#kimestu no yaiba x male reader

[sleep-0-deprived]

Kyojuro Rengoku x male reader smut? Kyojuro gets like a fixation on breeding his boyfriend even though it's not biologically possible?

Kyojuro Rengoku x male reader breeding imagined ~

Imagine Rengoku being all pent up from missions, his body always strained and under pressure but his favorite way to relieve that pressure is by a nice breeding arch with his boyfriend! He’s totally convinced that if he breeds your little hole enough and gives it all the cum it can take that you’d get all knocked up! And the thought of your belly all round from his seed makes him wanna breed you all over again.

Imagine Rengoku who holds your hips right against his groin for a whole minute every time he cum’s inside you to ensure his seed “takes root” inside you.

Imagine Rengoku who holds you in a mating press for hours in hopes he’ll impregnate you, cum oozing out of you with every pump of his cock as your ass squelches all stiffens and gaping around his cock as he presses your legs to your chest going absolute feral of top of you, him being the flame hashira having nice stamina not minding as he pushes orgasm after orgasm inside you only stopping if you can’t take it or he runs dry

Imagine Rengoku who is so delusional and obsessed with knocking you up he gets worried something’s wrong with him when you don’t get knocked up because despite you being a man he’s convinced of you get stuffed enough you’ll eventually conceive a child.

Imagine Rengoku who comes home from his missions day dreaming already wanting to be back inside you again wanting to fill your hole up with his cum, you’ve been fucked in every place and position in the flame estate.

Imagine when Rengoku is alone on a mission his cock all hard in his pants angrily nudging against them all pent up needing release as he reaches his hand down not wanting to touch himself not wanting to waste any cum unless it’s going somewhere on or inside of you, whether it’s on your face and chest or in your ass he only wants to use his seed on your body.

[mythicalmyles]

Hello again!

I saw that you were fine writing for demon slayer so I wanted to ask if you would be fine writing something for Muzan and Kokushibo?

Like double pen, noncon or anything you want to add to it.

Sorry if this is akward, I never requested anything before :']

<🌪> <3

(Noncon, Double Pen, Overstim, Sub!Bottom!Male!Reader, Mentions of Blood, Stomach Bulging)

Muzan's an asshole

You let out a sob into Muzan’s palm, his fingers digging into your cheeks. You shook as you felt the tip of his cock pressing against your hole, fear filling up your stomach as you braced yourself. “I’m surprised no one plucked you up yet, just sitting there all wide eyed and pretty and all alone.” Muzan’s voice was like velvet, his words held a psychotic note.

He began pushing you down onto his cock, his palm keeping your mouth shut as you whined through gritted teeth. It felt unbearable having him slide into you, your ass clenching around his cock. You could feel every ridge on his cock, his thick shaft stretching you to your limit.

The pain was mind numbing but you forced your body to relax, welcoming him deeper inside of you. You curled back into his chest, pathetic cries held back by Muzan’s hand.

The sudden opening of the door had you jumping up, moaning when Muzan’s cock rubbed roughly against your prostate. Your wide eyes stared into six yellow pupils that swam in oceans of blood, the overwhelming feeling of being utterly powerless wrapped its way around your heart and clenched around it tight.

You shook in Muzan's arms as eyes roamed your body. "Care to join?" Muzan's voice had your blood turning cold, his blatant disregard for your wants scaring you. You knew better then to defy or fight him, yet your body screamed at you as your eyes glossed over with tears.

Before you had even fully blinked Kokushibo appeared in front of you, you let out a gasp as you flung yourself back into Muzan's chest. Muzan's chuckle was cold and lifeless, Kokushibo's hands rubbing circles around your buds. Your mouth gaped as you looked up at him. "Where did you find this delicious little thing?" You whined, his words striking fear into your heart.

"Little thing was hiding in a barn, shaking like a leaf." They both laughed. "His mother was particularly delicious." You sobbed into Muzan's hand, tears freely running down your cheeks as blood flashed through your mind.

His leather gloved hand stuck to your sweaty skin, you already felt beyond your limit but Kokushibo grabbed your thighs just under the knee and spread them around his hips. You could feel every muscle Muzan had pressing up against your back, his shirt sticking to your sweaty skin.

Muzan's hand moved from your mouth to your neck, resting his hand around your throat. You let out a loud cry when Kokushibo's cock began sliding in next to Muzan's cock, it felt unbearable with every inch that slid into you. You could feel the tears and snot drip down your face as you openly sobbed, you could never have imaged in your life that two demons would split you open on their cocks.

Muzan's rough hands grabbing you from out behind a hay bale stuck in your mind, screams of horror filling the once peaceful night sky. You knew you were dripping precum, you could feel it dribbling down your cock. You were wrapped up in shame, the feeling of their cocks ramming into your prostate was mind blowing.

You could see their cocks bulging out your stomach, shivers wracking your body at the sight of them stretching out your insides. "Looks like he's falling apart." Kokushibo's voice barley registered in your head, completely drunk off of the feeling of them slamming their thick cock's into your tiny hole. "He can take it." Muzan smirked, hand slapping against your thigh and causing a yelp to flee for your lips.

You felt your own cum hit you in the chin, whining when Muzan stopped you from wiping it off. "Oh no, pretty, you better get use to that." Muzan's words had you shaking in his grasp, his hand lightly tightening around your neck. Kokushibo groaned at the sight of you loosing oxygen.

You could feel your own eyes rolling back, the grunts of the two men ploughing into you fading and ringing out. Muzan finally relazed his hand and you coughed as you sucked in air. "Fuck, fuck." Kokoshibo groaned as he released inside of you, the feeling of you clenching around him too much.

He leaned back against the table, arms tensing as he held onto the edge, happy to watch Muzan continue pounding into you. "We're gonna be here all night, pretty boy." Muzan chuckled, eyes widening in glee with his newfound pet.

[softscummymammon]

Blood in Flame and Rain

Chapter 1: Awakening

It was snowing. A lot.

Nothing good comes when it snows. People say it's beautiful, but pretty things are almost always the most dangerous. Snow was cold, it covered the ground in an ironic blanket of frozen water, when a blanket was supposed to keep you warm instead. People take for granted how lucky they are; to have warmth, or a blanket. They don't see the wonders right in front of them. The snow covers the ground in a white sheet, and it's nearly impossible to find anything if it falls in the white void. There was a new color now. It was deep, rich crimson, and the faint smell of iron stuck up the sharp cold air. It burned. As it hit the snow the red bled through the white and slowly made it turn pink. It littered the snowy carpeted ground in sections, some darker than others. It was dark, so dark, deep and black. He couldn't see anything besides white, watery red, and black. The falling snow stung his eyes and the freezing air scraped his lungs like daggers. Skin blistered and scarred with freezer burn and open wounds dragged him further down, and there was no light on the other side for him to see. It was only snow.

A soft thump echoed through the vast mountain scape. The howling wind carried the sound and deafened it all the same. A body laid prown in the snow, the snow becoming a watery grave. Ragged breathing came from the shallow grave. White snow slowly turned red and pink as its pristine white color became tarnished with coppery red blood. One hand stuck through the fallen snow that was as pale as the ground around it. Fingertips changing a bloodless white, pearls of blood slid down nailless fingers and into the pink snow. A slight twitch from the thumb was the only indication of life still beating in the body of the prown figure. But the life flowing through the living corpse was slowing down and coating the ground in red.

A wordless whimper floated up from the crater. The hand numbly moved from its place buried in the snow to press flatly against the ground, leaving an imprint underneath a bloody palm. Heaving itself up from the ground, clumps of snow slid off a blood and torn haori and stuck to frozen hair. Onyx black hair sprawled around the snow, blood red tips blended in with the corrupted pristine snow while the black showed starkly.

The tarnished material of the haori grew dark and damp from the snow melting into the fabric. It no longer provided any sense of warmth to the figure wearing it, but it was a layer keeping in what little body heat remained nonetheless. Shivers wracking the being belonging to the haori grew harsh. Its body tried valiantly to warm itself up, but it was all useless in the end, as its core temperature slowly cooled due to the loss of blood and harsh weather. Getting to their shaky knees, the figure pushes itself up only to buckle and collapse face first into the snow. Coughing weakly, blood sprayed and spattered the snow. Clenched fists shook weakly as they once again pressed into the snow. Blood traveled down beaten biceps with thick gashes and covered the fisted hands. Slipping, the body fell with another thud and a second round of wet coughing followed soon after.

Once the coughing stopped and the figure's breathing became too weak, the determination that once fueled the being to keep fighting slowly slipped away along with its precious blood into the snow. The rise and fall of the figure's chest became shallow and slow, strained. Waves of black hair fanned around the body's head and covered the neck and shoulders. The pain once felt by the being slowly eased away to numbness. The wounds made up of gashes, scrapes, punctures, and burns were now irrelevant to them. Frayed and cut nerve endings no longer sent signals to the brain, warning about wounds and the concerning loss of blood. Nausea ate at the figure's stomach, but there was nothing to bring up except the blood pooling in the back of their mouth. Losing themselves to the cold numbness, the limp body grew ever colder.

A slight crunch caught the attention of the living corpse. The sound is so similar to snow pressed under the weight of a snowshoe. Shakingly, the being that lay in the snow looked up, and hazy ombré eyes met the gaze of six unrelenting blood red and hamlin eyes. The blood loss must have made their vision fuzzy, the dying figure guessed. Yet the weighing pressure from the aura surrounding the figure standing above them was none that of a human's. A crispy, deep voice was growled out of the person above the prown body, " How pitiful, " the voice was definitely that of a man's, "had I not smelled your blood from a mile's distance, I would not have seen you here. Left alone to die a bloody and dishonorable death in the cold. "

The man knelt down, closer to the body's level. The oppressing aura grew closer, and the figure in the snow heaved at the weight pressing down on them at all sides. Not a single breath could escape or be pulled into the figure's lungs, for they had shriveled in the wake of man towering above. Reaching out, a cold hand grasped the bruised throat of the vulnerable body and lifted them from the snow with ease.

Blood choked the lifted body, and trails of the coppery red liquid slithered onto the hand of the person who held them from the mouth and lips. Choking, a stuttered cough was attempted, only to stain the arm attached to the hand that ceased the figure's air supply. Clumps of suggy red snow fell from the body as they were lifted from the ground, feet airborne and not touching the snow below foot. The voice spoke up once more, "Even though you lasted this long within these harsh conditions of the mountains in your state, you must be strong in your own regard. "

Upon closer inspection, the man could tell multiple things about the corpse he found while wandering in the mountainous terrain. They had onyx black hair, almost as dark as the clouded over sky above them that ended in red tips the same color as the blood coating their pale skin. Defiant dark amber eyes stared back at him through the haziness that their blood loss brought upon them. He was thoroughly intrigued.

The figure choked on blood in response. Huffing in contempt, the man dropped the corpse and watched as they hit the ground with a muffled thud. Kneeling once more to their level, the tall male watched them for a moment before reaching out. Fingertips amidst talons stroked the pale skin of the breathing corpse's cheek. The touch of the man's thumb stroked pleasantly over the freezing cold skin, mapping out shapes that were not there.

Humming to himself in a clear indication of agreement to the unvoiced thoughts of his own, the hand halted any further stroking. Instead, six eyes of blood and gold found a peculiar gash along the side of the dying human's arm. Reaching for it, without a moment's hesitation, dug his thumb into the shredded open wound.

A piercing scream flooded the mountain tops. One that came from an animal in agony begging for death or release. It shattered any peace the mountain had known only moments before. It broke into sobs and hiccups before reaching new levels an octave higher. The limp body now knew levels of strength it did not know before, like it had been unlocked in its time of great pain. Writhing and shaking with ragged gasps for air, shaky yet desperate hands grabbed and clawed at the wrist belonging to the man currently creating the person's pain.

Yet the perpetrator inflicting the pain paid no mind to the futile attempts at dislodging his hand. Instead, he drew the shapes he had created earlier upon the body's skin in their own blood. Tears fell down the body's cheeks, yet they did not reach the new markings as the monster above him refused to let the salty liquid disturb the new shapes.

Once done, the figure reached up to their palm and cut a slice through their own skin, watching as their blood beaded through the cut. With their mouth open to increase the amount of air taken in in the wake of the sudden onslaught of pain, the being pressed their bleeding palm to the dried tongue of the human below him. Choked off cries of protest followed, but the dark creeping edges of black in their vision and the sudden wave of exhaustion halted their desperate escape attempts.

"You will thank me when you are reborn. You will be stronger, faster, and under the tutelage of my Master, you will become unstoppable, " The figure above the human proclaimed.

Just as they were about to succumb to the black edges of unconsciousness, the human's vision cleared and their roasted honey eyes met those of blood and gold. The everclear kanji for One stared back at them.

"Your name is no longer relevant, as you will never be what it represents again. Instead, you will become something better. Your name must be better, for that name will be cried out in tears and blood.

" You will now be known as Yasha Akuma. Demon of the third moon, and painter of roads in red. "

With one final breath, the figure closed their eyes and black welcomed them with open arms. This was warmth, and he will forever bask in the heat of his shadowy blanket.

[spacemanroger]

Not So Secret Valentine

request: can i request a modern zenitsu x chubby!black male reader? like how they get together on white day/valentine's day or smth and how their relationship is afterwards? if you do this thanks in advance, if not thank you anyway!

author’s note: i was going to make it a headcannon format, but i just thought fuck it. hope who ever requested likes it! there’s another part that’s in headcannon format for afterwards. also, [ec] = your eye color.

paring: zenitsu x black chubby reader.

genre: fluff

word count - 1.8k

for black male-aligned readers only.

"I can’t believe that imbecile of a coach, he had the nerve to..."

You were at the cafeteria listening to Inosuke's rants with Tanjiro while, Zenitsu hummed a random pop song next to you, peeling his orange in his hand.

You had met the unusual pairs back in sophomore year. Being new and all was an experience back then. You had felt so alone before; until one day, Zenitsu saw you sitting alone, picking at your food at the cafeteria table. 

He was so friendly and inviting; you knew he was going to be something special to you from there and, you guessed he did too because he brought his other friends Tanjiro and Inosuke with him the next day.

Staring at the red heart-shaped decorations in the cafeteria, your mind slips out the conversation with the group as Insouke and Tanjiro talk within themselves. 

You had held this from them; you didn't know why but, you had just felt to keep this a secret. Anyways though, you were getting letters in your locker - not hateful ones. 

But, sweet letters from a secret valentine. 

Today's special letter was a light beige card. It had a beautiful white pigeon drawing that rested on a hand.

On the bottom of the card read 'My Valetine.' 

In the card, it had read.

"Dear Y/N, 

Hey, it's me again, your secret valentine. My letters will end today.

I can't always explain my feelings the best way I want you to understand; every time we talk I get backtracked by the many strong feelings I have for you. I even stutter at times because I feel afraid of what you'll say next, whether that's rejection or acceptance. I'm afraid you'll see me differently. 

This is why I wrote these letters but, now I don't want to be anonymous. 

I want you to know me. I want you to see me for not only my words but for how I feel because you are really special to me and, it's what you deserve.

Meet me at the drama club after your last class ends. 

From yours truly." 

The handwriting was familiar to you like, you've seen it before. It was so sloppy but put-together in a way.

The letters had started the first week of February, on Monday. At first, you had thought it was missent letter to your locker but; the mystery person had kept sending one every day since then.

You had made your guess who it was several times but, you had thought none of them felt... right. 

Well, there was one. 

Zenitsu. You had a crush on him since the beginning where you guys first met. 

It was a one-sided thing where you fondled him with your [ec] eyes as Zenitsu's golden eyes, focused on something else.

You never told anyone besides Tanjiro, who had found out after a drunken mishap when you guys had played truth or dare. 

You didn't want to get you started on that embarrassing experience - safe to say it was the last time you were playing that dangerous game. But anyways, you thought it was foolish to think he would like you specifically, nonetheless Zenitsu liking guys.

With a slight nudge on your right shoulder, you get out of your never-ending thoughts. "Y/N, you there?" It was Zenitsu. He had an infectious smile on his red-tinted face. "Hm, Yeah?" 

You glance at Insouke and Tanjiro who, seem to still to be talking.

"Something on your mind? Y-you know you could talk to me?" Zenitsu says. You move your palm under your chin, sighing off to the distance. 

Valentine was today, and you couldn't even figure who could even like you - and you were meeting them today. What if was somebody you didn't even like? Or, someone you didn't consider. You had thought it would be so embarrassing rejecting them when putting so much thought into valentine's gift.

"Just trying to figure out something." You replied shortly after, smiling softly at him. That was one of the reasons you liked Zenitsu - his attentiveness - he was always aware when you were having a frustrating day and, always trying to cheer you up.

“Well whatever is on your mind, remember to give everything a opportunity.” Zenitsu added, his ear tips getting redder by the second. 

You look at him with raised eyebrows. What did he mean by that? 

The school bell rings, echoing throughout the cafeteria for class; Zenitsu leaves you in confusion as he says his goodbyes to you and your friends.

Getting to your feet; you look at Zenitsu's blonde hair as he goes out the cafeteria green doors. 

You shake your head convincing yourself that you were just being superstitious. It was just friends giving you simple advice. You make your leave to class as well, saying your leave to Tanjiro and Inosuke.

In mid-lesson, you were still distracted by the mysteries of the valentine; not even your favorite subject could have calmed you down. 

You look at the clock in the front of the classroom clock as it slowly ticks towards the end of the class, it was as time was slower than usual. Though, your rapid thoughts come to a halt as the teacher calls on you. You answer with the right answer of course, already knowing the answer to the question from your studies.

The class ends; It was now the end of school. You squeeze out your chair, pushing the chair back a little. 

Grabbing your backpack from the back of the chair, you leave the still room to the busy hallway. You walk down the hall, gushing at the people who had big valentine's gifts in their hands; wishing you were them. For you, being a big romantic had its pros and cons. 

It was a good thing because you had many ideas of what you would want to do if you had a partner but, bad because you didn't even have a partner to do it with.

You collect your thoughts as you realize you were now at the drama club. Twisting the doorknob you open the door slowly to the dim room. 

Your mouth goes agape as you see what was inside.

You step inside not before closing the door behind you; the room was so decorative. 

It had yellow-tinted string lights along walls that glowed the average-sized room. You follow the tiny paper hearts that led a trail to the middle of the room - you pitied the person who made this, for the mess they had to clean up afterward but, appreciated the mystery person because it was so thoughtful.

Twirling around to see the room, you don't notice the blonde that was sweating bullets in the middle of the room. You hear a short cough and you bring your attention to the person awkwardly standing with a red rose in the middle of the room.

Your heart leaps seeing the boy's honey-brown eyes.

"Zenitsu?" Your mouth begins to open again mouth in awe. 

"Y/N." Zenitsu exhales.

You go closer to him at arm's length. “I can’t believe it’s you.” The skin of Zenitsu’s skin glistened in the yellow-tinted light sweat with sweat. His gaze falls to the floor as you stare at him in disbelief. You could tell he was very nervous.

“... I hope that’s a good thing … Don't tell anyone this but I had to bribe the drama teacher to use the room afterschool." Zenitsu nervously laughs. He brings his gaze back to your [ec] eyes. 

“I'm sorry, if this awkward. I wanted to tell you I liked you from junior year but, I didn't know how to tell you. If this is uncomfortable we can just pretend this never happened. I mean if you want to. We don't have to be friends either if you don't want that too.”  He pauses, scratching his neck. "Not that our friendship is that disposable." 

Zenitsu rambles on as you forget how to articulate a sentence. You shake your head, realizing what was happening. "Zenitsu." You call out his name trying to catch his attention in his craze-rant with himself. 

Walking closer to him; only stopping when you were mere centimeters away from his face. "Zenitsu, please." He stops his rambles mid-way, flicking his eyes all over your features before focusing on your [ec] eyes.

“I like you too. Well, I- I’ve always liked since we first met.” You go grab his hand's right hand with yours and lace them with yours. "I just never thought you would like me back." Squeezing his hand with yours; you could see Zenistu’s gears turning in his head as his small frown turns into a wide smile.

"Can I … Can I kiss you?" Zenitsu hesitantly asks. You nod your head, laughing, as he leans his face closer to yours; you wondered if he could feel your pounding in your chest as he put his hand on your hips. 

With him putting light presser against soft lips, you almost die on the spot. 

Zenitsu's lips were a mixture of sour and sweet; they tasted like blueberry sour - patches. (Very specific I know just bear with me here.) Zenitsu tilts your head up with his as he goes deeper into the kiss. The kiss was so soft and gentle.

Zenitsu pulls back slowly; he watches your eyes flutters open. A yelp comes out of Zenitsu's lips as he seems to remember something.

"Wait - I almost forgot. I had planned a speech for you, I stayed up all last night planning for this moment. I was going to say it when you came in but, I totally forgot all about it." He lets go of your waist and grabs a wrinkled note from his back pocket.

You smile at the cute sentiment, waiting for him to read out the crumpled letter in front of him.

"I sometimes wonder what would life be like if I wasn't such a stupid boy and, brung my big boy pants to confess to you in the first year that we met. That was when I saw how different and extraordinary of a person you were from everyone else. 

Would I be closer with you where I could kiss you on the lips without consequences, would I be somewhere with you where I could hold you in my arms, and tell you how much I liked you without changing our relationship. 

Those wonders made me think a lot about how much you mean to me. I may not be poetic with my words but, I want you to know you make me feel and think big things. You are a beautiful, creative, and awesome may I say, person. On the inside and out.

I won't turn this into a essay now but, what I wanted to say was would you be my boyfriend?"

You move closer to his face; with a peck on his nose, you say.

"Of course, I'll be your boyfriend."

→ Part ll

[ilikespicyramen]

Douma is so hot

We seriously need more Douma x male reader fluff, angst, nsfw or just anything this man is bisexual it's confirmed in the translation of the fan books, when you translate the fanbook, regarding Douma, it's literal translation is basically that Douma played a childish game of love regardless of gender, realistically, this dude not only hooked up with but probably had actual relationships with both men and women. I am gay I like men & gender non confirming people and I want this mans doumaussy /j I might write him x male reader sometime. anyways Men & Non-Binarys who simp for douma unite

[bhaalspawn300]

To fix the pain of the train arc is by making fanfiction. So basically (this is another request btw) reader likes sending Rengoku boxed lunches with letters about their day and he likes re-reading them if he ever gets bored. -lotus anon

Heart shaped cookies

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Notes- nah but fr I cried a lil writing this cause the idea is adorable Omg,,,I hope you enjoy!

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Life as a Hashira isn't for the faint of heart, Constantly risking your life to protect the innocent from the dangers that lurk in the night, having to train up fellow corps members and just having to constantly watch your back, its not the recommended way to live your life.

For the flame Hashire there was someone that made it all worth it,

Someone that would make the long and far journeys worth it, Every fight was worth it if it meant that He'd get to return to the warm embrace from his partner, Y/N.

It was love at first sight for Kyojuro, the way they welcomed everyone with open arms and a warm smile, how they'd go above and beyond for anyone in the slayer corps while still being able to be a force to be reckon with in battle.

Their friendship only grew from their first encounter with each other and a few months later blossomed into a beautiful relationship, even to have gained a blessing of flashyness from the one and only Uzui Tengen.

Y/n made the constant time apart worth it with thier homemade bentos and love letters, For Kyojuro both the words written on the page and the food prepared with such love and passion helped him have a peice of home with him, Y/N was his home.

Sitting in his chair as the train began to embark on its journey and his watch beginning Kyojuru carefully tore open the the small envelope that had been attached to the box his partners crow dropped by for him

Eyes bright as the sun,

Hair wild as a open fires flames

Smile as wide as the ocean radiating the same warmth once feels in a hot summers day,

Oh how your able to taste the amount of love I feel for you, even though the Bento isn’t large enough to contain it all I hope it reminds you of the space you have taken in my heart, every second your away makes my heart ache but just remembering how many people you save is enough to give me hope that you’ll return home safe as you always do, I hope your safe my love and feast upon the treats that await you,

all my love forever.

Y/n

"please wait for me my love"

bringing the letter to his lips he places a small kiss on the piece of parchment he slowly placed the letter into his uniform pocket he began to open his box to be met with food that could only be described as fairy tale like with how perfect it had been prepared for him.

If only he knew just how serious this mission was then he would have been able to saviour it as if it were his last meal, He would have even taken the chance to write one of the heart felt notes for his partner that he had grown to receive, if only he held them a little tighter before he decended for his mission, If only he got to say I love you one last time, If only life wasn't so cruel.

Sometimes fate has different plans in store for people, fate can either bless you or it can condemn you.

[quality-street-rat]

Zenitsu: I slept for almost 12 hours but I might still be tired so let's go for 12 more.

Y/n: Zen, baby, that's a coma.

Zenitsu: Sounds festive.

[qsphyxias]

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[fortune-fool02]

Cuddles

Muzan kibutsuji x male reader

Requested by: anonymous

I’m sorry if this makes no sense. Please enjoy.

[Name] sat in the living room, setting himself a cup of tea and a cup of blood for his lover, Muzan. From how annoyed the crimson eyed demon was when he left, [Name] was certain his mood would be no better when he returns, if not worse. 

The only thing [Name] knew that could calm the demon was a comforting home to return to, and he did everything he could to make his lover happy. Well, as happy as he could with a human. 

***

When the door opened, [Name] could feel the atmosphere drop in temperature. Muzan was not happy. Said demon entered the living room, his white hat placed on the table beside his red velvet throne as he sat down. His face covered by his clenched fist. [Name] frowned slightly, standing up and approaching Muzan.

“Are you alright?” he asked softly, he got no response. Lowering his head, [Name] grabbed the tray with the drinks on it and offered Muzan his drink. The demon accepted it and took a sip of it. His cold aura softened, returning the temperature to normal. 

“How was your day?” [Name] asked in hopes to cheer Muzan up. Muzan looked up, his crimson eyes glowing softly.

“A waste of time.” was his answer, “A single pathetic excuse of a demon failed to accomplish one simple assignment.” [Name] gave him a sympathetic smile. He knew that Muzan’s tolerance for simple failures of demons was very limited, and so he did all he could to soothe his lover of the annoyance. 

[Name] turned away to grab himself his drink when a force stopped him. He turned back to see Muzan holding onto his shirt, his eyes looking up at his human lover. 

“I would prefer your company to calm me.” The human male smiled at that. It had taken a while for him to understand what Muzan wanted, since he never openly asked for physical comfort. [Name] smiled. The demon set his drink aside and opened his arms, allowing [Name] to sit on his lap and get comfortable, letting his lover snuggle up to him like a cat. 

His arms wrapped around [Name]’s body and nuzzled his head against [Name]’s soft locks of hair. A smile lifting his lips. This made the pathetic bicker with the other demon worth it if [Name] was ready to snuggle up with him. 

[crossroadsandloudmusic]

Hey y’all, it’s me again😁, gonna give a couple updates and maybe post another x reader fic tonight or tomorrow!

I am taking request for x reader fics for these shows/fandoms as well as writing for them on my own accord:

🌊Demon slayer: Kimestu no Yaiba

characters (dead or alive) include:

Main three (aged up)

The Hashiras

Anyone else y’all can think I‘ll write about them

⛓Hunter x Hunter

characters (dead or alive) include:

Main four (aged up)

The Phantom Troupe

The Zoldyck Family (aged up)

The Body Guard team

Anyone else y’all can think of I’ll write about them

Upon special request I will write for the following:

🗝Black Butler

🍶Mushishi

🎭 Jojo‘s Bizarre Adventure

(This list will only expand as I am bound to get emotionally involved with every show I watch, thank you.)

🌻 I will be writing in an x reader style. This includes Male, Female, Gender neutral, (etc.). Most of my personal fics will be Gender neutral, but for specific request I’ll write whatever insert you would like.

🌻 I will write fluff, smut, head cannons, yandere themes, (etc.). Depending on the content there will be nsfw warnings and minors dni. I will write just about any type of content excluding some, but I will go into greater detail when that time comes. If I am not comfortable writing themes I deem inappropriate for my taste I’ll decline as appropriately as I can.

🌻 Tried getting my /ask page set up but I have no idea what I’m doing so help is greatly appreciated😩. If y’all want to test the /ask link out please do and if it don’t work tell me and I’ll try my best to get it up and working, in the meantime if anyone has any request please feel free just to message me but if you’d like to remain anonymous I understand🥰.

🌻 Thank y’all so much for the support, it makes my day when I see that someone has liked my post or has started following me, I hope to write content that y’all will enjoy thank you for the courage!!

[spacemanroger]

Not So Secret Valentine. ll

author’s note:  → this is part 1 to not-so-secret valentine.

paring: zenitsu x black chubby reader.

genre: fluff

word count - 598

for black male-aligned readers only.

ZENITSU

at first, the relationship was a bit awkward since you guys were moving to a friendship where you had no intimacy to trying to kiss each other the next day - but, after a while, you both got a hang of it.

you guys were couple goals though. 

like, it was sickly sweet watching you guys together. you guys couldn't even get your hands off each other at times. 

so imagine lots of kisses, holding each other's hands randomly, and feeding each other food well, specifically zenitsu feed you.

zenitsu liked taking you on spontaneous dates and the most random ones so, horseback riding, metal detecting, and taking dance lessons.

and he really liked spoiling you; with flowers, gifts, and if you wanted something, expect it to be gifted to you by him the next day.

he was one to announce to the whole world that he loves you.

zenitsu taking pictures of you were basically a hobby for him. 

every month he likes to change his wallpaper to different pictures of you because why not.

he may or may not also have an account on instagram dedicating his love to you... 🗿

jealousy and insecurities were one thing zenitsu suffered from; he knew you wouldn't leave him or, do something outrageous like cheating but, sometimes he would compare himself to other people.

but, it doesn't get out of control where he tries to make you isolate yourself from your friends or anybody for that matter. he would just act a bit whiny with you and be more touchy.

when you guys would get into arguments usually with you having the problem because zenitsu can't stay mad at you for so long.

also, expect zenitsu to have high energy with you. he’s like a chatter box sometimes (you didn’t know how but) it made him cuter.

although zenitsu always wanted others to reach for the stars ngl he was kind of debby downer to himself.

he liked when you gave words of encouragement and when you figuratively cheered him off from the stands.

now cuddles.

zenitsu loves cuddling you; your guys' cuddles are very warm and homey i feel like. with your head rested on his chest while you hugged his waist.

late night drives are a must with you guys.

just imagine late-night drives by the beach, the window down as it blows in your face. zenitsu driving with your guy's music blasting in the car. 

zenitsu really liked to wear your clothes and sweaters your clothes like really liked. 

he even loved when you wore his, he liked how fitted it looked on you. with your belly slightly showing, and your pants hanging onto your waist, 

he def thought it made you look so much more attractive.

sometimes when you weren't at his house he would wear the clothes you left at his home so, he wouldn't feel lonely.

also, if you have scars or stretch marks and your insecure about it he won't hear it because he thought it made you more sexy. 😤

a cute habit he had when he was sleeping at yours or his house was rubbing your tummy when he was sleeping. (a self indulgent ignore this.) 🥺🥺

anywho

telling your friends that you guys were dating was pretty easy.

the first thing tanjiro and insouke both said when you guys declared zenitsu and you were dating was that "it was about time."

it was kind of obvious that you guys liked each other from the start.

also, your friends are automatically the third wheels anytime you, zenitsu, tanjiro, and insouke hang out. (i didn't make the rules.)

on a final note, saying the big l - word was also, pretty easy as you knew zenitsu loved and appreciated you with extremes of him making you feel comfortable and his grand gestures to make you feel treasured.

[softscummymammon]

€Male Hashira React to Their MALE S/O Coming Out As Asexual€

••Part 1 ||→ Giyu, Rengoku, Obanai

••Part 2||→Sanemi, Gyomei, Tengen

→+*:;;:*Demon Slayer Headcanon*:;;:*+←

Sorry if it's bad. This is kinda the first time I made something like this. I hope you guys like it. I want to be inclusive, and since I'm trying to find my own identity at the moment, I wanted to make a little something. I hope I portrayed asexuality correctly. If I made any mistakes, please let me know and I'll fix it accordingly.

←Tomioka Giyu→

This poor boy was so confused. Please give him a chance to take in what you confessed. His silence isn't rejection, it's comprehension. Please give him a few minutes, then he'll ask what it means.

Yes, you're gonna have to explain what being asexual means.

He'll look at you for a second then mutter, "I see. " Nothing else. But to be honest, Giyu would point at himself and ask, "Does that make me asexual, too then? "

God this confused bean. You'd have to ask if he somehow felt similar feelings. He describes how after so many of his loved ones were killed, he'd never really thought about sex. It was just a waste of time to him, an unnecessary need that would get in his way of protecting people.

Please be nice to this man. He is just now putting a word to an emotion he's been battling with for almost his whole life. He'd ask if he's ever made you uncomfortable, and if he needs to change anything. Reassure him that if anything is too far for you, you'll let him know. With this new revelation about himself, he's unexpectedly more calm about giving soft touches.

He's less uncomfortable when you scoot up to his side in the middle of the night when he doesn't have a mission to carry out. A candle lit for warmth and light as you and Tomioka hold each other with a blanket wrapped around your shoulders. He wouldn't ask for anything more, but he can be selfish and wish for the moment to last eternity.

He'd bop anyone that would get too close or is making you uncomfortable. When on missions together in the city or populated areas, you two attract unnecessary and sometimes -mostly- unwanted attention. He's not against getting in between you and someone else and not so gently pushing them away.

All in all, you're both very comfortable around each other. Giyu isn't afraid he'll go too far in trying to make you feel sexually happy, and cuddles are exactly what both of you need after a long day of fighting.

←Rengoku Kyojuro→

The perfect time to do this is when he's partially distracted. You want his attention, but you don't want all of it at once. So, the best time to do it is during a meal, specifically dinner, so he has time to process this and get back to you.

But really, any time would be particularly nerve wracking. It's still the early stages of your relationship, as you didn't want to feel like you were leading him on and you didn't want to live to expectations you couldn't reach.

When you tell him, he'll pause. If the situation wasn't so tense, you'd probably laugh since he had a piece of meat hanging out his mouth. He'd finish his mouthful and home. He's swore to have heard that term before.

Rengoku would as you to elaborate, just so he isn't mistaking anything. You tell him you're asexual and have a lower, or therefore lack of sexual drive and desire. You can still have sex, but it isn't ideal to your comfort.

Kyojuro would hum, then smile and take your hand. He would; so unlike him, gently say that yes, he did once hope for an heir to the name of the fire hashira, he gave that up once he fell in love with you.

He'd be overjoyed that you felt comfortable enough to tell him about this. He knows how tense and worried you must have been. Rengoku felt the same way when he realized he fell in love with a man, you in fact, were that person he saw himself with for the rest of his life. No matter what his father says, he wanted you.

Rengoku makes sure that whenever he touches you, you're comfortable with it. He'll hold your hand, wrap his arm around your torso, and run his nails through your hair. Kisses on the forehead, back of the hand, cheeks, and even on the nose.

When you do it to him, though. Kyojuro's eyes would go wide, then a bright smile would break over his face. He'd laugh and wrap you in a high before picking you up and twirling you around. Late nights wrapped in each other's arms while chuckling about jokes and Rengoku's tales about training with Tanjiro.

Kyojuro's protective nature skyrocketed after your confession. He'd keep you close, and would absolutely be clingy if it drove the people who were making you uncomfortable go away. Rubbing his cheek against your's, and proudly showing anyone your intertwined hands with a beaming smile.

←Iguro Obanai→

Kaburamaru, his snake friend, senses something is wrong before you confess to him. You smell like stress and anxiety. Iguro would get worried you wanted to break up, so he'd get ready for you to come to him to tell him you were done. But when you didn't bring anything like that up during dinner, he asked you straight up if you wanted to break up while getting ready to sleep.

Awkward silence follows for a long stretch of time. You ask him if that's what he wanted, but he accused you of being the one that wanted to break up.

Getting a little angry now, you ask him why he would come to that conclusion. Obanai explains that Kaburamaru senses your stress and anxiety through the day, and how you seemed to he avoiding him the entire day. So, how could he not come to that conclusion.

You have to sigh heavily and thoroughly explain that you had no intention of breaking up with him. You know how he is, and you were willing to love him no matter what. You just hoped that he'd love you after everything too.

He'd ask you what you ment by that, of course he'd love you, you're one of the few that actually will. You have to tell him that you were planning on confessing you were asexual in the morning, since you had to build up the confidence.

He'd pause, then asks you what you mean by that. You playfully ask him what he thinks it means, but he grumbles and crosses his arms. You explain what you feel, or lack of feeling. You have little to no desire for sexual activity in general, and no, it's not because of him.

Oddly enough, well not really, he takes a little bit to think it over and then expresses that he'd support you in anything. You sagged in relief and watched as he walked up to you and set a careful hand on your arm. You smile and set your hand over his. He'd sigh and flop into your chest, humming when your arms wrap around his waist.

He'd demand cuddles for worrying him so much and you'd gladly hold him close. In comfortable silence, he'd ask if he ever did anything that made you uncomfortable, and of course you'd say no. Actually, you wanted him to touch you a little more then he has. You know that he's hesitant about his appearance and used to people shutting him out, but you want to embrace him and hold him.

Tearing up, Iguro nods and snuggles into you more. Kaburamaru curls up around your shoulders and flicks their tongue to your cheek. You lean forward and kiss Obanai's forehead. Chuckling when you hear him grumble.

Since that night, he's more willing to give you touch. He's still hesitant here and there, and rarely ever touches you in public, but it's more than before. He's so protective, this short king will glare at anyone who's eyeing you. He never forgets that times you'd stand up to people who make fun of his appearance or stature. He's off to the side cheering his bf on while they punch a dude in the nose.

You get in trouble, no doubt, but his love for you gets even more solidified. At home, he'd be a little brat and demand cuddles or hugs. If he's feeling particularly selfish, which he's getting more comfortable feeling around you, he'd ask for kisses too. He isn't at the stage of taking off his mouth cover yet, but head kisses and cheek kisses do just as well.

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