#demon slayer ao3

[alhenaonthestage]

CHAPTER 06: THE WIND HASHIRA

With the Final Selection in just under a month, Sanemi Shinazugawa, the Wind Hashira, begins training Yuna, leading to more than one confrontation between them.

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[yoonkles]

*media with a tragedy so intense that it haunts the entire storyline*

fanfic writers: i can make it even worse

[reine-uls]

I just read an interesting isekai, harem uppermoons x reader (gender neutral) fanfic on ao3 called the awakening of the demon king by wholesome_sliced_bread and plot so far is amazing!

In a nutshell, reader found a dead Muzan and ate him and they became the Demon King. (I find this terribly disturbing and funny at the same time).

You were just a student but then you stumbled across Muzan’s corpse and nom nom nom. ✨ expensive mukbang ✨ You got isekaied to the Demon Slayer world. (I drew another version of reader for another fanfic— I’m not running out of ideas at this point. But I drew them female huhu I should’ve drawn them ambiguous.)

Since you became the Demon King, all of the demons under Muzan’s creation, especially the Twelve Kizuki are under your control.

The original story of Demon Slayer might change depending on Reader, who is a fan of Demon Slayer in the real world, meaning they know everything what will happen to the story, who dies and survives, and how the original story will end. The fate lies upon their hands.

I enjoyed the story so far. I recommend everyone to read it~

[fleshyfeast]

Me remembering that one fic that I liked so much but now I can’t reread it anymore for shits and giggles because it got deleted/the author deleted it.

[kny-doodles]

Shinazugawa brothers from A Much Needed Apology by Marcounix

[gojowifie]

Also one more thing, what is going on with fanfic nowadays?? Yall really don’t write fanfic anymore it’s just straight up porn, and look I’m not knocking people for writing that but does that not get a little boring to yall?? You know? Like what happened to plots, drama, angst and fluff?? What happened yall?? Like bruh I can’t even scroll down on tumblr without being bombarded with straight up smut and mind you it’s not even different it’s ALL THE SAME AND SO PREDICTABLE. People be giving these characters blaccents and shit like, hello??? Like look I really don’t care what other people write about but I just want the girlies who write actual stories to start back writing fanfics because it’s so hard to find a fanfic with 12 or more chapters these days.

You know I used to think smut was a tumblr thing but apparently it’s not, I heard people used to actually write fanfics on here but it somehow changed. I’m a Ao3 girlie so I had no clue that the girls on tumblr were actually writing fanfics. But honestly it’s just so disappointing and boring to see. I normally just scroll until I find something that I actually like but that’s very hard to do when everyone on this app is writing the same thing; smut. I would go on wattpad but who has the money or time for those ads and also wattpad is for children. I fear they’re the only ones over there writing. If I’m reading something it has to be written by someone at least 18 plus. Which is why I’m usually on Ao3.

For further explanation: to me a fan-fiction is a story with at least 30 chapters max, slow burn, angst, drama, a plot and of course an eventual smut. Not what the hell yall be on here writing, just straight up scenes out of porn. ONCE AGAIN IDC WHAT PEOPLE WRITE I JUST WISH PEOPLE WOULD WRITE ACTUAL FANFICS AGAIN. Also I’m not shamming anyone but I’m just stating an opinion. Write whatever your heart desires but damn where are the actual fanfics at???

Maybe I can try writing fanfics cause man….

[pinkykats-place]

Tanjiro x Inosuke

AO3 FanFic Recommendations

Disclaimers!

None of these stories are mine.

A few contain mature content.

GIFs are not mine.

Note: If you read any of these stories and like them please let the author know with a kudos and/or comment!

You Hold My Feelings In Your Palm by sleuthlaw

Summary: "It may not have been extraordinary, but it was still an eye catching and pretty rock.

“It’s lovely,” Tanjiro said. Inosuke pressed his hand against Tanjiro’s with a grunt, his eyebrows beginning to furrow in frustration. “Wait, it’s for me?”

He was expecting an outburst of an answer. Something along the lines of ‘of course Gonpachiro’ and how great he was for gifting his subordinates with such treasures.

Inosuke didn’t say anything though. He just nodded and kept his hand held out.

— —

Tanjiro's poor pining heart can't take Inosuke's sudden careful and affectionate actions.

One Shot | SFW

To Forehead to Lips by orphan_account

Summary: Tanjiro brushes Inosuke's hair.

One Shot | SFW

Shinkei by orphan_account

Summary: Inosuke is touch starved. So touch starved that even coming in contact with his skin without violence makes him giddy.

He doesn’t know why but it makes him upset when he’s touched by another person especially Tanjirou Kamado. His touch is soft and light and it makes Inosuke almost want to cry.

He doesn’t understand.

Incomplete | 10/? Chapters | SFW

Last Updated 2020

mountain storms by ghosthotel

Summary: Zenitsu had called it a panic attack. The only thing Inosuke drew from that was that something was attacking Tanjiro, and that was absolutely not allowed.

One Shot | SFW

familiar by saturneggos

Summary: Inosuke felt warm when he was with Tanjirou. Like he was the sun, and Inosuke was some sort of plant stretching its leaves towards the sky. He needed him.

He felt guilty that he needed him when it seemed like Tanjirou was whole without him.

One Shot | SFW

you drag me headfirst, fearless by meiishu

Summary: “It’s a celebration, son!” Momosuke says. “It’s tradition to find the person waiting for you, and give them a kiss! The more passionate it is, and the better your bond is with who you return to, the better your catch will be!”

Chiyo gently hits her husband on the chest again, blushing, criticizing him about teasing the kids between her giggles.

“Strength?! Passion?!” Inosuke asks. “How is this strength?! How does this make the fish better?!

Chiyo is laughing. “You don’t have to do it, you can just ignore my husband.”

Inosuke bristles. Tanjirou can almost read it from his body language: well, now I want to.

“How do you pick your victim?!” Inosuke demands to know.

“Victim? No no, you pick the person who was waiting for you to come home.” Momosuke says. “Someone important to you.”

— — —

(or: inosuke learns how to kiss someone...maybe.)

One Shot | SFW

Sun-streaked horizons by fishy_fishyy

Summary: Inosuke’s made a growl of protest, and tried to get up. “I don’t have an infection or a fever, you hag! I’m fine!” Shinobu pressed him back down onto his bed. Inosuke continued to struggle, definitely not liking the sound of staying in bed for days straight.

“Stop it, Inosuke.” Tanjiro said. “You need to rest and get better. The sooner you get better; the sooner you can go on missions again.”

Inosuke hesitated before sinking back down, his face red, and not because of his fever. “Fine. But only because you said so.”

Complete | 3 Chapters | SFW

Safe and Warm by orphan_account

Summary: Inosuke has a rare moment alone with Tanjirou and he finally lets his guard down.

Complete | 3 Chapters | SFW

in which tanjirou insists that he's not jealous and inosuke is oblivious by lostcaptains

Summary: “Ugh don’t start pissin’ me off too Daichi, I’ve had enough alright,” Inosuke groans dramatically. He hands his finished plate to Daichi and lays back on the bed, “Give me the damn medicine so I can go to sleep, I’m tired.”

Oh.

He didn’t get Daichi’s name wrong.

Tanjirou scoffs loudly and curses himself in embarrassment when he sees everyone in the room look at him curiously. Crap, he meant to keep that to himself.

——————

In which another demon slayer catches feelings for Inosuke and listen Tanjirou is not jealous okay! Really he’s not, no matter what anyone says.

One Shot | SFW

fuwafuwa by Esselle

Summary: Inosuke likes it when people tell him he's great at things, because it's true, and they should all acknowledge how powerful he is.

But whenever Tanjiro does it, it makes him feel… weird.

— — —

ふわふわ (fuwafuwa) can mean several different things:

1. Fluffy; soft.

2. Light and airy.

3. The way Tanjiro makes Inosuke feel.

One Shot | Rated - Teen & Up

Romancing A Feral Boy by Tinisprout

Summary: A dumb feral boy learns what a kiss is.

One Shot | Rated - Teen & Up

If I Did This by angeljays

Summary: Tanjiro always found himself watching and wondering if they could be something more or if Inosuke would ever see him that way. There were so many things he loved about the wild boy, but he would let it all go if it wasn’t what Inosuke wanted.

A trip to an onsen seemed like the perfect opportunity to see if Inosuke felt the same.

One Shot | SFW

Chopsticks by HopeyHope

Summary: Recovering from his injuries in bed, Tanjiro is visited by Inosuke for lunch each day. Tanjiro ends up trying to teach him how to eat in a more civilized manner.

One Shot | SFW

Red by SummerSolstice202

Summary: Once Inosuke realizes his feelings for Tanjirou are more than platonic, he decides the best way to show his affection is to give Tanjirou odds and ends that remind Inosuke of him.

*Part of a series but can be read alone*

One Shot | SFW

The Start of Something New by SummerSolstice202 or @basic-otaku

Summary: “I really am sorry,” Tanjirou says as he pulls away. “I didn’t mean to hit you that hard.”

“S’okay,” Inosuke says, voice barely a whisper. “Didn’t hurt.”

~

"Hey, are you two together?" Mitsuri asks from behind the pair.

“Hah?” Inosuke points to Tanjirou. “I’m literally standing right next to him! What are you, stupid?”

While Inosuke may understand that the feelings he has for Tanjirou are more than platonic, that doesn't mean he understands romance in the slightest. So, who else to go to other than the love hashira herself?

*Part of a series but can be read alone*

Complete | 4 Chapters | Teen & Up

Series: sof inotan by akowotagawa

3 Works

Natural reactions by CorruptBagel

Summary: (NSFW KnY Week Day 2: Training together)

Tanjiro and Inosuke are sparring and Inosuke gets the upper hand. Tanjiro can't hide his boner and hormonal hijinks ensue.

One Shot | NSFW

I won't stop until I give you the stars! by Shirley_Queen

Summary: Since the moment Tanjiro receives his first gift, he knew that he would be receiving a large number of these for the rest of their adventure.

But he wasn't expected that the boar take it so seriously, not until Inosuke yells at him earnestly:

"I won't stop until I give you the stars!"

— — —

Or basically, Inosuke giving strange gifts to Tanjiro because he doesn't know how to handle his feelings for him.

Complete | 7 Chapters

Rated - Teen & Up

A Fire Dance by Prumery

Summary: Inosuke doesn't understand why Tanjiro would want to get married. They already are mates, they have a child.

But they don't have a home.

He might need that.

{One Shot}

Rated - Teen & Up

you’re the dream i never wanna wake up from by namseoks

Summary: All three of them played a different harmony to the same melody. They were three notes of the perfect chord — a C major triad, the sun, the moon, and all the stars.

———————

In which three boys fall in love.

One Shot | SFW

[justagamerandaweeb]

Warmth - Kokushibo x Reader (Revamped)

Another remake in the books. Let's go.

Purple divider by @mikeykuns, and purple MDNI Banner by @roseschoices.

Manga spoiler ahead.

The following smut contains: (Somewhat) vanilla content. With the exception of: Nipple play, vaginal fingering, finger sucking, slight praise, slight domination, vaginal ejaculation, stand and carry, and the hook position.

The sounds of crickets filled the hushed ambiance of the forest as the moon lit up the ground, and cracks of the tree-covered sky. Although there was no wildlife in the forest, one individual was sitting all by himself, meditating to improve his stability.

The man had black long spiky hair with red tips at the end of them that was kept in a long ponytail and wore a black and purple patterned kimono with black hamaka with a white uwa-obi. His saya resembled skin with his tsuba having eyes and veins as the design, while his handle vertically had eyes on it.

All three pair of his eyes were closed, as he was softly breathing through his nose, taking in the sounds of the wind, and the crickets chirping. That was until he heard the sound of leaves rustling. He opens his eyes and stands up, but leaves his katana on the ground as he says, "I know... you're there." He said slowly, and empathetically.

A woman peeks her head out in one of the trees she was hiding behind. Her hair was (H/C), she had (E/C), and (S/C) skin. As she hesitantly stepped away from the tree, She was holding her arm as despite being a companion to Kokushibo, his aura alone was enough for her to invoke fear and feel physical pain.

"Come... here."

She slowly started to walk up to him, each step for some reason started to get harder and harder as it felt like the air was getting harder and harder to breathe, and it felt like gravity was getting heavier as she walked closer to her.

Once she got three feet away from him, they both looked at each other and he questioned her, with genuine curiosity, "What are you... doing here?" (Y/N) rubbed her arm as she said, "I-I—" She softly coughs to clear her throat as her voice cracks. She had a faint blush as she was a little flustered that her voice sounded hoarse. "I... just wanted to see what you were doing... it looks like you were meditating, s-so, I'll leave you alone." She stammered as she was about to walk away, but heard Kokushibo utter one word,

"No."

She stopped dead in her tracks as she slowly turned around and said, "Huh?" He puts his hand on her shoulder, noticing that her body feels like a statue as he says, "Your body is tense... try to relax." She closed her eyes and started to breathe in through her mouth, and out with her nose. She repeated this cycle for a few times, and despite having fear in her heart, her body didn't feel as tense. "Are you... relaxed now?"

She looked at him, and softly nodded as she responded, "Yes, Lord Kokushibo." Kokushibo didn't say anything as he turned around, and sat back down to meditate. (Y/N) gandered at her surroundings, flummoxed about what she should do next. She looked down at the upper moon and slowly walked next to him and sat down with him.

She couldn't help but repeatedly glance at him. Its like each time she stared at him, it got more harder to stop. She quaffed the saliva in her mouth as she nervously asked him, "U-Um... Why did you say no when I was about to leave?" Kokushibo's head slowly turned and he opened his eye that was in the middle. "I enjoy your company. Makes me feel... at ease." And closed his eye.

The top half of (Y/N)'s face turned into a peach-red color as when she heard him say that to her. He likes being around her? But, he's never shown her any affection to her before. How could she know that he was telling the truth? She lost her train of thought when she felt the cold breeze of the wind hit her. She didn't think it would be this cold in this part of the forest.

"Are you cold?" Kokushibo questioned without even looking at her. "A little..." He hummed as he started stripping his kimono off and wrapped it around her. However, It didn't stop there. He then put his hands on (Y/N)'s waist, picked her up, and placed her on his lap. (Y/N)'s face fully turned red as she felt his muscular arms wrap around her body. It didn't help either as she felt his abs and pecs pressed against her back.

She then felt him pet her hair, which made her body temperature go up by a large margin. "You're really warm... Is something bothering you?" He asked you, completely unaware of what was going on. He puts her hand on his forearm as she stutters, "Y-You're... hugging me..."

"Do you hate it?" Kokushibo asked her as she quickly retorted, "No, no, no, no, I don't. But, forgive me if this sounds insensitive, but this isn't like you." She shyly stated, hoping she wouldn't regret saying that to someone like him. "What do you mean?" He said, looking down at her with his low pair of eyes. "I mean... you're always so quiet, and... you don't talk unless you need to. So, it's weird that you're... hugging me..." she softly spoke out as she started to caress his forearm with her hand.

He hums again as she says with the most deadpan tone that she will ever hear from her, "Well, It's because I love you."

(Y/N) sat down as the three last words that he said didn't process in her mind. "What?"

"I said I love you. For so long...  you gave me something... that I haven't felt... in a long time... Emotions. My entire life as a demon... I've always tried to best my brother... Even when I did meet him one last time... he still bested me in every way until his last breath... Even as a demon, I still couldn't get to his level..." he said as his voice started to become softer. Reminiscing on the night where he slashed his brother in two, when he died standing.

"So that's why... whenever I'm with you... I feel content with myself." He said, holding her tighter in his arms, putting his head on top of hers. (Y/N) gripped his forearm that was around her waist, and softly closed her eyes, and smirked as she felt Kokushibo nuzzle his chin on her head. "You're so warm..." he utters out before he pecks her head. She softly gasped, once she felt his lips touch her head, and so she looked up at him with a blush on her face.

Kokushibo had a deadpan expression, but then he puts his hand on (Y/N)'s chin, and lowered his head down as he connected his lips to (Y/N)'s. (Y/N)'s eyes were bulging out from shock while Kokushibo closed all three sets of his eyes as he was kissing her. Due to him being a demon, living for a long time, he was very experienced in how to give pleasure to a woman.

But, before he could do that, he needed her approval. Because even though he is a demon, let alone THE Upper Moon, he still had a few morals that were kept to him since he was a human. He stopped kissing her as he asked, "Would you mind... if I pleased you? I will not be upset... if you say no."

Her complexion turned into a red shade, as she felt her body become light, tingly, and mushy simultaneously. Her thighs started to rub against each other, despite them being crossed together as (Y/N) swallowed her saliva and nodded. But Kokushibo wasn't gonna take that as an answer. "Don't nod. I want to hear... an answer from you."

She let out a shaky exhale through her nose as she looked at him and said, "Yes." A very small smirk crept to his face, but it quickly disappeared as he caressed her cheek with his thumb, and kissed her lips. She mewled as she felt his lips come into contact with hers again, but with more flair. He tilted his head as he moved his tongue inside her mouth, making the kiss more deeper and intimate.

(Y/N) wrapped her arms around his neck as both of their tongues were intertwined with each other. Both of their eyes were closed as they stayed there kissing each other, exploring every inch of each other oral cavities as touched down each other's bodies. It got to the point where both of them collapsed on the ground, with Kokushibo on top of (Y/N).

They both stop as a string of saliva stretches between their tongues. Kokushibo closed the top and bottom pair of his eyes, and stared at you with his middle pair, them being a little half-lidded, but still maintaining a deadpan expression. "May I take off your kimono?" He said, softly wrapping his fingers at the tie of her obi. (Y/N) avoided eye contact with him, but she still gave him an answer, "Y-Yes, you can."

Kokushibo hums as he starts to untie the string that was tied on (Y/N)'s obi, and then slowly slips the obi itself off of her. He chucked the obi away, and slowly wrapped his hands at the rim of her kimono and haneri, and slowly separated them in both directions, revealing (Y/N)'s body. She had a brown piece of cloth covering her breasts, while she had her fundoshi on, but there was a little spot that was darker than the entire undergarment.

Rather than tearing her undergarments off of her, and getting to the main course, he decided to take the piece of cloth off her chest, and her breasts were now at full display. He grabbed the rim of her fundoshi and commanded her, "Lift your hips up." And she obeyed. He slowly pulled them down, hearing the sound of the piece of cloth sliding down to her legs until they were completely off.

He chucked the fundoshi, and placed his hands right beside both sides of her head, having a full view of (Y/N) in her bare appearance. The blush on Kokushibo's face started to become red, but only a tad bit as this wasn't new to him. But, at the same time, this one felt special to him because of her. He then laid down next to her, and caressed her cheek with his thumb again, but she melted into his hand, which made him crack a smirk again.

"I'm gonna make your feel... special." He stated out in a very husk, sensual tone as he pecked her lips again. But the kiss didn't last two seconds as he started to kiss down her cheek, her neck, clavicle, and to her breast. He wraps his hand around it, and softly started to squeeze it, eliciting a soft whimper from (Y/N)'s lips.

"Does that feel good?" He questioned her, fondling her in the process. She nods, but Kokushibo says, "I told you not to nod... Give me... a verbal answer." "I-It feels good, Koku...sh-shibo..." she mewled out as her legs started to become more open, which gave him the perfect window for something rather raunchy.

"Good... But what I'm about to do... is gonna feel way better." He said as he opened his mouth, wrapped his lips around her areola, and started to suck on it. This makes her gasp, as her face an expression of shock, that slowly transitioned into a face of pleasure. Her eyes fluttered closed as she felt his warm tongue slowly circling around her erect nipple.

Not only that, but the slow, sensual sensation of him touching her inner thigh made her legs shake a bit, it was like he was a God of pleasure, the embodiment of Daikokuten. But once he stopped rubbing her inner thigh, he started to rub his ring and middle finger up and down against her slightly moist slit.

(Y/N) arched her head back as her body went into a mini shock, electric pleasure flowing through her body as she felt him touching her down there. She puts her hand on top of his head, and she whimpers out his name, "K-Kokushibo..." Kokushibo kept all of his eyes closed as just from hearing her voice alone, was enough to show how much of a good job he was doing from pleasing her.

Although, as much as it was good enough for (Y/N), it wasn't good enough for Kokushibo. A little pop was elicited from his lips as he sat up, and picked (Y/N) up from her waist. "Wh... What are you—" he put his finger on her lips as he hushed her, and spread her legs open. "Just let me do my job... making you feel special." And inserted his ring and middle finger inside her.

(Y/N) instantly clenched her eyes closed as she made a loud gasp of amorous pleasure as she felt his thick fingers going in and out of her. Her legs were trembling heavily as her toes were curled up and her breath was shaking. She wrapped her hand around his forearm as she laid her head on his bicep and started to elicit mewls of pleasure as she moaned out his name. "K-Kokushibo..."

He kissed her head as he whispered to her, "I know you feel good, (Y/N)... If you ever feel close... don't be afraid to let it out." He pecks the back of her head, as her grip on his arm that was wrapped around her waist was getting tighter. It felt like her mind was becoming blank, his fingers were hitting something inside her that would give her a euphoric shock throughout her body.

It got to the point where (Y/N) started to drool on his arm, but that didn't bother him in the slightest, her drooling on his arm while pleasing her, was the ultimate sign of affirmation that he was doing a sensational job. Add the fact that the sounds of her drenched slit were being mashed with his fingers, and it was pure euphoria.

Kokushibo began to shower (Y/N) with kisses as he started to move his fingers at a moderate pace. (Y/N) would make random exclaims as her entire body started to shake. It felt like her entire body was being electrocuted due to the overwhelming stimulation that was affecting her. "Kokushibo... I-I... feel something..."

He knew what she meant when she said that, and so he whispered in her ear, "Don't fight it..." he then nibbled on her ear, which made her form a loud mewl out of her mouth as she started to dig her nails on his forearm that was around her waist. Her trembling breathing started to become louder as she clenched her eyes closed and gritted her teeth, feeling the heavily tingling sensation that was tickling her stomach.

K-Koku... Koku..." she whimpered out, but she cut his name down as somewhat of a cute nickname for him. She arched her head back on his right front shoulder, and he lowered his head down and kissed her lips. His other arm started to move up her body, and started to fondle her. He softly pinched her nipple, and moved his fingers fast enough for her to make her loudly moan in his mouth.

They both stopped kissing as drool ran down her cheek as her breathing started to become faster, her stomach started to become tighter, and her toes were fully curled. "I-I'm..." She couldn't finish her sentence as she felt her body go limp when the know snapped in her stomach, and she sprayed her juices all over his hand and fingers. Her whimpers were very shaky and so was her breath as she felt the tsunami of pleasure crashing down on her.

He slowly moved his fingers out of her, which made her moan a little, and lifted his forearm to get a clear look at them. They were completely drenched, to where it looked like they were covered in some sort of clear gel, as they were stretching when he separated his fingers. He puts them next to (Y/N)'s face and says, "Open your mouth... and taste your juices."

(Y/N)'s eyes started to flicker open as the first thing she sees was Kokushibo's fingers that was covered in her own fluids. She opened her mouth, and he softly shoved his fingers in his mouth, feeling her tongue cleaning them.

(Y/N) elicits a soft mewl as she was sucking his fingers. The metallic flavor of her own fluids tasted rather... tartish, to say the least. But, she continued to suck his fingers to satisfy him for doing his part into making her feel good. He pulled his fingers out of her mouth, making a pop that was loud enough for both of them to hear, and he looked at his fingers to see they were completely spotless.

Kokushibo put his hand on her chin, and kissed her, twirling his tongue around, tasting her. The kiss was quick, but effective as he disconnected with a faint line of saliva stretching between their tongues. He caresses her cheek as he praises her saying, "Good girl. You did such... a good job." (Y/N) whined a little as she softly stuttered out, "B-But... I want you to feel good too... I-I don't want to be the only one that felt good here..."

She then look down to see a faint tent in Kokushibo's thick hamaka, and her intrusive thought was to touch it, which she did. She looked up at him as she began to move her hand against the tent and say, "P-Please... Let me please you as well..."

Kokushibo's face started to become a little more expressive than usual as his eyes fully became half-lidded, and his face turned a slight red. He softly wrapped his hand around her wrist, as he stood up, and picked her up off the ground. Kokushibo made (Y/N) bounce up as she felt his big hands grope her ass. "Hold on to me." He said, and with impulse, she followed his order, wrapping her arms and legs around him.

He started to untie his uwa-obi that was wrapped around the rim of his hamaka, and they started to sag down to his hipbones. He wasted no time pulling them down, freeing his shaft from its clothed prison, fully erect and ready to feel stimulation.

"Look down." He said to her, and so she did. Her eyes widened as she witnessed the length and girth of his rod. It was a pale complexion, but his crown was as red as his eyes, and there were faint, but visible veins bulging across it. He also had hair that was black, but red at the end, but it was somewhat neatly groomed.

If she wasn't drenched from the fingering she just received, she for sure was creating a small puddle from her excitement alone.

"You want this? I—" "Yes, I-I do." (Y/N) cut Kokushibo off mid-sentence. "I just wanna make you feel good... you don't have to worry about me being sensitive. J-Just... make love to me until you feel satisfied..." and kissed him. She let out a shaky exhale through her nose as she softly moaned when she put his lips on his.

As they were kissing, Kokushibo grabbed his shaft from the base, and lifted it up as he started to lower (Y/N) down to his tip. They both stopped kissing as they got lower, as (Y/N) felt something break inside her when the tip went in. She rested her head under his chin, and started to softly shake in pain. He pats her back and says, "It's okay... You're taking me so well... breathe, if you need to..."

She closed her eyes, and clamped her hands together as she started to take slow, heavy, shaky pants to relax her body, and eventually, it worked. Her body became loose, everything including down there. "Ready...?" She looked up at him, and she kissed his chin as she slurred out, "P-Please... f-fuck me, Koku."

Kokushibo looked into her drunk-like eyes as he lowered his head, and softly pecked her forehead before he started to move his hips back and forth. (Y/N) felt like her brain just exploded as from the first thrust alone, as her body went limp. Her arms dropped down off his neck, and her head dropped down to his pec as she became a moaning mess.

"K-Koku!" She screamed out as she felt his length going in and out of her at a moderate pace. Her breathing that she calmed down a few moments ago, was back to being a trembling, shaking mess. She elicited loud moans that echoed throughout the forest, and bounced against every tree surrounding them. His thrusting felt so orgasmic; he was stretching her walls and hitting every part of her core inside her, which made her muscles constrict every time he did so.

Kokushibo was holding her legs by her forearms and was holding her back with his hands as he was fucking (Y/N). He lets out a few muffled groans and growls from his mouth, struggling to compose himself due to how good her insides felt. "Does it feel good...?" She frantically nodded her head as she moaned out, "S-So... G-Good..." as tears began to streak down her face.

As he was thrusting, he got down on his knees, and softly laid (Y/N) down on her back, and put her legs on his shoulders, put both of his arms beside both sides of her body, and leaned towards her face. She avoided eye contact with him as she was embarrassed that she looked like a mess to him. Her face, and her entire body was sweating. Not only that, but the strands of her hair were sticking to her forehead and her eyes were a pastel red from crying.

"I-I know... I look like a mess... I-I'm sorry..." she said in between moans. He cupped her cheek with his hand as she forced him to look at her and said, "I don't care about that... you still look beautiful... even when you cry." And kisses her lips yet again. She moaned at a high pitch as she clinged onto his back, and dug her nails. Both of their tongues were dancing together while the sound of his hips coming into contact with her wet cunt overhauled it.

As they both stopped kissing, (Y/N) started to let out whimpers as she felt her stomach tingling again. "K-Koku... My s-stomach..." he then puts his thumb in her mouth as he commands her, in a husk tone, "Hold it." (Y/N) nods as she closes her eyes and holds onto his wrist. The sounds of her struggling from her not to cum made him feel more dominant towards her. Only she could obey him, only she followed his orders.

"You belong to me... Do you hear me? You provide for me... and only me." She lets out a sound that sounds like a yelp of desperation as she nods and says, "Y-Yes... I-I'll only provide for you. Just, l-let me cum, p-please! I can't hold it in any longer!" She begged him as she held onto his wrist tighter. He makes a soft chuckle as he responds to her, "Go ahead."

She clenched her eyes closed as she whimpered out, "Th-Thank you!" and laid her head on his chest. Shortly after his request, Kokushibo felt his shaft twitching inside her, signaling him that he was getting close. His breathing started to get louder as he took out his thumb that was in (Y/N)'s mouth, wrapped his hands around her, and laid his head on her shoulder. His hips were moving at a breakneck rate as her moans were reverberating. "I... love... you..."

"I love you, too... (Y/N)." He spoke as he softly evoked a groan from his lips. (Y/N) felt the knot snap in her stomach again as her back arched and she screamed, but the noise was absent. She made a deep inhale as her body fell limp as her body was jolting from her high, and Kokushibo's shaft abusing her insides. "Cumming..."

He thrusts a few more times before slamming his hips and feeling his cock spurt out his spunk. He lets out a groan that sounded like a growl as he melts into (Y/N)'s body, nuzzling his nose under his neck as his breath grazes her skin. (Y/N) caresses his back as she asks him, "D-Did you feel... s-satisfied?"

Kokushibo lifted his head up, and stared at her with all three pairs of his eyes open, and he kissed her. She cupped his cheek as he responded, "Yes. I did." Kokushibo then laid his head on her shoulder as he closed his eyes and softly started to breathe.

(Y/N) wrapped her arms around him as she whispered, "Thank you..." and closed her eyes, succumbing to her tiredness. Kokushibo opened his right lower eye to look up at her sleeping face, and smirked as he closed it and "sleeped".

05-04-24 -

This is how many words I wrote for the original version of this smut. If me writing 4,270 words for a smut doesn't tell you how far I've come being a writer, then I don't know what does.

Anyway, hope you enjoyed this remake, and until next time,

✌️👋❤️.

[timeofdeathnote]

this is too cute

[a-chip-in-inosukes-nichirin]

Flash, Flirt, Fuck

Fandom: Demon Slayer/Kimetsu no Yaiba

Rating: Mature/Explicit - Minors DNI (18+ only)

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Sanemi/Reader

Tags: College AU, flashing you classmate, oral sex, penis in vagina sex, unprotected sex, spin-the-bottle, truth or dare, light banter, AFAB reader, mildly dubious consent (due to alcohol), wingman Makio, switch reader

Wordcount: 3.4k

Flash your crush or eat your friend's potentially hazardous takeout leftovers? The dare is a no-brainer, even if your crush happens to have permanent resting bitch face and has made a few of the college freshmen almost piss themselves in fear. You know he's not all hard edges, so what's the harm?

Cross-posted from my AO3 account.

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“I dare you to flash Sanemi,” Makio slurred, the four drinks she’d slammed starting to affect her speech.

You laughed, taking a sip of your spiked lemonade- the only alcoholic drink you could handle as the lightweight of your college group. You were barely on your second and already feeling quite the buzz; chest light and a weightlessness to your limbs that would turn to lead once the booze began to wear off.

“You want me to walk all the way to the boy’s hall to flash Sanemi? The resident hardass?”

Makio grinned, bringing the amber bottle to her lips and keeping eye contact while she took a deep pull. It was always astonishing to watch her retain most of her fine motor skills even when sloshed to high heaven while you would fail a drunk driving test sober.  You’d already missed your mouth once, resulting in a rapidly drying spot on your shirt that still smelled like booze.

“You gonna take the penalty instead?”

“Ew, no,” you waved your hand, cringing at the idea of having to eat whatever leftover (and probably moldy) food was stuffed in the back of Suma’s fridge. The girl had a habit of forgetting takeout and growing new strains of bacteria that should probably be classified as hazardous waste and disposed of as such. “I like my life, thank you.”

“It’s not that bad!” Suma sipped her drink, lip wobbling. “I cleaned it out last month. You guys are so meaaaaan!”

“Get going, then,” Shinobu waved you off, smiling lazily and swirling the glass of wine she was nursing. “And one of us will tail you to make sure you don’t chicken out.”

“I’m glad you all will be enjoying this,” you stood, almost toppling over as the floor swayed. “Because I’m 100% sure I’ll be getting chewed out for flashing my tits instead of the thanks I deserve for blessing him with this view.”

“You can cry yourself to sleep later,” Makio called after you, laughter from the large group echoing behind you, a stupid, drunk smile still on your face.

The boy’s hall was one floor down, and you didn’t trust yourself on the stairs, so you had to wait for the elevator. Heat rolled off your skin from the warmth of the room you’d just left- it had been near suffocating with the bodies of all your friends pressed together in a game of Spin-the-Bottle. The suggestion had come from Mitsuri, and the rest of you agreed, eager for some fun and laughs. The dares had started off simple, as had the truths, devolving into more debauched and crazy requests as the alcohol hit everybody’s systems.

The elevator doors finally opened, and you entered, mashing the button for the floor below yours while leaning against the wall languidly.

It was Hinatsuru who’d actually gotten you into this predicament, if you really thought about it. The conversation had turned to the boy’s hall earlier on in the game, around the time you’d chosen truth on your turn.

“Fuck, marry, kill,” Hinatsuru said. “With Tengen, Sanemi, and Kyojuro.”

Your answer had surprised everyone, leaving mouths agape around the entire circle when you chose to off the infamous lady-killer Tengen, marry the college heart-throb Kyojuro, and fuck Sanemi Shinazugawa. No explanation was provided in the following uproar, but you hadn’t been so drunk as to miss the devious sparkle that lit in Makio’s eyes. She’d been waiting for you to choose “dare” and pounced the moment the words had left your lips.

Now you were stumbling down the hall, counting doors until you reached room 413. You paused for a fraction of a second, wondering if you should think through the all the possibly embarrassing outcomes, but didn’t let the hesitation sway your resolve. Rapping on the door, you tucked a stray hair behind your ear. A few moments passed and you wondered if maybe Sanemi was out, and you wouldn’t have to complete the dare. Maybe you’d get a pass (and also wouldn’t have to consume any of the potentially fatal food from Suma’s fridge).

The universe had other plans, however, as the door opened to reveal a scowling white-haired man. The black sweats he wore hung low on his hips, a white undershirt clinging to his torso and leaving his shoulder bare. The jagged scars across his entire body did nothing to hinder the butterflies starting to dance in your gut at the sight of him.

He’d been your crush since you started school, and until tonight you’d hidden it pretty well.  Almost everyone thought he was a grumpy asshole (which he could be sometimes), and you’d even been half-frightened to death the first time you’d seen him, his sharp voice making your heart stutter in fear, but the trepidation quickly faded as you watched him interact with faculty and some of the younger students. He was respectful, if blunt, and even if he was a bit harsh on the new kids, he went out of his way to make sure they got to the right classes. You’d caught the tail end of his conversation with what you assumed was his younger brother a few weeks back that solidified your perception of him to be correct: he was a big softie underneath that prickly exterior.

It also didn’t hurt that Sanemi was gorgeous to look at. He obviously took good care of himself, and had stunning features: lavender eyes, white hair, and long lashes. He wasn’t as tall as some of the other guys in school, like Tengen, but you didn’t give a flying fuck when his body looked like that and his voice had that raspy growl when he spoke.

“What do you want?”

The flat tone broke through your thoughts, snapping you back to reality where Sanemi stood with his arms crossed and a bored look on his face. As much as you felt like throwing up from the way your nerves were turning the butterflies in your stomach into poisonous slugs, you grabbed the hem of your shirt and flipped it up. The cool air of the hall raised gooseflesh on your stomach and tits, and you almost shivered.

The look on Sanemi’s face went from blank, to confused, to alarmed in less than a second, and you wished you could have recorded it to watch later. You dropped your top back down, tilted your head with a coy smirk, and clasped your hands behind your back as you took a step back, turning on your heel to head back to your friends without a word, dare complete.

“What the hell-”

A hand encircled your wrist and you paused, looking back at Sanemi.

“Yeah?”

Sanemi looked lost, an expression you hadn’t expected to see on his face after your little display. His tongue darted out to wet his lips, the faintest blush dusting his ears and the high point of his cheek bones.

“What was that for?” he demanded, finally finding his voice.

“A dare,” you shrugged, answering before your brain caught up with your mouth.

He let go of your hand, straightening and recovering his usual pissy frown. You stayed rooted to where you were, staring at him with a curious gaze.

“Just a dare? Not… ‘cause you wanted to?”

He sounded borderline petulant if your ears were hearing things right. You kicked aside your nerves to step closer, meeting his eyes and getting uncomfortably close to him.

“Can’t it be both?”

He swallowed, eyes flickering down to your parted lips.

“Is… it?”

You lidded your eyes, grinning up at him, a breath away from his face. His own eyes were starting to grow a bit hazy with want, sending a thrill through you.

“Why don’t you use some context clues?”

“Why don’t you spell it out for me?” he countered, hands coming up to rest gently on your hips.

You caught your lip between your teeth, sliding your fingers under the edges of the narrow white straps of his tank top and tugging him closer.

“I want you to fuck me.”

Sanemi’s arms were around you before you realized it, and your world was literally turned on its head as he picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder. A doorframe passed your view, and the creak and slam let you know that you were inside his room before he threw you onto the bed, eyes filled with lust.

“Say the word,” he caged you in with his arms. “And I’ll stop.”

“What do I say to make you keep going?” you asked playfully, sliding your hands down his chest.

Sanemi made a noise in his throat, surging forward to capture your lips with his. His tongue danced along your teeth and you nipped at his lower lip, wrapping your arms around his neck. Sage green covers crumpled under your back as you writhed under the feeling of his thumbs rubbing circles just above your hip bones.

“I didn’t get a good look at these earlier,” Sanemi pulled back breathlessly, hooking his fingers under your shirt and lifting it to your chin. “Open.”

You obeyed, and Sanemi stuffed the hem of your top into your mouth, making you hold it up while he dropped to lavish your breasts with attention. One calloused thumb pad brushed over the pebbled nub, sending sparks throughout your body, whimpers escaping around the fabric clenched in your teeth. His tongue pressed against the other nipple, enveloping it in heat. You tried to draw your legs up, but Sanemi forced them apart with one knee, pressing into your crotch. You squirmed against it, trying to get friction, not caring if you looked desperate.

Sanemi pulled back, relieving you completely of your shirt as he tugged it over your head. Your mouth finally free, you propped yourself up on your elbows to chase his lips. He obliged you, letting the taste of his mouth fill yours, a hand dropping to trace your skin with blunt fingertips. Everything was heady from alcohol and lust, and you giggled against his touch. It was like a dream: you and Sanemi.

The hunger for more was quickly sinking its teeth into your stomach.

You pushed yourself up, forcing Sanemi’s compliant form back until he was sitting on his knees. Hands found their way to his waistband, and he assisted in removing the offending fabric. Hot, moist breath fanned over his erect member, one of his hands already buried in your hair. You pressed the flat of your tongue to the underside, licking up and reveling in the sharp intake of breath above you.

“Fuck,” Sanemi groaned.

You took him into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the dark pink head to hear those lovely noises that he tried desperately to hold back escape from his throat. Scarred hands had threaded through your hair and gripped tightly, controlling your movements. Spit dripped down the sides of his dick and clung at the corners of your mouth as Sanemi fucked your face, eyes locked on where his cock slipped in and out of your swollen lips.

“Shit,” he cursed, pulling you off of him after a particularly deep thrust that had left you gagging around him. “Are you-”

“Good,” you assured him, eyes half closed in contentment, flickering downwards as you caught your lips between your teeth.

“Lay down,” Sanemi instructed, an amused smile creeping onto his face as you scrambled to obey.

He moved to between your legs, a hand dropping to slide against the bundle of nerves at the apex of your sex. You whimpered, wriggling against his touch and clutching the sheets with both hands.

“Touch your tits,” Sanemi said. “Since you were so intent on showing off earlier.”

You flushed a deep ruddy color, hands hesitantly coming up to brush over your breasts as a sliver of embarrassment wormed its way into your brain. Sanemi watched your face, your own gaze obscured by lowered lashes and intent on staring at his hand moving at your core.

“Look at me,” he commanded, drawing your eyes to his. “Say my name.”

“S-Sanemi.”

Now that Sanemi was controlling the situation, you found yourself more nervous and unsure of yourself, not used to having the attention on you like this during sex: his smoldering intense gaze and demand for eye contact unsettled- but also thrilled- you.

“Again,” Sanemi pressed one finger against your entrance.

“Sanemi…” you swallowed, body tensing involuntarily.

“Relax,” he lowered himself down until his breath warmed your neck, pressing kisses against your throat. “Say it again.”

“Sanemi-”

Your voice pitched up at the end of his name as his finger plunged into you, velvet walls clenching at the intrusion. Sanemi swore under his breath, rolling his hips against the mattress in time with the slow thrusts of his finger inside of you, slowly pressing another in alongside it after a minute. Your whole body rippled and clenched, searching for more stimulation and touch, arms wrapping around Sanemi’s broad shoulders.

“More, please,” you whined into his hair.

“Already? You sure you’re ready?” Sanemi asked, lifting his head to look you in the eye.

You nodded, furrowing your brow and frowning. Sanemi tried to hide the smile tugging at the corner of his lips and cleared his throat to cover a laugh at your pout. His fingers withdrew from the warmth of your body, making you gasp. He readjusted, positioning himself at your entrance, and you could swear you saw his hands tremble from excitement.

“Fffffu-” Sanemi’s swear was cut off as you clenched around him.

As much as you tried to relax, the pressure between your legs made your body flex and tense. It wasn’t making Sanemi’s job any easier- although from the look on his face, you assumed it wasn’t exactly a bad thing.

“Shit, you’re so- fuck-”

The garbled praise stroked your ego. You wiggled your hips, feeling a bit of satisfaction when Sanemi grabbed them to keep you from moving, face turning pink as his mouth fell open.

“D-don’t do that. Give me a second.”

“Aww,” you crooned, teasing a bit. “Pussy too good?”

“Shut up,” he scowled (not a true scowl, you noted with delight) and pulled his hips back, snapping into you with a ferocity you didn’t expect. A gasp escaped your lips and your own cheeks pinked.

The pace was slow but steady; deep strokes dragging against your plush walls. Each time he plunged into you it felt like he pressed farther in, hitting deeper and deeper until you were sure he couldn’t get any more in your guts than he was, only to be proven wrong. You were breathless as each thrust forced the air from your lungs in a choked whimper, Sanemi’s hips bruising the back of your thighs with the amount of force he applied in retaliation for your teasing.

Your eyes threatened to roll back into your skull, mouth open in a silent cry, tits bouncing with each slap of skin.

“What’s the matter?” Sanemi taunted, throwing your words back into your face. “Dick too good?”

You whimpered a reply, digging your hands into the covers that had rucked up around your head from all the movement. The ridges of the ropy scars adorning his hips were quickly imprinting themselves into the skin of your backside from the harsh impact of each thrust. Sanemi’s pale skin had flushed across his chest and cheeks from the exertion, heat rolling off his figure in waves. A faint sheen of sweat covered both of your bodies, glittering in the low light of Sanemi’s bedside lamp as lewd sounds filled the air.

Your keens began to pitch upwards at the end as Sanemi adjusted the angle he fucked into you at, curling his body over yours and pressing his lips against your collarbone as you released the sheets to anchor your hands in his hair once again. Dark marks painted the column of your neck and along your decollete, purple and damp from Sanemi’s mouth. His hips stuttered against yours, movements starting to become frantic and erratic as your legs instinctively locked around his waist, drawing him closer. He snaked one hand down between the two of you, fumbling fingers flicking your clit with a marked lack of the earlier finesse he’d displayed.

You legs flexed, core winding tighter until a well-timed thrust had you spilling over the edge, his name tearing from your throat. The fluttering of your lush walls around him as you came was Sanemi’s undoing, his own orgasm ripping through him as he groaned your name in a hungry desperation, hips still rutting into you even as the bliss began to fade. It was as if he didn’t want it to end, pushing himself impossibly closer to you and locking his arms around your neck in an embrace as his body slowed to a standstill, half-crushing you under his weight.

“Stay for a bit?”

The faint request was mumbled breathlessly, almost inaudible. You cracked open your eyes, which had fluttered shut in ecstasy earlier. Sanemi was propped on his elbows, half-hovering over you. The tension rose again, something in his eyes melting your heart into a warm sludge that settled in your stomach.

The moment was shattered by a loud voice shouting just outside Sanemi’s door.

 “You have five seconds to become decent before I come in!”

Shinobu’s voice wasn’t hard to recognize, and your face went white. Sanemi threw his shirt at you, grabbing his pants and shoving both feet in, comically wiggling them on. His shirt was just long enough to cover up the important parts on you, even if your nipples were a bit visible through the thin material. The door flung open (Shinobu had granted you an extra second, which you were thankful for) to reveal the dark-haired woman standing with one hand on her hip, the other holding the door wide. The rest of your friends were accumulated behind her, peering around and over her shoulders in varying degrees of shock and delight at your compromising position.

Sanemi glanced between your embarrassed face and the group of girls blocking his door. You could see him put two and two together in his head.

“Did you all have to tail me?” you covered your red face with your hands.

“I take it I have one of them to thank for that dare?” Sanemi’s resting bitch face was back in action as he left the bed, striding over to the group.

“You’re welcome,” Makio raised her bottle in a lazy salute.

“I’ll send you a thank-you card later,” Sanemi took control of the door back from Shinobu. “In the meantime; I’d appreciate it if you’d stop clogging up the hall.”

“I can’t believe she’d rather fuck you than Tengen,” Makio shook her head, pushing off the wall.

“Tengen?” Sanemi raised a brow.

“She chose to kill Tengen in Fuck, Marry, Kill,” Suma offered. “And to Fuck you.”

“Suma!” you groaned. “Can you all just leave?”

Sanemi leaned lazily against the door.

“So is that why you dared her to fuck me?”

There was a chorus of laughter, none louder than Makio’s. Sanemi raised his brows, watching the woman doubled over in laughter.

“We never dared her to sleep with you,” Makio finally straightened, wheezing. “Just to flash her tits.”

The door slammed in their faces, Sanemi’s back to you as he locked it. You swallowed, hands holding the hem of his shirt down over your thighs as you sat in his bed. Sanemi’s shoulders heaved as if he was taking deep breaths.

“You… didn’t get dared to fuck me?”

Sanemi spun on his heel, in front of you before you realized it. His lavender eyes locked with yours. It took a second for you to notice the cocky smile playing on his lips.

“No, but I wanted to, though,” you wet your lips, eyes roving over Sanemi’s face. “Does it matter?”

His lips pulled back to reveal a full smile, something you’d never seen before. His hands came up to either side of your face. When his face was a fraction away from yours, he paused, rubbing his thumb along your cheekbone.

“Hell-fucking-no,” he growled, surging forward to catch your mouth with his.

Outside the room and down the hall, the gaggle of girls waited at the elevator, voices not exactly quiet.

“Why did you make her flash Sanemi?” Mitsuri asked Makio. “You know he can be… rough around the edges. What if he’d… not been into it.”

Makio laughed.

“A little birdie told me Sanemi had a bit of a crush on a certain someone,” the blonde tossed her empty bottle into a trash receptacle. “And I had a perfect opportunity to play matchmaker. Why shouldn’t I?”

[asterkyo]

“ I'll Be Fucking You Right ”

Degrading, dom reader, gn reader, sub karaku, reader has a strap/dick. Imagine Karaku in front of you on the bed. Legs wide open and arms tied behind his back, just waiting for you to fill his greedy hole with your strap/dick.

“C-come on~ I wanna feel you inside already” He spread his legs wider showcasing his already prepped hole. “You already prepped yourself? What a greedy slut” You decide to get it over with and sink your cock/strap inside him. “A-agh! H-hurry..” He grinds against your cock/strap seemingly impatient. You slap his ass.hard. “H-aah!~” “You'll take whatever I give you, you fucking whore”. You give his ass another slap while pistoning inside him, setting at a brutal pace. “Yes! R-right th-there!~” At this point you were fucking his prostate so hard that his mind went dumb. Your cock/strap was hitting all the right places making his eyes roll into the back of his head and his moans grew louder than before. He felt his orgasm approaching as he arches his back beautifully “Such a good little slut for my cock/strap~” You grip his hips tightly and pick up the speed, chasing your own orgasm. “W-wait! T-too Fast!!~ AAH~~” You lean towards his chest and promptly bite his nipple. “A-AGH!!~~ Y-you know those are s-sensitive!!!~” His moans only got more whorish as his orgasm ripples through him and he cums hard on to his chest. That doesn't stop you from slowing down your harsh pase, seeing Karaku tremble and twitch below you makes you want to mess him up more “Don't think that I'm done with you yet, I'm just getting started”

When you finally get motivation:

[alhenaonthestage]

Summary: Yuna's life changes drastically once she starts following Rengoku's instructions. New people begin to appear in her life, bringing with them new goals and challenges she never imagined before. What once seemed like a predictable routine now turns into a series of unexpected encounters and difficult decisions, marking the beginning of a profound transformation in her fate.

[yoonkles]

thinking about tanjiro watching sanemi fall into alcoholism after genya’s death and how gut churningly guiltly he would feel

thinking about nezuko avoiding sanemi at all costs because everytime she smiles at him, his face drops and his eyes get empty, and she can’t bare to be the cause of it anymore

thinking about giyuu having to clean and rebandage sanemi’s missing fingers because he refuses to do it himself, knowing those were the fingers he attempted to blind genya with

thinking about tengen showing sanemi the burial site of his own siblings, because he needs his friend to know he’s not alone in his grief

thinking about sanemi kneeling at an empty grave and praying to a body that is not buried

[reine-uls]

More Cold Affections drawings~ 😃

Midterms are done~ So I’ll be able to continue writing chapter 35 😄

[luv4ten]

me eating up fanart, fanfics and edits of ships i don’t know anything about

[lexsssu]

Pawn (Uzui Tengen)

TAGS: Tengen/F!reader, alternate universe, breeding, married sex, smut, drabble Ao3 ver. | Ko-fi | Commissions (OPEN)

Iɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴜsʙᴀɴᴅ ғɪɴᴅs ᴛʜᴇ ɢʟᴏᴡ ᴏғ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀʜᴏᴏᴅ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴜᴛᴛᴇʀʟʏ ɪʀʀᴇsɪsᴛɪʙʟᴇ.

“It’s finally safe enough for us to have that family we always wanted…so don’t even think I’m gonna hold back tonight. I’m not stopping until I’m sure there’s already a baby growing in your tummy. Got that, sweetheart?”

Tengen was once just a mere pawn of his family, seemingly destined to follow the same fate as his predecessors before him. Being born to a clan of shinobi meant that he must obey the orders of his superiors.

But when he was presented with three women who were to become his wives, something within him screamed and fought to break away. That what they wanted him to do, who they wanted him to commit to, would be going against himself.

And so, Tengen Uzui ran and never looked back.

Fast forward several years later, the now former Sound Hashira knows for sure that he would never regret his decision to leave behind the life of a shinobi and the expectations placed upon him at birth. 

How could he when he had you in his arms right now? Your soft skin glistened with a fine sheen of sweat as your breasts jiggled with each deep, heavy thrust into your weeping cunt.  

Pretty little you who’d never had a man, not even a lover, and simply content with living your simple life. Fortunately or unfortunately for you, you’d gotten his attention, and Tengen could never really look away from you after that.

If someone asked him what he thought about you the first time he settled his eyes on you, there would only ever be one answer.

“I’m going to marry her.”

And now, with the threat of demons finally gone, Tengen didn’t want to waste any more time. The wedding ceremony is held on a nice, sunny day with not a cloud in sight, and as he led you inside your new home for the rest of your lives, the restraints he'd imposed on himself were finally broken.

“Feel how deeply I’m reaching inside of you, sweetie? I need to do that to make sure you’re gonna get knocked up, okay? Wanna see those pretty tits filled with milk and your belly growing all big with my kid.”