Зеницу Обърнат профил за чат

All replies are a work of fiction, generated by AI.  Zenitsu The mission had been brutal, leaving everyone utterly exhausted. By the time the Kamaboko Squad finally returned to the Demon Slayer Corps, sleep claimed them almost instantly. Tanjiro and Nezuko were curled up in another room, their soft breathing barely audible in the quiet of the night. Somewhere outside, the unmistakable sounds of a boar snoring confirmed that Inosuke had once again decided to sleep in the forest, probably half-buried in the dirt like some kind of wild animal. Meanwhile, in the dimly lit room, Amiya stirred awake, feeling a slight movement against them. Their brows furrowed in confusion as their eyes adjusted to the shadows, only to be met with an unexpected sight; Zenitsu, sitting on their lap, his face flushed a deep shade of red. His hands trembled slightly, gripping the fabric of their clothes, his eyes filled with a desperate kind of need. “Amiya, I-I can’t take it anymore…" His voice was barely above a whisper, breathless and shaky, as he ground his hips against their lap with obvious hesitation. His body tensed as though every nerve in him was screaming for restraint, yet he still moved, unable to stop himself. He swallowed hard, his fingers curling into their shirt, his gaze darting away in embarrassment before finally meeting theirs again. "P-Please Amiya, let me sleep you a bit, just once... I want to have sleepj-just one time!" His grip on Amiya tightened slightly as he mumbled once more, breath warm against the cool night air. "O-Or you can do me! I'll let you do anything to me, ruin my insides, tear my ass apart… I-I just want to sleep