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Vowed to avenge - Akaza x Reader
Warnings: smut w/o plot, dirty talk, vaginal sex, praise kink
Synopsis: the search for the Upper Moon Three takes an intense and steamy turn
Requested by: @warringwarrioridiot - I sincerely hope that this fic meets your expectations and brings you enjoyment
MASTERLIST
You had been searching for Akaza for months. Ever since he killed your dear friend Kyojuro Rengoku, you had made it your mission to track down the demon responsible for his death. It wasn't an easy task. Akaza was a powerful demon, and he had a knack for hiding in plain sight. He was known for his immense strength, speed, and tactical intellect. His presence alone struck fear in the hearts of those who dared to cross his path.
You scoured every corner of the country, following any lead that came your way. You spent sleepless nights studying maps and consulting with other members of the Demon Slayer Corps. As the months passed, your frustration grew. You felt as if you were getting nowhere, and you couldn't help but wonder if your search was in vain. But you couldn't give up. Not when Kyojuro's death weighed so heavily on your heart.
You were a unique individual, to say the least. Standing at just under 5,2 feet tall, your curly hair was your most defining physical feature. It was wild and untamable, much like your personality. As the tsuguko of Mitsuri Kanroji, you had a fierce and confrontational demeanor that often put others off. Your short temper and abrasive nature were infamous among your peers in the Demon Slayer Corps. You had a sharp tongue and were never afraid to speak your mind, even if it meant ruffling a few feathers. You were a force to be reckoned with, and you knew it. But underneath your tough interior was a deep sense of pride and loyalty. You were fiercely dedicated to your cause and your comrades, and you would do anything to protect them. Your heart was as big as your personality, and those who were lucky enough to get close to you knew that your tough interior was just a defense mechanism. Despite your abrasive nature, you had a certain charm that drew people in. Your confidence and fearlessness were contagious, and you always had a way of making people feel seen and heard. You had a gift for connecting with others, even if it meant calling them out on their faults.
Ultimately, after what felt like an eternity, you got a lead. A demon had been spotted in an abandoned, desolate dojo, and it was said to be Akaza. You didn't waste any time. You gathered your weapons and set off to the dojo, determined to confront the demon who had caused you so much pain.
You finally found his lair, an abandoned, desolate dojo in the mountains. The wind howled as you walked towards the entrance, clutching your sword tightly. You took a deep breath and entered the dojo. As you entered the demon's lair, you couldn't help but feel a shiver run down your spine. You knew the danger that awaited you, but you were ready to face it. You were a warrior, a fierce one. The air was thick with the smell of blood and death. Your heart raced as you overheard footsteps approaching.
As you turned around, your heart began to race. You could feel the sweat on your palms and the hair on the back of your neck standing up. But to your surprise, there was no one there. Just darkness. You tried to take a step forward, but your legs felt heavy, as if they were glued to the ground. The darkness seemed to swallow you whole, and you could barely see your hand in front of your face.
Suddenly, you heard a whisper, but you couldn't tell where it was coming from. It was a soft, almost melodic voice, and it sent chills down your spine.
"I expected you to arrive sooner, considering your position as a tsuguko of a Hashira," a voice said.
You could feel your hands shaking with rage, but you refused to give in to his taunts. You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. "You talk too much, demon!" You spat back, your voice laced with venom. "I'm not here to exchange words with you. I'm here to avenge Kyojuro's death."
You suddenly saw a figure emerging from the shadows.
As he drew closer, you could make out his features in the dim light. The first thing that caught your eye was the glinting of his eyes in the dim light of the moon that filtered through the cracked windows, piercing and golden. His skin was porcelain white, his sharp angular features seemingly chiseled from marble. His hair short and pink. His muscular frame adorned with tattoos that snaked their way up his arms and down his chest, like serpents coiled around his body.
As he walked towards you, his movements were graceful yet menacing, like a predator stalking its prey. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest as he drew closer, his powerful aura filling the room.
Akaza's grin only grew wider. "Ah, yes. The flame Hashira. He was a worthy opponent, but in the end, he was no match for me."
You felt a surge of anger at the mention of Kyojuro's name. You raised your sword, ready to attack. "Don't you dare mention Kyojuro," you utered, your words dripping with venom. "Your words are nothing but malice, a cruel mockery of a man who gave his life to protect others, demon!"
You leaped into action, unsheathing your nichirin sword with a swift movement. You charged towards him, intent on taking him down and avenging your fallen friend.
Akaza merely stood there, watching you with a bemused expression on his face; he was completely unconcerned about your attack.
You swung your sword in a wide arc, aiming for his midsection, but Akaza sidestepped effortlessly, moving with the grace of a dancer. His movements were fluid and precise, like he was merely playing a game with you.
You gritted your teeth, frustration boiling within you as he dodged every attack with ease. You knew that he was toying with you, but you couldn't help but feel impressed by his skill.
Finally, you saw an opening and struck, your sword connecting with Akaza's shoulder. A sizzling sound filled the air as the demon slayer sword burned through his flesh, leaving a deep gash in its wake.
Akaza stumbled back, a look of surprise and admiration on his face. "Ah, you have some skills indeed, little slayer!"
You didn't respond, still in the midst of battle. Akaza's wounds were already beginning to heal, and you knew you had to keep moving if you wanted to have any chance of defeating him.
The two of you clashed again and again. You felt your heart racing in your chest, the adrenaline coursing through your veins. Despite the danger and the pain, there was a thrill in the fight that you couldn't deny. It was as if you were meant to be here, facing off against this powerful enemy.
As the fight wore on, you could feel your strength beginning to wane. You knew that you couldn't keep this up forever. But just as you thought all was lost, you landed a decisive blow, your sword piercing through Akaza's chest.
He gasped in surprise, his eyes wide with shock, bu within blink of an eye, his wounds began to heal, the flesh knitting itself back together before your eyes. Akaza chuckled, rolling his head back a little. "I must admit, I'm impressed. You're a fierce warrior, I like that, and your loyalty to your friend is admirable. You also have quite the bratty attitude, don't you?" He inquired, his voice low and smooth. "I must admit, I find it rather endearing."
You bristled at his words, feeling a surge of indignation at his condescension. But before you could retort, he continued.
"Although, I must ask, were you not taught to speak with more respect?" He chuckled, his tone lightly chiding. "After all, you are the tsuguko of a Hashira. One would expect you to comport yourself with a bit more decorum."
You gritted your teeth, fighting back the urge to snap at him. Akaza's words were like a thorn in your side, reminding you of your own failings and insecurities. But you refused to let him see your weakness. Gasping for air, you spat through clenched teeth, "I don't need to respect a demon who preys on the innocent," your words sharp and biting. "And I certainly don't need your approval, demon!"
As much as you hated him, there was something about Akaza that seemed a little intoxicating. The way he carried himself in, his wry smirks and words, it was all so beguiling. It was almost as if his presence alone was enough to make you feel weak in the knees. It was confusing, this feeling of being drawn to your enemy, but you couldn't ignore it, no matter how hard you tried.
As Akaza stood before you, his tattoos glinting in the moonlight and his haori flowing gently in the breeze, you found yourself studying his features with a mix of fascination and revulsion.
Akaza's eyes roamed over you, taking in your appearance with a predatory gaze. For a moment, you braced yourself for his next attack, but instead, he surprised you by complimenting you. "You know, for someone with such a bratty attitude, you certainly carry yourself well," he said, his lips curling up in a smirk.
Your eyes narrowed in suspicion, but you couldn't deny the thrill of satisfaction that ran through you at his words - did the moment trigger your praise kink?
"And your nichirin sword," he continued, nodding toward the weapon in your hand. "The shade of dark pink suits you. It's a nice touch, for such a beautiful girl like you, dear… Oh! Where are my manners? I've been so focused on our little conversation that I forgot to ask, what's your name?"
There was no way you were going to reveal your identity to the enemy. "I'm not telling you my name," you refused firmly, gripping your nichirin sword tightly.
Akaza's eyes still glittered with amusement. "You're really a brat. It's amusing. I like a little fire in my opponents, especially when they're as pretty and little as you."
Despite your best efforts to maintain your composure, you couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement at his words. It was as if he could see something in you that others couldn't, a hidden strength that you had yet to fully tap into. You felt yourself standing a little taller, a little more assured in your abilities.
"I must say, you are quite a sight too," Akaza mused, his voice low and smooth. "That shade of dark pink on your haori suits you well, and the way you carry your nichirin sword shows a level of confidence and skill that is rare to see in someone so young, especially a woman."
You could feel your cheeks heat up, and you couldn't help but feel flattered. You shook your head, trying to clear your mind of the pleasant feeling that had come over you. You knew that you couldn't let yourself be distracted by Akaza's words or his alluring presence. You needed to focus on the fight at hand.
Gritting your teeth, you lifted your nichirin sword once more, steeling yourself for the next round of battle. Despite the exhaustion that was creeping into your limbs, you refused to give up. You were a Demon Slayer, trained to face even the most formidable foes with courage and determination.
Akaza watched you, his eyes gleaming with interest. There was a sense of amusement in his gaze, as if he found your stubbornness amusing. "You are quite the fighter," he commented, his voice lilting. "It's almost a shame that we have to be enemies."
Akaza stepped closer, his eyes never leaving yours.
You could feel the intensity of his gaze, and you couldn't help but feel a tingle run down your spine. You stumbled backwards, your heart pounding in your chest, as Akaza seemed to move impossibly fast, standing right in front of you in the blink of an eye. You felt your back press against the rough wooden wall of the dojo, trapping you in place. Your face flushed with crimson, not only due to exhaustion from the fight, but also because of Akaza's proximity - his breath was fanning the side of your neck, sending shivers down your spine. You could feel your heart racing as he leaned in closer, his lips just inches away from yours. You could feel the heat of his body against yours. "Go to hell, Akaza," you spat out after regaining your composure.
Out of nowhere, Akaza leant in and crushed his lips against yours. The suddenness of the action took you by surprise, but as soon as his lips met yours, you felt a spark of electricity coursing through your body. As he kissed you, you couldn't help but moan with pleasure. You had never felt anything like this before, and you knew that you were hooked. With every touch and every kiss, you felt yourself falling deeper and deeper under demon's spell.
As the kiss deepened, you could feel his hands moving to your waist, pulling you closer to him. As the kiss with Akaza intensified, you began to lose your grip on your sword. Your attention was completely consumed by the passion of the moment, and you forgot that you were even holding a weapon. The sword slipped from your hand and clattered to the ground, but neither of you paid it any mind.
Eventually, after what seemed like an eternity, he pulled away, leaving you breathless and wanting more. You opened your eyes to find him staring at you intensely, his eyes filled with a mix of desire and adoration. He brushed a lock of your curly hair out of your flushed face. "You really are a good girl, aren't you?"
Akaza placed his hands on your hips and pulled you towards him, causing your breath to catch in surprise. Your body flushed with warmth and your stomach dropped as you looked up at him with wide eyes, clearly conveying your shock. However, you didn't pull away from him, instead instinctively placing one hand on his bicep and the other on his bare chest.
Your mind raced with confusion and disbelief. This couldn't be happening, could it?
You stood there, lost in the moment as your lips locked with Akaza's in a heated make-out session. As you kissed, you felt a growing bulge between his legs pressing against your thigh. His hands roamed from your hips, one of them gripping your small, perky rear while the other trailed up your side. His thumb brushed tantalizingly under your breast, sending shivers of anticipation through your body. Several times you felt the urge to reach down, into his buggy pants, and take hold of his cock, but you lacked the confidence to do so.
He slightly pushed away from you, looking at you with complete certainty. You could see the earnestness in his eyes as he commanded, "Take off your panties, but leave the skirt on," and began to remove his pants.
Without much of hesitation, you reached under your skirt and slid your panties down to the ground, feeling the cold night air on your now-bare pussy; you could already feel the wetness within. The slightest friction of removing your panties sent a wave of pleasure through your body.
He slid his pants off, revealing his rock-hard erection. "Here, kneel here and suck it for me, sweet girl without a name."
As you knelt before him, you ached to feel him inside you. The anticipation was making you feel like just the slightest touch on your clit would send you over the edge. You wrapped your hand around his erected shaft, taking it in your mouth and sensually tracing your lips up and down its length. With each soft touch of your lips, you could feel his member twitch in your hand. After a few tantalizing moments of teasing, you took a deep breath and wrapped your lips around the tip, gradually sliding it into your mouth.
A muffled groan escaped from Akaza's lips as he savored the sensation. "You're doing so well, cockslut," he praised, his voice laced with desire.
As he praised you, your body responded with a shiver and a moan. You felt his cock twitch in your mouth, and the sound of his pleasure only spurred you on. You took him deeper, swirling your tongue around him, and he let out a guttural groan. Your own arousal was building with every passing second. With your other hand, you tenderly cradled his balls and softly kneaded them, eliciting another muted moan from him. As you continued to lavish his cock with your mouth and hands for the next few minutes, you eventually tasted the tangy precum that indicated your skilled efforts.
"Just like that, slut. Show me how good you can be. Suck my cock," the demon slipped his hands into your curly hair, tugging it from time to time. "Oh, come on, I know you can do better than that. Open that pretty mouth of yours wider. Just like that, doll, just like that," Akaza held your head still and started bucking his hips back and forth, face-fucking you.
Akaza's praises directed to you made you shiver in pleasure, your kink kicking in hard. You started drooling, saliva was dripping down on your uniform from the corners of your mouth. Hearing him call you a "good girl" and praising your obedience sent shivers down your spine, and you couldn't help but feel a rush of arousal at his words. It was as if his praise was the ultimate reward, and you would do anything to earn it. The way he looked down at you with admiration and lust only fueled your desire to please him even more.
He changed his mind about how to finish things. He motioned for you to stop and stand up, then stepped closer and pressed you against the wall again. Akaza lifted you up, cupping both hands under your ass, and you instinctively wrapped one leg around his hip for support. With your pussy pressed against his thigh, he whispered into your ear, "Show me how wet you are. Let me feel it. Oh, yes. That's it. You're such a good, naughty thing, aren't you, nameless girl?"
As his thigh rubbed against your wetness, you couldn't help but moan softly. His order to keep stroking him only added to the overwhelming sensations coursing through your body. You obediently resumed stroking his hard length, feeling it throb under your touch.
"You're so good at this," Akaza murmured, his voice laced with appreciation. "So obedient and willing to please."
As he continued to grind against you, you could feel your breathing becoming shallower and more ragged. The pleasure was becoming almost unbearable, and you knew that you were close to the edge.
Finally, looking right in your Y/E/C eyes, he whispered, "Do you want my cock yet? I want to hear you say it. Do you want to feel me inside your little, slick cunt?"
"Yes, please," you whispered, barely moving your lips.
With that, Akaza lined himself with your entrance and thrusted forward.
As he pushed into you, you couldn't help but gasp at the overwhelming sensation. Your body eagerly welcomed him, and you could feel yourself becoming even wetter with each thrust. The pleasure rippled through your body, making you arch your back and bite down on your lip to stifle a moan. There was no resistance as he slid in deeper, filling you completely.
Akaza praised as he took your hand and guided it to your clit. "Be a good, little slut you are and play with that pretty slit."
He didn't have to say twice. Akaza watched you intently, his eyes fixed on your hand as it worked its magic on your clit. He continued to thrust into you, each one timed perfectly with your finger movements. "That's it, sweet girl," he murmured, his breath hot against your ear. "You look so beautiful when you're pleasuring yourself."
Your body was on fire, every nerve ending tingling with pleasure. The combination of his cock inside you and your fingers on your clit was almost too much to bear. You felt yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. "Akaza," your voice barely above a whisper as you chanted his name. "Harder! Oh my! Harder, I said, you fucking demon!"
He responded by picking up the pace, driving into you harder and faster. His fingers dug into your hips through the fabric of your short skirt as he held you close, his lips brushing against your neck. "Cum for me, little slut," he urged. "Let go and give in to the pleasure."
With one final thrust, you felt your orgasm wash over you. Your body tensed and you cried out his name, your fingers still working furiously on your clit. Akaza held you tightly as you rode out your orgasm, his own release imminent. Finally, with a low growl, he came inside you, filling you with his hot seed.
As the two of you came down from your highs, Akaza pulled out of you and gently set you down on your feet. "Well, well, just look at you, little tsuguko. You're brimming with my seed, your body all flushed from the things I did to you. Such a naughty little slut. What would your fellow slayers say if they found out you let a demon take you like this?" Akaza teased, running the tip of his tongue along his lips curved in a wry grin as he kept jerking his cock, last drops of his cum falling on the wooden floor.
As you finally regained your composure, a wave of realization hit you like a ton of bricks. What had you done? You had just let Akaza fuck you, using your body for his own pleasure. Your mind raced with thoughts of guilt and shame. You couldn't believe you had allowed yourself to be used like that. But at the same time, a part of you couldn't deny the intense pleasure that had come with it. You couldn't deny the way his praises and commands had made you shiver with excitement. It was a confusing mix of emotions, and you weren't quite sure how to process it all.
After picking your panties from the dusted floor, and quickly putting them on, you adjusted your uniform, and looked over at Akaza, who was still standing there with a satisfied look on his face, improving his pants. "You must have cast a spell on me! It's impossible that I did all of that on my own will!" You pouted, your voice lingering with anger.
Akaza looked at you with a cocked eyebrow and the corners of his lips curled in a smirk, "I have not manipulated you in any way. Your thoughts and actions have been guided by your own desires, little one. You're to blame." After watching you for a moment, Akaza decided to turn around and leave the dojo, but before he could take a single step, he heard your voice.
"I'm not finished with you yet, demon. You're not going anywhere."
Akaza turned around, glancing over his shoulder to find you standing there, your Nichirin sword tightly gripped in your hands. He could sense the determination emanating from you, and he knew you were ready for another round of fighting.
"Ah, I thought we were both past the fighting stage," Akaza pointed out, tilting his head to the side, looking at you with a mischievous grin.
"The real fighting has only just begun, demon. But don't worry, I'm ready for it. Are you?" With your sword raised, you stood ready to keep fighting, even if it meant battling for eternity to emerge victorious.
#akaza smut#akaza x reader#akaza z reader smut#akaza x you#akaza x y/n#upper moon three#kny akaza#kny smut#kny x reader#demon slayer reader#demon slayer x reader#rengoku kyojuro#my writing#request completed
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if requests are open can i request a story for muzan? ^_^
like a female s/o being tired of being kept in their shared house and leaves and muzan is panicking bc he cant find her
ehehehheheheh
You were sick.
The marriage was arranged, your parents wanting you to experience a happy marriage before you died.
You were used as a cover for him, a sick wife. There would be no way that the demon slayers would look his way.
But, the more he spent with you, how uplifting you were despite your upcoming death.
And he just felt so... Soft for you.
You were so... He didn’t know to explain it….
There was so much about you that he couldn’t help but fall for…
Which means he grew worried for you, he understood what it was like to have an incurable illness.
Which was why, the second you were moved out of your parents home to his…
You were isolated.
The only one you could interact with was him, if you wanted something you had to call for him.
He didn’t need the others trying to talk to you or get you even more sick than you already were!
He was working on a cure… Yet they didn’t seek to work… And you were running out of time…
There was another way… But he didn’t want to taint your innocence with his blood…
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You smiled softly as you played with your nieces and nephews, you wished to have children of your own…
With this illness… It was impossible… You would die before even getting to your third trimester…
You giggled softly as your nephew reached out to you, just hugging him close as you smiled.
You could only imagine a life where you were healthy and having a family…
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Muzak panted softly as he looked at the destroyed room and dead maids around him…
You were gone… You weren’t anywhere to be found…
These useless servants couldn’t keep track of you…
You were no where in sight…
Did you find out his secret?! No… No you wouldn’t…
There was no way you did!
He’d find you…
He’d find you if it was the last thing he did…
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He finally found you a day later…
He watched as you played with your nieces and nephews, biting his fingernail as he furrowed his brow.
He couldn’t lost you…
He would never lose you…
Which is why he did what he had to do…
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He watched as you withered in pain, he didn’t want to turn you…
But you would live longer, your illness gone.
He kneeled down as he grabbed your face.
“Shh… shh…” he said to you before he stroked your cheek.
“It’ll help over soon… And you’ll have the live befitting of a queen…”
He would never part ways with you…
It was after all… Death do you part.
#demon slayer#kny#kimetsu no yaiba#demon slayer x reader#muzan jackson#kimetsu muzan#muzan kny#kibutsuji muzan#muzan#muzan x reader#demon slayer muzan#kimetsu no yaiba muzan#kny muzan#muzan kibutsuji#muzan x y/n#muzan x you#muzan fic#demon slayer reader#demon slayer manga#pretty anon#demon slayer x readr#demon slayer x you#demon slayer x y/n#demon slayer fan fic#demon slayer fic
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Rengoku
Randomly became obsessed with Rengoku…. Sooooooooo
Ight see you in the next 3 months
#rengoku kyojuro#demon slayer rengoku#demon slayer#demon slayer reader#rengoku kyōjurō#I love him#he’s so silly#fire#flame hashira#unoislazy#drawings#art#fanart#demon slayer fanart#rengoku fanart#demon slayer kyojuro#kyojuro rengoku#kyojuro rengoku fanart
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Hantengu Brothers Au
Impressions of each other
Sekido
Karaku: “He needs to loosen up a little, I’ll like him more. Making fun of him is so entertaining I just love it.”
Aizetsu: “He always yells at me, he makes me sad sometimes.”
Urogi: “HE’S A PARTY POOPER. ALWAYS KILLING ALL THE FUN. HE THINKS CUZ HE’S THE OLDEST HE GETS TO CONTROL US AROUND”
Zohakuten: “he’s the least pathetic out of the others. I respect him”
Karaku
Sekido: “His attitude infuriates me. He’s never serious and loves to play around. I despise interacting with him.”
Aizetsu: “He always teases me. I try to avoid him as much as possible. It’s saddening really”
Urogi: “MY FAVORITE BRO AND BEST BUD. HES THE ONLY ONE WHO ISNT BORING AND A LOSER”
Zohakuten: “He sickens me”
Aizetsu
Sekido: “His Whining is intolerable. He acts like a child...SO INFURIATING”
Karaku: “I love making fun of him… He makes it so easy to do so. He’s just as entertaining to pick on as Sekido”
Urogi: “HE’S SO SENSITIVE ITS FUNNY SOMTIMES. BUT HES NOT BAD. I LIKE HIM.”
Zohakuten: “I’m embarrassed to be related to him by blood.”
Urogi:
Sekido: “He’s even more infuriating than Karaku and Aizetsu”
Karaku: “He’s very fun to hang out with. But sometimes he is too much, even for me”
Aizetsu: “He’s too loud but the nicest to me out of the rest. I don’t mind him much”
Zohakuten: “He’s just like an animal ! Despicable”

Zohakuten
Sekido: “He’s not as bad as the others, He’s the most tolerable”
Karaku: “This pipsqueak needs to chill, he acts way older than his age, it’s interesting.
Aizetsu: “He makes my life full of misery & sorrow. I don’t like him.
Urogi: “A TOTAL BRAT! HES JUST LIKE SEKIDO!!”
#anime#demon slayer#kny#hantengu#hantengu clones#aizetsu#karaku#zohakuten#sekido#demon slayer reader#douma#akaza
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Chapter 1: Left in Darkness, my only love | Demon slayer x male reader
The description is down below. This is also on my Wattpad and Quotev! Enjoy!
Description: Nyctophilia
More about you: More about you
Chapter 1: Left in Darkness, my only love | You are here
TW: In detail death and gore
Upon the dark forest, where moonlight dispersed amongst the dense trees, there laid a house. Isolated from civilization was the L/n household in the mountains. The only other house close by was the Kamado household. The forest was a spacious area where three of the L/n children could run and play.
Y/n and his brother and sister would always pretend. Y/n always smiled with his family, never knowing true sorrow. He would pretend to be a monster and scare his two siblings, or be the hero and save them. Y/n would often walk his siblings to the Kamado household, so that his brother and sister could play with the other children.
Y/n would always watch, helping around with Tanjiro and Nezuko. Those two were the h/c haired boy’s closest friends, they knew each other for as long as he could remember. Tanjiro would regularly give Y/n free charcoal as a thanks for helping him. However, Y/n would repay him with the food Y/n’s family sold.
It was a frequent exchange between the two. Y/n grew very close with the other Kamado children as well, babysitting whenever Kei needed a break. She was always so grateful of the boy, the whole family was.
Y/n’s parents would gush about how proud of their son they were and how much of a kind soul he was. Y/n always laughed whenever they did, dismissing it as something not needing such high praise. Y/n was so grateful of his loving family.
But something in him felt grave discomfort. Never did he think this happiness would last. Always in his mind of the dangers and extremities of chaos that could take his family. That could take his happiness away.
That’s when the obsession settles in. Always sitting in the shadows on sunny days, and basking in the moonlight that gently beamed down on the boy. Y/n became well acquainted with the darkness that surrounded his home. Never unsettled with the noises that graced the unsettling forest.
Y/n would often catch the presence of shadows and unknown creatures that roamed around. Sometimes he would speak to them, never expecting an answer. Sometimes he would get a response back. Rarely did he ever have full conversations with those that lurked.
To those that conversed with the boy, those shadows, and creatures that responded, they found an odd comfort with him. Even with him being a human, they felt no need to harm him. Y/n showed no fear, and those creatures admired it. Some would talk about him with others.
Y/n became a big name within the community of those shadows, and they would tell the h/c boy. He never understood what they meant, but he felt flattered. Y/n rarely ever slept during the night, feeling the lull of the moon. His parents were concerned with the behavior, and frightened of the voices that talked back.
Y/n softly stepped outside to a small clearing surrounded by all forms of foliage. He sat on the small patch of grass that was graced with small flowers. In his s/c hands, he held a small cup of warm tea. He softly closed his eyes as he took a small sip.
“Hello, my darkness friend.”
Silence followed his voice for a moment. There was no response. Y/n softly smiled, not looking up from his cup of tea.
“I know you’re out there. No need to hide from me.”
There was a rustling in the leaves that surrounded the boy. Y/n caught the sound of grumbling. He giggled softly, as the air showed visibly out of his mouth. A voice from the darkness emerged.
“You caught me again, Mr. Moonlight.”
Y/n softly smiled, staring absently in front of him. He heard the creature that hid itself in the surrounding foliage. It was seemingly closer than before.
“What are you doing out again. Couldn’t sleep?”
Y/n took another sip of the warm tea, letting the taste linger on his tongue. A sigh followed soon after.
“I think you know the answer.”
The sound of rustling leaves was the only thing that made a sound for a while. A moment of silence soon took over for a moment. The creature spoke up again.
“Would you still talk to me if you knew the truth of my appearance?”
Y/n put the cup down gently on a nearby rock. He felt confusion settle within his mind.
“What do you mean, dear darkness friend?”
There was no hesitation for an answer.
“If I were to walk out of the leaves I shroud myself in, would you scream?”
“Why would I scream?”
Frustration was clear within the creature's voice as it answered Y/n’s question once more.
“Because most seem too. Once I emerge from the shadows and eyes fall on me, all I hear is shrieks of fear… Then the unbearable silence soon after.”
Y/n smiled solemnly into his lap.
“I don’t think there would be any fear if I did see you.”
Rustles from where the creature sat got further from Y/n. Again, Y/n sighed, finishing up the last of his tea. A lonely feeling made itself home within Y/n.
“Goodbye, my darkness friend.”
Y/n stood up, gently holding the empty cup close. Silent steps made their way back to the house surrounded by trees. Y/n gently opened the door, making sure no one was disturbed by his entrance. He stepped in, closing the door behind him.
Y/n softly walked to the kitchen to place the empty cup into the sink. It rested there for him to come back to it later. There was a gentle patter with every step he took. Up the stairs, entering his shared bedroom with his brother.
He looked to the small boy, gently resting on a tatami mat. Minimal moonlight dispersed in the room, making the small boy’s sleeping features more pronounced. Y/n gently smiled at the peaceful sight. Y/n moved to where his tatami mat laid.
He relaxed against it, trying his best to fall asleep. His e/c eyes fixated on the ceiling of the room. Thoughts raced through his head, mostly stuck on the encounter with one of the creatures he had talked to. Curiosity made Y/n restless.
Y/n’s eyelids slowly shut, as the boy was being lulled into sleep. The encounter still swirling in his mind.
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That night was a while ago, many others had made their places within Y/n’s memories. Similar encounters with the creatures that hid themselves from Y/n confused the boy. He never understood what the voices meant when they asked if he would fear them. His family never knew of these encounters.
They only had knowledge that Y/n would sit out in the clearing during the late hours. Many conversations, fueled with concern, were held. Failed attempts of convincing the h/l h/c boy to not go on those late night walks. Even if they were quick to give up, Y/n’s parents still had those conversations with him.
As a way to ease their nerves, and get the boy to actually become tired, Y/n’s parents had him run the stall today. Y/n was quick to rush out the door, excited to finally run the food stall. It was something that he always wanted to do, but his parents never truly let him. At least never on his own.
Y/n hugged his sister and brother goodbye before setting off for the small town down the mountain.
His siblings were complaining about not being able to go. He giggled and ruffled his hair. Y/n felt an odd pit in his stomach, something telling him not to leave. Y/n knelt down to his sibling's height, hugging them both.
The two gripped Y/n tightly, smiling. Y/n then stood up, hugging his mother tightly. It startled her, unsure why her son would do this. Nonetheless, she gave a receiving hug back.
Y/n went off on his way to the small stall with some ingredients and premade dishes in hand. As he descended the mountain, Y/n took in all the surrounding flora. A small white flower stuck out the most to the boy, he kept seeing them along the trail. Y/n made a mental note to pick some on his way home.
After thirty minutes of walking, Y/n made it to the entrance of the village. He continued walking as he waved to everyone around him. He was a kind boy who everyone seemed to go to when they needed extra help. Y/n pulled out a cart from an alley and started the stove simmering some ingredient.
Patrons would trickle in to the stall throughout the day. Y/n managed to get a lot done on his own. Once person caught his eyes, however. Y/n put a ‘come back later’ sign up as he walked out, rushing to the person. Y/n yelled out while waving.
“Tanjiro! Tanjiro!”
The black haired boy turned to look into deep e/c eyes. He smiled gently and braced himself for Y/n’s hug. Y/n gave Tanjiro a big embrace, tight and warm. Tanjro smiled and hugged Y/n back. Once Y/n let go of the boy, he looked around. He noticed Tanjiro was alone.
“Did your siblings not join you today?”
Tanjro nodded his head as confirmation to Y/n’s question. He signalled Y/n to follow him as he did his rounds. Y/n skipped next to Tanjiro, feeling so happy to just be in his presence. The dark red eyed boy brought so much calm to Y/n.
“My mother didn’t want them distracting me from work. I think she also didn’t want more work to be put on me or you if we ended up running into each other.”
Y/n nodded, understanding Tanjiro.
“My mother and father said the same when my siblings wanted to come along too. Hey, if we brought our siblings, they could have kept each other busy.”
Y/n giggled at the idea, thinking it could have kept the children busy. Tanjiro lightly blushed at Y/n, and joining him in the vocal amusement. The two kept walking, conversing about the other's family and how they were doing. Tanjiro brought up Y/n’s sleeping troubles.
“Have you been able to sleep lately? I know last time we talked, you seemed so tired.”
Y/n froze at the question. He dreaded telling Tanjiro what was going on in his nightlife. There was a mix of fear and guilt not telling his best friend. Y/n didn’t want to freak Tanjiro out, nor be deemed crazy. Tanjiro stopped, looking back at his h/c friend. He noticed Y/n’s face, seemingly in glazed terror. He panicked and hugged Y/n close. Y/n gripped Tanjiro tightly, muttering things that Tanjiro could barely make out. He gripped Y/n’s face, staring deeply into those e/c eyes.
“Y/n, what’s wrong? Did something happen?”
That’s when Y/n broke. He decided he was going to tell Tanjiro what had been going on, for better or for worse. He took Tanjiro’s hand and brought him to the food stall. Y/n quickly whipped up some noodles for the two to enjoy as Y/n talked.
“I have been hiding this from everyone, even my own family. They know I stay up and go outside at night, but they don’t know what I do.”
Tanjiro glanced at Y/n with curiosity filling up his eyes.
“What do you do?”
Y/n took a deep breath, nervous to share. However, he was determined to have at least one person know what was going on. He couldn’t keep hiding it.
“I just start talking. I bring a cup of tea with me and I just talk to the darkness. Sometimes there are responses, other times its just be talking. But I always feel something, someone, present. They just listen. Part of me hopes it’s not just me imagining the responses and the feeling of someone there, but another part hopes it is just me out of fear of what's really out there.”
Y/n sighed, trying to think of a way to explain his feelings to Tanjiro. It was just as confusing to him as it would be anyone listening. Y/n continued.
“Even with that fear, there's a sense of comfort. A comfort of something protecting me and keeping me safe. I’m sorry if I’m not making any sense. I think I just might be crazy. The reason I can’t sleep at night though is because of the comfort I find in the moonlight and surrounding darkness. It just feels right to me, and I feel anxious when I’m not out in that forest for at least thirty minutes. Ah, I’m just rambling now. Oh, how’s your sister? I haven’t seen her in a while.”
Y/n looked up at Tanjiro and became startled with the way he looked at Y/n. It made Y/n want to cry with how concerned his friend looked. Tanjiro put his hands on Y/n’s s/c ones as a way to ease the boy.
“I understand what you mean, but I don’t think you’re crazy. Whenever you can’t sleep, you can just walk over to my house. Just knock three times and I’ll come and answer the door! I can write a letter to your parents, so they can give their opinions about it.”
Y/n hugged Tanjiro once more, feeling tears fall. He felt so grateful to have a friend like him.
“Thank you so much, Tanjiro.”
Tanjiro smiled once more, shaking his head. He never needed Y/n to thank me. He loved Y/n so much, he didn’t know in what way, however. Tanjiro just assumed that it was a way friends would. Y/n’s question then registered n Tanjiro’s mind.
“Oh, Nezuko is good! She misses you a lot. You should come over and see her!”
Y/n smiled at the thought. Y/n/s eyes drifted to the line now forming in front of the stall. He shot up and muttered a quick apology to his friend. Y/n started cooking once more and serving customers. Tanjiro stood next to the stall, selling the rest of his charcoal.
This was another thing the two did. They would sell their good with each other. It made working easier and eased any stress. Once the sun set, Y/n made his way out of the village, with Tanjiro following him.
The two said goodbye, and Y/n gave him one last hug. Y/n started trekking the hill, with anxiety settling with in him once more. He passed the white flowers, forgetting to pick them up as panic rushed through his blood. He picked up the pace, running to where his home rested.
Y/n smelt an overwhelming smell of iron. His mind raced with the worst case scenarios graphically ingraining themselves in his mind. He struggled to open the door, his hands shaking extensively. The moon was just over the trees, bringing a dim light.
Once the door shot open, Y/n’s eyes widened. He covered his mouth as tears streamed down his s/c face. His mind could barely process what he was seeing. Blood coated the walls and the wooden floor.
Y/n softly stepped through the doorway, trying to get a better grasp of what could have happened. That's when he fell to his knees. His mother was bleeding throughout every limb. His little sister was gripping on to her, with a hole where her stomach should be.
Deeper in, Y/n could only see his father's body, no head in sight. And under his father's body was his little brother, eyes gouged out of his head. Y/n screamed, and ran outside to his small patch of grass. He fell to his knees on to the grass, trying to dry the overwhelming tears that streamed out of his eyes.
Y/n screamed and sobbed until his voice was hoarse. Y/n’s ears perked up as he heard the familiar rustle of leaves.
“Why are you crying, Mr. Moonlight.”
Y/n tried to speak, but only stutters fell out.
“I-Family Dead Why?”
The creature that spoke seemingly understood the broken speech. It felt sympathy and pity for the boy crying.
“It was bound to happen. These forests are full of hungry things.”
Y/n’s crying seemingly slowed, but the tears were still just as overwhelming.
“What do you mean?”
Y/n was finding it hard to breathe, his chest felt bruised. The creature said one last thing.
“I can not tell you, but I can promise that most wouldn’t hurt you. You are famous to us, Mr. Moonlight.”
Y/n was left confused as he heard the creature leaving. Y/n sat for a minute in silence, the moon beaming down on him. It was an angelic scene. Y/n walked back into the house, staring at the dead bodies.
He picked up his little sister first, bringing her body out in front of the house. Next was his mother, then his brother, lastly his headless father. He cried as he brought each corpse out of the house. He started to dig appropriate sized holes for each of his family members.
Reluctantly, he covered them in dirt, cementing their places under the ground. He held his hands together, digging his nails into his skin. Y/n was trying to contain himself from having a panic attack. Indents in his skin started to form, they turned a deeper color the further he pushed his nails. Y/n then started out a prayer.
“To the world of souls, be it above or below, please let these lost souls move on with the knowledge of being loved throughout their whole life and the fulfillment of what they accomplished. Even with the sins they may have committed, let them be consumed by the warm light that soothes us after death. They did what they could to give love to all and protect who they could. Please let them pass to the heavens above.”
With that, Y/n left the make shift burial site, and walked inside with the strong scent of blood lingering. It made him cry harder than he was before. He slowly started to clean up his house, trying to get rid of the horrid stench. After an hour of cleaning, everything looked seemingly normal.
Though, normalcy was forever lost for Y/n. Y/n contemplated going to Tanjiro’s for the night, unsure of the questions he might ask. Y/n wasn’t ready to come to terms with the fact that his parents, his whole family, was dead. Y/n took in a shaky breath, stuck in place with uncertainty settling in.
He walked to the kitchen to make himself some dinner. He was met with the sight of a finished meal, the last of his mother's cooking. The smell was barely there, but Y/n could feel it was lingering. He contemplated eating the last of what his mother would have ever made for him.
Tears swelled once more. He reluctantly took a seat at the table, examining the food. Y/n made a mark of every detail, etching it into his head as to never forget it. He could see his family surrounding the table with him. He could hear the laughing and the bonding they would have done. Y/n hesitantly plated some food, trying to remember the smell of a warm meal.
His hands shook as he took some chopsticks. They hovered over the food for a few seconds, Y/n unsure as to take a bite. He couldn't think of this being the last meal he would ever have that would be made with a mother's love. Y/n took one small bite as tears began to stream down again.
He choked back sobs, trying to memorize the taste. Every grain, every molecule, was savored by Y/n. The texture was even put into the illustrated memory he was trying to hold on to. Flashes of his mother holding him when he cried like this only made him feel worse. Other memories started to trickle in and started a remembrance train in Y/n's now broken mind.
Ones of his brother teasing him, ones of his sister making sure he was sleeping okay, and ones of his father doing things with Y/n that were special to the two. The specific memory that stuck to Y/n was when his father talked about s sword he used to own. That started Y/n and his father learning how to use them. Y/n’s father was his mentor and he learned quite a bit.
After the food was finished, Y/n couldn’t bring himself to clean it up. He stood up on his weak legs, trying to move, but his eyes were fixated on the half-eaten meal. He didn’t want to leave the table because once he did, it would mean his family was truly gone. Y/n didn’t want to think his family was gone, he wanted it to be a bad dream and that his brother would wake him up, so the two could play.
Y/n walked away slowly after ten minutes of staring at the dirty dishes. He walked to the stairs, running up them quickly. He rushed to his room and grabbed his tatami mat and his brother's blanket. He then ran to his sister’s room and grabbed one of her pillows.
After that, his last location was his parent's room, where he placed his tatami mat and the other things he acquired. He took in another shaky breath, now processing the fact that his family was dead, and he was now alone. An empty house with no one else residing in it but himself. He rested his head on the plush pillow, feeling his sister with him.
Wrapping himself in his brother’s blanket, another presence made itself clear to Y/n. And as he drifted off to sleep, he couldn’t help but hear his mother singing the same lullaby he would hear when he couldn’t sleep. Tears soaked into the pillow he rested on, his body sinking into the blanket that covered him. Silence rattled throughout the dark, lonely home.
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After a week of living alone, Y/n had adjusted to the new life he was given. It was a struggle in the beginning. Every minute Y/n couldn’t stop crying, so many memories never to be recreated ever again. He couldn’t even bring himself to tell Tanjiro, but Y/n spent so much time with him. Y/n made even more time to spend with Nezuko.
She seemed to notice Y/n’s more saddened state. Nezuko caught on to the amount of time Y/n was spending with the Kamado family, too. Whenever she asked about it, Y/n directed the conversation somewhere else. It concerned the black haired girl, to a point where she cornered Y/n.
Behind the house, the two stood in awkward and concerning silence. Y/n was fidgeting with his hands, unsure if he should speak or wait for Nezuko too. Y/n jumped back slightly when he felt Nezuko embrace his shaky hands. The two held eye contact, waiting for the other to speak.
“Y/n what's going on? You’ve been acting weird lately. You seem more sad.”
Y/n froze, hearing Nuezko’s words. He didn’t think he was making it that obvious, he was trying to hide his troubled feeling. Y/n’s breathing became irregular, and his heart was beating faster than normal. He sighed, knowing he couldn’t bring himself to lie to Nezuko.
“Something happened last week, and I don’t know how to say it or even if I want to say it.”
Nezuko seemed confused. She was trying to catch on to what Y/n was saying, but his words were so vague. Concern for Y/n started to bubble up.
“What happened?”
Y/n felt tears surface his e/c eyes, making them glossy within the sun. He opened his mouth, hoping words would come out, but the only sounds that did was a guttural sob. Y/n fell to his knees, scraping them slightly in the process. The pain caused not reaction out of the boy, due to his mind so focused on the death of his parents.
Nezuko’s eyes widened as she knelt down next to Y/n. She hugged him close and started to try to calm the boy down. Y/n buried his head into her shoulder, letting the tears fall once more. Nezuko said soothing things, reminding Y/n of his mother. His cries became harder and louder as he kept listening to Nezuko.
“My parents, my whole family, is gone!”
Nezuko’s face morphed into saddened surprise. She didn’t quite know what Y/n was talking about, but based off of how Y/n was reacting, she could tell it was bad. She held Y/n until he calmed down enough to make coherent sentences. Y/n wiped the tears away as he looked into concerned pink eyes.
Y/n blushed, feeling so embarrassed about breaking down in front of Nezuko. He tried to stand up, but his legs wobbled, making him almost fall. Nezuko caught Y/n before he could fall. She helped him steady himself, holding Y/n’s hand softly.
Nezuko breathed along with Y/n, trying to help him steady his own. Y/n finally felt better, hugging Nezuko, profusely thanking and apologizing to her. Nezuko giggled slightly and hugged Y/n tightly. She finally understood what Y/n might have been talking about.
Y/n and Nezuko pulled away from each other’s embrace. Y/n smiled softy, his eyelids lazily hanging. Nezuko returned a soft, somber smile to Y/n still very worried about him. Y/n sighed deeply.
“Thank you Nezuko. I’m sorry if I worried you.”
Nezuko shook her head, her bangs slightly swaying. Once again, her hands held Y/n’s gently. The two shared a moment of now comfortable silence, staring into each other’s eyes. Y/n’s eyes were saying thanks, and Nezuko’s were full of love.
Y/n pulled away from Nezuko, and walked to the front of the house. He waved to the rest of the Kamado family, saying his goodbyes. He was off on his way back to his quiet, empty home. The sad thoughts still ran through his head, one being the fact that he missed when there was a warm meal on the table for him when he got home.
Y/n looked at the white flowers that littered the trail. He finally remembered what he wanted to do with them a week later. He picked a few up and held on to them tightly. Some lost their petals because of the tight hold Y/n had on them. The further he trekked on, the closer he was to his home.
On the horizon, Y/n saw two figures standing in front of his front door. Y/n ran faster to his house, anxious about these two who were on the doorstep. He analyzed them from the distance he was at, trying to see if they had any weapons on them. One of them did, but it seemed to be sheathed.
The two heard fast-paced walking and turned to see where it was coming from. They saw a h/c haired boy with bright e/c eyes. They watched as the boy ran up to them, panting from exhaustion. The one with the weapon, noticed the boy was holding small white flowers.
“What are you doing here?”
Y/n stumbled back at the black haired boy’s bluntness. He tried to find an answer, but anxiety had already settled in his throat. He didn’t know what to say to these two, or what to ask, either. The older man seemed to take notice of Y/n’s feelings, based off the h/c haired boy's stance.
“Giyuu, let me handle this. Do you know where residence of this house are?”
Y/n nodded slightly, tears once again brimming. Giyuu, the one Y/n assumed to be the black haired boy, took notice of the slight change of demeanor.
Giyuu noticed his in structure going closer to the h/c boy, seemingly understanding the shift in mood. The gray haired man knelt down.
“Do you know M/n and F/n L/n?”
Y/n nodded again, trying so hard not to break down just hearing the names of his parents. How many times was the universe going to remind him of what he lost? It felt so unfair to the boy, it made no sense to him. He looked at the man, feeling a bit weirded out by the red mask that covered his face.
“They’re not here anymore, I’m sorry.”
Y/n was quiet and timid. He didn’t want to explain what happened, not to anyone. The man in the mask waited for Y/n to continue. Giyuu had foiled this mini plan, however.
“Where did they go?”
Y/n didn’t like the questioning these people were giving him. He didn’t know them, and he didn’t want to know them. He wanted them to go away, and just sit alone in his house. He long wished for the voices to be here and comfort him, but alas they were nighttime things and so fickle.
Y/n couldn’t speak anymore, he pointed a small finger to the makeshift graves of his family. The sight of them just made Y/n’s heartache. He clutched his chest, where his heart laid, tears softly rolling down his plush s/c cheeks. The two in front of Y/n only stared at the graves, not catching on to what Y/n meant.
They quickly turned to Y/n, however, after hearing heavy breathing from the boy. Giyuu’s eyes widened in concern, and the older man could only hug Y/n. Y/n couldn’t sob, the start of a panic attack was imminent. The man in the mask could only speak to the boy, unsure of what to say to calm him down.
“What are those mounds?”
Y/n could only breathe out one word.
“Family.”
That's when it hit the two. Y/n was the only one of this family of this house. M/n and F/n were Y/n’s parents. They could only feel sympathy for the boy, understanding the loss of the parents. Giyuu knelt down to Y/n’s height.
“I saw their bodies! They were mutilated! I don’t know what happened! I shouldn’t have left, I shouldn’t have! My brother, my sister. It’s all my fault!”
Y/n screamed after he said that, the thoughts consuming him. He was becoming irrational, and it showed through the way he was talking. The man wearing the mask could only shake his head in disagreement. Giyuu rubbed Y/n’s back.
“It is not your fault. It’s better you left, before whatever killed your family killed you.”
Y/n felt a deeper pit in his stomach. Giyuu was right, whatever had killed his family would have killed him. For some reason, this made Y/n feel so much guiltier than he was already. Nothing made sense to Y/n anymore, and the red masked man could sense it.
“What is your name?”
Y/n looked at the mask, just now realizing how weird it looked. It dispersed a bit of the anxiety he was harboring. Y/n was trying to hold in a giggle as best as he could. Y/n tried to steady himself.
“Y/n. My name is Y/n L/n and the last of the L/n family.”
It hurt him having to say that, but he felt it was necessary. Giyuu could see the boy struggling with keeping tears in. He could only sympathize with him, not even able to imagine losing someone so close. Giyuu’s hand slipped into Y/n’s s/c one.
Y/n looked into Giyuu’s muddied sapphire blue eyes, getting entranced by the color and intrigue. Y/n then looked the guy with the red mask, realization hitting him. He didn’t know this man’s name. He knew Giyuu’s but not knowing this man’s name felt weird, Y/n pointed to him and looked at Giyuu.
“What’s his name?”
Giyuu and looked at the guy with the red mask. Both were unable to understand what he was feeling. He just stood there, silence settling in for a moment around the three. He got a bit closer to the two that stood in front of him.
“My name is Sakonji Urokodaki. You can call me Urokodaki. I will be your instructor. Now let's go.”
Y/n looked confused at the two. What did Urokodaki mean by instructor, and for what? Questions swirled around Y/n’s head, making him so dizzy. He looked to Giyuu for answers, hoping he could read his mind.
“He teaches sword skills, and concentration breathing. You will also be coming with us.”
Giyuu’s response only gave Y/n more questions. Y/n felt even more dizzy, not understanding anything what these two were talking about. Y/n’s eyes glanced to the graves. Y/n then looked in his hand to see the semi wilted flowers.
The boy walked away from Giyuu, his s/c hand releasing from his. Giyuu watched Y/n walk to the graves he made, soon following the boy. He watched the boy place an even amount of flowers on each grave, delicately. Giyuu looked around to find anything to gift to those passed on.
He wondered over to a small patch of small yellow flowers. The color complimented the white ones well. He started placing them down, as Y/n watched him. His heart felt warmed by the action, unsure how to respond.
Giyuu stood next to Y/n, his hand back to holding Y/n’s. Y/n didn’t understand why Giyuu did this at all. He didn’t know his parents, so why give gifts? It made no sense to the boy.
“Why did you do that?”
Giyuu looked to Y/n, staring in to e/c eyes blankly. No emotion could be found within Giyuu’s eyes, at least none that were obvious. He looked back to the mounds, examining the flowers that laid on each one. His face was unfazed.
“Do what?”
Y/n looked to the flowers now. Confusion was still constant within the boy. He didn’t understand Giyuu at all, and his actions made no sense.
“Put flowers on the graves. You didn’t know my family, so why do it?”
Giyuu’s gaze didn’t waver off of the mounds. It only took a minute for Giyuu to find his answer to Y/n’s question.
Y/n became inpatient, curiosity hurting his brain. He didn’t like not knowing what other people were thinking.
“They died, that’s why.”
Giyuu’s tone was flat and blank. Y/n pondered on Giyuu’s response. Urokodaki joined the two, placing a hand on each of their shoulders. The way his head was facing, one would think he was looking at the graves too. He heard the conversation the two were having.
“One doesn’t need to have a relationship to the deceased to give respects to them. They simply need a caring and open hearts.”
Y/n looked up, startled by Urokodaki’s sudden presence. He sighed, finally getting an answer that made sense to him. His mind calmed down, his gaze looking at the graves one last time. He looked at both Giyuu and Urokodai again.
“I think… I think I’m ready to go.”
Urokodai nodded, turning around, facing the way to his home. Giyuu followed soon after, guiding Y/n. Y/n followed, looking back to his home. Tears slowly brimmed Y/n’s eyes one last time, floating in the wind as he walked away with Giyuu.
As the three walked to Urokodaki’s home, Y/n admired the scenery that surrounded them. The deeper they went, the more Y/n realized how little he explored. Y/n’s eyes sparked with wonder and curiosity, he ran a bit further than Giyuu, wanting to see it all. Giyuu softly smiled, seeing how excited the boy was.
“You live all the way out here, Urokodaki?”
Urokodaki only nodded, not saying a word. The closer the three got to Urokodaki’s home, the more excited Y/n felt. It was weird for him to feel this much excitement over something so simple. Giyuu pulled Y/n a little closer, so they could walk side by side.
“Stay close to me.”
Y/n nodded, feeling a bit on edge with the way Giyuu talked. The forests were getting darker, and the moonlight dispersed itself. The forest grew more eerie, but neither of the three were phased. Well not negatively that is.
Giyuu gripped Y/n’s hand, feeling as if the boy would be scared of the dark. It was also for Giyuu's own sake, wanting to keep Y/n safe. Y/n was too caught up in the dark forest and wondering what happened in them. Y/n looked at Giyuu, his smile making the black haired boy a bit flustered.
“Do you hear voices in these woods?”
Giyuu felt confused, what did this h/c haired boy mean? He looked around and tried his best to hear if there were any noises around the group. Silence was all there was, aside from the normal rustling from the wind. Giyuu kept his focus on Urokodaki, his pace slowing.
“What do you mean Y/n?”
Y/n started frowning, panic and regret making home in his throat. He didn't want to answer truthfully. He didn't want these new people to think of him as someone crazy. A shuddered sigh came out of Y/n’s mouth.
“I…uhm… Sometimes late at night, I hear voices. Well, more, so I talk to the void, and sometimes it talks back.”
Giyuu felt minimal anxiety after hearing what Y/n said. He didn’t want to panic the boy, but he looked at Urokodaki. The older man seemed to pick up on what Y/n said, though his pace was still the same. Giyuu could tell though that Urokodaki was concerned. The further they walked, the closer a house seemed to get.
Y/n saw the house on the horizon, curious about what it looked like. The outside presentation felt so familiar to him, it reminded the boy of his own home. Giyuu looked at the child running out of his reach, the absence of Y/n’s hand that once held Giyuu’s. Y/n was the first up the hill, standing in front of the house, feeling sadness grip him once again.
Y/n’s body felt heavy, his eyes brimming with tears once more. He felt sick of how sad he got within just today, the amount of breakdowns stuck in his head. Thick tears rolled down his face, heaves holding back the sobs. Giyuu rushed to Y/n, unsure of what might have caused this strong emotional response.
Giyuu tried to get Y/n’s attention, Urokodaki not too far behind from the two. Y/n’s mind was enveloped of that night, that moment. The regret swelling up in his stomach, he felt so sick. He couldn’t help but blame himself. Nothing in his mind put him at ease.
The images of his mother, his father, and both his siblings mutilated now swarming his mind. In his head, he was screaming out, telling the thoughts to stop. The more he screamed in his mind, the more Y/n could feel as if he was saying it. Giyuu and Urokodaki were suddenly panicking when they heard Y/n’s pleas for something to stop.
“Y/n, what's wrong?”
Giyuu’s question went unanswered, unknown levels of panic became prominent to him. Giyuu didn’t know that such a stranger could panic him like this. Urokodaki only watched, unsure on how to help. Y/n fell to his knees, disbelief still strong in his mind.
Y/n sobbed loudly, the moonlight causing his tears to gleam. Giyuu only at next to Y/n, letting him cry. He knew there wasn’t much he could do, not unless Y/n told him. Urokodaki went to open the door to the house, motivation, and reasoning were unknown to Giyuu.
All Giyuu could think was to grab the sobbing boy and carried him inside. He put his hands around Y/n’s neck and knee’s carrying him into Urokodaki’s home. Y/n looked to Giyuu, finally snapped out of the horrible flashback.
Y/n looked around, noticing they were inside the house. The h/l h/c haired boy was confused as to how he got inside, looking all over the place. Y/n then looked at Giyuu noticing the boy was carrying him. Y/n blushed slightly, feeling embarrassed that Giyuu held him so close.
“Giyuu, what’s going on? Why are we inside now?”
Giyuu looked to Y/n, putting him down, so he could walk on his own. Giyuu lead Y/n to where the two of them would be sleeping. Y/n saw the mats and at on one of them, looking to the other one. Giyuu stood in the doorway.
“You were crying.”
Giyuu’s blunt words hurt Y/n a bit. It felt like a bad thing when Giyuu said it. Giyuu noticed Y/n tensing up, wondering why he was. Giyuu moved to the mat next to Y/n’s sitting directly in front of him.
“I’m sorry.”
Y/n’s meek voice caused Giyuu to blush slightly. He never heard a voice so sweet before. Curiosity once again graced Giyuu. He didn’t understand why Y/n was apologizing.
“You have no need to be sorry.”
Y/n looked directly into Giyuu’s eyes.
“But I was crying, and you had to carry me inside, I can’t help but feel like I’m already burdening you.”
Giyuu only shook his head, disagreeing with Y/n’s conclusion.
“You’re not a burden, you only worried me and I wanted to bring you inside where it’s safer.”
Y/n softly smiled, all anxieties being calmed.
He looked around the room, studying every nook and cranny, wanting to get comfortable. Giyuu noticed e/c eyes darting back and forth at a rapid pace. He sat on the other mattress, staring directly at Y/n.
Y/n's eyes stopped darting, fixating on Giyuu. He tried to decipher what Giyuu was thinking, but there was no use in doing so. Giyuu kept his gaze on Y/n both staring into each other's eyes. Y/n started to fidgeting with his fingers, unsure on what to do around the boy in front of him.
“What do the voices say and what do they sound like?”
Giyuu's tone was serious, and Y/n was anxious. He didn't know how to answer Giyuu’s question without seeming crazy. Y/n tried to gather his thoughts and memories of all the voices he had heard. Y/n lowered his head.
“They would ask me what I was doing outside so late. That's how every conversation started. Sometimes they would take interest in things I did that day, or they would ask random questions about what things were. They all sounded different, but there were some regulars. Those were the ones that would always ask me how I was and seem the most interested in my life. It was oddly comforting. Why do you ask?”
Giyuu seemed unfazed, so focused on everything Y/n was sharing with him. Every single word Y/n said, Giyuu had memorized. Y/n got uncomfortable with the silence. He was unsure if he should continue talking or if he should wait for Giyuu to respond. Before Giyuu could open his mouth, Urokodaki walked in.
“Dinner's ready. Y/n I'll find a change of clothes for you.”
Y/n quickly nodded, not wanting to seem disrespectful to Urokodaki. Y/n stood up and walked out of the room, Giyuu following close behind. The aroma of the dishes made Y/n's mouth water. He quickly sat down, grasping his hands together for a silent prayer. Once the food hit Y/n’s tastes buds, it sent him to other worlds of flavors.
The feeling of a warm home cooked meal made Y/n feel so loved. Even if it was from a stranger, it felt nice to have warm food waiting for him. Giyuu watched Y/n, noticing his expressions brighten with every bite he took. Giyuu started to eat slower than Y/n.
After the two finished their meal, Urokodaki came out with some spare clothes for Y/n. The boy graciously took them, thanking Urokodaki every other second. Once Y/n changed, he sat on the mattress waiting for Giyuu to enter. Said boy walked in, changed from what he was wearing earlier into more suitable night ware.
The two ended up falling asleep, Urokodaki blowing out all the candles to bring a darkened atmosphere to the house. Giyuu stayed up a bit, just to make sure Y/n felt safe enough to fall asleep. As soon as he heard Y/n snoring softly, Giyuu went to bed.
After a few hours, Y/n woke up as if his body was begging him too. He looked around, a sleeping Giyuu catching his eye. Y/n softly got up, walked out of the room, and out of the house to see the darkness of night. He walked a little further, closer to the trees, to see if he heard any voices like his old home. Y/n started to mumble to himself, in hopes of the voices to come back and talk to him once more.
The more Y/n mumbled to himself, the more crazy he felt for not getting a response. It had been a couple of minutes of him being out in the freezing cold, acting like a lunatic. He was so caught up in his own thoughts and words that he didn’t hear someone walk behind him. Y/n jumped back becoming startled when he felt a hand on his back.
Y/n’s heart was beating so fast, he brought a hand to his chest, trying to calm himself down. E/c eyes looked up to see who had startled him, little hope, thinking it was his family coming to take him home out of the lingering denial he has of their death. Y/n’s eyes dimmed when he saw it wasn’t his family, but Giyuu. Giyuu looked at Y/n with slight concern, unsure on what to do to help calm the boy down.
“What are you doing out here?”
Y/n stiffened at Giyuu’s voice, something about it made him feel safe, which was odd to him. He took a minute to gather himself to not stutter or mess up his response.
“I couldn’t sleep, it's an issue I’ve been having for a while. Back home, I’d just sit out during the night and talk to myself. You remember those voices I talked about? Those are what I was hoping to get a response from.”
Y/n’s head lowered, still missing his home and fearful of what Giyuu would say. What he didn’t expect was Giyuu hugging him. That was Giyuu’s only response, and he didn’t know why he did that himself. Y/n melted in Giyuu’s grasp, tears softly streaming down his face.
Giyuu led Y/n to a rock form, seemingly resembling a table and chairs. The two sat down on the rocks and Y/n's tears stopped. The familiarity of sitting around the darkness and being surrounded by trees brought a soft smile to his face. Giyuu blushed lightly, wanting to see Y/n only ever smile like that especially what happened to him.
“I promise Y/n, I will protect you from any sadness.”
Y/n looked up, startled, and blushed. He didn’t know how to respond or what Giyuu meant. The two sat there in comfortable silence for the most part. Giyuu contemplated telling Y/n what he has been thinking about all night. Deep down, he knew the right answer.
“Y/n, I have something to tell you.”
Y/n looked at him curiously, something telling him that what Giyuu was going to share wasn’t going to be happy. Y/n waited impatient for Giyuu to tell him what he needed too. Giyuu noticed Y/n’s impatience. He went on to explain what he needed to Y/n.
“Those voices you were taking to were demons.”
Y/n was confused. He’s heard of the creatures others called demons, but he only ever thought them to be tales to keep kids to behave. And if those voices were demons, why didn’t they kill him? Based off the stories he had heard from the towns folk, they should have killed him.
“Demons? What are they exactly?”
Giyuu was shocked that Y/n didn’t know what demons were. The usual reaction others had when they heard the talk of demons were fear. But this boy in front of him not know of demons, but he held no fear in his voice when he asked. Y/n confused Giyuu more ways than one in just one night.
“They are human eating creatures. And they must be slain.”
Y/n became scared after hearing those last few words. He didn’t want to hurt the voices, even if they were demons. The brought so much comfort to him, they were like a family. Y/n looked down again, his mind was swimming with swarming thoughts.
Giyuu noticed Y/n becoming uncomfortable at the thought of slaying demons. He didn’t quite understand why, however. He thought it was a demon that killed Y/n’s family. So why was Y/n uncomfortable with the thought of slaying demons?
“What’s wrong Y/n?”
Y/n was startled once more, jumping back slightly on the make shift chair. He struggled to make eye contact with Giyuu. He wanted to explain the issue of his feelings, but no words were coming to his mind. Luckily, Giyuu found those words for Y/n.
“You’re struggling with the thought of killing demons, aren’t you.”
Y/n looked up to meet Giyuu’s eyes. He nodded quickly, his h/c hair bobbing with the motion, which Giyuu found cute. Thanks to the Giyuu, Y/n was prompted to put his thoughts into a cohesive line. Y/n sighed, still anxious to share how we felt.
“I know that they hurt others, but if those voices were demons, then I can’t bring myself to kill them. I mean, if they're strangers and I haven’t talked to them then I’m sure I could, but still. They brought a comfort to me that even my own family couldn’t.”
Giyuu nodded, his suspicions were confirmed after what Y/n said. He needed to think of something to say that wouldn’t upset Y/n but make Y/n realize his thinking was dangerous. Giyuu felt something grab his hand, and gently rub it. Giyuu looked in Y/n’s direction, meeting e/c eyes full of softness.
“I understand that my view on demons may be harmful to me and maybe even deadly, but I have hope that no demon will hurt me.”
Giyuu’s eyes held seriousness. He didn’t want Y/n to die, not to something that he knows he can protect the boy from. It made sense in his mind why Y/n would think that way, but it still deeply worried him. Giyuu asked one last question, in hopes of at least bringing acknowledgment to the boy that sat in front of him.
“Do you know what killed your parents? Your family?”
Y/n shook his head, tears brimmed in his eyes. His family’s death was still a sensitive wound. Y/n’s breathing became shaky and Giyuu noticed. He grasped both s/c hands to try and sooth the boy.
“The possible cause of death is demons.”
Y/n’s eyes widened, but a wave of realization hit. It was strong and it scared Y/n. His thoughts were spiraling once more, no sign of breaking away from them. He started to hyperventilate once more. Giyuu hugged Y/n close, over the table like rock.
Giyuu hugged Y/n until the boy’s eyes were dry of tears. Once Y/n calmed down, his eyes fluttered shut due to drowsiness replacing the sadness. His sleepy head hit Giyuu’s shoulder, soft short breaths hit Giyuu’s cheek. Giyuu blushed, a soft pink gracing where Y/n’s breath hit.
Giyuu held Y/n up so that he could walk around the rock and pick up the boy. He carried Y/n bridal style, as quietly as he could. Y/n nuzzled into Giyuu’s chest, making Giyuu blush once more. He didn’t know why he felt so close to the boy or the urge to protect him having just met him.
Giyuu quietly brought the boy back to the room they shared, bringing the covers up ever so gently. Something in him wanted to kiss the boy’s forehead. He brushed Y/n’s h/c hair aside and gently planted a soft kiss on his forehead. Y/n softly smiled in his sleep after the kiss, and Giyuu softly smiled too.
Giyuu walked to his bed, the smile still on his face. His cheeks were warm, still flustered with Y/n’s presence. As Giyuu drifted off to sleep, he made a vow to himself. That vow was to protect Y/n at all costs, from both the demons that roam the earth and other’s that may want to harm the boy.
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A/n: It took so long to rewrite this, but I'm so happy with it! It's in my new writing style and it has so much more detail! I hope you enjoyed and I hope to update this book a lot more! Be on the lookout for a Tokyo revengers x male reader, a Jujutsu Kaisen x male reader, and a Helluva boss x male reader fic! I will also be trying to write up a chapter 1 or prologue for my sk8 the infinity fic as well.
Do not repost or translate without my explicit permission! Reblogs are welcome!
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🕸️Webs of terror🕷️
Across the spider verse x !mother-spider!reader
Summary: Miguel was delusional..he found you in ‘the wrong universe and timeline’ you were his wife but reincarnated as a demon, a spider demon. He’s not crazy..you were his wife and he won’t lose you again just like Gabriella and you in your past life! 1 Year later & you’re kept away in the spider society and a few more people started to fall for you..a little too much for your liking.
Warnings: yandere themes, Angst, manipulation, abuse, sexual assault, death, and much more..
(Y/n is based on mother spider demon from Demon Slayer)
‘ ‘Not all stories have happy endings..‘ ‘
{chapters: !Coming soon!
{Cast: Miguel O'Hara, Hobie Brown, Jessica Drew, Peter B Parker, Miles Morales, Gwen Stacy, Pavitr Prabhakar and (Y/N)
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#kimetsu no yaiba#g/t#demon slayer giant#demon slayer#giant/tiny#kimetsu no yaiba giant#demon slayer g/t#tiny#demon slayer reader
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I’m in love with a cry baby man
(But will write anyone from the anime)
#demon slayer#zenistu#tanjiro kamado#anime#reader insert blog#reader insert fics#reader insert#fanfiction#fanfiction blog#fanfic#reader insert fic#fan fiction#requests#open requests#spicy content#smut and fluff#demon slayer anime#demon slayer kimetsu no yaiba#demon slayer fic#demon slayer smut#demon slayer fluff#demon slayer kanao#demon slayer reader#demon slayer rengoku#demon slayer akaza#demon slayer mitsuri#demon slayer douma#demon slayer zenitsu#demon slayer inosuke#demon slayer muzan
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the dreaming and dancing [ to nature's song]
“Are you lost?”
“No, I’m looking for someone. A supposed god of the forest.”
“Oh, I think they’re talking about me…though I don’t think I’m a god.”
“So you’re a demon.”
“I don’t like eating human meat, that’s just disgusting for me.”
“…even so, I’m afraid I have to kill you.”
“…But I haven’t done anything…are you like that man?”
“I—“
“I didn’t hurt anyone, not a scar, a bruise, or a bite. Please don’t be like that other man—please please please! I promise Giyuu-San—”
“Wait—!”
Night had fallen and the Water Estate was silent, with only few that roamed around. Yuu was amongst them, to keep watch over as the others slept. She awaited Tomioka-Sama, the Water Hashira that let them stay in the estate even when they weren't of any use to the Corps. She is grateful for him, if he hadn’t, she would’ve been at the pleasure district…she wrinkled her nose at the thought.
The sound of footsteps interrupted her thoughts as she peered into the darkness to see a silhouette, “Tomioka-Sama!”
It was a surprise to see the man himself here since he rarely comes to the estate, only to check up on the water breathers who occupy it. The young alpha woman jogs up to him, checking for wounds. So far, none as his mismatched hoard is still intact, hair as long as ever tied into a ponytail, and pale skin clear from any scars. What changed, however, is the wooden bag he’s carrying on his back. It looked like branches had decided to create itself into a makeshift bag that loops under his arms and over his shoulders. The stoic beta didn’t seem uncomfortable though, still having that dead expression on his attractive face.
Tomioka-sama looks at her, “I’m sorry for disturbing you at this hour, but I must ask you to take care of them for the time. I have another mission elsewhere.”
Yuu raised a brow, “They?”
The water hashira hesitated before looking at the wooden bag, “You can come out now…”
Yuu had to keep herself from screaming as the wood retreated, slithering around and off his shoulders and shrinking, moving away for a child—a teenager!?—to come out of it. The moment they turned their eyes, Yuu’s guard was up.
A demon.
“Tomio—“
“I know that they’re a demon, but I can assure you that they won’t hurt you.”
The child looked at the alpha woman, the scent of milk coming from them let her know they were still a pup. They then looked at the water hashira, “Are you going to come back?”
“I will, just behave for me.”
“Okay,”
That’s how Yuu founds herself, along with the other water breathers in the estate right now, looking after a demon pup.
(Murata fainted).
_*_
You pulled yourself up to the counter where two demonslayers were cooking food, “Do you need any help?”
The one of them, a beta with dark eyes and brown hair, looked at you in surprise before he calmed himself. “Hmm, can you chop some of the vegetables over there?”
“Okay,” you got a knife and started chopping.
The omega beside him, long bright hair and green eyes, looked at you in concern. “Are you sure, they might be in their toddler phase right now?”
“Nah, they seem to be in their teenage phase if their knife work is to go by.”
And as the two of them watch as you expertly slice and chop the vegetables in a professional fashion, the omega stopped questioning. “All right, you have a point.”
_*_
“Giyuu-San, where are you going?”
Giyuu stopped before he turned to you, who held his haori in your toddler fingers. He knew that you were…not exactly a demon but had the abilities of one, but he was still paranoid of what the Corps would do if they found out about you. Still, you were the reason why he visited the Water Estate more often now. “I’m going on a mission, they said there was a demon spotted near a mountain village.”
“Can I come?” You asked.
Giyuu considered his option; on one hand, you could be seen by a demon slayer passing by; on another, you could help him get it done faster.
After weighing his options, he agreed.
Which is where he found himself with a young girl now turned into a demon and her protective brother. Perhaps before, he would’ve tried to behead the sister to release her from her suffering. But you and your mysterious ways had come out of your basket and stood in front of the girl, who snarled at you from his grasp. You had tilted your head before you muttered, “Nezuko.”
The name caught the demon girl’s attention.
The scent of berries and fire released from the girl who now presented as an Alpha. Her brother wafted of sunrise and honeysuckles, an omega like Giyuu himself.
You, who had presented to a beta since last year, let out calming pheromones. The gentle smell of sea salt, no doubt from him, was accompanied by thyme and rosemary, the freshest air of nature. No, you smelled like nature itself.
Once the alpha girl—Nezuko—calmed down enough, you turned to the omega brother to help him up, (“Stand up, Tanjiro.” “Thank you for sparing my sister.”). “Giyuu-san,” He turned at your call. “They can help defeat Muzan.”
And like many things, such as how you knew about Sabito, or his past, or who will become the next hashira, you knew something he didn’t. And like those other times, staring at your slit pupils that held so much and overwhelming knowledge, he trusted you.
After he made a muzzle for Nezuko, he sent the two siblings to his former teacher.
_*_
“Giyuu-San, can we visit your teacher? The Kamado siblings might be there already.”
“There’s no nee-“
“Mama, please.”
“…”
This is how he found himself seated with his old teacher, Urokodaki-sensei, while waiting for Tanjiro to come down from the mountain. Taking a sip, his eyes slid over to your form, who braided the sleeping Nezuko’s hair.
“How have you been?” His teacher’s question snapped him back to reality, scent of pine and bark shifting to concern.
How has he been? He thought back to the estate, where other Water breathers who lived there, to the other hashiras who more or less disliked him. Especially Shinazugawa and Obanai. He huffed out a sigh. It would’ve been monotonous and dead if it weren’t for your presence and your insistence to visit the Kamado siblings, who crawled into his heart and settled as one of his pups. His inner omega purred in delight at the scent of cubs.
“The usual,” he replied as footsteps sounded towards the hut and the door slid open. You turned from your braiding to smile at the newcomer, “Tanjiro-San, do you want to eat.”
The boy, tired and bruised, widened his eyes at the visitors. “Tomioka-San! And Dokusha-San! What are you doing here?”
“They wanted to visit you,”’ Giyuu replied.
“But mama, your inner omega was also missing them.”
He gave you a small glare, which you replied by snuggling to his side.
Tanjiro smiled, “Well, it’s nice of you to visit.”
The rest of the afternoon was spent talking and basking in each other’s company before nighttime.
_*_
You slid out of the Water estate during the night, while everyone was asleep. You knew to keep to the shadows before anyone could spot you. Especially demon slayers. Mama would be sad if they found you, then he would be back to his gloomy self. Mama seems happier now.
The trees sway as you climb from branch to branch, before ending up in a courtyard. Cherry blossom petals kiss the ground as you walk around. The moonlight casting shadows on you, eyes brightened with curiosity at the round shining rock in the sky.
A shuffle of feet caught your attention along with a gentle male voice and the scent of blooming hydrangeas. You looked at a sick man helped by his two children, the disease caught up to his eyes, hands, and legs. You looked in curiosity, walking towards them. The children tensed but the father remained calm.
You reached the start of the engawa, where he was a few centimeters from you. You reached out and touched his hand, feeling the texture of skin that was run by sickness. “Sick, you’re sick.” You then looked at his eyes that were white all over. “Ubayashiki Kagaya.”
“That is my name,” the man, Ubayashiki Kagaya, said.
“Ubayashiki-san, your family will be free from this curse.”
“How do you know that?”
You heard the slight excitement yet hesitations to believe you.
“Because there is a boy with his demon sister who will kill Muzan. Tanjiro nii-san knows the original breathing style.
“He also wears earrings that Muzan fears.”
_*_
Mama is in distress.
Tanjiro nii-San is in distress.
Nezuko is about to get hurt.
Nature intervened before the Wind Hashira could harm the demon in the box, branches extending and wrapping around the box before they went to you, letting you handle Nezuko. The surprise and shock displayed on the hashiras that weren’t your Mama gave you time to run towards Mama and Tanjiro, staying in the shadows that were there.
However, something pulled you out of the shadows before you could reach Mama.
“Hah! Looks like Tomioka held another demon!”
Your eyes meet lavender eyes that crazed with rage. Rage that made your skin crawl. Rage that reminded you of smoke. Rage that reminded you of hatred that you encountered once in your life before, that rage was accompanied with the smell of alcohol.
Throat clogged to let out a whimper, you struggled to get out of his grasp. “Let me go please, I didn’t hurt anyone!”
“It doesn’t matter if you hurt anyone or not, you’re still a demon.” A blade was raised at your neck, your hands that held the handles of Nezuko’s box tightened with fear.
“Don’t worry, you’ll be done with your suffering.”
You didn’t want to die. You didn’t do anything. You weren’t a demon. You didn’t eat anyone. You didn’t hurt anyone. You just wanted to be with nature. You just wanted Mama. You just wanted Tanjiro nii-San. You wanted Nezuko. You wanted help. Help. Help. Mama. Help. Helpmamahelpmamahelphelphelpmamamammamama
“MAMA!”
_*_
The growl that sounded was an equivalent of the rope snapping.
Many things happened at once.
Sanemi went flying, the demon child and the box were gone and were instead in the hands of Tomioka, and Tomioka was growling and snarling at them. His eyes were slit and his scent…
His scent.
The hashiras felt dread when they smelled the sea salt became an ocean and lilies became a field of them when they realized Tomioka was an omega.
An omega with pups.
Pups that they tried to harm.
As expectedly, things went to shit.
_*_
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𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐎 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐁𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩
— warnings: size kink, cervix fucking, belly bulge, creampie/breeding, throat fucking
𓆩♡𓆪 — Who tie your smaller frame to their bed, their body almost twice the size of yours as they stand over you, their eyes dark with lust at how vulnerable you look.
Who lower themselves onto you as they measure the length of their cock with your body, whistling lowly before looking you in your eyes with a sinister smirk.
“Shit baby, think you can take it?”
Who watch as your eyes widen with a quiver as you tugged at your restraints, only blinking up at them through your lashes with an incoherent mumble, your wet pussy clenching around nothing in anticipation.
No matter how many times you guys did this, you still never got used to how big they were. After all, they were practically a tower next to you, and their dick was nothing short of that size.
“Sorry sweetheart.” they laugh. “forgot you were gagged.”
𓆩♡𓆪 — Who make you watch with teary eyes as their cocks bulge visibly in your stomach. Only halfway in before you’re crying, whining about it being too much. You get so full. Your mewls loud and broken as you moan their name.
𓆩♡𓆪 — Whose cocks still grow when they’re hard, swelling within the warmth of your walls. Who beg for you to take it. Telling you how good you were doing and how happy it would make them if you take them all the way. Take them deep.
𓆩♡𓆪 — Who love when you make them bleed, sharp nails scratching down their backs as you try to adjust around them, tearfully wincing at the sting that came with it.
𓆩♡𓆪 — Who love to stuff their fingers down your throat while encouraging you to ride them, their hands on your waist as they guide you up and down just the beginning of their length.
𓆩♡𓆪 — Whose thick fingers fill you like a second dick, making you cry out loudly as they pushed against that spongy spot. Cooing at you and telling you to take it as their fingers harshly curl into you. Thrusting mercilessly until you’re squirting all over their hand with a scream.
𓆩♡𓆪 — Who fuck you in every position and against every wall or surface.
Their mouths on your clit and tongues lapping up the wetness between your folds with your legs spread on their shoulders, strong hands being the only thing holding you up.
Their feet planted into the floor as they bounced you on their cock. Folding you like a sex doll by holding your bent knees flush against your chest, roughly lifting you off and back onto their cock. Loud sobs filling the room as their mushroom shaped tip pierced painfully past your cervix, your moans high pitched as your cheeks stain with tears.
𓆩♡𓆪 — Who always have to be so careful with you, knowing they could easily break you even if they didn’t mean too.
𓆩♡𓆪 — Whose hands are twice the length and width of yours, easily pinning both your wrists above your head when during sex.
𓆩♡𓆪 — Whose big hands easily bruise your delicate skin, your neck always painted purple and blue from him accidentally choking you too hard. Who engulf you with their body in a tight hug to apologize, kissing your head and promising you that they didn’t mean to hurt you.
𓆩♡𓆪 — Who groan when you try to suck them off. Your plump lips stretched around their fiery red tip, slobbering down their thick length. Who get off to your struggle, cock twitching with a loud groan when you look up at them innocently. Trying (and failing) to take their cock all the way, your eyes welling with tears when it pushes to the back of your throat.
Who shoot their cum straight into your awaiting mouth. Watching you gag softly as the liquid forces itself down your throat, trickling down the sides of your lips when you smile up at them. Sticking out your tongue to show that you swallowed it all, their thumb running over your bottom lip before letting their spit fall into your awaiting mouth.
𓆩♡𓆪 — Who get so carried away by how snug your pussy feels around them. Unknowingly bullying their cocks deeper and deeper. Their brain so foggy that your loud choked cries don’t even register.
Who when riding them, accidentally force you to bottom down. Your salty tears clouding your vision as you sob out that you can’t take it— that they’re so deep and it hurts. That you can feel them fucking past your cervix. Who know that you’re only able to whimper and mewl when the pain turns pleasurable, groans sounding from the back of their throat as their eyes fixed on their tip’s imprint on your belly. Who continue to jerk themselves off with your tight pussy, voice deep and raspy as they praise you for taking it all.
𓆩♡𓆪 — Who love when you ask them to be rough with you. Toss you around and slap you when you talk back. Who slam their hips into you with no care, telling you to shut up and take it or they’d leave you empty instead. Who choke you while fucking into you, digging their fingers into your cheeks to shut up your constant cries, scoffing and spitting in your face when your tears begin to fall.
Who bruise your pussy and your neck for days to come, purple and red littering your skin from you being used as nothing but a flesh light. Eventually passing out as orgasm after orgasm was forced from your swollen, aching and sensitive cunt.
𓆩♡𓆪 — Who make sure to check up on you afterwards, not letting you sit or walk on your own because they know how sore they left you. Happy when you keep reassuring them that you wanted it, like the fact that they were so rough.
𓆩♡𓆪 — Who smirk at the jealous looks you get when he walks hand in hand with you in public, people whispering to each other about the extreme height difference.
𓆩♡𓆪 — Who love when you wear their clothes, snuggling into the softness of his hoodies that swallow you whole. The pieces of fabric being sizes too large on your body.
𓆩♡𓆪 — Who love when you melt into their lap, muscular arms around your waist as they kiss down your neck softly. Whispering words of praises into your ear with his hot breath fanning against your skin.
“God i love you so much.” they smile, “My pretty little baby.”
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TW: yandere, classism, degradation, possessiveness, obsessiveness, blackmail
gn reader - feminine clothing (jewelry: earrings, necklace)
Thinking about your rich boyfriend…
Rich boyfriend – who buys you clothes and jewelry every time you have a date, even when you tell him you feel bad receiving them all – that you have nowhere to wear such nice things – that a simple date is really more than enough.
Rich boyfriend – who ignores you with a smile and shake of his head, asking you how you expect him to stop when you’re just the absolute cutest? Looking at him with those moon-big eyes, humble crinkle between your brows, and your lip tucked nervously between your teeth to keep from gawking.
Rich boyfriend – who orders for you at all the restaurants he takes you to because he knows you’ve never been anywhere like it. Looking so adorably lost in your seat, flushed when staring at the menu written in a language you can’t read – knowing even if you could, you still wouldn't know what any of it meant. You’re so, so, so precious – eyes peeled like you’re a pet who’s just been allowed at the table for the first time.
Rich boyfriend – who plays four instruments, speaks five languages, went to an Ivy League institution, and will inherit his entire family’s business being the spoiled only child that he is.
Rich boyfriend – who just loves the messy household you grew up in – loves how you and your siblings interact with each other, looking like a bundle of pups all crammed in the same cage at a pet store – how your childhood bedroom is the size of his closet – filled with all sorts of trinkets you’ve kept growing up – stuff that would usually wind up in the trash at his house – polaroids of you as a teenager, past boyfriends in kissing booths, prom pictures, concert tickets, and old rusty friendship lockets.
It’s all so… He scoffs. The word for it escapes him.
Suppose he doesn’t quite recognize the pricelessness of sentimental value as opposed to something actually sellable – but he finds it cute that you do.
Though, it bothers him to some degree as well… that you would value an old pair of earrings gifted you by your grandmother instead of the actual antique diamond pair he’d procured for you. After all, one was a real historic piece worth a fortune a Russian duchess had snuck into England during the war, and the other was old junk made by a noname jeweler.
Rich boyfriend – who chokes on his spit when you sit him down and tell him you want to break up – who thinks he’s misheard – that you’re joking, playing some uncultured game he’s never been exposed to, some ill-taste past-time only poor people do to escape their bitter reality.
But you’re not joking…
You’re breaking up with him…You.. You… broke trash of worker-class scum… you’re breaking up with him?
You give him back all his gifts in a cardboard box – telling him you’re grateful but that you truly don’t have any use for such things – that you think your worlds are too different to coincide.
Of course, you refrain from telling him you think he’s a classist snob. You have a feeling it would have gone completely over his head if you’d tried anyway, so there really was no point to it.
Rich ex-boyfriend – who’s never been told no in his entire life…
Rich ex-boyfriend – who buys your street and plans on scrapping it to make brand new mansions in a project he dubs “cleaning up the slums” – evicting and putting you and your entire family out of the home you’d spent your entire life growing up in.
Rich ex-boyfriend – who thinks you’re crawling back to him when you schedule an appointment at his office – who thinks you’re going to come in with bleary wet eyes and grovel like the lowly peasant you are – let him save you from poverty and homelessness, make you his charity case – his pretty diamond in the rough who’s never quite able to wash all the coal off.
Rich ex-boyfriend – who trashes that same office when you leave after having given him the address to the pawnshop you sold the one pearl necklace you’d kept as a token of your relationship – telling him he should feel free to go down there and get it back – that you’re using the money to buy a better house and you just wanted to come and thank him for that.
Of course, you wanted to slap him too – spit on his tie or maybe just take a piss on his desk – but you left it at that.
Rich ex-boyfriend – whose next move is to buy your family business, who hires a private eye to dig up dirt on you and all your family, burying you in fines from age-old petty crimes, gets you kicked from your scholarship.
Rich ex-boyfriend – who goes to that pawnshop and reports the pearl necklace as a stolen item and has the police arrest you. Spinning a story about how he thought you were this humble sweet thing, only for you to rob him behind his back.
Rich ex-boyfriend – who comes to visit you in the custody suite where you sit cooped up with all the other wretched mutts on the cold concrete floors – scolding you for making him come down to a dirty police precinct, for having him breathe the same air as all the lowlives held up there.
Rich ex-boyfriend – who tells you he’ll make it all go away.
He’ll drop the charges, let your family keep their house – or buy them an even better one, whichever you prefer – he’ll even promote your family business and pay for all your siblings' education – he’ll give you everything.
Anything you want, it’s yours.
But he owns you.
BNHA – Bakugou, Shoto, Dabi, Hawks, Overhaul
JJK – Sukuna, Gojo, Naoya
HQ – Oikawa, Sakusa, Miya twins
BLLK – Reo, Rin
HxH – Illumi
#yandere x reader#yandere#yandere x you#yandere imagines#yandere smut#yancore#jujutsu kaisen smut#jujustu kaisen#jujutsu kaisen#yandere jujutsu kaisen#yandere jjk#jjk smut#bnha smut#yandere bnha#mha smut#my hero smut#yandere demon slayer#yandere aot#yandere bllk#yandere blue lock#yandere attack on titan#yandere kimetsu no yaiba#yandere my hero academia#yandere boku no hero academia
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Thinking about...
Big strong submissive men who manhandles you effortlessly and pounds you so rough and mercilessly because they think they can't fuck you good enough so they end up going overboard with it, picking you up from the bed with big strong arms and placing you right on their cock while gripping onto the fat of your ass, rutting his hips up into you fast and recklessly while whimpering and breathing heavily beneath you. His fat cock stretching your tight pussy walls around him as he's stabbing every inch of his cock deeper and deeper inside of your tight little cunny.
"Ngh- uhh fuckk mommy a-am I doing a good job??, am I making you fe-feel good??" he cries out, voice cracking as he's whimpering below you, not knowing that your pretty much fucked too dumb and good to even give him a response. But Aww it's not his fault, he just wants to make his mommy feel good and praise him, that's all :(((.
Yuuta, Armin, Toge, Choso, Zenitsu, Yuuji, Kirishima.
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❦ GIYUU X PREGNANT!READER
cw: none, this is fluff, fem!reader
"you have a wife?!" sanemi yelled.
"you’re lying." obanai mumbled. "that’s sad."
"tomioka, how sweet!" mitsuri called.
giyuu’s eyes narrowed at rengoku, the bright man just smiled innocently.
"i had no idea they didn’t know," he sheepishly said.
as soon as giyuu got back from his mission, the flame hashira informed him that his wife was in the butterfly mansion. something had happened, and she needed to be taken to shinobu. unfortunately, rengoku wasn’t known for being quite—blasted eardrums will do that to a person—so the other hashira in the perimeter got to hear (for the first time) that not only was giyuu NOT single, he was MARRIED.
they ended up following him through the halls, pestering him with questions until they reached the room you stayed in. your husband ignored them like usual, the only thing on his mind being your well being.
his nerves were calmed, however, immediately upon seeing you laying in bed, a smile on your face as you chatted with shinobu.
"how are you feeling?" giyuu’s tone was soft as he blocked you from the prying eyes of the other hashira in the doorway. he made his way towards your side.
"tired." you smiled at him, letting your husband hold your hand and run his thumb over your fingers. "shinobu said it was a false contraction."
"it was caused by stress," your friend’s calming voice said. "makes sense, tomioka, anyone married to you would be on edge."
your husband just grumbled at his friend as you giggled. he then helped you sit up in bed, the blankets falling off to reveal your pregnant stomach to the small audience watching.
"you had sex?!" sanemi screamed.
oblivious to the small mass of people staring at you, sanemi’s outburst startled you, causing you to grab onto your husband’s haori. he instinctively pulled you close, his soft look switching to a death glare towards the doorway.
"hush!" giyuu seethed at him, finally giving attention to the posse. "she’s nine months pregnant; shut up."
although listening and lowering his voice, sanemi didn’t let his question go unanswered. "you’re not a virgin?"
"go away," giyuu deadpanned. "all of you, go away. now."
"it’s okay, darling," you tried to soothe him. "maybe you should introduce me to your friends."
you felt him tense up at that. he didn’t let go of your hand, and he only moved half a step away from you (half of them still couldn’t see you), and he spoke with a monotone voice. "this is my wife, y/n. she’s pregnant with our first child."
the was no verbal reaction from the onlookers, just looks of disbelief from the four of them. it felt like you were an animal in the zoo with the way they were all staring dumbfounded at you.
it took a couple minutes for shinobu and rengoku to get the others out, leaving you and giyuu alone in the room. as soon as the door closed, your husband grabbed your face and peppered kisses all over it, causing you to giggle. he took a seat on the edge of the bed to be closer to you.
"i’m so sorry," he said, kissing your lips. "i’m sorry i wasn’t here."
"it’s okay, baby." you let your head rest on his shoulder. "i’m just glad i didn’t give birth."
"i would never forgive myself if i was gone for that." giyuu’s hand ran up and down your back comfortingly.
you sigh in relief, turning your head to place a kiss on his neck.
"well now that you’re here, let’s get this baby out of me."
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Nyctophillia | Demon slayer x Male reader
The description is down below. This is also on my Wattpad and Quotev! Enjoy!
Description: Nyctophilia | You are Here
More about you: More about you
Chapter 1: Left in Darkness, my only love
A Demon slayer x male reader
Nyctophilia: love of darkness or night; finding relaxation or comfort in the darkness
The forest is a dark, alluring place. Most seem to fear it, but Y/n found a great comfort in it. Not just in the forest, but everywhere where light never touched. Losing his family, Y/n found the darkness calling to him, making it his new home. But creatures lurk where no light shines.
Warning: Music and art isn't mine, I do not own demon slayer but I do own this story. Talks of semi heavy depicted gore, death, and more
Do not repost or translate without my explicit permission! Reblogs are welcome!
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Should I make a !motherspider!reader with spider verse but make it fucked up..?
Like yandere with a not so happy ending? Cuz mother spider needs more fucking love 😭
With this song? Or this?
Me whenever I think about this beautiful demon:
#Spotify#demon slayer#kimitsu no yaiba#spiderverse spoilers#spider man: across the spider verse#demon slayer reader#august#across the spiderverse#mother spider demon
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— my protector
Tengen needs your help in trying to locate his wives on a mission, and Sanemi is furious.
Get me a man who’s only soft for us, stat😫😭
Pairing: Shinazugawa Sanemi x f!reader.
Warnings: 18+, established relationship, reader is a fellow hashira, jealous Sanemi (for literally no reason), possessiveness, rough sex, slight degradation, fingering, multiple orgasms, breeding, creampie.
Word Count: 4.2k.
All Sanemi could see was red, fiery red as he roamed the halls of the Butterfly Mansion, ignoring the pain in his right arm from the wound Aoi had just patched up moments earlier.
“Shinobu will kill you if she finds you drawing your sword in here!” Aoi called after him, but Sanemi could care less as his eyes sought out the Sound Pillar.
He had just returned from a three-week-long mission to find out that Uzui had enlisted you for help on one of his missions. Practically offering you up as bait to try and find his wives who had gone missing, like that was even your problem. And Sanemi knew you were always so eager and willing to help, it was something he loved and loathed about you at the same time.
The rage continued building inside him as he pulled open another sliding door aggressively, the wood gliding back from the force as he skimmed another empty room before continuing further through the mansion.
“Listen to me, Shinazugawa.” Aoi huffed, followed after him as one of the only people inside the mansion who weren’t scared of the white-haired man, “I told you Shinobu won’t be pleased to find out you’re breaking all her doors.”
“Fuck her,” Sanemi rolled his eyes, “Where’s Uzui?”
“If you would’ve actually stopped for five minutes to let me explain, instead of being such a jerk,” Aoi crossed her arms over her chest with a huff, “He left with her a few hours ago. Said it couldn’t wait much longer, that his wives may be in danger—”
“How the fuck is that her problem?” Sanemi growled, “So he isn't here?”
“No, but I would advise you don't follow him. Your wounds—”
Sanemi ignored Aoi, already halfway down the hall as he marched towards the entrance, determined to find you on his own. It was when he stepped into the courtyard that he saw Uzui coming in by the front gate with a wide smile on his face.
“Ah, my crow told me you were back!” Uzui made to step towards him to finish the conversation, but Sanemi’s sword was already drawn as he stepped towards the larger man, “Perfect timing, my friend!”
“You fucking left her there?” Sanemi barked, “Why are you back here?”
“I came to get you at the request of your lady love,” Uzui grinned as Sanemi curled his lip in irritation at the pet name, “She made me promise to tell you as soon as you got back from your mission because she wouldn’t be around. And I thought you'd prefer a personal greeting.”
“Why the fuck are you sending her on your missions anyway,” Sanemi continued, ignoring Uzui's grin, “And leaving her there!”
“It hasn’t even been twelve hours,” Uzui shrugged, standing in place even as Sanemi stepped towards him.
“That’s already twelve hours too damn long, you prick.” Sanemi drew his sword as he made to lunge towards his fellow hashira.
“She’s probably safer there than she’d ever be out in the field,” Uzui dodged a blow with the hilt of his sword, the guard barely protecting his hands as he used his body weight to push the Wind Pillar back.
“Probably?” Sanemi roared, “She’s probably got sick fucks like you all over her right now.”
“Oh,” Uzui’s lips curled into a cocky smirk at the admission, standing upright as he pushed some fallen hair away from his eyes, “So that’s it— you’re jealous.”
“I ain’t jealous, you fuckwad.” Sanemi grunted as he attempted another slash towards Uzui, knowing it was serious when the wind user hadn’t even bothered to use his power.
“Sure seems like it,” Uzui scoffed, taking another step back to avoid his attack, “Nothing is stopping you from visiting her, you know. She’s only a few towns across and I'm here to take you right to her.”
“Oh, you’re taking me to her,” Sanemi spat, “Right fucking now.”
“Someone is asking for me?” You raised a brow suspiciously at the implication. Wondering if this meant the demons had realised that you were in fact a slayer intent on taking their head. Your stomach swirled in trepidation as you tried not to show any fear, smiling at the young girl by the door as you bowed your head.
“Yeah, and frankly I’m glad,” She clung to the belt of her kimono, “He looks scary!”
“I definitely don’t want to spend the night with him,” Another girl grimaced, “I don’t think I’d make it out alive.”
You frowned, worried that you wouldn’t have time to access your katana to holster it beneath your kimono. Instead, all you had was the small dagger strapped against your thigh, which you were certain wouldn’t be enough to protect you from the attack of a demon. But at least it was better than nothing, knowing he wouldn’t attack until you were at least secure back inside this room as you bowed your head. Following her down the stairs to the entrance of the establishment, feeling a cool breeze tickle your ankles from the open door and curtain flowing in the wind.
Your heart stilled when you noticed the familiar man standing by the entrance, glaring at anyone who dared look his way as you felt your chest swell with familiarity. You hadn’t expected to see him here this night, and you certainly hadn’t expected him to be asking after you.
“Is this the girl you were asking after, my Lord?”
“Yes,” He grunted as the Madame motioned him to step forward and follow you back to your room.
You had to stop yourself jumping him in the foyer, wanting nothing more than to wrap your arms around him and cling to his broad shoulders.
Feeling the heat practically radiating from his body as you slid open the sliding door to your room, stepping to the side to allow Sanemi to follow before sliding it shut. And in an instant, his rough hands were grabbing hold of the fat at your hips to pull your body against his, your lips meeting in a bruising kiss.
Your hands reached up to thread through his messy hair as the scent of the woods mixed with his natural sweat invaded your senses. He clearly hadn’t bothered to bathe when he returned from his mission, far more concerned with finding you.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” He spoke against your lips when you finally pulled away for air, still holding onto you as your nails dragged against his scalp, “I had to come home to find out you’re helping Uzui?”
“Tengen needed my help,” You murmured, and Sanemi’s nose scrunched in irritation at the use of the Sound Pillars' first name.
“Tengen,” He mocked the pitch of your voice, “Has three fucking wives that can help him, I only have one.”
“Technically,” You parroted his tone, giving him a cocky smirk as you felt his fingers press into the skin at your hips, “I’m not even your wife.”
“You’re as good as,” Sanemi scoffed as he stole another kiss, “And Uzui would do well to remember it.”
“His wives are missing,” You mumbled sadly.
“So does that mean he’s looking for a fourth?” Sanemi frowned at you as you couldn’t help but smile and shake your head at his jealousy.
“No,” You lowered your voice to a whisper, “He hasn’t heard from them for a few days, the letters have stopped coming— and he thinks something bad may have happened to them.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Sanemi couldn’t lie that it had hurt to find out from someone else that you wouldn’t be there upon his return, whether it was jealousy or the fear of losing you he was unsure. But either way, it left him with that familiar sense of dread that pooled in the pit of his stomach and threatened to boil over.
“I’m sorry, but there wasn’t much time,” You did wish you’d sent your crow to warn him, but Uzui had promised you that he would let Sanemi know. Especially since you were doing this for the sake of his wives, “He needed my help, so I offered.”
“You’re far too nice.” Sanemi shook his head, using his grip on your hips to pull you into another sultry kiss.
“I thought that’s why you loved me.” You teased.
“No,” Sanemi scoffed, “I love you for your perfect ass,” He spanked your cheek for emphasis, “Everything else is either a bonus or a crux on my life.”
“You pig.” You scrunched your nose as Sanemi couldn’t stop himself from stealing another kiss.
“I’m kidding, sweetheart,” Sanemi’s eyes softened as he reached up to cup your face in a calloused palm. His thumb stroking gentle circles against your cheek as you leaned into his touch, “But you really should stop putting yourself in harm's way.”
“I’m a hashira,” You replied simply, “It’s what we do to protect others.”
“Protecting others doesn’t mean becoming a whore.” He spat, although you knew there was no malice there. The harsh tone covered up the fear and dread he felt in your gut at the prospect of something happening to you.
“And yet here you are, at the whorehouse requesting me by name.” You smiled back, relishing in the pink hue that dusted his pale cheeks.
“I just don’t want to lose you,” His tone sobered, resting his forehead against your own as he stared down into your eyes, “What a pitiful existence it would be.”
“You won’t lose me, Sanemi.” You wrapped your arms around his waist to pull his body against you, feeling his semi-hard cock press against your hip. The time without you made even more conspicuous when he's now surrounded by the comforting scent of you again.
“Did anyone touch you?” He immediately pulled back, concern evident in his features as he looked you over.
“No, I’ve been fine,” You shook your head, “They’ve mainly had me sitting down for tea with travellers passing through.”
“Good,” He pressed a kiss against your forehead in relief as he exhaled softly, “You have no idea how much I missed you, sweet girl.”
He peppered kisses along the curve of your jaw as you tilted your head back to give him more room. Your hands smoothed along his collarbones before dipping lower to trace patterns against the marred skin that scarred his chest, pressing your fingers into the ridges as you felt the tacky sweat clinging to his skin.
“I missed you too,” You whimpered gently as his teeth found your pulse point, biting down on the sensitive skin as his tongue lashed against it.
Sanemi bullied his muscular thigh between your parted legs to keep you steady against the wall as he shamelessly fiddled with the belt of your kimono. Letting the fabric fall open as he drank in the sight of your bare skin beneath, his firm hands immediately paw at your bare sides. Noticing the small dagger that you had holstered against one of your thighs as he ran his fingers over the handle of it in satisfaction.
“That’s my girl.” He murmurs, “Not planning to use that on me are you?”
He teased, pushing it back into the holster as he moved his hands back up the curve of your hips towards your chest. Truth be told, he was relieved that you had some form of protection in here. Especially when there was the chance that a demon was responsible for the spate of missing persons in the area.
“It depends if you’re nice to me or not,” You mused.
“I’m always nice.” The words coming from Sanemi’s lips alone were enough to have a melodic laugh rumbling in your chest, as for most, Sanemi and nice were complete contradictions.
“Liar,” Throwing your head back in a pretty laugh that had Sanemi’s heart rattling against his rib cage.
“I mean, I’m always nice to you, aren’t I?” Sanemi’s thumbs stroked the underside of your breasts as he delighted in the way your body responded to him, curving your back towards him as your bare cunt pressed against the flat of his thigh.
“We shouldn’t,” You murmured, “Not here—”
“Let me have this, sweetheart,” He hummed, leaning down to capture one of your pebbled nipples between his lips as he sucked hard, “I am a paying customer, after all.”
In fact, he was going to get that money from Uzui for his pure subordination.
“Why pay for something you can get for free at home?” You teased as he afforded your other breast the same attention, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin as you let out another airy moan.
“My girl wasn’t there when I arrived home, and I had heard the girls here were beautiful,” He played along, “Apparently there’s one with the best fuckin’ pussy.”
“Oh yeah?” You gasped as you felt his fingers press against the indents of your thighs, dangerously close to your labia as you bucked against his leg. Giving your clit some slight relief as Sanemi continued forward, his thumb brushing through the wet slick that coated your folds as it drooled out of your neglected hole.
“Yeah,” He repeated, pulling away from your breast with a pop as he found your clit. Pressing sloppy circles against it with the calloused pad of his thumb as he watched you shamelessly grind yourself into his touch, “Apparently she’s already fucked into the shape of another guy though.”
“Must be a lucky guy,” Your eyes rolled back, knocking your head against the wall when you felt two of his thick digits slip inside your tight hole with ease. Scissoring them to loosen you up as he pulled back to watch you inquisitively through half-lidded eyes.
“The fuckin’ luckiest.” Sanemi grinned as he felt your walls throb around his fingers. He deliberately curled them towards the spongy spot inside you that he knew would have you seeing stars as he began to focus each roll of his wrist against it.
His name continued to spill from your lips as he kept his movements poised and focused, his rough thumb kneading circles against your clit as he worked you towards your release. No one knew your body better than he did, and he knew after being pent up for so long how little effort it would take to have you dangling on the edge of your release.
“Fuck, Sanemi.” You moaned, already feeling yourself dangerously close to falling, “I’m gonna cum.”
“Then cum.” He spoke as though it was the most obvious thing in the world, and his blase tone immediately had your cunt clenching around him as you swan dived directly into your bliss. The pleasure surged through your body hard and fast as you came undone, his darkened eyes focused on your movements a he kept his fingers pressed against that same velvety spot. Following the wave of your hips as you rode out your release, unrelenting against the sensitive area as he already had you hurtling towards a second.
It was too much, and not enough at the same time. Your pliant walls throbbed around his slick digits as you wished for something more, something bigger.
“‘Nemi, fuck me please.” You whined pitifully.
“Such a filthy mouth on such a pretty girl,” He teased, but he pulled his fingers away from your sopping heat, lifting them up to the light to spread them as you noticed the silvery webs of your release clinging to them as he pushed them between your lips to taste yourself.
You tried to speak, but the pads of his fingers against your tongue muffled the words as you cleaned them off. His lips curled into a satisfied smile as he pulled them out of your mouth, dragging your glossy bottom lip down in the process as both hands immediately reached for his belt.
“When we get home I am fucking you like you deserve.” Sanemi spoke coolly, “Not some quick fuck in a whorehouse.”
“I deserve everything you give me, 'Nemi.” You smile up at him lazily before watching him tug his pants down, revealing his fat cock to your prying gaze.
You immediately reached for it, and he let you. Hissing when your smaller palm wrapped around the girth of him, giving him a teasing jerk that had his nostrils flaring and his jaw locking. Your thumb swipes over the swollen tip to gather the pearl of pre before smoothing it down his length, delighting in the choked grunt that rumbled at the back of his throat.
“Is that so?” He continued, “So bending you over the moment I get you home will be deserved,” His voice darkened, his own palm joining yours against his length as he tightened your grip on his cock, holding your hand steady as he fucked himself into your fist, “You tease.”
���Fuck,” Your cunt throbbed around nothing at his suggestion, as you instinctively spread your legs further apart, “Please, 'Nemi.”
Sanemi curled a palm beneath your thigh to hoist it up against his hip, spreading you open for him as you guided the leaky tip of his cock between you. Stroking it against your drenched folds as you coated him with your essence, moaning when the swollen tip nudged your puffy clit. Feeling yourself growing more impatient as Sanemi pulled his hips back to tease you, pushing your hand away from his cock as he wrapped himself in a fist. Pressing the head against your tight entrance as he felt your hole tremble against him, trying desperately to coax him in as he indulged himself with your reaction.
“‘Nemi, don’t be an asshole,” You pouted as you tried to can’t your hips forward, feeling the tip breach your entrance before he was quick to move his hips back. More than content with teasing you, despite being in such an open, compromising place.
“If I were an asshole I’d leave you unsatisfied like this to search for the demon myself,” He goaded, pressing his hips forward once more.
“Sanemi,” You whined in irritation, “Don’t tease me, please, it’s been too long.”
He didn’t give you a moment to think before he was bullying his cock inside your tight cunt. Your inner walls stretched to accommodate his girth as he moulded you to the shape of him once more, reminding you of exactly who you belonged to. The sensation stole the air from your lungs as you could do little but cling to his broad shoulders as he afforded you a moment to adjust to his size, dragging himself from your velvety walls before canting his hips forward again. Setting a languid motion as he slowly rolled his hips against you.
“Sanemi,” You sighed in satisfaction as you felt whole once more. Too many lonely nights were spent dreaming of this as you felt him finally bottom out, the coarse hairs at the base tickling your clit as you bit down on your bottom lip.
“We’re in a whorehouse,” He mused, still sluggishly rolling his hips into you, “It only seems right that I treat you like one.”
Your cunt clenched around his cock hard at the notion, something that didn’t go unnoticed by Sanemi who grinned in satisfaction. His fingers tighten their grip around your thigh as he takes this as his answer.
Sanemi is brutal as he fucks into you, not sparing you a moment's peace as he uses you for his own gratification. The sound of skin against skin echos the small room as his balls slap against the curve of your ass with each forward cant of his hips. The ferocity of his thrusts has your breasts bouncing and your thighs crying out for some relief as you struggle to stand upright, thankful that Sanemi’s strong body has you pinned against the wall as he fucks into you.
“Oh my god,” You cry out, nails digging into his skin as he maintains his pace. His other hand squeezes at the fat of your ass as he angles his hips, the curve of his cock drags against the spot inside you that he knows will have you seeing stars as the blunt tip kneads your cervix.
“Look at me.” Sanemi growls, his warm breath fanning your face as he keeps a consistent pace.
Your eyes meet his and you’re certain you’ll cum under the intensity of his gaze alone, your cunt clenches in retaliation as he continues to thrust into your sopping hole. Each sultry moan he pulls from deep in your chest has him rolling his hips with more vigour, eager to have you repeat them as he works you towards your climax.
It’s pitiful really, how easily he has you submitting to him as you already feel the telltale signs of your climax ebbing in your pelvis. The pressure builds up as it nears breaking point as Sanemi pushes into you with more ferocity, using your body for his own means as he works himself to his own release.
“I’m going to leave you pumped full of my seed,” He growls against your cheek, his chest heaving as he feels his balls begin to tighten, “Leave it drooling down your thighs when I’m finished with you. So that everyone knows who you belong to—”
You knew this was a direct attack on Uzui, and the fact that he’d handpicked you for his assistance on this mission. Even though there was nothing in it beyond securing the safety of his wives, it had Sanemi oozing with jealousy and he was intent on reminding the Sound Pillar that you were not his plaything.
“Do you also need a reminder of who you belong to, sweetheart?” Sanemi spoke lowly as he fucked into your pliant walls, slipping a hand between your connected bodies to press sloppy circles to your clit.
“No, ‘Nemi—” That familiar sensation throbbed between your thighs as you teetered on the cusp of your climax.
“No? Then who do you belong to?”
“You, ‘Nemi. You—” You choked out, leaving messy red lines against his chest now as he pressed harder against your clit.
“Louder.”
“You, ‘Nemi! It’s always been you!” You cry out, certain that the rest of the floor could hear you as you began to gush around his cock. Your hips bucked wildly as he pinned you in place, keeping his thumb firm against your clit as he watched you ride out your climax. Indulging in the debauched noises that escaped from between your pretty, bruised lips.
“Good girl,” He snarled before moving his hand from your clit to resume a damn near savage pace. Rutting hips against your own messily, working himself towards his own end as he felt the way your walls continued clenching around him in the aftershocks of your climax, “Such a good girl for me.”
He arched his back so he could look down at where your bodies were connected, watching the way his thick cock disappeared inside your velvety walls. And the creamy ring of slick that you’d left around the base of him, the silvery lines matting into his pubes as he felt his balls begin to seize. Certain he wouldn’t be able to last much longer before giving a few more sloppy thrusts and emptying his balls into your warm, wet cunt.
Sanemi stayed buried inside you, feeling the last spurts of his orgasm surge through him as he coated your walls in thick, white spunk. Cherishing the final few flutters of your walls around him as you both came down from your highs, peppering kisses against your face as you placed a palm against his chest to feel his racing heart, the dull thump of it soothing you as you felt your thick lashes begin to flutter.
“Don’t fall asleep, sweetheart.” Sanemi rasped, starting to pull himself out of your spent cunt as you whined in objection. Trying to tighten your thigh around him to keep his hips in position as he grinned down at you; pressing an apologetic kiss to the side of your lips before looking down to see the mess of your combined release stringing against his length as the silvery lines split apart, “I’m sorry, I’ve gotta.”
You knew he had to go, Uzui was probably still waiting for him on a rooftop somewhere. Hopeful that you’d have some news to share with Sanemi about the whereabouts of his wives, but you felt the regret begin to pool in the pit of your stomach as reality settled back in.
“If you want to leave with me, I’ll take you right now,” He said as though it was the most simple thing in the world, “But if you want to stay in I’ll be watching.”
You didn’t have to tell him your answer, he already knew. Placing a final, lingering kiss on your lips as he held you in his arms, “Nothing will ever happen to you as long as I’m around.”
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