cuddly. Especially when apart from you for a period of time (two days max), that’s where he wants to be a little cuddlier. Emphasis on little. He’s bury his face in your neck or trail kisses and bites all down your body while he grinds his hips against yours in a calmer rhythm, before lifting his head and analysing your expression. Then, he’d lift his torso to hover over you while beginning to get faster and much, much harder.

Sometimes, Muzan even growls. That’s only happens if you get lucky and he lost in the sauce, literally.

Q = Quickie (his opinions on quickies)

They’re convenient and as the name states, quick. It’s fast and convenient relief from any stress or anger he has been holding, and besides, he can spend more time admiring you like that. It’s hot to see Muzan unravel before you for just a moment, how he was struggling with opening his shirt that he just resolves to ripping it open, or how messy his hair feels when you run your fingers through it and how flustered he gets after finishing. He’d turn his back and you and pull his pants properly back up, slipping his belt back in and scowling at the missing buttons in his expensive vest. It’s also kind of funny seeing Muzan become a little awkward and not knowing what to do with you now. Normally, you’d be laying in bed and maybe cuddling or talk about whatever, but he can’t really do that now, can he?

“Th-Thank you. I’ll be seeing you later in my chambers, I assume.”

R = Risk (Is he game to experiment?)

Depends on what you mean with risk. Muzan does not want to risk being seen by any other demon, god forbid upper moons. If you suggest testing out different things to use in the bedroom, like toys, restrains, kinks or whatnot, he might be down for it. It depends how submissive you want him to be during those try-outs. He might secretly want to be submissive, but not openly just yet. He’s embarrassed of wanting that.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can he go for? how long does he last?)

Muzan can last forever and how many rounds you want him to. He’ll adapt to your stamina and how much of him you can handle at once, but sometimes he’ll convince you to go for a couple more rounds— your all-time record of rounds was 8. He regards it as improvement from the 2 rounds before, but he wants to increase that number by a little…

T = Toys (does he own toys? does he use them?)

No, no toys. He wants you to get pleasure through him— Muzan gets moody when he catches you masturbate. How dare you not come to him when you’re in the mood?

U = Unfair (how much does he tease?)

If he weren’t the king of demons, Muzan is the king of teasing, both physically and mentally. He withholds himself until you beg for him to finally take you. Once he does, it won’t be like you wanted it though. His hips would rest against yours, waiting for you to whimper and stutter that you want him to move. Muzan likes to be overwhelmingly fast afterwards, asking you if you like it how to scream his name. His shit-eating grin makes your thighs shiver even harder while his fingers keep teasing his clit, flicking and chuckling at your reactions.

“What do you want me to do, hm? Faster? Come on, hun. Spell it out for me.”

V = Volume (how loud is he, what sounds does he make)

Muzan growls, hums and grunts, but not very loudly. He’ll show how much he enjoys by blushing and his hands desperately clinging into you while his brows furrow together. He’s trying very hard not to become undone right in front of you, keeping up the facade of a cool and collected even while pounding himself into you. One time, you felt his chest vibrate against yours in a purring manner. You never asked him about that, fearing that he might get pissy about being exposed like that.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for him)

Muzan possesses five brains and likes to store photographic-memories inside them (although certain memories about a certain someone would rather be forgotten), and those memories include you. He likes to remember every single detail about when you two have sex, every area he touched before, every single facial expression you blessed his eyes with before, what makes you moan the loudest, the list goes on… Those memories and sights serve him well during solo-sessions, but he appreciates them the most when you are with him. That way he can create more pictures to remember, but also use past memories to recreate the old sights for future use.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes…)

You can’t really describe it— he can change it at will. The only thing that stays consistent is the pale colour and his pride for it.

Y = Yearning (how high is his sex drive?)

His sex drive isn’t particularly high, he adapts to your needs. Or that’s what Muzan has been telling himself— He’s fairly needy and expects you to meet them. He’d cuddle up behind you while you are busy, pressing his whole body up against you and letting his hands roam shamelessly while mumbling into your ear why he wants you right now and how much he wants to feel you around him. He’ll talk dirty and tease you with his hands until you either shoo him away or give in.

“Whatever do you mean by that? I am not too much. Be grateful that I love you or else I would’ve slice your head off.”

Z = Zzz (how quickly he falls asleep afterwards)

He doesn’t need sleep and therefore likes to stay awake to watch over you. Muzan’s fingers would gently run through your messed up hair, gently massaging your scalp while holding you close against his body while you sleep. A small smile would rest on his face while seeing you so vulnerable. You’re like a bunny walking into the jaws of a wolf— so naive you are. That’s what’s so enticing about you, isn’t it? His fingers would slowly move from your hair to the warm skin of your shoulders, his sharp nails almost breaking your delicate skin. During those moments he truly realises how much he fell for you.

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My Tamagotchi just arrived!! It’s the hashira version, meaning my Tsugoku is going to evolve into one of the hashira depending on how I care for it. I’m so excited for it! Also, tomorrow is the start of my trick or treat event. Please send in some requests for it if you like!

Anways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough!!

Take care of yourselves <3

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[vrystalius]

Never giving up on Sanemi, even after pushing you away

He flinches, he yells, he can’t sleep and keeps trying to push you away, but you won’t give up on your husband that easily.

Pairing: Sanemi x gn!reader

(Post-story, infinity castle arc spoiler warning! Traumatised-ish Sanemi)

You two haven’t slept in separate beds yet, but you might as well should. Ever since settling down in the outskirts of a peaceful village and starting a life without demons lurking, Sanemi has changed a lot. He isn’t the loving, cuddly and sometimes overprotective husband. He is flinching every time you come close and immediately pulls away when you try to touch him. His words drip of venom as he tells you to just leave him be, he’s not in the mood for lovely dovely things right now. But he really is anymore.

All your husband does is sit on the porch with his katana and stare into the woods. Watching. Checking. Paranoid demons may be lurking even after watching the demon king be beheaded and eradicated. His grip on the sheath of his katana was tight and if you tried to gently slip it out of his hand, Sanemi’d aggressively pull away and yell at you to just leave him alone, damn it!

You were incredibly worried about your husband and how obviously he is traumatised about everything that happened. You know he tends to suppress his emotions, especially during his hashira years. All this anger and fear that he bottled up is all overflowing now, affecting you.

You laid on your side of the bed, showing your back to him. Sanemi was having another nightmare, you could hear it. The sheets were shuffling beside you and his breaths came out in a short, ragged rhythm. You wanted to roll over and reach out, touch his shoulder and wake him up, pulling your husband into your arms, telling him it’s okay. But it might make him feel worse, you watched how he jumped everytime you touched him so innocently to pull him into a kiss or just a hug. Now that you were thinking about it, when was the last time you kissed him?

Then finally, Sanemi gasped sharply, his arm reaching out for something in the darkness, before tiredly falling back onto the mattress. Everything got silent, only yours and his breaths filling the quietness between you two. You slowly and carefully rolled over to not startle him. His eyes were unfocused and oh so tired. You wanted to brush some hair out of his face and caress his scalp like you used to, remembering the calming effect it had on him, but you didn’t.

“Sanemi, please.”

He didn’t blink, still staring at a non-existent point in the darkness above.

“Talk to me. Tell me what’s wrong so I can help. You’re hurting so much…”

Silent tears began to well up in your eyes but you quickly wiped them away. Sanemi remained silent, rolling over and showing his back to you. A deep sigh escaped your lips as you did the same thing, burying your face in the sheets in an attempt to muffle any sobs daring to exit your mouth. You thought he fell asleep when you didn’t hear him speak.

“I keep seeing him, my brother.”

Your husband mumbled. His voice was deep and raspy, but quiet. You listened, letting him talk.

“I keep thinking he’s there in the corner, or the guys with the black hairs in the village. I’m dreamin’ of him all the time.”

The sheets ruffled beside you and you sensed how Sanemi was facing you now. You didn’t turn around yet, wanting to let him vent.

“I see the six-eyed-freak, blood, fucking blood everywhere. The corridors, Himejima.. I see it all. Every night.”

You heard how his voice began to break slightly. That finally made you turn around, seeing your husband tearing up. You hesitantly reached out and cupped his cheek. Sanemi closed his eyes, carefully leaning into your touch. His lower lip was quivering and his brows furrowed together.

“I’m sorry I keep yellin’, I’m just fucking messed up. I couldn’t protect my fucking brother, couldn’t protect shit…”

Tears couldn’t stop running down his cheek while he was rapidly trying to wipe them away. You moved closer, using both of your hands to cradle his handsome face, wiping the salty tears with your thumb. Sanemi sobbed, holding onto your clothes desperately. He pulled you closer slowly snd wrapped his arms around you, burying his face in your neck. You felt how his whole body was shaking.

“Shh, shhh… It’s okay, you’re going to be okay…Shhh..”

You tightly held him against you, your hand rubbing his back soothingly. He was still sobbing, maybe even louder now, wrapping his legs around you. You sighed quietly.

“We’re going to get through this, okay? You’ll be fine… It wasn’t your fault. You’ll be okay…”

Sanemi shook his head, clinging onto you for dear life.

“I’m sorry, I’m fucking messed up. You shouldn’t be with me, you need someone normal, a fucking healthy person. Not me, not me damn it…”

It was like he was apologising for being severely traumatised, as if it was his fault. Your tight embrace of him never wavered, giving him a little comfort. His tears stopped flowing, now being reduced to just sobbing and shaking. Your hand began working through his hair like you always used to do.

“No, I want to be with you. I choose to be with you, Sanemi. You’re my husband and I love you so so much, more than you can ever imagine.”

You planted a soft kiss on his forehead.

“We’ll get through his together. I’ll stay with you, we can do baby steps. One at a time.”

You wrapped your arms tightly around his shoulders, pressing his head against your chest. Sanemi closely nuzzled against your warm skin, listening to your heartbeat. His hands were still having a death grip on your pyjamas. He nodded quietly.

“Okay… Okay.”

“I love you, Sanemi. I always will.”

Your husband nodded slowly, finally regulating his breathing, his grip loosening.

“Me too. I love you.”

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Fictorber prompt: “I will never give you up.”

Oh jeez I’m so tired. I debated writing today but managed to do it, but now off to bed I go! I’m completely spent for no reason XD

Anyways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough.

Take care of yourselves <3

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[vrystalius]

Live to see another day

After the Mugen Train incident your husband Kyojuro is slowly recovering with your help.

Pairing: Kyojuro x gn!reader

Despite all his injuries and great pains, your husband’s bright smile matches that of the sun. You dream of it every night, how life was before Kyojuro went on that damned mission that caused so much suffering and pain for the both of you. Yet, despite everything, he pushed through and forces himself through physical therapy in hopes to recover fully. Your head was resting on your crossed arms, on the hospital bed your husband was laying in. You weren’t planning on falling asleep like this, but you were so, so tired from everything yesterday.

Shinjuro came to visit and caused nothing but make Kyojuro’s heart-rate rapidly rise, his eye sight in the injuried eye got worse, his resistance to the pain-medication that Shinobu assigned to him increase and with that his pain got more intense. You thought your husband was getting better. Last night you were even able to crawl into his narrow hospital bed and cuddle with him. The first time in months. It was so nice to feel his arms wrapped around your body. His touch felt so securing and as if nothing in the world matters anymore, as if Kyojuro can protect you from anything. Even if he may be bedridden for so many more months.

You didn’t want to open your eyes yet despite waking up. You can’t look at your husband’s bandaged body yet, it’s too early in the morning for that. Your body relaxed in the awkward position you were in, your arms stretching and spreading out to carefully rest them over his legs. You wanted to feel him close but weren’t sure where you’re allowed to touch him without him giving you a pained smile and gently reminding you that what you just touched was making him want to cripple in pain. You left Kyojuro’s legs shift beneath your arms and you carefully pulled them back to your body, fearing you might did exactly what you were afraid of doing— hurting him. You slowly opened your eyes but didn’t lift your head, staring at your husband’s handsome, bandaged face from where you were resting your head. He was surprisingly awake already, staring right at you. Was he watching you sleep? You gave him a weak grin and rubbed your eyes, sitting upright on the incredibly uncomfortable chair you were sitting in, stretching your tired limbs. Kyojuro watched quietly.

“Good morning. You shouldn’t sleep like that, my flame. You will get back aches.”

You stretched your back and groaned loudly, proving his point. He laughed quietly, his eyes sparkling at the sight of you. His hand slowly reached out to your cheek and pulled your attention back on him. You carefully leaned into his touch, placing a small kiss into his palm.

“How are you feeling? You need anything for the pain?”

Your voice was still laced with sleep. Kyojuro shook his head slightly and pulled you a little closer.

“I’m fine love. Just stay with me, please.”

How could you refuse that wish? You scooted closer with your chair and rested your head on the edge of his pillow. His arm weakly wrapped around your shoulders, his fingers tracing loose patterns on your arm. His head slowly moved closer to yours, resting on top of yours. His warmth was radiating off his body and his touch was relaxing to the point of melting against his body. You lifted your arm and hovered over his chest and glanced at him, silently ask for permission to wrap your arm around his shoulders. A smile spread on Kyojuro’s face and he planted a kiss on the side of your head, nodding quietly. Slowly, your arm lowered to rest on his shoulder. You closely watched for flinches or pained expressions in case you were hurting him in any way, but wrapping your arm around his shoulder seemed fine. Tension left out of your body as you smiled softly. Kyojuro sighed contently and closer his eyes for a moment. The morning sun began to illuminate you two, the comforting warmth acting like a cozy blanket tucking you two in.

“I love you... Thank you for everything, my love.”

He turned his head slowly to look at you, his hand giving your arm a weak squeeze. There it was again, Kyojuro’s brightest smile that was able to brighten up even the most depressing days. You can’t even begin to comprehend how glad you are that your husband returned back to you, to your arms.

What would you do without him?

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Fictober prompt: “It’s a new day, let’s go.”

I was planning on posting something for Akaza today, but a mutual randomly reminded me that today is the fourth anniversary of the Mugen Train Arc release date (in Japan) and I thought I should write something for our best boy <3 I miss him greatly. I just noticed that I need a plushie of him or a figurine, I have neither although he was my first favourite character in the whole series. I want a big, huge plushie of him :(

Anyways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough!!

Take care of yourselves <3

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[vrystalius]

Gyutaro’s favourite scent

Your scent is what absolutely drives him insane and brings Gyutaro comfort at the same time.

Pairing: Gyutaro x gn!reader

Gyutaro stinks. At least he thinks that he reeks of death and decay, the musk of rotten and that fresh corpses surrounds him at all times, and yet, you invite him to lay in your clean and scented sheets. He is so afraid of offending you by making them dirty or drenching them in his nauseating smell, but you never seem to mind. Quite the opposite, really. You’re happy to invite him into your arms and pet his back snd trace his skin with your fingers. Your hands always feel so soft everytime you glide them across his sickly body. It makes him forget for just a moment that he is a bloodthirsty and almost animalistic demon, able to murder you any time. Even despite his smells, his body and his nature as a whole, you keep inviting and expecting him back in the evenings to cuddle with you.

Sometimes if you’re not home during the times he comes to visit, wich is very rarely given that he’s crawling through your window around midnight and early morning, Gyutaro goes through your closet. He doesn’t have any ulterior motives or perverse intentions, defiling you like that would never cross his mind. You are too pure to him for that. Instead, he hogs your worn clothes to find comfort. Everytime you invite him to your bed for warmth and cuddles, your smell surrounds him. Your sheets, pillows, your clothes and maybe even your plush toys— all of those smell just like love to him. Like you

So, if you’re not around and Gyutaro craves you regardless, he’d curl up on your bed and hug your pillow tightly, your clothes laying on and around him. He’s way too tall and large to wear anything, so instead your adorable boyfriend uses the largest shirt as a substitute blanket. Gyutaro feels disgusting for misusing your trust for selfish reasons like this. He should be ashamed of himself and he is, but scratching his skin open would cause him to bleed over all your sheets and clothes so he won’t be doing that. Even if he really wishes to.

You found him cuddled up in this makeshift nest after coming home. He was looking so adorably innocent. That man has never eaten or killed in his whole entire life for all you know. You couldn’t even resist joining him. His eyes were shining brightly after noticing that you came home, kicking off the t-shirt of his body and wrapping his thin arms around your body, encircling you fully. Gyutaro let out a soft whine after burying his face in your neck and taking a deep breath.

“Where were y-you? You c-can’t leave without telling me… I thought y-you left me…”

His croaky voice was quieter than usual. Your hand began caressing the back of his head, soothing him. His grip got tighter.

“I’m sorry. It looked like you were fine though.”

Gyutaro opened his eyes giving you a nasty look before contently closing them again. His cold breaths touching your neck were making you shiver, but you didn’t mind at all. Your fingers ran through his matted hair while you placed kisses on his face.

He doesn’t even know how much you really love him. You doubt that Gyutaro’s able to comprehend the amount of it anyway.

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Today, some of my lessons suddenly got cancelled, meaning I got some time to catch up with my October event. With this fic and the one I’ll be posting in the eventing I’ll finally be caught up! I think this was the compensation for missing a day because I spend more time writing the Kyojuro alphabet, I’m not sure though. Anyways, haven’t written for this adorable and handsome man in a while, so here you go!

Anyways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough <3

Take care or yourselves!

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[vrystalius]

Injured, but hiding it from Giyu

You already stitched up your wound yourself, so you don’t have to worry about it, Right?

Pairing: Giyu x gn!hashira!reader

(Descriptions of the wound)

Giyu and you were assigned to patrol an area around the Butterfly Mansion to regulate the demons attempting to approach Shinobu’s clinic in hopes to get at least a small taste of fresh blood from these injured slayers resting there. Now, you are surrounded by those trying to get a small taste of your blood.

You got slashed on your waist from a solo-mission not too long ago, it was a small flesh-wound at first, nothing too worrisome. Equipped with a small sewing kit that was supposed to be used on your uniform in case it rips, you managed to close it up and prevent it from bleeding. You never bothered to stop by Aoi or Shinobu and get it checked out since in your unprofessional opinion, you believed those tiny strings are going to keep your wound closed properly. Looking back, you think those strands wouldn’t be able to even hold your uniform together.

Giyu was busy beheading weaker demons while leaving you to fight the stronger one, believing that you’ll be perfectly capable of handling it on your own. You were sluggish though, careful not to rip your diy-stitches and just being tired by the healing process. It hurts everytime you moved, even a little. Walking is a pain too for some reason, even though your wound was on your side.

You suddenly felt a sharp pain take over your whole body, making you stumble and hesitate for a moment. The demon took the opportunity to jump and try to hurt you further, but Giyu was faster. He noticed your stumbling and quickly rushed over after beheading the last demon on his side before rushing over to yours. The head of the demon rolled over the ground, the body disappearing into ashes. Slowly, you felt your yukata get soaked by a warm liquid, making you glance down. Shit.

Your wound seemingly reopened. That was probably the pain you felt. It hurts like hell, feeling the fabric of your uniform stick to your wound. Your skin felt like it tore a little due to the holes of the stitches, making you hunch over in pain. Giyu noticed your groaning and glanced at you, noticing the blood beginning to seep through your clothes. His eyes looked frantic as he harshly gripped your yukata, ripping it off your shoulders and revealing your blood soaked uniform beneath.

“What is that?”

He asked you even though he knew exactly what he was looking at. Before you could stop him, he ripped your shirt open to reveal the wound. It was hot to the touch and slightly yellow around the edges, the ripped strings inside your flesh wound now. His brows furrowed and his grip tightened on your shirt. You held him by his wrists, blushing just a little.

“It was just a little slash before, I thought I sewed it shut properly.”

The water hashira’s face contorted into… anger? Giyu inhaled sharply and closed his eyes for a moment before slipping his own haori off his shoulders, pressing it tightly against your wound to try and stop the bleeding. He used your bloody yukata to make a shapeshift bandage and keep his haori on your wound.

“You should have told someone. You should have told me. You weren’t even in the clinic by the looks of it. Your wound is infected.”

His voice sounded heavily annoyed, but more worried than angry for some reason. His face was contorted into an expression of stress. His hand was tightly gripping on your arm, dragging you towards the butterfly estate, carefully but still hurriedly.

“Someone needs to patrol the area, there’re a lot of demons and-“

“I can send some other slayers out.”

He interrupted you sharply. Giyu is being weirdly attentive right now, usually he’d just give you some side eyes during meetings or slip sweets out of his sleeves randomly and offer them to you with such a casual looking expression. It flustered you sometimes but that’s all, but him dragging you to Shinobu feels… nice. Even though he may just want to keep you alive and well without infected wounds. Maybe he is just being a good friend right now and you’re thinking too much of it.

“You should’ve told me, you are being irresponsible. As a hashira you should well know why you should recover after missions, take care of wounds… don’t be stupid.”

He turned his head to you, checking on your condition and the bleeding. After seeing you soak his haori further in blood, he stopped in his tracks and instead resorted to pick you up. It was sudden, being thrown over his shoulder like that.

“We have to hurry, you’re bleeding heavily.“

Giyu was now running towards the mansion, holding you close and securing you with his arms.

“Tell me next time you have a wound like that. I need to know.”

He kept running, Shinobu’s clinic now slowly coming into view. His footsteps began slowing down but his touch remained tight on your waist.

“I care. I really do. Don’t be this reckless in the future.”

You know that his words may be harsh at times but… you know that Giyu cares. Perhaps magically pulling snacks out of his sleeves is his way to make a friend.

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Whumptober prompt: Hiding an injury

I’m trying to circle through the characters snd not neglect anyone but it’s kinda hard :,) I am very forgetful and tend to forget who I already wrote for, even AFTER checking my mastlerlist- so uh. Request some characters if you like!

Anyways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough!

Take care of yourselves <3

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[vrystalius]

NSFW Alphabet — Kokushibo

An NSFW alphabet all about the Upper Moon One.

Pairing: Kokushibo x gn!human!reader

(Spoilers for his backstory during E=Experience, no mentioning of any descriptions of reader’s body)

A = Aftercare (what is he like after sex?)

Kokushibo is silently attentive and affectionate. He won’t really talk about what you two just did or verbally check on your condition, but would tend to you with small gestures. Only his main two eyes would be open, as a sign of vulnerability and trust, while draping either his signature haori or the bedsheets over you, keeping you warm. His cool hand would gently brush over skin, massaging sore areas here and there. His face sometimes would be buried in your neck, taking deep breaths and engraving your smell and comforting warmth into his memory.

If Kokushibo ever speaks, it would be to ask you about how you’re feeling and doing right now or if you need anything, like human food or water. Sometimes, rarely, he’d whisper quiet love declarations or promises of eternal devotion.

“You look ethereal, love. Here, take my haori. I want my scent marking you.”

B = Body part (his favourite body part of his and yours)

Kokushibo takes incredible pride in his sculpted body. It rivals that of gods and he loves to show it off, especially to your eyes. He’d flex his forearms whenever grabbing something that is out of reach for you, the sleeves of his haori deliciously sliding back to his bicep to reveal those heavily trained muscles to you. Whenever he trains, Kokushibo makes sure to do it without wearing anything on top to show off his beautiful back and front muscles, especially his chest and shoulders. He loves pressing you down onto the mattress and watch your eyes widen at the sight of him slowly flexing his muscles. It is slightly intimidating to you, but he enjoys demonstrating just how incredibly strong he really is.

His absolute favourite part on you is your soft, delicate and vulnerable neck. It takes all of his self control to not just lean down and take a large bite and to nibble on your delicate skin. The thought of you drawing blood or squirming under him stirs some kind of predator instinct within him that makes him want to ravage you in full.

“Roll your head for me, I need to bite your neck.”

C = Cum (anything to do with cum)

Upper Moon One can control his body at the fullest, wich also includes his bodily essence. It satisfies him the most to see his cum on your thighs and stomach, watching it run across your warm skin. Sometimes, he’d wipe a little off with his finger and offer it to you by holding it against your lips, waiting if you’ll deny or accept this gesture. All six of his eyes would be focused on the white streaks decorating your skin.

Kokushibo also really wants to cum inside you. Perhaps it’s his human desires and life he long forgot about stirring back to the surface, taking over his instincts and desperately wanting to stuff you full with his essence and just watch it seep out. But he hasn’t voiced this desire yet.

“My essence suits you. It makes you look more beautiful being decorated by it.”

D = Dirty secret (a dirty secret of his)

It’s not a very sexual secret but a dirtier secret nonetheless; Kokushibo secretly enjoys observing you during everyday things. Bathing, undressing, eating or just sleeping, it just feels very intimate observing you do such things. What will you do if you knew? Perhaps you’re knowing that your lover is observing in secret and just don’t want to invite him to join you in the warm bath, but he’s fine with that. Kokushibo is content watching you enjoy yourself.

Sometimes, he hopes to catch you during more… intimate moments. He wants to catch you with your hand between your legs, trying to recreate the pleasures he gave you over and over. If he ever did catch you during a moment like that, Kokushibo would not hesitate to pounce and ravage you completely.

E = Experience (How experienced is he?)

Despite being married and having a child and a pregnant wife during his human years, he barely had intercourse with her. Kokushibo, or Michikatsu back then, never really paid attention to his late wife anyway, being distracted by the chase of power. Sex with her wasn’t that enjoyable either. It was just a tool to generate heirs.

Kokushibo doesn’t remember his human years or his past, so to himself, he’s technically still a virgin. He never bothered to waste thoughts or time on doing activities like that. As a demon and Upper Moon One, he has much better things to do. Muzan wouldn’t approve of these things either, so he never sought after getting experience in the sexual department. That of course changed after falling head over heels for you.

“You’d like to.. what? Why would you want to sit on my face? What pleasure would that give me?”

P = Position (his favourite positions)

1. Mating press

It’s again stirring something deep inside of his mind pressing your knees against your chest and stuffing his length over and over inside of you, holding eye contact and closely watching your reactions to bullying your cervix. He would loudly groan when you squeeze around him, giving your thighs an encouraging spank. You would have the perfect view of his godly body and his length driving in and out of you with ungodly speed.

2. From behind

He particularly enjoys pressing his chest up against your back, his arms on both sides of your torso keeping you down against the mattress. Sometimes he may hold you by your neck or pull your head, whipping your head back so he can breathe and groan against your ear, muttering praises or teases to make you squirm even more.

G = Goofy (Is he more serious in the moment? Or humorous? etc.)

Kokushibo is anything but humorous during sex. At least not intentionally. If you ever giggle or laugh at something he did or is doing, he might get offended or very confused. What is so funny about making love to you, hm?

H = Hair (How well-groomed is he?)

He keeps himself well groomed to both pride himself further and make the experience more pleasant for you. Kokushibo takes care of his body very well anyway, so why not go the extra step and trim his pubic hair while he’s at it? Surprisingly to you, the rest of his body is cleanly shaved as well. It just makes him feel better, feeling you glide your fingers over his cool skin, feeling the muscle beneath without the disturbance of hair in the way.

Kokushibo also doesn’t really care if you shave or not, he just prefers it if you do. It feels nicer to him to have smooth skin against smooth, but again, he doesn’t care that much.

“Dear, I want you now. You don’t have to shave beforehand, I don’t care for that right now.”

I = Intimacy (How is he during the moment? Romantically.)

Kokushibo isn’t verbally romantic, meaning he doesn’t whisper sweet nothings and affections into your ear, but he lets his gestures speak for him. Leaning his forehead against yours to savour the moment, his hands lingering on your waist for a moment, his eyes softening ever so slightly when taking in your form. He loves you dearly but struggles to express it with his words, so your lover would try to compensate with gestures and touches during sex. Even if it doesn’t feel very lovely being manhandled like that.

“Hah… you’re doing so.. so well for me. Good job. Good… gods, I love you.”

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He is very clinical when it comes to masturbation. He doesn’t do it for pleasure but to release pent-up frustrations or desires he has been bottling up. His strokes would be quick, almost aggressive and borderline abuse on his own body, that’s how quickly Kokushibo wants it over with. Of course he’d prefer to just have sex with you, but if you are unavailable for whatever reason, he’d make it at least a little enjoyable for himself by imagining you right here, with him, masturbating alongside or maybe just watching him. Having your eyes on him while pleasuring himself like this, fuck. That thought is intoxicating. And also the exact reason why he always finishes so quickly after barely even starting.

The pleasure would be brief- almost non-existent. Kokushibo feels a little humiliated at the fact that he resulted to such measures, just because he misses you. How far had he fallen from grace, all because of you?

K = Kink (one or more of his kinks)

1. Marking

Sinking his teeth into your skin, leaving marks, bruises and hickeys. That’s what makes him loose himself in pleasure. Sometimes, Kokushibo’ll bite too hard and draw blood. He’d lick it all away, savouring your flavour of your metallic life essence. It makes his demonic part of him go a little feral, wanting him to bite harder, deeper and more, but he wont. He’ll need to satisfy himself by eating a meal after all of this.

He’d be very surprised if you decide to mark him. Your bites will heal very quickly, but Kokushibo appreciated your gesture. A small smirk would grow on his face at your adorable attempt to leave a mark on him.

2. Praise

Making you moan and squirm is one of the greatest pleasures you can ever give to him. Making you feel good and hearing you express it is almost as satisfying as becoming the strongest demon after Muzan. Kokushibo doesn’t want to hear obvious praises like about how good it feels or what a good job he’s doing, or god forbid you try calling him a good boy (he will stop mid thrust and leave you be to take care of your own needs without him. He does not need to be belittled like that). Your lover wants to hear you moan, whimper, maybe even scream or mumble incoherent sentences. That’s when he knows he’s doing a good job.

“Bite me harder. Try it.”

L = Location (favourite places to take you)

Of course, it would he inside the walls of the Infinity castle, hidden away from prying eyes. Kokushibo likes taking his time with you, so he’d preferably do it in a private space rather than outside in the nature. Besides, it’s much comfortable doing it on tatami mats or the ceiling of your bedroom (he attempted to try something new) rather than grass or a wooden trunk. If you insist on doing it somewhere a little more public, he’d oblige.

M = Motivation (What turns him on, gets him going?)

The thought of being domestic with you weirdly turns him on. He never expected to think like that, but watching you “wifely” things is calming and relaxing to him. And is turning him on.

He might silently sneak up behind you, his hand sliding up your robes or shirt, feeling your warm skin, trying to distract you from whatever mundane task you’re doing and trying to turn your attention to him. All six of his eyes would be focused solely on you.

What also turns him on is you being vulnerable around him. Trust is a very important factor to Kokushibo, especially how you trust him. He is a demon, you are a human. If he’d like to he can slice your throat or slap your head off your shoulders in less than a second, yet you sleep beside him every night as if he doesn’t eat your kind to keep himself sustained and get more powerful. So, it also arouses him seeing you carelessly slip into his arms, kiss his cheek or grin so happily at him. Gods, you’re killing him.

N = No (something he wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Kokushibo is a very loyal man would never dream of betraying you in any way. So, things like cucking or swinging is an immediate no. (Although, humiliatingly enough, the fantasy of Muzan taking you in front of his eyes did cross his mind once)

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving)

Receiving

He’d prefer to receive rather to give. Feeling your throat squeeze around his length, your gagging reflex fighting against the intrusion, your doe-eyes looking up at him and your tongue teasing his base sends him places. All of his eyes would be tightly shut to spare you from the sight of his eyeballs running back into his skull. His jaw would be clenched shut. If he didn’t tense it so hard, it would be agape and drooling.

Giving

He prefers to receive but watching you moan and try to escape his sweet, sweet assault on your most sensitive area. His tongue would be teasing your bud, sucking and gently biting, testing to see what you like the most. Kokushibo would he a messy eater, your essence running down his chin while he is completely intoxicated by your taste. He just wants to delve deeper and deeper, but his tongue only reaches so far. Perhaps he manipulate his own flesh to make it longer, would you like that?

“You taste heavenly. I am starting to feel hungry for-… never mind.”

P = Pace (Is he fast and rough? Slow and sensual?)

At first, his pace would be slow and sensual, savouring every thrust and vein gliding against your gummy walls. His eyes would be closed in concentration, trying to remember every detail on how you feel. His hands would be tightly gripping your thighs, pulling you closer against him. Kokushibo’d lean over you, his chest pressing against yours or your back, groaning.

Approaching his climax, his thrusts would start to get faster and more desperate, chasing his own climax after providing you with yours. His hands would move from your thighs to either your arms or shoulders, pressing you down against the mattress to hold you in place to make sure you can feel every single thrust in the fullest.

Q = Quickie (his opinions on quickies)

Kokushibo dislikes them. He will comply if you ask for one, but he’d rather take his time savouring you properly. When’s the next time he’s going go be able to make love to you like this? Muzan may send him on another months long mission, away from you. So, Kokushibo needs to savour you every time instead of fleeting pleasure. Besides, do you even get time to enjoy the things he’s doing to your body when doing it so quickly and forced?

R = Risk (Is he game to experiment?)

Kokushibo is cautiously open to experiment with you. He is nervous about being pushed outside his comfort zone but he’ll try to be open to whatever you like. Sometimes he wonders if he and his body is simply not enough for you and that’s the reason you may need outside factors to come up for the pleasure he is not giving you. While experiment with things like restrains or toys, your lover will try extra hard to pleasure you with his own body alone instead of using the things you’ve brought as a way to demonstrate you that his body is plenty enough to make you cum. No need for other things, right?

“Why do you need this… thing.. shaped like something I already own myself. Am I not enough for you?”

S = Stamina (how many rounds can he go for? how long does he last?)

As a demon, Upper Moon One at that, it feels like Kokushibo has infinite stamina. It almost feels like he stops thrusting into you over and over so *you* can recover, not him. You never saw him exhausted after however many rounds of sex, you lost count after the fourth one. It feels like this man never cums. His face remains unmoving the whole time, only closing his eyes right before he finally finishes. It’s almost a workout to make him finish and it feels like he enjoys making you work for it. You know that Kokushibo can control his body in and out in fullest, so he can decide whether to cum or not consciously. That way, he can tease you in whatever ways he pleases.

T = Toys (does he own toys? does he use them?)

No, no toys. The closest he has to one of those are silk restrains to use on you.

U = Unfair (how much does he tease?)

Kokushibo loves to tease you. He’ll withhold himself from sliding himself right in, waiting for you to beg for it, sliding two of his fingers in to encourage you further. Sometimes he’ll lean over you, asking you exactly what you want and only obeying your wishes if they align with his own, or driving you so close to your orgasm only to take it all away and to wait for you to whimper and sway your hips as a way to try and coax him back. Such an adorable human.

“Tell me what you want dear. You want me to stop, is that it?”

V = Volume (how loud is he, what sounds does he make)

Typically, Kokushibo is rather quiet during sex. You’ll occasionally hear deep grunts or huffs while he’s especially focused on his movements. He prefers to channel his energy into reaching his own and your pleasure rather than moan too loudly. Sometimes an occasional curse or moan would slip out from his lips, but he’ll quiet himself quickly afterwards to not embarrass himself any further.

However his breathing will get noticeably heavier when approaching his climax, his jaw clenched and eyes shut tightly. Those are the moments where you can coax loud moans from his lips by pulling him into a kiss.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for him)

Kokushibo is oddly obsessed with your scent. He gets off to the scent of your sheets, clothes, and just your skin. He wants to make sure his rubs onto you so other demons know that the first Upper Moon has you under protection and that you are his and his only.

Once, your lover stole one of your most worn shirts or robes and kept it close to himself while being off on a mission. It’s not to masturbate or anything, it was just to keep it close. It was comforting to have your smell be near him while being apart from you.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes…)

It matches the rest of his body; large and intimidating. You needed a lot of prep the first time taking him in fully. He was patient but not exactly gentle. He is cut and nearly trimmed, his length is just as thick as the sheath of his katana, a little thicker.

Y = Yearning (how high is his sex drive?)

Kokushibo has a very high sex drive, but barely acts on it. He finds himself wanting you all the time, catching his stare linger on your assets more than once. Your lover is very good with control but even he struggles to not court you every time you undress for the evening. He loves you dearly and just wants to show it, badly. Kokushibo is hyper aware of your behaviour and every move, trying to guess if you’re in the mood as well.

Z = Zzz (how fast does he fall asleep afterwards?)

Some kind of protective instinct starts blossoming inside him once he sees you lay beside him, all tired and spent. Kokushibo wont fall asleep or go into a meditative state without savouring your appearance and this moment. You just gave him the greatest gift of all times again and continue to give it to him and now you’re sleeping beside him. His arms would tightly wrap around you and hold you close while his eyes (all six of them) stare at your sleeping face.

Kokushibo will only slip into a meditative state once he started feeling fully relaxed and assured that you’re okay and asleep, safe in his arms.

“I love you, dearly. You can sleep now, I’ll keep you safe. I promise to you.”

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Hope you all enjoyed this! I’m surprised I managed to finish it in one sitting and a day. I worked for around four hours on it and I hope this was nice XD But anyways… I’m kind of worried I post too much outside my fics, like maybe people get their hopes up when seeing I posted just to see I uploaded a picture of my plushies :,)

Anyways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough!!

Take care of yourselves <3

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[vrystalius]

Muzan’s only weakness.

Talking to a strange individual every night for months now made you start to feel a little more for the handsome man who calls himself Muzan. But after leaving you alone for so long made you doubt that he ever felt anything for you.

Flufftober prompt: “You love me?” “Always have.”

Pairing: Muzan x gn!reader

I really hope this is the prompt you meant @aethien11-blog , I wasn’t really sure! But I hope you enjoyed this, I’m always so nervous when writing for mutuals XD. If you didn’t like this or meant another prompt, please let me know and I’ll definitely write a different one!

You first met Muzan after he had saved you from a creepy man followeing you through the park. He offered you his coat for warmth and company to walk home with, but that walk quickly became longer and longer, choosing one detour after another just to keep talking. This gentleman claims to be a divorced, wealthy businessman who has a sickness that keeps him from leaving his home during the day. He has a pale complexion and beautiful dark hair, his eyes a rare reddish colour and his nails well kept and sharp. He is intelligent, well-mannered and mysterious, his presence alone causing tingles across your whole body. That tingling moved you to ask him for another meeting the following night, and the night after that, and the night after that.

Muzan brought you a gift everytime you two met; beautiful flowers, beautiful hand-crafted vases he claims to have received from a colleague, food that he never ate himself, clothes that are more expensive than your existence and jewerly fit for a shogun. He is spoiling you, truly, and all this man wants in return is a piece of your time and your grateful smile. At first, you believed Muzan is just buying favours from you just to bed you in return, but he never attempted to do such. He never even tried to kiss or touch you in any ways, always kept a respectable distance and continued to be the nicest gentleman. Perhaps he doesn’t want a relationship, or at least that’s the impression he gave you while sitting on your porch only to talk to you the whole night.

But his last visit was three months ago, so what do you know? Nothing. Muzan never opened up to you in any way, only interested in your boring life and never talking about his own. You barely even know the man you were missing so much.

The first night of him not showing up, you were incredibly worried for him. Perhaps Muzan ran into trouble and needs help, but after the second, third, fourth, tenth, twentieth night of him not returning, you stopped sitting outside in the cold, alone, waiting like a pathetic dog awaiting the return of it’s owner. You felt ashamed for missing him so badly, even though he left without ever saying goodbye.

Until one night, a soft knock lured you to the front of your house. Opening the door revealed the man you were thinking about for three months straight. He was dressed in his signature black suit and his white, freshly ironed pants. A small smile spread on his face. Muzan presented a small but neatly arranged bouquet of flowers. He was acting like he never left.

“I hope I haven’t upset you for leaving you alone for so long.”

He took a single step forward, standing in your doorway. His presence felt oddly calming and your heart started to flutter. It felt more full, as if a piece that was previously missing now filled the hole. You couldn’t help but smile and take the boquet out of his hands. His pale hand lifted slowly and cupped your warm cheek.

“I wasn’t sure you were going to return…”

Muzan lifted your head, making you look at him. You saw something soft behind his eyes while he looks at you. You felt his finger gently brushing over your cheek. His touch made you feel something you buried after the first week of him not returning— hope for love.

“You believed I wouldn’t return? I apologise. I should’ve notified you about my leave.”

His voice was warmer, quieter, softer than the last time you heard it. Much gentler. It made your mind race and thoughts return back to the question you used to ask yourself during the nights you waited.

“Do you even care for me, Muzan?”

Your question made his finger stopped moving against your skin. He stared at your face, the shine in his eyes dimming. His other hand slowly lifted to cup your other cheek, angling your face slightly. His fingers brushed your hair strands to the side while Muzan admired you silently without saying a word. Warmth pooled inside your stomach in anticipation.

“I do. I care for you greatly. I beg you to believe me.”

Muzan took a deep breath. He averted his eyes for a moment as if collecting his thoughts or preparing to say something that heavily weighs on his own heart.

“I love you. I love you so much.”

His voice was quiet and shaky. You saw how vulnerable he looked and how much it took him to say this. Your heart felt like it was about to burst out of your chest and a huge smile spread all over your face. Your hand brushed over his chest, feeling his racing heartbeat. Gods, he’s so nervous, yet he looks so confident and casual. His hand wrapped around yours.

“You do?”

“Always. I always have.”

The shine in his eyes returned, and yet something darker taking over his expression. The grip in you tightened slightly as he leaned down to you, pressing his lips up against yours. Your breath hitched slightly at the metallic taste of his lips, your hand gripping his shirt tightly. Muzan’s tongue teased in between your lips, asking for permission to go further. He pushed you inside your house, pressing you against the wall of your entrance hall. His hands hungrily travelled down to your waist, giving you a small squeeze and pulling your hips against his. He took the forgotten bouquet of flowers out of your hands and threw them aside for the moment onto a cupboard.

“I love you. Allow me to make up for the times I neglected you.”

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I hope you enjoyed this!! I started writing around three times until I got satisfied with this, this challenge is really hard for me XD. I’ll keep going though, it’s super fun!! Please send in some requests you’d like to see in the future <3

Anyways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough!!

Take care of yourselves and happy Halloween season <3

Here are the lists of prompts you can choose from:

Flufftober (fluff)

Fictober (angst, fluff)

Whumptober (angst)

[vrystalius]

Pt.1 // NSFW Alphabet — Giyu Tomioka

Half of an NSFW alphabet, all about the water hashira.

Pairing: Giyu x gn!reader

Here’s pt.2 (From N to Z)

A = Aftercare (what is he like after sex?)

After an intense session, Giyu’d be unsure on how to act around you. After such a passionate encounter where he became undone completely in front of you, he’d slip right back into being more quiet and thoughtful instead of talkative. It wasn’t awkward or uncomfortable silence. He’d pull you against his chest and tuck you and himself in with a comfortable blanket. His eyes would drink your beautiful body while one of his hands work through your hair and gently massaging the skin beneath his other.

If he were to notice any discomfort, Giyu’d slip out of bed to get whatever you need. Water, snacks or a damp towel— you name it and he’ll get it for you. But if you’re fine without anything, your boyfriend’ll enjoy just holding you. Something you can do though is coax whatever is on his mind out of his mouth; despite being quiet during aftercare, Giyu’ll get quite talkative once you big spoon or coddle him. He melts against you when you cuddle him, his face nuzzled against your chest while your fingers work through his long, black hair.

“Thank you for being with me… I.. never thought I’d end up with someone like you... You’re too good for me, dear.”

B = Body part (his favourite body part of his and yours)

Giyu is very aware of the muscles in his back and how it’s always exposed to danger. He likes thinking about shielding you with it from demons or from anything else. He may not acknowledge it outwardly, but he is quite proud of his back. But he loves it even more when you scratch and dig your fingers into his flesh, leavings marks he can admire tomorrow in the mirror before covering them up in quickly embarrassment. He likes having your hand on his back in general, how you gently brush over his back as a greeting or run your fingers up and down in a circular motion while in bed.

His favourite part about your body, definitely your eyes. Giyu can silently stare at them and get lost, all thoughts and worries becoming irrelevant after finding his place between your arms. During sex, he can watch tears slowly slide down your cheeks and how your eyes roll back into your skull in pleasure. So beautiful you are. It makes him want to propose to you right here while being balls deep.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum)

Giyu craves to decorate your ass in his essence. That area provides him the most pleasure, so why not show his appreciation by finishing on that exact area? His whole body shudders when he finishes, pressing his body against yours to desperately seek both love and support he was looking for. He groans loudly while gripping your sides, pulling you closer against him, his head thrown back in ecstasy. He whines a little while trying to suppress any other embarrassing sounds to leave his lips. His thighs are trembling a little and his whole abdomen twitching, his body trying to redirect the pleasure into other areas of his body to not overwhelm himself.

D = Dirty secret (a dirty secret of his)

It’s not exactly dirty, but Giyu loves romantic sex. Cuddling tightly up to you, his waist slowly grinding against yours, enjoying your hot, gummy walls squeeze and twitch around his hard length while moving himself even deeper into you. His palms would be cupping your ass tightly, leaving marks he’ll be scowling about tomorrow for leaving them in the first place. His face would be nuzzled into your neck or right beside your face, drunkenly placing kisses all over your skin, biting and pulling on your skin here and there. Giyu hopes and prays to you feel the same pleasure he is, or else he’d be a little embarrassed and feel selfish for not providing the soul-ascending pleasure to you the same way you are giving it do him.

“I love you.. I love you.. Fuck— I-I love you so much—“

E = Experience (How experienced is he?)

He is less than experienced— Giyu refused to indulge himself in things like that. Something inside his mind or body does not let him think about anyone in that way, especially in the sexual one. Besides, he isn’t actively looking for partner. Not that he thinks he deserves one anyway. So, he tries to mirror everything you’re doing and keeps asking about what feels good or what he should do. His body is free for you to use for your own pleasure. He’s enjoying himself at his fullest when you do anyway.

Your lover tries to gather some experience in his free time (wich he rarely does) by testing some things out he heard from Tengen’s shameless rambling or from drunk men in bars. By eavesdropping on his former colleague or trying to puzzle the confusing words those drunkards are rambling, Giyu’ll try to remember the things they mentioned like positions, different actions and foreplay and test them out on himself before doing it to you. If he finds himself enjoying it, he’ll ask you if you’d like to try it.

“I heard some things from— No, no not from Tengen. I heard things I want to test out with you… If you like to.”

G = Goofy (Is he more serious in the moment? Or humorous? etc.)

Despite his usual quiet personality and serious behaviour, during sex, Giyu sometimes teases and even jokes here and there. He likes seeing you jump when he buries his face into your neck and bites down, or when he teases you by pulling out and listening to you beg for him to continue. He secretly loves to hear you whine or give him an annoyed look. It makes him want to fuck that expression right off your face. Giyu can’t act dominant towards you without blushing like a mess, so his teasing sounds a little more like begging rather than demands.

“I-I didn’t mean to stop, but I want to hear you beg for it. C-C’mon, please.”

H = Hair (How well-groomed is he?)

Giyu doesn’t really think that it’s necessary to shave anywhere on his body, really. If he shaves it, it comes back in a matter of hours or days, so what’s the point? Besides that he’s very clean. He enjoys taking showers and baths in hotsprings and actually uses a lot of scented oils he bought while travelling through Japan for a mission. Your boyfriend smells very pleasant, like sakura blossoms or very sweet and floral in general. Overall, Giyu is not clean shaven but makes sure to stay clean and hygienic. Also, can’t care less if you’re shaven or not, he’ll eat you out either way.

I = Intimacy (How is he during the moment? Romantically.)

Giyu always preferred to be on his own, but with you, he makes sure to enjoy every single second he has with you. Foreplay is something he always does. Your lover makes sure to practically court you all over again before even allowing himself to think about bedding you, pulling you closer to his own body, his arms gently snaking around your waist and kneading your skin with tight squeezes. His lips would never leave yours even despite the kiss already lasting for minutes. One is his hands cupping your cheek and angling your face, him now biting your lower lips gently between the kisses, still barely letting you breathe. Deep, lovesick sighs would escape his lips while slowly undressing you, piece by piece, his eyes softening with every piece of cloth thrown aside. His kisses slowly beginning to trail downwards, to your neck, collarbone, between your chest, to your stomach and thighs, lifting your legs up his shoulders before beginning with enjoying his favourite meal.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He doesn’t like doing it. It’s more frustrating that relieving since Giyu doesn’t have you around to have normal sex. Instead, he’s resulting to… pathetically masturbate. So, your boyfriend’ll try avoid jerking off. But sometimes he’s so desperate it hurts, so, he’ll pump his fist up and down his shaft with an intensity that borders on abuse, just wanting to get it over with. Once he’s relieved himself, he’ll continue on with his day/night as usual. Giyu’ll just be in a worse mood than before, his face turning into scowl, until finally seeing you again.

K = Kink (one or more of his kinks)

Body worship

Giyu adores to worship both your body and in return being worshipped by you. You are ethereal and such a beauty to him, the most gorgeous or handsome human that is willing to date a pathetic person like him. He needs to persuade you to stay by his side, so he’ll happily kiss every surface of your body, mutter praises under his breath or engraving your body into his mind with his hand roaming all over. But if you decide to worship him like that in return, the brightest colours of blush will light up his whole face. He’d bite his lip to silence his moans while you trace his tense muscles, broken parts of your name escaping out of his mouth while desperately trying to hold them back.

Edging

It’s a secret of his, but Giyu edges and teases himself while working to make you cum. He stops or pulls out right before he’s about to cum, continuing to give you stimulations by rubbing his fingers against your clit or sliding them in whole, edging himself by not providing the same stimulation to his own body. It hurts and stings, but gods, it feels so incredible. Denying himself the pleasure while you tremble under him, it sends him to places. His eyes would be wide and his jaw clenched and teeth bared, his thighs shaking and trembling while gripping your thighs tightly. Giyu almost started crying once too and yet he never told you about how he’s teasing you by pulling out. In truth, he’s edging himself.

“Mhm, fuck!!— Y-Yeah, I’m okay. I-I- ahhh… ‘m f-fine…”

L = Location (favourite places to take you)

His favourite place is of course your bed. That’s where you and him are the most comfortable. Giyu can grin the sheets or headboard above you and you can use as many pillow as you like for support, but another place he likes to have sex with you is out in the forests, maybe even near a village of sorts. He wants to make you scream and moan as loud as you can to show off how good he’s making you feel, the semi-publicity of a forest being a turn on for him, especially with him being a hashira, someone needing to be proper and well viewed by the public. Although if anyone’d see you, they wouldn’t dare to interrupt or approach you two. No one has ever come close to discovering you and Giyu together, but your moans were definitely heard by some people living near the forest.

“C-C’mon pretty, louder.”

M = Motivation (What turns him on, gets him going?)

Touching him in a casual way is turning Giyu on. It’s not seductive in any way, quite the opposite, it’s a casual brush over his thigh or playing with his haori in a playful matter, or even simply resting your head on his shoulder makes desire bubble up in his stomach. He may not react immediately to those advances, but later once you two have time for each other, Giyu’d let the desire bubble over and let it all out on you. It would be weird for him to explain that you, fixing his uniform for him, turned your husband on so badly he could barely contain himself until he finally for you all to himself in the evening.

But sometimes he suspects you’re teasing him on purpose with you brushing dust off his haori or brushing some hair aside with your fingers. Giyu feels like a hormonal teenager, blushing and squirming under your touch like that.

“Why are you touching me like this? It was not necessary. I could’ve fixed it on my own.”

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How do you all like this layout? The text is smaller and I think more pleasant for the eyes, too. But if it’s better to have larger text, please let me know!! I want to make the reading-experience as best as possible! Part 2 will be posted tomorrow.

Also, I just ordered a Gyomei-Tamagotchi!! I’m so excited for it to finally arrive <3

Anyways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough!

Take care of yourselves <3

My event masterlist 🎃

[vrystalius]

Cuddle bug? Cuddle bear.

Gyomei thought he’d prefer holding you in his arms, but it seems like it’s the opposite.

Pairing: Gyomei x gn!reader

Gyomei always leaves right before you go to bed. You invite him to stay and offer to let him sleep together with you in bed, but he always declines. You two have been dating for almost 3 years and the stone hashira continued to visit you almost every day now, it wouldn’t be weird to ask him to cuddle with you through the night, right? At first you thought that was the reason he didn’t want to stay the night. The second reason you thought he might not want to stay is that Gyomei fears that you want to sleep with him. You’re not 100% sure how he feels about that topic, but since he’s a religious monk, you’d think he’d rather not do it with you. You decided to ask him himself on why he didn’t want to stay the night…

“I’m afraid I might be too large for your bed. Too tall and heavy, beloved.”

Oh. Oh! You almost wanted to giggle a little. You thought it might’ve been because of you or whatever else reason, but that should’t be a problem. Tears were running down his face while you explained to him that your bed frame is incredibly sturdy and your bed itself large enough to host both of you. It didn’t take much to convince him to finally share the bed with you for the first time. Gyomei removed his yukata and unbuttoned his uniform, but keeping his pants on for comfort purposes. He was hesitant putting all his weight down onto your bed at first, but carefully came closer and closer to your body. A smile started spreading on your face as his muscular arms slowly wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer carefully.

“May I…?”

His voice was hushed and even deeper. You could feel the rumbles in his chest while he was talking. You hummed in approval to his question. That cue made Gyomei pull you right up against his warm body, making you nuzzle your face against his chest. You sighed contently and wrapped your arms around his chest, your hand lazily traced his back muscles. He sighed deeply and buried his head in your neck. You slowly shifted positions, your collarbone and chest against him while your legs wrap around his waist. Your hand moved from his muscles up to the back of his head, running your fingers through his short hair. Gyomei closed his eyes. You felt his whole body relax against you, him now being nothing but an oversized teddy bear. You grinned and leaned down, softly pressing your lips against his forehead. Silent tears ran down his face, but not in sorrow. A soft smile grazed his face as his arms wrapped around you tighter.

“I regret not accepting your offer before. I apologise, my beloved.”

“I’m glad you did now, ‘mei.”

You cupped his cheek and tilted his face, your lips finally meeting his. Gyomei hummed approvingly, his palms kneading your soft skin beneath them. The smile on his face grew after pulling away from you. He nuzzled his face back into your neck and placed featherlight kisses there before closing his eyes. Your fingers continued to work their way through his hair while he let himself get pampered by you.

Gyomei is only completely at peace when in your arms, he notes.

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Fictober prompt: “Let’s try this”

I’m sorry if this was too short, but I hoped you enjoyed it anyway! @los-huesitos asked me to tag them in future Gyomei works I post but for some reason the tag isn’t working. I hope you see this anyway!! I noticed how… sad.. my masterlist for Gyomei is, so I wanted to write a little something for him today.

Anyways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough <3

Take care of yourselves!

Here’s my event masterlist 🎃

[vrystalius]

Giyu’s obsession.

He just can’t risk your relationship, so instead, Giyu’ll watch, steal, think and obsess over you. Maybe even steal your underwear.

Whumptober prompt: Obsession.

Pairing: Stalker!Giyu x gn!reader (reader wears a skirt though)

(Stalker themes, Giyu being a weirdo and pervert, mentioning of nsfw, jealousy towards Sanemi)

His eyes were glued to you whenever you are around. Subtly, of course. He’d don’t want to think that your best friend is a weird stalker that loves watching your skirt sway whenever you walk or how the sauce staining your lips made him wish to lean in and lick it fight off. It scares Giyu how his thoughts mushed together whenever you enter his sight or when he hears your angelic voice. At first, he fought these intrusive thoughts. He forced himself to keep his eyes off you while you trained, deciding consciously to instead stare at the ground and count the sand grains. That way, he’s still close to you and savouring your presence while also not staring at you. But as he’s nearing the hundredth grain, his attention began to wander towards the sounds you were making. Grunts, moans and hisses. His sight slowly moved towards your form and how you were moving. He could see how your muscles tensed and how your sweat was making your skin delightfully glister. A sight for sore eyes. Only for Giyu’s eyes. A sight he needs to see every day, every hour, every minute. His mind wandered further, indulging himself in the fantasy of seeing your skirt ride up, even just a little. He just wants a little, tiny sneak peek of your—

No. He can’t think of you like this. He shouldn’t defile your being like this. You view him as your friend, best friend, he should act like one, think like one, behave like one. And yet, his hands tremble whenever you are near him, sweat runs down his forehead and his lip quivers ever so slightly. Gods, Giyu wants, no, needs you. But he can’t, so he’ll get you in other ways.

Sometimes, he’ll sleep over at your estate. The water hashira’ll come to you and talk about these night terrors he’s been having and will ask to sleep in your guest room, just for the night. You always say yes, your kind soul can’t say no to his face and how sleepy he looks. Giyu’s dressed in his nightwear and equipped with his katana, nothing else. How can anyone say no to him? Especially a person like you. You’ll even tuck him to bed, your hand brushing over his forehead and through his strands, massaging his scalp. Your hand was moving so slowly and gently, his eyes immediately fall shut. His head’ll roll towards you and his arms wrap around your waist in his sleep, forcing you to share the futon with him that night. It’s just that he’s not asleep while pulling you against him. Giyu knows exactly what he is doing and how much he’s pressing his hips against your assets, how his arms were wrapped around you so tightly you could barely breathe. Yet, you never say anything, because poor Giyu is too afraid to sleep on his own. He has nightmares after all.

Other nights, after you go to bed in your own bedroom, he sneaks around your house, inspecting everything he can get his hands onto. He’ll drink out of your used cups and savour the taste of the water, insisting that he is still tasting just a hint of the taste of your lips on the rinds. Other times, he’s stalking around your bathroom, testing different products of yours. He’s desperately trying to find out how you manage to smell so intoxicatingly every day, and after searching through your cabinets for multiple nights, he still can’t find. Giyu concluded you just smell like yourself. Divine. Without the help of anything.

He’s searching through your laundry more than he liked to admit to himself. He’s searching and digging elbow deep for your sweaty uniform you wore during training. Giyu wants to smell and feel it, imagine what it would be like up close to you and how your skin would feel under his palms. His work paid off and he found something even better than your dirty uniform; your underwear. They got stuffed into his pocket quicker than he could think, saving them for himself. He was incredibly ashamed after finding them in his pockets once he returned to his estate. That was the point he stopped fighting his intrusive thoughts. He’s loosing against them anyway.

But something that Giyu always does is sitting outside your bedroom and just listening to your movement in bed and your cute little snores. He wonders, what would you do if you knew that he was being like this? Your best friend, the one you trust the most, is invading your person in so many ways than one. Would you like it? Gods he hopes so. He has done too many things to go back now, and he can’t stop. It’s a delightful addiction for him. One single time, Giyu got incredibly lucky. He sat outside your bedroom as always, his ear pressing up against your door. You weren’t asleep and he could tell, your sheets moving more than usual and your breaths louder, shakier. His heart started racing when he finally realised what you were doing; your moans, the sheets ruffling, the wet noises… he palmed the growing tent through his sleep wear, closing his eyes and concentrating on those sweets sounds you are blessing him with. Imagines appear in his mind, the memory of your training, sitting near him during hashira meeting, the smell of you, your underwear and your moans he was hearing through the walls, everything just melted into one, perfect and perverse imagine, the perfectly crafted fantasy he created for himself. Giyu suppressed a whimper that threatened to escape his lips after hearing you moan for the final time through the walls. You two finished together, on time. How will he explain the humiliating stain on his pants when he’ll ask you how to wash it out. Maybe he’ll get you touch and inspect the stain. The thought of you touching his— fuck. His mind wandered again.

Giyu is patient, very so, but he slowly can’t take it anymore. He needs you. He needs you now, or else he just might really go insane because of your teasing and your smiles.

You tease him with your smell, you tease him with the look you give him, you tease him with your damn body, you tease him just by existing. Giyu’s not the only one enjoying your presence either. He’s not stupid, he sees the way Sanemi looks at you or even talks to you, and how you smile around him. You can’t like him, you just can’t. Giyu might actually break if you do. He might do something he’ll regret, so please stop talking to that piece of shit. Or even better, just stop talking to anyone, ever. Just talk to him and nobody else. No lunches with Kyojuro, no hangouts with Mitsuri, no clinic visits in Shinobu’s estate, no nothing. Everything you do with them you can do with him.

Giyu needs you, and you only need him. If only you saw how much he’s aching for you…

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Nobody requested or asked for this, but this has been on my mind lately. I’m ashamed of this and my cat sat on my lap while I wrote this, and I think she judged me a little XD But I hoped you all enjoyed this anyway, even though it’s different from what I usually write <3

Anyways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough!

Take care of yourselves <3

Here re the lists of the event I’m currently writing for. I did not forget the other requests you all send in! I’m either working on them once I have time or once the event is over <3

Flufftober (fluff)

Fictober (angst, fluff)

Whumptober (angst)

[vrystalius]

pt.2 // NSFW Alphabet — Giyu Tomioka

Part 2 of the NSFW Alphabet, all about the water hashira.

Pairing: Giyu x gn!reader

Here’s part one of the NSFW alphabet (From A to M)

N = No (something he wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Giyu’s most major turn-off is emotional detached sex. Sex, for him, is all about love and devotion, so if you ever suggest taking the edge off by having sex, Giyu’ll outright deny you. He’d wrap his hand gently around yours and place a kiss on your palm, gently pushing you away. He craves intimacy and you only doing this for his pleasure is not very romantic or intimate.

“Maybe another time. I’m not in the mood today.”

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving)

Receiving

Giyu will not deny when you offer, but he won’t ask or expect it. His hands would hover over your head, his thighs trembling slightly while his hands were unsure of where to rest. His head would be thrown back, his eyes closed and mouth slightly agape. He is restraining himself to completely give into the pleasure you’re giving him, trying not to completely break down. But as you go on, the control of his own body slowly seeps through his fingers in the same way moans escape his lips, becoming louder and louder. Here and there, you might hear a little begging for more.

Giving

He prefers giving. Giyu finds his own pleasure in giving it to you and making you cum, over and over and over. He’s not the type to rush it either— he wants to experience every single moment at the fullest. The taste, the warmth, the smell, you… Everything is perfect when Giyu’s resting between your thighs, your thighs enclosing his head tightly. It’s almost pleasantly crushing.

P = Pace (Is he fast and rough? Slow and sensual?)

As mentioned before, Giyu loves romantic sex. So, he’s going slow and sensual, savouring every single second he’s being blessed by you with this. His mind goes blank while his hips slowly snap faster and faster against yours. While he’s approaching his high, he starts becoming faster and more impatient, but at the same time, Giyu is trying to remain at a slow paste to savour everything for a little longer, but he just can’t. He needs you, he needs to hear you whine or cry out, he craves to have you tighten around him while he reaches his own peak of pleasure— maybe he can even cum inside of you.

Q = Quickie (his opinions on quickies)

He prefers taking his time, but there are moments when the two of you are being pressed by both time and desire at the same time. Giyu’d think sex with you deserves patience and love, but if he really needs to head out for another mission so soon and won’t be able to see you for another month or two, he’d be willing to have a quickie with you. Giyu’d gently press you up against the tatami walls of your shared home, one of his hands tightly gripping your hips to hold you close while his other arm was trapping you between him and the walls of the hallway. His chest would be right up against your back and his head buried in your neck, muffled moans reaching your ears.

“We don’t have much time— F-Fuck- Y-You feel so.. so… hah, so good—“

R = Risk (Is he game to experiment?)

Giyu is perfectly fine keeping it vanilla. He’s very hesitant to agree to anything you might suggest at first, but after giving it a day or week’s worth of thought, he’d come back and shyly agree to whatever you suggested. You two only came as far as using silken restrains on each other during sex. Giyu is still thinking about all the other things you suggested to him before. Whips, huh? Give him… 6 months of time to think about that. Maybe make it 12 months.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can he go for? how long does he last?)

Giyu can last for a long time in a single round or over multiple rounds. Whatever you prefer him to do, Giyu like stretching the session to last longer and to drink in everything about you or he can just fuck your brains out for multiple rounds on end so he can make you cum over and over again. Whatever you feel like doing tonight— he is just here to pleasure to offer his body for your pleasure.

“T-Tell me if this is too much and if you n-need a break, okay bunny? H-Hah, you’re so perfect.”

T = Toys (does he own toys? does he use them?)

Giyu thought about buying you a little something so you can entertain yourself while he’s on missions. He even tried picking out the exact match so you don’t have to adjust to a different girth or length, but he got too embarrassed to hand it over to you, so he kept it under your shared bed in a very tight sealed box, in the darkest corner of the bedframe, praying it’ll never find the light of day again.

U = Unfair (how much does he tease?)

His teasing won’t come through words but rather through touching, like withholding himself until you start begging for him, a small smirk spreading on Giyu’s face while watching you whine and squirm around, your arm snaking down to give yourself the pleasure he is withholding from you. His touches are slow and controlling, making you want to arch against him while his hips slowly grind against yours.

V = Volume (how loud is he, what sounds does he make)

Giyu is trying to be quiet in order to appear more sexy or mysterious to you, but he seriously fails at it. He whimpers broken parts of your name or moans loudly when he’s particularly close to cumming, but otherwise tries to clench his jaw shut as close as he can to prevent himself into slipping further into shame. Whenever he eats you out, he moans against you, the vibrations of his whines providing you extra pleasure.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for him)

He likes being more dominant. Giyu might be shy about certain things and get embarrassed when you make him feel incredibly good, but he does like taking care of you sexually. You don’t have to worry about a thing, just keep looking pretty and all fucked out. His hand would be carefully firm, keeping you in place while pressing you down into the mattress, his other hand gently holding you by your hair and forcing you to tilt your head back against him. His eyes would be furrowed together in frustration after denying himself orgasm after orgasm, not wanting to finish before you do.

“L-Let me take care of you, hm?”

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes…)

Giyu was very insecure about his size before meeting you. He had no reason, though— his length is almost intimidating the first time he laid bare in front of you. His tip is a soft pink and matches his blushing face once it leaks pre-cum. He can’t help but admire how pretty your hand looks when wrapped around him like that.

Y = Yearning (how high is his sex drive?)

Giyu struggles with controlling his desires sometimes. Some days, especially after hard ones, he wants nothing but to have sex, cuddle and fall asleep in your arms, but he doesn’t like using you just for your body, so Giyu won’t ask for anything more than cuddles. On other days, he doesn’t want to think about sex or about tou in any way like that at all, but since you’re in the mood… how could he say no to you batting your lashes and with your arms around his neck, pulling him into a kiss. His desire varies based on how tired he is, but he’s always ready to sleep with you anytime you like. But on some days, he really can’t. He’d feel too deflated to do anything.

Z = Zzz (how quickly he falls asleep afterwards)

Your boyfriend is pretty much gone after sex. After he’d made himself comfortable having you in his arms or being in yours, Giyu falls asleep pretty quickly. He really, really tries to stay awake so he can watch you fall asleep first, but it never worked before. Giyu looks to pretty afterwards, his long lashes making you envious and his black hair spread out on the sheets, his cheeks flushed and lips slightly parted. You planted a couple kisses on his cheek before wrapping your arms around his naked chest. Giyu sometimes mumbles in his sleep after a particularly long night together. You can’t comprehend most of it, but sometimes, you do hear him whine your name every now and then.

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I hope you enjoy this one as well, @dgbthnyunhtbgrvf! It again doesn’t let me tag you :,)

Writing NSFW is for some reason really tiring to me, I really have to think about everything. Fluff and angst feels natural, but NSFW? I have to really concentrate XD

Anyways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough!!

Take care of yourselves <3