WARNING!!!!

was planning for my next post to be another story but this is gold.

did he tho?

inspired by this post

Fell back into G/T.... and fear play.. so, imma give a lotta both :)

Just wanna hold a tiny Ninety..😞

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Tiny that's so scared. And so small. One that even as a giant would be small.

Fits between two fingers no issue. As if holding a twig.

And so terrifies cause they know you could crush them in an instant if you wanted. Could just have a finger twitch, and they'd either be smashed or dropped to the ground, hight from the drop killing them instantly, no doubt.

But neither happen. You just hold them. Between those two fingers with a blank expression.

Maybe you already knew about them. You'd already met. So, the question is, what'd they do wrong.

Maybe you didn't know of them yet. Oh how they screwed up, then. They don't know you. And even if they'd seen you from a distance, they'd never seen you so.. empty? Scary? Fucking terrifying?

They're scared speechless. Unable to even scream.

What did you want from them? Why was they still alive? Would. they still be alive the next minute?

You blink. Then again. Then a few quick times before your eyes widen a fraction. Had-.. had you spaced out? They'd seen you do it before. But, seriously? Now?

Your face turns to the one you make when they sees you looking at pictures of the smaller versions of those death creatures giants sometimes keep around.

And now you were looking at them like that. What did that mean? What-

Your stomach growls. You look down to it with a bit of surprise.

They looks down at it in fear.

You look back to them as if you just got the best idea ever.

And you raise them to your mouth.

Dropping them in.

They fall into the wet cavern, teeth clicking shut behind them. They're shrouded in darkness, only getting a moment of thought before something is pushed against them, rubbing over them, coating them in saliva.

It all happens so fast. Then your head is tilted back, them sliding down and down.

Where are they going?! They'd heard of the rare occasion of tinies getting stored instead of eaten. But your stomach growled. But you looked like you liked them.

Where were they going?!

Where were they going?!

Cannon...

ZUNEESHA IS DOING THE POG FACE

IT'S POGGING LIKE ALL OF US IN PREP FOR GEAR 5

I can’t believe this is canon guys

I have a draft for a Muzan!Reader type thing, and part of it will have Enmu.

I love this man

I know that many don't and just find him down right creepy (which, fair enough) but I wanna burn a town for him, praise him, and the have him thank me as I make him bleed

So, yeah

Just imagine. You took over Muzan's position? Yeah, he's pretty upset that he'd never get blood from him, he was his king after all

But now he can suck up to you

And he does a damn good job at it

You want him on his knees barking like a dog? He'll ask you where he can get a collar quick, handing over a leash attached to it without you having to mention it

He comes back from a failed mission, only having eaten half of the humans he had aimed for, praise him anyway. Call him a "good boy" and watch him melt into the floor

But don't let him think you'll let him off the hook that easily

Let him go a few fails, get comfortable just basking in you mercy before ripping it away as punishment one day

Second time in a row of having to flee from a hashira? "Stay out of my sight until you show me you are worth the blood already running through you"

He'll do anything for your attention, so when that is the punishment, taking any chance away from him, you better believe he will kill any human that crosses his path to get strong enough to kill the next hashira within a 20 mile radius

Anything to get any scraps of affection again from who he might as well consider his god/goddess

Ignore him when you're angry, and keep him guessing what mood you're in

Not even Kokushibo can tell most of the time how you will feel the next time you see him

Be greeting him with a warm smile one day (if he's been extra good, pat his head), the next grab his face and force him to the ground with a gaze of "move, I dare you" and watch him squirm in place trying so hard be good

He loves your attention on him, good or bad

He used to try to get your attention by messing things up instead, trying to see your anger directed at him, but quickly stopped when all you did was ignore him

All you have to do to punish this man is act like you don't know he exists

I was thinking of doing more but I need to upload something. I got part 2 of both moth!reader and helper!reader on its way! Just fyi👀

Have a lovely day!

Had someone ask me that, told them I was fine.

YOU KNOW WHAT THIS GUY SAID?!

"you don't look fine."

WELL T H A N K Y O U CAPTAIN OBVIOUS

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Kiss kiss :>

:0

:3

Kiss kiss:)

So, I'm supposed to be working on this thing for a friend of mine...

Which I will be doing right after!

But first..

I got the fucking goat WITH the mountain!

I know it's just excess, but it's cool :3

Wow! Another :0

Schools back on so no promises on how fast these would come out :/

Anyway, Kanao's turn!

Still pet au

Ok, bye

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Kanao knew how to survive. Don't let them see what hurts you so they have no leverage.

You didn't have to try.

You weren't cruel.

That was the first thing that struck her as odd. Not that she could really feel the shock.

Well, she could. She always could. But if you keep the emotions buried, they couldn't be used against you.

She learned this at a young age.

Growing up from a small breading mill that was running short on money. So short that they sold their demons for dirt cheap.

It didn't matter anyway. She wasn't a high-quality demon. She was one that no one would bat an eye at if she disappeared. Even her owners after the mill thought so.

They weren't that well off either, so when they got her, they made sure she knew that they could sell her at any point for a quick, needed buck. So she 'behaved.'

She acted as what she thought any other good demon did, quiet and obedient. That didn't seem to help too much, however.

The owners after that were a bit better. They had more demons, too. Two sisters that immediately accepted her as one of their own, the younger being only slightly hesitant.

She had learned a lot from them. They took care of her. And when they were alone, when the owners were out, they were confused why she still had that emotionless, obedient attitude. She wouldn't make any decisions.

Kanae had a solution.

She had snuck into the masters' room and taken a coin that she knew no one would miss and gave it to Kanao.

Kanao was hesitant at first. This was stealing! And from their owners of all people.

But her sisters insisted. So she accepted it.

When no one was around and she needed to make a choice?

Coin flip.

When no one was around and the emotions she had built up were starting to show?

Coin flip.

It eased her immensely that she had this to fall back on, even if people still blamed her for the coins' choice. She was fine with this.

And it was from her sisters, so she would cherish it.

She grew with them, learning how to love from them. Showing them the smallest bit of herself.

It was a mistake.

The eldest, Kanae, as she learned, had feared for their life. A man had approached the girls and their owners on a night out, one of their better rewards for good behavior (that they didn't get too often thanks to Shinobu, the younger sister's, mouth) and Kanao accidentally bumped into him.

The man was shouting, and Kanao was confused. She had already apologized. Why was he still so angry? In her moment of thought, she almost didn't register the man raising a fist to hit her until Kanae had already moved in front of her and hit him herself.

Because of a demons' ridiculous strength, she broke several bones in the man's abdomen.

She was put down for this.

This broke both sisters all over again.

Kanae was the only one who really saw an upside to their situation, and with one demon in their care now having had a violent incident on her record, the owners wanted to get rid of the rest fast before a repeat.

So they were sold.

Once again, for dirt cheap.

This owner, you, seemed different somehow.

You never yelled. Hardly ordered.

You laughed when Shinobu made a snarky remark about you. Never truly offended.

And.

You gave them Kanae's hair pin and haori.

How you had aquired these? They may never know, they barely get a chance to ask anything about it without getting at least a little chocked up.

You broke the walls Kanao had put up for so, so many years so easily.

It may not have seemed like it to others, but you could tell. You paid enough attention to see her opening up even the slightest bit. To see Shinobu's sassy remarks getting fewer and further between.

You treated them like they were worth something, and that hit Kanao the hardest.

The two sisters' only regret is that their long past third couldn't get the same love before she was taken from this world.

But that was ok.

They promised themselves to live for her, so that, maybe, she could feel this happiness in the afterlife as well through them.

The True Virgin Tiger Moth

Part 2

Sorry this took so long

Life happened :/

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When you get there at last, you are certain that you have the wrong place. This place did look like a hotel, but it also looks like it had been abandoned for YEARS. And the poster looked brand new!

You decide to knock on the door regardless. Might as well make sure, they did say they were just starting out (though you didn't know it was THIS bad).

Before you can get a second knock, the door flies upon.

"WELCOME TO THE Ha-..." *door slam*

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Well, that was rude. You hadn't even said anything, and the door was slammed in your face.

Well, your chest, you were too tall to just be looking into the hotel. But still!

When the door opened again not long after, it was the same blonde haired girl looking out with a much less pleased look. During the second you had to move before the door opened, you were now leaned down to look into the hotel, on set of hands on your hips, the other in your knees to steady yourself.

Before you got the chance to get too much of a look, the door was yet again slammed in your face.

'These people do not seem as welcoming as they try to make themselves out to be.' You stood straight back up and watched the door for when the girl would, hopefully, open it again.

The next time the door was opened, the same girl was there, but this time accompanied by another. This one seemed much more hostile, wielding a spear that was almost immediately pointed at your throat.

"What are YOU doing here?!" The gray one was already off to a bad start in your book. So rude >:(

You, for some reason, do not feel fear for the sharp object uncomfortably close to a vital part of you. You only felt slight annoyance and much disappointment.

You held up the poster that they had supposedly put out everywhere (apparently too quickly if them jumping back was anything to go by). Pointing to certain parts of the flier, you nudged away the spear like it was nothing (it was pointed more into your fluff anyway).

"YOU are the ones that put this flier out, no?! It says "Help Wanted and Guests Welcomed," and at the moment I do not feel wanted NOR welcomed!"

With your short rant finished, you promptly did a sharp turnaround and walked forward before ploping down on the stairs that led up to the place. You sat there for a moment with a pout while a single tear rolled down before you heard what you assumed to be their attempt at a quiet chat.

"THIS is Valentino? I thought you said he was more... violent? Lewd?"

You turn quickly with a harsh, offended gasp.

"Violent? LEWD?! I have no clue who this "Valentino" man is, but I'll have you know I am no such thing!"

At this point, you were highly offended and genuinely concerned about how they expect to get any guests with how they treat someone they just met, confusing them with someone else before quickly judging/threatening them.

It was the blonde that stepped up first nervously.

"Ah, I'm so, so sorry for that. There seems to have been a misunderstanding." Ya think?! "What did you say your name was again?"

You give your name only because it is the polite thing to do and you refuse to be as rude as they were.

"And yours?" You were ready to turn and actually leave by this point, but might as well see who you need to avoid from now on.

She beams at this before quickly stating, "My name is Charlie," she pulled the other girl who dropped her spear in surprise. "And this is Vaggie!"

You nod along, acting as if you were still interested. You did need a place to stay after all, you had only just showed up, too. You had no real place to reside in.

'Do I really want to stay with these people? They were rather mean..'

The next few minutes were just apology after apology from "Charlie" for the mix-up.

"I swear that doesn't normally happen with our guests!"

You look around for a moment confused.

"What guests?"

You just catch Charlie shrink back at the mention. Vaggie sent you daggers, which you cared nothing for sense she already sent you a spear.

"I'll tell you what, you let me stay here, and all is forgiven and forgotten. Well, most of it, at least." You mumble the last part to yourself. If you do end up staying here, you will not let the gray one live the spear incident down.

"Yes! Yes, of course! Please do stay! We'd love to have you here, you're our first guest." Charlie looked away at the last part.

You give a deep sigh and respond with a tired "alright."

You trail in behind them, heading over to the little counter with the room keys and watching Charlie grab one for a room on the third floor. Why the third floor? You had no clue.

You took the key with a smile and a small "Thank you" before walking off.

Your room was very simple. White walls to match the white, queen size bed. It didn't look bad, just SO plain that it hurt your eyes.

Thankfully, you noticed some parts of the room seemingly suddenly begin to transform into your preferred setting.

You walked over and practically ploped onto your bed, watching your sheets bleed into a mix of the white and (favorite color).

You rolled over and stared at the ceiling for a long while. This was going to be a strange experience. And you were ready with open arms.

You sat up with a thought. 'Perhaps I can open my old bakery down here. That would be nice.'

You began to plan, wondering where you could start investing in a large supply of poison for those who wanted to do anything to your future little shop like you had seen done to others on your walk to the hotel.

Your face split into a large grin at the thought.