Heaven

Heaven on Earth

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Abt this blog

My name is wtv u want it to be, my pronouns are she/her and im mostly here to read fics and wtv im 20 and i love aot, kny, jjba really anything i have time to watch i’m writing a fanfic abt frat boy eren even though im a lesbian so its kinda ass but eren is fine as fuck so idgaf

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Bakugou fic after bakugou fic WHY IS IT ONLY SECRETARY AND SAHM Y/N WHY CANT WE BE HEROES TOGETHER. im just gonna start writing my own shit

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never seen a more accurate thing on tiktok

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May 2026 be full of jabber

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Do NOT put me in the gachiakuta verse, all the adult characters are getting cracked

"But I'm a cleaner/Raider!" FWYB✌️😂"But I'm not a giver!" FUH WITH YO BUHH✌️😂🤤 I do NOT care brocacho I'm hopping dih in that show, I'd have so many sneaky links that it'd be a sneaky chain bru

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How the Hashira boys, Muzan, and Upper Moon 3 Demons react to Reader giving them head NSFW

Kyojuro Rengoku:

When you ask him if you can go down on him, he’s happy to let you, only if it’s genuinely something you want to do. He goes down on you because he enjoys seeing you come apart on his tongue, but he doesn’t want you to feel like you have to do the same for him if you don’t want to. When you express that you’re just curious about it and want to try it, he’s happy to let you. He makes sure you’re comfortable before letting you get started. Just seeing you between his legs, focusing your attention on his cock, he’s already flustered. From the first kiss to the head to each stripe you lick, he’s clutching the sheets of the futon just so he doesn’t grab you and force you down on him. The moment you take him into your mouth, he sighs in bliss. He very encouraging and praises you, telling you how good you’re doing and what feels good. The closer he gets the more his thighs tense as he grips the futon with white knuckles. It takes every ounce of his self control not to grab your hair and rut into your mouth. When he cums, he grabs your hair and grips it for dear life as he feels you swallow around him. After he pulls out, he praises you one last time and thanks you before asking if you’re okay. Seeing you smile and asking to do it again makes his heart melt and his cock hard. He absolutely loves giving as much as he does receiving.

Sanemi Shinazugawa:

Despite his rough personality, he grew up seeing his father beat on his mother so there’s no way in hell he would intentionally be rough with his lover. You’re the only person he truly lets his wall down around and is soft with. When he comes home after a rough day, all bruised and sore from training and fighting, you decide he deserves to be taken care of. When you drag him to the bedroom and tear his pants off, he’s not going to resist. He sighs as he lets himself relax as you start by kissing his tip and giving it a little lick. Once you take him into your mouth, he’s laying back and just letting go. He closes his eyes and focuses on the feel of your mouth and how good it feels. Each suck and swirl of your tongue. The closer he gets, the more ragged his breathing gets and you can hear him groan, and growl. Every time he unintentionally bucks his hips, he grits his teeth, the last thing he ever wants to do is hurt or be rough with you, even if you ask him to. When he cums, he shouts and grabs your hair and pulls your head close as he holds onto you like a lifeline. After he comes down, he’ll apologize for being rough and check to make sure you’re okay. He didn’t realize that he had started to squeeze your head with his thighs until he sees the reddened sides of your cheeks. You can bet that he’ll return the favor.

Iguro Obanai:

Is definitely shook. You want to what? Why? He barely deserves to give you pleasure, so how can he deserve to have you give him pleasure? He doesn’t know what to say but you make sure that he doesn’t feel pressured to let you do it. You know he has issues especially when it comes to relationships and physical touch. He told you about his past when he revealed his face to you. You comforted him and told him it wasn’t his fault what his family did. When you decide to give him head, he lets you take him to your bedroom and helps you undress him. When you kiss the tip of his head, he can’t help but blush as you stare into his eyes. When you take him into your mouth, he gasps at the feeling. When you start to suck and bob your head, he grabs your hair with one hand while the other holds him up. He’s panting as you go faster and take him deeper. When your lips touch the base, and you moan, he gives a sharp gasp and nearly crushes your head with his thighs. The closer he gets to cumming, the more groans slip from his lips. When he does cum, he sucks in a deep breath and grips your hair for dear life as his thighs tense. Once you release him, his eyes are slightly watery but filled with so much adoration.

Tengen Uzui:

You want to suck him off, well then, you better make it flashy! Just kidding. Although he would never deny a strip tease or a lap dance, he does love each of his wives equally and you’re no different. Despite his cocky and somewhat arrogant demeanor, he shows his soft side to his beloved wives. No smirks here, just genuine soft smiles. He’ll let you take the reins and just lay back and let you have your way, but he will watch you the entire time. When you kiss his head and take it into your mouth, he’s not very reactive. He loves the attention and dedication you give to his pleasure. It takes a while, but once you get him going, he gets so into it. When you suck him and moan, his thighs tense. When you suck on just the tip, he’s has to grab the sheets of the futon so he doesn’t just grab your head and force you to take him. The closer he gets, the more his hips will thrust upwards but he tries to control himself. When he cums, he sighs in relief with a groan and smiles softly at you as you release him.

Gyomei Himejima:

He’s worried for you. Are you absolutely sure you want this? You know you don’t have to feel obligated to do this. He’ll ask you like 100 times if you’re sure about this. He knows he’s large and the last thing he wants is for you to get hurt doing something you don’t have to do. He makes sure you’re comfortable and relaxes as he lets you take the reins. The first kiss to the head of his cock has him smiling softly as you lick a stripe up from his base to his head. Once you take him in your mouth, you might hear a slight groan. As you start sucking, whatever you can’t fit, you use your hands. With each stroke of your mouth and hands, Gyomei slowly comes apart. He’s never been more thankful for his training as a monk that he is now. The pleasure he feels, it makes him want to grab your face and rut into it but he maintains his self control, he’d never risk hurting you with his strength. As he gets closer to cumming, he’ll start groaning softly, telling you how good you’re making him feel. When he cums, he’ll groan as he tries to control his breathing. After he calms down, he thank you profusely and ask if you’re alright. He’ll make sure your jaw isn’t sore and even rub it if it helps. He’s so thankful to have you in his life.

Giyuu Tomioka:

Oh this lovable, stoic little goofball. He’s completely shocked. Why would you want to suck his cock. Yes he eats you out, but why would you want to return the favor? What’s in it for you? While he’s deep in thought, it allows you to drag him into your bedroom where he shyly allows you to have your way. He looks away when you kiss the head of his cock. Too embarrassed to look you in the eye since he doesn’t quite feel as though he deserves this. The moment you wrap your lips around him and take him in your mouth, he gasps softly. As you start to suck, he can’t help but watch you as you basically devour him. He grips the futon below him as he starts panting. With each flick of your tongue and every suck, he grows closer to the edge. He bites his lips as you grab his thighs and pull them onto your shoulders. He’s stunned by how invested you are in this, and when you take him all the way, he gasps loudly and whimpers slightly. As he gets closer and closer, he starts to groan softly and when he cums he sucks in his breath with a sharp gasp. As he comes down, and you release him, he can’t help but love you even more than he already does.

Muzan Kibutsuji:

Oh so you want to please him, better get to it then. He’ll have you kneel between his legs, he’s not going to be on equal level with you. He’s nonchalant when you start, barely any indication that he enjoys what you’re doing. He’s nonchalant and might offer a few words of praise or sultry comments but otherwise, he remains in control of himself. He’ll watch as you suck on him and take him as deep as you can, but if you’re offering yourself to him, don’t expect him to be gentle. If he thinks you can take more than you are, he’ll grab your hair in his fist and use your mouth for his pleasure. The only indication you’ll ever see of his pleasure is the satisfied smirk on his face and the death grip he has on the arm rests of his chair. Once he cums, he makes sure you swallow every drop of his spend before letting you go. He’ll give you slight praise and maybe a kiss but don’t get greedy, you’ll take what he gives you and nothing more.

Kokushibo:

You want… to suck his cock? This old man has never heard of such a thing. Sex was for procreation only in his day so I highly doubt he knows whit it is or has experienced it and you can’t tell me otherwise. It would probably take convincing and him having time off in order for him to let you try. When he does let you try it, he wasn’t really expecting anything much. Boy was he wrong. You led him to your shared bedroom and had him remove his clothes before you knelt between his thighs. You grasped his cock and gave the head a kiss before licking a stripe up from his base to his tip before taking the head into your mouth. As you suck on him his eyes widen as he feels the pleasure from your mouth. As you bob your head and work him into your throat, he’s watching in amazement with his transparent world vision. Seeing it and feeling it start to get to him and he gently yet firmly grips your hair. He isn’t the type to moan, in fact, he’s near deathly silent except for the slight intake of his breath. As he grows closer to cumming, and you start to moan around him, his thighs tense as he watches you intently. When he does cum, his eyes close as he breathes deeply. Once you release him, he gives your head a few gentle pats before caressing your cheek softly. He hopes you’ll be willing to do this again.

Douma:

Oh, you want to give him pleasure? Go right ahead, he always loves experiencing new human things. You humans can be so silly and interesting. He takes you to his personal quarters and lays back on his mountain of pillows and cushions, but he offers you some too if you need it. He helps you remove his clothes and observes each of your movements curiously. When you kneel between his spread legs and give the tip of his cock a kiss, he doesn’t really react. When you take him into your mouth, he might be a bit chatty, asking you questions which only spurs you on to make him unable to form words. As you continue to suck him off, he starts to get a bit more into it. As his pleasure increases, he might run his fingers through your hair and tell you how good you’re doing. When he starts to get close to cumming, that’s when he becomes less chatty. As his pleasure increases and he finally cums, he looks at you as if you hung the stars in the sky. He thanks you and is incredibly hopeful that you’ll do this again.

Akaza:

Boy is flustered. Are you absolutely sure about this? You do know what that part of a man’s body is used for right? He’s kinda insecure and is worried that you will hate it even though you’re the one offering and asking to do it. He lets you drag him into your bedroom and lets you get situated as he lays on his back and lets you tell him what to do. He removes his pants and lays on his back with his legs spread. When you take him into your hand and kiss his head, his entire face is flushed red. When you take him into your mouth, he jumps a bit. As you suck on him and bob your head, he’s groaning and doing everything in his power not to clamp his thighs around your head. The pleasure is intense for him and he’s very vocal about it. The closer he gets to cumming, the tighter he grips onto the futon. His hips are bucking and he can’t help it. When he does cum, his back arches and he curls up, hugging your head as he breathes through it. When you release him, he thanks you profusely and demands that you allow him to return the favor.

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i wanna get high with sanemi

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Sanemi x reader / sfw

(you just might be the only one capable of calming him down)

Every time someone irritates your husband, you find yourself praying for them. It's not even intentional- it's just something you do after the fifth time watching him lose his mind, veins bulging on his neck as he shouts at some poor slayer.

When the two of you aren't busy with Hashira meetings or missions you spend some time together. And when that time spent together is also spent training lower ranked slayers, you can't help but feel sorry for those poor people on the receiving end of his rage.

It's a miracle he hasn't strangled anyone yet, really.

I mean, there were a few times you thought he might; but he never has, so he has that going for him.

If theres one thing you've learned, it's that only you can spare the lower ranks from your husband's fury when it gets to such a point as it is now.

Sanemi is yelling at one of the lower ranks, whose head is bowed so low you fear he may be kissing his own knees.

The others being trained by Sanemi linger behind the boy being berated, looking sympathetic in a way of "we got your back... from way over here."

Anyone with a brain can see the group is in dire need of saving.

So you call out to Sanemi in that calm, cheerful tone... and he stops suddenly.

The lower rank sheds a tear. The others watching put a hand over their hearts as if to silently say "what a lovely soul they are."

As far as they're all concerned, you just saved that poor boy's life.

"Why don't you take a break? Or put this off for another day. I had the idea for us to go out and eat together," you say sweetly, watching his expression soften.

You see, despite his somewhat rough edges and fiery attitude, your husband simply does not have the heart to treat his spouse in the same manner he does other people. So he agrees.

But not before fixing the lower ranks behind him with a glare, pointing his wooden training sword at them. "We'll finish this tomorrow."

They nod enthusiastically, grateful to be freed from Sanemi's reign of terror disguised as training for even a day.

And with that final scare, he tosses that wooden sword off to the side, taking your hand. As you two walk away, you're vaguely aware of what sounds like someone sobbing in pure relief behind you.

You let yourself laugh as quietly as you can, turning to Sanemi to talk about your own day and ask about his. In truth, your husband would do anything if you just asked nicely. You're his weakness and the love of his life.

You think it's fair to use your power for good. After all, it gets you more time with your lovely husband.

My first Sanemi post, which also happens to be my first one shot or whatever this can be called posted even if it's a little short.

Can you tell I love Sanemi. He's such a lover-boy imo.

Divider credits:

- green wind looking one : @drinkthesky

- leafy looking one : @strangergraphics

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Mrs.Tomioka—⁠☆

Summary: Giyuu's confused—why everyone is so shocked that you're his wife?

Warnings: fluff, emo Giyuu(kinda), who is also comfused as hell, wife!reader x husband!Giyuu and lots of fluff.

Characters: Giyuu Tomioka

A/N: I loooove this emotionally constipated boi :3.

Giyuu doesn’t understand why people think he’s strange.

He doesn’t talk much, yes—but he speaks when needed.

He doesn’t smile often, but what reason is there to smile when the world is still this full of blood and ash?

He does his work. He follows orders. He returns alive. That should be enough.

And yet—

Every time he walks into the mansion, the other Hashira go quiet.

Sanemi looks away. Shinobu’s lips curve like she’s holding back something. Mitsuri beams and waves like he’s a rare creature who wandered out of the woods.

He doesn’t mind. Not really. He’s used to being misunderstood.

But lately…things have gotten worse.

Because of you.

He first met you years ago.

A small Wisteria Crest house at the foot of a mountain—the air smelled faintly of herbs and tea leaves. You greeted every wounded slayer with the same soft tone, the same careful hands.

You didn’t treat him differently when he came in bleeding and silent.

You didn’t ask him why he never talked.

You just said, “Welcome home. Sit, please.”

He remembered those words more than he should have.

Now you’re his wife. Quietly. Secretly. A simple ceremony witnessed by Ubuyashiki-sama himself. No fanfare, no announcement.

Just you, smiling under the wisteria trees.

He still doesn’t understand why you agreed to it.

Sometimes, when he watches you brew tea, your sleeves brushing against the wooden counter, your face looking soo calm, kind—even pretty, he thinks maybe he doesn’t need to understand.

The first time it almost comes out is stupid.

You send him off with a small bento box—rice shaped like tiny fish, wrapped neatly in cloth.

He doesn’t notice Shinobu’s sharp gaze when he sets it beside him at the mansion during the meeting.

“Cute lunch, Tomioka-san,” she says, that poison-sweet smile of hers in place. “Did one of the Kakushi make that for you?”

“No,” he answers plainly.

“...Oh?”

He doesn’t elaborate.

Shinobu’s smile tightens. Mitsuri leans forward, curious. “Then who made it, Giyuu-san? It’s so cute!”

He looks down at the fish-shaped rice ball. He can still hear your voice that morning—‘Don’t skip meals again, alright?’ which forced his heart to flutter.

He simply says, “Someone.”

They don’t let him live it down for days.

Sometimes, after missions, Giyuu goes to the Wisteria House—your house, the one you choose to live in.

It’s quiet there—a peaceful one, not like the depressing one his estate is swallowed by. He leaves his blade by the door and sits where you tell him to.

You wrap his wounds with steady hands, humming softly. Sometimes he talks—only to you. Sometimes you tease him gently for his serious face, and he blinks at you, confused at how you can make something inside him unclench so easily.

When you smile, the corners of his mouth twitch upward before he even realizes it.

The next day, when Tanjiro spots him smiling faintly to himself, the boy looks alarmed.

“Giyuu-san, are you okay? Did something good happen?”

“...No,” he says.

He doesn’t understand why Tanjiro looks even more concerned.

One afternoon, you deliver some herbs to the Butterfly Estate. You greet the girls there with polite warmth—and when you pass Shinobu, you bow respectfully.

She almost doesn’t recognize you until you turn—and Giyuu is standing right behind you, carrying your basket without a word.

“Ah, Tomioka-san,” Shinobu says slowly. “Helping…the Wisteria House?”

“Yes.”

Your soft laugh betrays him instantly.

“He insisted on carrying it. I told him it’s fine.”

Shinobu stares between you both, her brow lifting, mouth curling into something dangerously amused.

“Oh? How gentlemanly of you, Tomioka-san.”

He doesn’t see what’s funny about it. He’s your husband. Of course he’d carry the basket.

Later that evening, Mitsuri corners him outside.

“Giyuu-san!” she gushes. “Who’s that lovely woman? The Wisteria one? You two looked so sweet together!”

He blinks at her. “…She’s my wife.”

Mitsuri freezes.

“…Your…what?”

“Wife,” he repeats.

Her scream echoes through the estate.

By the next day, everyone knows.

Sanemi storms into the training yard like a thundercloud. “You’re married? How the hell did that happen?”

“I asked,” Giyuu says.

“You—” Sanemi chokes on air. “And she said yes, TO YOU ?”

He nods.

Shinobu looks like she’s seconds away from fainting from suppressed laughter. “Tomioka-san, I must admit, this is rather...shocking news.”

Mitsuri’s the only one genuinely happy. She hugs you the next time she sees you and gushes about how cute the two of you are together.

Tanjiro, meanwhile, nearly bows himself into the ground when he realizes you’re his superior’s wife.

“Giyuu-san! I didn’t know! Congratulations!”

Giyuu just blinks. “It wasn’t a secret. I just didn’t say it.”

“...That’s the definition of a secret, Giyuu-san.”

He still doesn’t get it.

That night, back home, the world is quiet again.

You’re sitting outside beneath the wisteria vines, a book in your lap. The evening wind moves gently through your hair.

He joins you, sitting beside you with his sword laid down beside him. For a while, there’s only the sound of crickets and your soft humming.

Then you glance up at him.

“So…they know now?”

He nods once.

“And?”

“They were…loud.”

You laugh softly—a heart melting one, tilting your head toward him. “Did they tease you?”

He looks at you—at your calm, gentle eyes, the small smile tugging at your lips—and lets out a slow breath in weariness and to calm his raging heart.

“Yes.”

You reach over, brushing his sleeve lightly. “You’ll survive.”

He doesn’t say it, but when you rest your head on his shoulder and the wisteria petals fall around you both, he thinks this—this quiet, ordinary peace—is something he will fight to survive for.

He still doesn’t understand people very well.

But he understands the way your laughter feels like sunlight.

He understands how the scent of tea and wisteria means home.

And he understands that when everyone else talks too loudly, the quiet between your breaths is where he finds peace.

So maybe it doesn’t matter if no one understands him.

Because you do.

And that’s more than enough.

Mid-terms are pinning me down at my table, giving me backsho-. LIKES AND REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED!

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Barelyalive out!

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fuck ai

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Why are fics I read so boring nowadays? Like there’s no plot to them anymore, it just goes straight into fucking the character and it’s so repetitive. I miss reading those long lengthy fics that build the relationship and tension. The kind of smut that makes me bite my nails you know what I’m saying… I might have to do it myself..

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a lot of armin x y/n next chapter i think

(I secretly love armin more than eren so this is a little bit for me)

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PLS LET THIS CHAPTER END FUCKC

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UGHHHHHHHHHH kill me NOW

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bro fucking WRITE SOMETHING ITS BEEN A WEEK

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WRITERS BLOCK IS GOING TO KILL ME