Trope: Final Girl.

Pairing: Yandere!Tomioka Giyu x Reader (Demon Slayer).

Word Count: 2.1k.

TW: Fem!Reader, Implied Dub/Con, Kidnapping, Blood + Death, Themes of Grief, Implied Stalking, Nonconsensual Touching, and Obsessive Behavior.

You’d never thought to wonder what it might be like to listen to everyone you’ve ever loved die.

There was less than you might’ve pictured. Less noise, less emotion, less sobbing and beating at the closet door and attempting to claw off your own ears. For the most part, you were focused on staring blankly at the opposite wall and keeping your hands clamped over your mouth, stifling the sounds of your own shallow breathing. Not that it mattered. Miserable screams and wretched laughter drowned out all else, leaving you alone in the darkness. The fear was almost a kindness. It was hard to mourn your family when you could only seem to picture of your own death, dismembered and choked down by—

By something.

It couldn’t be human, could it?

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People need to relearn the word "impulse" and stop using "intrusive thought" as a replacement

People need to relearn the word "lying" and stop using "gaslighting" as a replacement

People really underestimate the power of just telling someone you like them. romantically obviously but hell even just platonically too. You can admit you enjoy peoples presence it doesn’t have to be mind games it’s okay to just be sincere and true with your thoughts and intentions btw

Hi, I noticed your story has conflict in it, and I was wondering why you didn't just write people who are right doing everything correctly with a note saying "I enthusiastically co-sign everything in this story"? Must be some kind of mistake haha

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thank you ao3 for being an archive and not an algorithm. thank you for letting me like things without consequences, thank you for being free with no ads, thank you for having lawyers to defend our freedom of speech. thank you tag wranglers. thank you to all authors and thank you ao3

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on this blog we support men whining. men squirming! men whimpering!!

also men begging!!! men cursing under their breath !!!men whispering “pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease” !!!

warnings: fem reader, dry humping, no actual penetration, talks of impregnation, human! akaza (hakuji). village au, breeding. ur akaza’s wife. short thirst. fluff-ish.

an: minors dni. i love big strong men who melt in the hands of the woman they love the most #akazaTheLoml

Being ‘Kaza’s pretty little wife, the one who adores kids, it’s no surprise you’re always surrounded by them. Sweet with the boys, patient with the girls, your presence a kind of warmth they can’t get enough of.

This time, he catches you crouched behind a tiny girl, weaving her short black hair into a braid. It isn’t long, barely enough to gather, but you make do, nimble fingers working while she chatters on. Her smile stretches wide, chipped teeth flashing with every word, freckles scattered across her nose like stars. She’s radiant in her own small way, and you’re just as radiant beside her, humming gently, indulging her endless ramble as if the world isn’t moving around you.

It makes him feel some type of way, watching you like that. All gentle hands and soft smiles, like compassion was stitched into your skin. Would you be this tender with his children, too?