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strawberry-lemonade-kisses · 11 months

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Warnings - FINAL ARC SPOILERS, Character death, grieving, blood, depression, very little comfort, FEM! Pronouns, reader is called wife

You knew the day would come eventually. Demon slayers never lived forever, no matter how strong or fast they made themselves. You knew that there was a high chance your husband wouldn’t make it out of the fight. As you sat next to him, gripping his hand for life as the battle plan was laid out for everyone. Kagaya explained his idea to you and the residents at the table. Two retired hashira, The entire Ubuyashiki family, Your husband, and you. Everyone was silent, listening intently as Kagaya spoke. “It will not be easy, but I know we are the generation that ends it, our team right now as the demon slayer corps will be the ones to end the demons.” You watched Amanes firm gaze as she looked around the table. Shinjuro Rengoku was the first to speak up, he had active participation with the corps since the passing of the late flame hashira, his son. “We will protect them, no matter what.” Tengen nodded in affirmation, silent as he gazed back at the master's unsteady gaze. Your husband was unusually quiet next to you, not even a sniffle was heard from him. “Gyomei. You are the only current hashira whom I am trusting with this plan. You are the strongest we have. Your will has always been unbreakable, use it to your advantage.” As he was addressed directly he finally shifted, The hands that engulfed yours squeezing a bit tighter before releasing, falling back into his lap. “Y/n, We asked you along for this meeting because we have a favor to ask. The children are still young, and this will be very hard for them and for you as well. This is war and we don’t know what loss will take place during it. Will you stay with them? Shinjuro and Tengen will be right outside the room but we ask that you stay with Kiriya, Kanata, and Kuina during all of this for support. Kagaya and I figured it would be easier than sitting at home worrying yourself sick.” You looked up at your husband who continued to stare straight ahead. “Yes, I can do that. They will need all the help they can get.” Amane nodded looking over at her husband. “There will be more individual meetings while we figure out schematics, please remain diligent in your work. Thank you again, all of you” Kagaya dismissed everyone before retreating back to his quarters alongside his family.

The plan was hard to digest, knowing that the war would start with such a huge loss for the corps. But it was smart, all of them would fight their hardest knowing the Ubuyashiki family was a casualty. Gyomeie chose not to discuss it much, continuing to work his hardest and prepare for the looming battle only he knew was closer than expected.

When the night finally came, the explosion shaking the ground you stood on the two of you didn’t hesitate, departing from each other with a flurry of kisses and mumbled love before separating, promises to return not heard. You tried your best to stay strong, supporting the children the best you could throughout the night, praying to Buddha as each slayer was announced dead. Friends, those who you considered family members all being announced dead as the night continued. It wasn’t until upper moon 1 was defeated that you had to step back, the announcement you had begged anyone who would listen to prevent. “Genya Shinazugawa and Muichiro Tokito have died in the fight against upper moon 1” The world shook under the weight of the words as they came out of Kiriyas mouth, your knees quaking as you tried to keep yourself upright, standing just behind the eldest Ubuyashiki child. The tears fell silently, the red beads Gyomei thrust into your palms before departing were sweating under the heat of your grip. Not my sons. The words ran through your head like a mantra, the rest of the battle falling on deaf ears as you cried, biting your lips to stifle the sobs you could feel itching your throat.

“Y/N? Can me and Mui join the others bathing in the river?” You didn’t look up from the fish grilling in front of you. “Dinner will be done really soon, sweetheart. Can you wash up here? You can sleep with everyone else tonight if that’s better?” A plate entered your peripheral, being held up for you to use. “Thank you” “You know. You remind me a lot of my mom.” “oh yeah? Did she deal with a lot of rowdy brats too?” Genya laughed as he grabbed the plate of steaming fish before swapping it with an empty plate for more. “She did! And she did a good job! She was quiet like you but when she got upset she was a whirlwind. She kept us all straight, she did a lot for us. Sacrificed a lot. You do too.” You looked away from the sizzling meal at those words. Genya had a sheepish smile, always unsure of himself when he spoke earnestly. He was a brash boy, never shy when he didn’t mean the words coming out of his mouth, but when he meant it, he was a whole different person. “It means a lot to hear you say those things Genya. I wouldn’t ask for a kid different than you. If me and Gyomei have the chance to have our own children, I would love for them to be as wonderful of a person as you. You’ve grown a lot from the scared boy I first met. Your kindness knows no bounds and your forgiving and gentle nature always shines. I can’t wait to see the man you become” You patted his cheek before turning back to the food. “Thanks, Y/N,” he paused, taking a step back “I’ll go set the table and go get Muichiro” “Alright sweetheart, don’t forget to wash up a bit!”

It was less than 24 hours ago, probably even less than 12 hours ago you were hoping for a future you could watch them grow. You had been raising Genya since he was so much smaller, still grieving the loss of his family and the abandonment of his brother. They were still so young. “Master!” The screams broke you out of your stupor, rushing towards Kiriya as he grasped at the blood dripping down his face. “I’m fine, are Obanai and Tanjiro okay?” sitting back up with your help. Uzui was on your other side, passing cloth over to wipe away the blood and stifle the wound. The next 30 minutes were tense, holding Kriya upright as he watched the battle, trying to figure something out that will help. You listened to his cries, his pleas for them to relax while he tried to redirect them to help them survive. Uzui was tense, holding Kanata upright while Shinjuro held Kuina, supporting the Ubuyashiki children. You felt powerless, not knowing how the battle was going or being able to see the chaos. You looked over at Tengen while the battle reached its peak. Watching his eyebrows furrow as Kanata recited what was happening. “The battle isn’t over, tend to the injured!” Kanata yelled out as Kiriya fall back, unconscious. Everyone rushed forward. “Y/N, you have to go, east, a crow will meet you” Kuina was pulling on your sleeve “There are a few horses out back, now” Tengen didn’t spare you a glance, attending to Kiriya as you were shuffled out of the room, confused and unaware of what was happening. Did you win? Was it over?”

It took 20 minutes on a horse before you arrived at the scene, a crow squealing for you to hurry up. The scene was disturbing, there was so much blood, so many bodies still being covered. A kakushi greeted you in surprise, seeing you on horseback. “Mrs. Himejima, I’m so sorry. He didn’t want our help.” The words had you faltering as you dismounted, stopping in your tracks and losing sight of the crow that was calling for you. “What?” The kakushi stopped, suddenly aware of your confusion. They reached forward, grasping your hand in their own. “This way.” They led you through the debris, many other greetings you with apologies before you were brought upon your worst nightmare. There were a few other Kakushi surrounding him, tears flowing down their faces while they tried to clean him up, dressing his wounds that had stopped flowing at the same time his heart stopped. “Mei” You gasped, alerting the others of your presence. They immediately stepped back, bows of apology as they rushed through their sorrows. “Gyomei, my love, no” You didn’t know where to look, your hands patting around his body, stopping at his face. He was still warm, not the blazing inferno he usually was but a dying fire. “Sweetheart” There was a ghost of a smile gracing his face, he looked serene, the same he did on the nights you laid beside him, watching him dream. His head was heavy as you held it up to look at him. The cut across his features had been cleaned, free of dirt and blood. “how long ago?” You turned back to the Kakushi that led you there. “right after Muzan had been defeated. He told us not to waste the supplies on him as he would die soon. He asked us to do something for him though.” You nodded, listening as you turned back to your husband, fixing his collar and trying to straighten out his torn clothing, making him look normal. “Mrs. Himejima. He asked that we tell you not to worry and live normally” There was a pause in her speech as you nodded, not trying to listen but also trying not to break down. “He said I quote ‘I love you and so did the boys’ he passed away shortly after with a smile. Mrs. Himejima. I’m so sorry. We all loved him dearly, he was a wonderful man who fought very hard. We couldn’t have done this without him.” You couldn’t stop the cries if you had wanted to, the grief was overwhelming as you listened to his final words. You could picture the serene look on his face as he spoke, hear the timbre tone in his voice as if he was speaking directly to you, holding you with the same gentle touch he always held you with as he spoke to you. You don’t know when you collapsed into him, vision clouded with grief and sorrow. You couldn’t even remember walking back to the butterfly estate, holding the hand of Nezuko as you followed behind the parade of kakushi, carrying the bodies of the injured back for treatment.

3 different funerals with 3 different caskets. The hashira were all buried near each other under the largest wisteria tree in the grove. There caskets circled the tree, all different shapes and sizes. You had given the Kakushi fresh clothing for Gyomei, gifting them his wedding attire as you had no use for it, you asked that yours went with him, there wouldn’t be use for it either, you were his until the day you took your last breath. The flowers surrounding the hashira had left a beautiful display, and the Kakushi who dressed normally, all grieving for their lost comrades had been a support for you, knowing they were loved, they were cared for. You were grateful.

It was after Sanemi fully recovered when you held Genya’s funeral. He was buried near Gyomei and Muichiro at the request of Sanemi. Since there was no body recovered you had done what you did with Muichiro, filling his casket with gifts and treasures. The prototypes of his weapons and a few pairs of his clothing. His favorite vest. You included the blanket he had come into your home with, the one his mother had given him. “Genya loved you so much” It was the first time you spoke since the funeral procession this morning. Sitting next to your husband's grave with the wind pillar. “I know. I love him too. I just wish he would have stayed away, I wish he would have lived a longer life.” You hummed in agreement. “I would have liked to see him and Mui grow up” You reminisced. “He would have made such a good adult, an excellent husband. Maybe you and Gyomei could have helped with his wedding and vows.” Sanemi looked up from the grass he had begun pulling out, meeting your teary gaze with his own. “Thank you Y/N, for taking care of him so well. You and Gyomei both. I was glad to see him be taken care of so well. He looked healthy and well-fed. Thank you. He loved you, I know he did, he was so obvious with it.” You gave a stiff smile, trying not to cry again, you had been crying so much and it was exhausting. “Sanemi, it’s going to get better. We have them watching us” He agreed “it will, we will live for them.”

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 4 months

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Hello! can you do a scenario where giyu is already promised to y/n by kagaya in an betrothed announcement in one of their hashira meetings, but every other hashira is trying to either convince force or kidnapped the reader into marrying them? This is due to y/n having the ability to heal others and kagaya wants more healers since no one has ever heard of such a power and the amount of slayers being killed. So in order to create more offsprings with this ability he sets up a betrothed that you and giyu agreed to. But the other hashira are jealous and want in on y/n’s whole future in the matter.

Healer’s Dilemma w/ Fem Reader | Yandere Demon Slayer

Kagaya wouldn’t forcefully marry you, even if that’s what someone in his position would do

You born without his curse illness and with some miraculous ability to heal

He’d rather not force you to hide your gift when you can help his other children or the world for that matter

But he knows how desirable you might be

Not only to Muzan as a link to Kagaya but to many who would intend to do exactly what you’d both hate most

Kagaya, your dearest Papa cares deeply for you

And he fights for your freedom

Even if it leads you to find a different kind of love with someone else

“Papa I wish to marry Giyuu Tomioka, the Water Hashira.”

“...This is your decision my daughter?”

“Yes, Papa. I want to marry him more than anything!”

“I could never fight your earnesty…then I give my blessing.”

He knows about the others obsessions

he doesn’t need to see it when he can feel it

Giyuu mentions the leave he’ll be taking at the next meeting

“Ah how unfortunate for (Y/n) to be married to a wet sack like Tomioka-san.”

“Tch sounds to me like ya knocked her up, to get that ring.”

“Sanemi!”

“Please everyone. Do not disrespect (Y/n)-sama.”

“S-sorry Tomioka.”

“...”

“Hah, but if that…requirement hasn’t been met then…if another did it’d surely nullify any other petty engagement…Right?”

“...”

“If any of you try anything I will decapitate you as I do demons. Don’t. Try. It.”

“Whoa so scary, Tomioka-san! Too bad no one was listening.”

It’ll be a collective effort to protect your engagement

It’d be even more interesting when the hashira soon realize just how determined you are to have your freedom

“My Papa let me choose. He promises to let me be free. I will not have any of you get in my way!”

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daisies-daydreams · 6 months

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Virgin!Gyomei x F!Reader (Headcanons/Drabble)

Pairing: Virgin!Gyomei Himejima x F!Reader Category: Fluff/Smut (18+) Warnings: Masturbation, Vaginal Fingering, P in V Sex (You Know the Drill), Praise, Accidentally Cumming Inside

A/N: I'm still working on requests, but I wanted to write something small in between. I hope you enjoy!

NSFW BELOW (MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI)

Virgin!Gyomei who always thought he was too imposing to find someone who would want to be with him physically. To indulge in the pleasures of the flesh, sharing such a sweet, tender moment. The thought would keep him up at night, tossing and turning when it was quiet enough for him to be alone with his thoughts.

Virgin!Gyomei who heard you, a new member of the Butterfly House, giggle nearby. He turned his head in your direction, his milky white eyes wide at the melodious sound. The giant man heard you gasp. “Oh good! You’re awake!” you chirped. His breath hitched when he felt your warm hands rest on his arm, patting it reassuringly. “You’ve been out for several days. We were all so worried,” you explained. He blinked and nodded slowly. “Thank you…for caring for me,” he said softly.

Virgin!Gyomei whose heart would always soften whenever he heard your distinct footsteps coming towards his room. His skin felt like it burned whenever he felt your gentle touch, tending to his injuries. Gyomei scolded himself when his mind drifted to fantasies of you touching him in more…intimate ways. You were his caretaker and nothing more. Surely you found him just as imposing as everyone else did...

Virgin!Gyomei who, after a very vivid dream about him fucking you into the mattress with his impossibly girthy cock, woke up with the most painful erection in his life. Gyomei listened carefully to see if anyone was around before dipping his large hand below the waistband of his pants. His breath hitched as he clutched his throbbing shaft. He clasped his other palm over his mouth as he began to squeeze and stroke his dick, the rush of pleasure indescribable. Your name fell from his plush lips like a prayer, a sweet chant that brought him closer to the edge. Gyomei pumped his cock only a few times before he was spilling all over his palm, completely soaking himself in his thick spend. His Adam's apple bobbed as he caught his breath. “M-Mr. H-Himejima?” he heard you squeak nearby.

Virgin!Gyomei who sat there like a statue, his eyes wide and back completely straight. His cock still twitched in his hand as he parted his lips. “I-I’m sorry Miss…” he stammered as his entire body became enraptured in a consuming heat. He flinched when you stepped closer, the floorboards creaking as you made your way to the side of the bed. “How long have you felt this way about me, Mr. Himejima?” you murmured. Gyomei was thankful that he lacked sight, as he was terrified of the disgusted expression you surely wore on your face. He swallowed thickly. “Honestly Miss (L/N)…since the day you first spoke to me,” he answered as his eyes glossed over.

Virgin!Gyomei who flinched when you placed a gentle kiss on his cheek. His face burned like a raging wildfire as he parted his lips. He heard you shuffle next to the bed. “You aren’t…disgusted?” he breathed. “No,” you whispered before pecking his temple. Gyomei flushed as he felt his cock twitch again, his thighs tightening as you placed a hand in his bulky forearm. “I’m glad that you feel the same way I feel about you,” you cooed. Gyomei sighed, a gentle smile forming on his face as you kissed the corner of his mouth. You gasped when you heard someone coming down the hall calling your name. He wanted to reach for you as you pulled away. “I’m sorry,” you murmured before hesitantly walking out of his room.

Virgin!Gyomei who, despite all the fantasies and dreams he’s had, hasn’t touched himself since that morning. You’d still come in to tend his healing wounds or assist with his rehabilitation. It was a sweet torture for him to feel your hands roam across every inch of his body…except where he needed you the most.

Virgin!Gyomei who thanked you for your assistance the night before he returned to the field. “You’re very welcome,” you said kindly, yet he didn’t miss the solemn undertone in your words. His heart ached as you started to slip away. “Wait,” he called as he grabbed your wrist. Gyomei instantly pulled away when he heard you gasp, the fear of potentially hurting you striking him through the chest. “I-I apologize, Miss (L/N),” he murmured. He heard you shuffle in place. “It’s alright, Mr. Himejima,” you replied. Gyomei tilted his head up, his foggy eyes lingering in the direction of your voice. “Please...call me Gyomei,” he said.

Virgin!Gyomei who loved the feeling of you shivering beneath his light touch. The door to his room was locked, your clothes strewn about the floor as you straddled his waist. His breath hitched as you splayed your hands across his rugged chest, both of you exploring each other’s bodies with a gentle tenderness.

Virgin!Gyomei who feels his cheeks burn as he pushes one of his fingers inside your slick, tight cunt. Your walls hold such a comforting texture for him as he sinks his digit deeper and deeper inside. “Shh, I know, my dear. I know,” he cooed as he rubbed your thigh. “It’s so much, Gyo,” you slurred as your legs shook around him. He frowned and cupped your cheek with his other hand. “Do you want me to stop?" he asked. Gyomei felt you shake your head. "N-No, it feels good. Please, I want this," you breathed. He swallowed the lump in his throat before nodding.

Virgin!Gyomei who lets you take the reins and sink down on his massive, thick cock at your own pace. He encourages you as you lower your hips inch by inch, his lips kissing away the tears that spilled down your cheeks as you babbled. “You’re doing wonderful, my love,” he whispered. His breath hitched as your pussy stretched around him, his shaft enveloped by your warm, gummy walls. Gyomei swore he was in heaven, the bliss that coursed through his body simply divine.

Virgin!Gyomei who feels intoxicated as you bounce up and down his shaft, your plush walls massaging his length as you pant and moan. “Amazing, truly amazing,” he breathed before the muscles in his lower stomach begin to tighten. He grits his teeth, hands grabbing at your waist as he gently thrusts up into you. Gyomei stopped worrying about the bed creaking long ago, his mind drunk on the pleasure that completely overwhelmed him. “Yes, that’s it. That’s-“ he nearly choked when he rolled his head back and groaned. His hips rolled forward as he accidentally came inside you, his thick, hot spend gushing past the place where your sexes joined. You gasped as your cunt convulsed around him, your walls gripping and fluttering around his girth as the two of you reached your climaxes.

Virgin!Gyomei who’s flustered and asking if you’re alright at least a thousand times after you pull yourself off of his softening cock. "Are you sure I wasn't gripping too hard?" "Are you sore anywhere?". He flushed when you suddenly pecked his cheek. “You were wonderful,” you whispered as you squeezed his hand. He smiled, his heart lighting up at your sweet words. “Thank you, my dear (Y/N),” he murmured as he held your hand up to his cheek.

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shegetsburned · 2 months

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❝ sensory night ❞ w. gyōmei himejima ੈ✩‧₊˚

.nsfw.smut.

underrated character collab entry !!

• — synopsis. himejima carries you to bed when you’re sleepy and tipsy after a gathering. one thing leads to another when you help him explore his other senses. • — a/n. it’s hereeeee. here’s my piece for the underrated character collab hosted by @honeybleed! ty again for letting me be a part of this. always love writing for my man gyōmei. • — wc. 3,7k

how long has it been? five? six years? you hadn’t had this much time to relax for years. you and anyone included at this small gathering. some hashiras gathered on the terrace, and some slayers gathered inside. for once, you were all decompressing and having fun. including yourself. you had drank enough booze to see blurred whenever you tried to get up from where you were sitting, words meddling themselves into your mouth.

the stone hashira was watching you, as much as he could. when himejima heard your shiny laughter from the other room, he knew you were safe, it’s when it stopped that his brows connected in concern. he had to go take a look.

sliding the wooden door to the adjacent room where some of your colleagues were gathered, he felt the pressure of the floor change when your back met the mat. it wasn’t long before the slayers made way for himejima’s giant stature to come over and gently pick you up, wrapping his arm under your back and knees. you were sound asleep. pretty little snores escaping your mouth. a warm chuckle made its way out of his lips when he heard how peaceful you felt between his hands. “i think it’s time for bed, precious one.”

the others laughed in unison before agreeing that your time at this gathering was over. your bed was waiting for you.

gyōmei had been watching over you for years now. and you were certainly grateful for his presence. the wisest and strongest hashira looking out for you? you couldn’t have been more safe.

but it wasn’t all innocent and you knew it.

he couldn’t quite discern your facial expression when he was dreamingly staring a little too long. or how gently his words landed in your ears when he reassured you after a mission. or your blushing figure when he was standing always so close to you.

oh. you were so grateful.

tuk

the flask you had been carrying between your fingers made contact with the floor when your weight was lifted by his strong hands. leading you to your chamber was an easy task for the hashira. nevertheless, he wasn’t sure if he should leave or stay by your side. would you need more help later when you awoke? would you still be tipsy and unable to stand?

why was it harder to make a quick decision when it came to you than on the terrain?

deep in his thoughts, gyōmei hadn't realized you had just woken up, still in his arms. it’s your giggle that alerted him. a soft and sweet giggle that could’ve warmed his heart if it wasn’t already so full of love for you.

“gyōmei.” your sleepy voice reached him as he walked into the corridor leading to your room. you still weren’t on first-name bases after all these years so hearing it coming from you made his heart skip a beat., but his face stayed composed, as strong as ever.

“gyōmei, gyōmei-” you insisted, lingering on his name. you couldn’t quite figure out why you were in his arms in the first place but it seemed to not bother you when you searched for contact, placing a hand on his cheek with an impudent smile. “gyōmei. look at you, gyōmei.” your left thumb trailed his jaw before you extended your whole right hand around his other cheek. “your face is so soft, gyōmei..”

you jiggled with his cheek, pinching his skin but he did not flinch. he wasn’t bothered, wearing his usual stoic demeanour, as he kept his gaze straight towards the door that was coming to your left. “you’re tired, small one. you should sleep.” if you had his perfect sense of hearing, you could’ve heard his strong heart beat faster ever since you laid your fingers on his face.

he opened the door, with you still comfortably tucked into his arms before delicately setting you down on the squishy bed. you whined, now cold without the warmth of his body as you only wore that kimono that was barely holding on around your shoulders, revealing parts of your cleavage.

his eyes flickered when he heard a ruffle coming from your sheets where he had left you. he was standing on two knees beside your bed now, and you could’ve sworn he was taller than anyone you knew even when in this position.

“gyōmei.”

“yes. what is it?”

he was always so patient with you. so composed and polite. so, was the moment right? was it right for you to continue your sentence and express these buried feelings you had felt for so long?

“don’t you sometimes wonder...”

hesitation drawn in your eyes– it was a good thing he couldn’t see.

“don’t you sometimes wonder what i feel like?”

your words were followed by your hands wrapping around his wrist, slowly lifting his arm towards your face.

he let himself be handled with apprehension and silence when he realized you were leading his hand closer and closer to your mouth. there was no resistance on his part when you moved it further, landing on your face.

his hand was warm, scarred and calloused but it felt so soft against your skin. he was hesitant at first, all of his senses aleterted when he felt your body shiver against his touch. it was the first time he could allow himself to touch you so intimately. his hand cupped your jaw before slowly making its way towards your mouth. he pressed his thumb against your lips. it was such a comfortable gesture when he started caressing your upper lip, slightly opening your mouth with its movement.

you couldn’t help but stare at him. the concentrated gaze he wore when he tried to memorize every inch of your lips made you nervously exhale. your hands were still wrapped around his enormous forearm as he took the lead from you.

the idea that gyōmei had of you was constructed only by the sound your voice made, by the wind caressing his face whenever you moved and by the musical chant of your laughter reaching his ears. all of it was enough for him to favour you.

he didn’t only favour you, he longed for you. longed for more. longed for touch. he wanted to memorize the shape of your figure, the taste of your skin, the weight of your body, the sound of your moans-

he wanted to explore all of his senses with you. and maybe this time you’d be able to help him.

you couldn’t help but realize that he was completely silent when he moved his thumb past your lips without resistance. feeling your tongue and teeth was a whole new experience for him. a slight pressure applied with your teeth made him nervously inhale, but all you could hear was a deep groan when your tongue made contact with his finger.

while he inspected the interior of your mouth, you kept drawing small circles with your thumb still tightly gripping his forearm. you wanted gyōmei to feel welcome and not hesitate to feel more parts of you.

you showed him by releasing your teeth around his thumb and sucking on it. he could feel his heartbeat all the way to his hands when you started to move your mouth. it was all so new and all so sudden, he didn’t know how to react to your invitation. he felt like losing himself. he wanted to lose control.

you took your time, imprinting your lips around his thumb before letting him go with a sloppy pop. now that gyōmei had a taste of your saliva on him, he wanted more. as soon as you stopped, thinking he’d be too hesitant to continue, the gentle giant raised himself on one knee, leaning his whole figure on top of you and wrapping his hand around the back of your head. it was his turn to get a taste.

he started at the beginning of your neck, covering it with kisses and bites. It was slow and measured. he made sure he could remember every spot by heart before moving on to the next. his lips made you quiver as you uncontrollably let your head fall back with your eyes closed so you could get the whole experience. timid moans that he could hear so clearly hurried him to move downward to your exposed chest.

you had never seen gyōmei like this. so imprudent. so eager to explore every single one of his senses with you without minding the consequences. he was already too deep.

when he shifted downward, you could feel his hand run across your whole body, tightly gripping and touching your shoulders, your waist, your hips. his breathing made the most sound when he opened your kimono, meticulously unwrapping the decorative obi string that kept the tissues together without even thinking about it.

gyōmei was so skilled with his hands, you had just now realized, and you too were excited to see what more he could do. under his strong and passive exterior, you knew he’d surprise you with his hunger.

he started attacking your belly with his mouth when your upper body was naked, moving his hands further up so that he’d reach your breasts. his hands were huge when they grazed your nipples. he used one of his palms, slightly rubbing his skin against your pointy nipple. feeling a new part of you made his heart skip a beat. you were so small and frail under him. he could cup both of your boobs with one hand, but he waited. he waited patiently until a small whimper came out of your lips to play with you.

he couldn’t hide it, the sole purpose for his next move was to hear more of these sounds you made that reassembled the most beautiful melody.

one hand firmly grasping one of your breasts provoked another sound before he rubbed his thumb on the tip of your nipple. at his touch, gyōmei could feel your body tense under him while he continued to make circles, taking care of one of your nipples, while his mouth did the work on the other. again, he was deliberately steady and torturous. with his tongue now flat against your nipple, he spread his drool around it. it was wet and sweaty and he loved it. he loved how it made you feel and loved how lucky he was to be able to explore your body like this. when his lips squeezed the tip, you reached for his head, planting your fingers on his scalp. he was immovable but it was mostly for you, so that he wouldn’t leave this perfect spot.

when he finished working on your breasts both with his hands and mouth, he placed a last kiss under your right boob before moving his whole weight again. at the sudden stop, you lifted your upper body to have a view of his next actions and when you realized he was heading between your legs, panic settled in.

“g-gyōmei.” half-drunk you tried calling to him.

“it’s alright, sweet one..”

even when he was whispering you could hear the power in his voice. you could feel his hand clutch around one of your hips and his exposed chest graze your pelvis when he lowered himself even more. one of his hands always stayed put on your chest but the other ran from your hip to your thigh. “let me rediscover myself with you.”

and you let him. you were at a loss for words under gyōmei. even now, nothing about him was stiff. he was as tranquil as all the other times you had seen him, but something differed and you could feel it by the way he took care of you. he was lustful and stimulated. his giant figure towering over you earlier had undoubtedly made you flustered. you never expected to be so overwhelmed by all the attention he could give, but here you were, squirming under his large hands when he separated your legs.

the mix of your sweat and body odour agitated his nose. it made him feel euphoric. he had no problem guiding himself to your naked pussy with one finger trailing along your skin to the interior of your thigh until he could feel your pussy. when he did, his thumb played with your lips. feeling every curve by dragging his finger delicately, until he was satisfied.

he waited a couple of seconds at your entrance before inserting his index in. feeling the wetness of your folds tightening around his finger made him flinch but he went deeper when he heard you yelp. one finger was already enough for you, you thought. it almost filled you and you couldn’t comprehend how he was so huge inside of you.

you tried to close your legs but were unsuccessful under his strong hold. there was no way you’d be able to control your reactions now. grasping the sheets with one hand and your kimono in the other, the only thing you could try to do was hold onto something. unfortunately, gyōmei hadn’t had enough of your sweet sounds and started exploring your insides, fingering your pussy so perfectly. his hot breath against your skin only made your pussy pulsate around him more.

he felt everything around his finger, from the gummy interior to the slimy fluid that drenched his finger. without wasting any more time, he moved around which provoked a sudden cry. you couldn’t believe gyōmei was actually going there. you couldn’t believe that he was between your legs, working his way through your folds while you couldn’t do anything but stare at the silent man.

despise his quietude, the feeling was exhilarating and he wanted more. soon enough you felt another one of his fingers enter your fleshy folds, making its way past your inner lips and joining the index, moving along with it. it made your back arch with pleasure when his fingers filled you entirely. his large digits made their way in and out in unison, searching for the spot that would make you twitch out of delight.

gyōmei took his time when he felt his fingers squeeze every time he went past that ring of muscle. he could intelligibly feel and hear the effect he had on you which made his hand clench around your thigh.

while his fingers took care of the inside, he shifted his thumb landing perfectly on your clit. you could’ve sworn he had done this before but his eagerness made you think otherwise. he could perceive your positioning so distinctly. he knew when you closed your eyes, when you tried to silence your moans with a hand on your mouth and when you placed the other on top of his, towards your inner thigh. he could also sense that you were already so close to finishing with how he worked his way against your clit and how he had stretched you out easily with two of his fingers.

your body tensed up as you tried to restrain yourself from completely letting go of the little control you had over your own body. thighs clenching, with your hand tightly wrapped around gyōmei’s, but he had little to no regard for your current state.

he only wanted you to let go. but these sensations you both felt needed to last so that they’d left an imprint- so that he’d remember it.

“himejima-san.. please.” you begged when you squeezed the hand he had planted between your legs. you felt yourself so close to cumming, but the sudden switch to proper naming frustrated him and you felt him get rougher with his fingers. he knew it would cause discomfort if he tried to insert another one of his digits, so he maximized the hold he had on you.

when gyōmei finally felt your body twitch with anticipation, he completely stopped his movement and felt moans of complaint through his ears. your head peaked up, brows connected in confusion. “h-himejima? why did you-“

he still wore a concentrated gaze when he took his fingers out, letting your plump pussy wrap them one last time, feeling every little inch of your walls against his skin. slimy fluid covering him and dripping out of your swollen and demanding hole.

gyōmei’s euphoric-like state sent shivers down your spine. his mouth was slightly agape like an idea had just blossomed in his mind. nevertheless, you could see that he was still captivated by the unique feeling you had procured him. his fingers were still grazing your skin when you felt a low grunt coming from the man as his breath tickled your skin once more.

you called his name once more but a sudden movement interrupted your words.

gyōmei lowered himself even more onto the bed, wrapping his strong arms around your thighs in a tight hold, easily moving your lower body along with him, until his mouth faced your empty pussy.

when he was correctly positioned, he placed a trail of kisses along your right thigh, eventually sucking on the inner part and stopping towards your swollen lips as his warm breath landed on your skin.

“please. allow me, little one.”

his next words were followed by his hungry mouth against your wet cunt as you yelped out of surprise. flustered, with both hands on your mouth, you tried and muffled the next moans that were bound to come out, but gyōmei couldn’t allow it. he couldn’t allow you to silence the noises that made him feel all kinds of ways- that made him so hard. as a result, he extended one of his arms, effortlessly grabbing onto your wrists and pulling your hands down against your chest, before he continued to devour you any further.

it was when he parted your lips with his tongue that you let out your whimpers and it was like music to his ears. his mouth extended to the outside of your cunt, so he could easily suck on your nub before going back inside with his tongue. he had a large mouth that took such good care of you.

the taste couldn’t be described. this new mix of savour and odour was heavenly. it gave gyōmei a good idea of who you were and how you felt. he was drinking out your soft and tired movements when you pushed your pelvis against his mouth. you let a long-ish moan when he lingered on your clit, a soft touch of teeth before completely engulfing it with his lips. sucking until he felt confident enough to shift to your spit-covered lips.

to get a better grip, he pulled your legs further so they could rest on his broad shoulders. eating you out was like a dream come true. he could taste everything he had felt with his fingers minutes earlier. it awakened his senses and brought a whole new meaning to pleasure. his olfactory glands and taste buds were so stimulated that you felt deep groans and moans vibrating against your entrance that made you flutter. to hear such a composed and collected man lose his mind over you only pulled you closer to your orgasm.

a few minutes in and he had already explored every inch of your cunt, and you finally felt yourself coming. not wanting to make a mess and way too agitated to cum on gyōmei’s mouth, you tried to voice your concerns, tangling words mixed with pretty moans.

“g-gyōmei, w-wait-”

he hummed against you, as if to approve. as if to tell you that you had the right to release yourself upon him.

so when you gave up on containing yourself and with gyōmei’s encouragement you let out a long yelp, cumming all over his lips.

he drank you up, tightening his grip on your thighs while he enjoyed the sweet taste of your seed on his tongue.

he stayed stationed between your legs for a while, properly sampling this new exquisite liquid and taking his time to savour it. he exhaled loudly before parting with your cunt, pressing soft kisses over your lips.

after a while, gyōmei finally decided to pull back completely, sucking at your inner thigh’s skin and taking in a final deep breath before lifting his gaze towards your face, with your sweet cum wetting his lips. he couldn’t see the state you were in, but could guess you’d be a mess.

sweating and trying to catch your breath, you had completely relaxed your body against him. your head lazily tilting back against the pillow, you had never felt more at peace.

your orgasm had left your cunt pulsating, but the only thing you recognized was gyōmei’s fingers rubbing against your palm.

“thank you.”

when you had enough strength to realize that he had thanked you, the sudden gratitude startled you. you lifted your upper body with one of your arms against the sheet while the other was still tightly gripped around his hand.

“you’re thanking me? himejima, why.. why are you thanking me?”

he raised his body with ease, all the way up so that he could stand above your naked figure, facing you.

“sweet one. you taught me how to see without my eyes.” he murmured, as he moved his hand to wrap yours entirely.

“your touch, scent and sound have changed me. I have been waiting to explore these with you.”

his confession warmed your heart and you couldn’t help but stare at his face. he was still drunk on you but he spoke genuine words that made you uncontrollably blush. a cheeky smile appeared on your smile, fully surrendering to a hypnotic whirl of happiness.

that night, after a well-deserved break, gyōmei himejima had explored and reinvented the meaning of senses with your help; when you moaned into his ears, when he couldn’t keep his hands off of you, when he tasted every part of you and when your elated scent almost brought him to tears.

although.. he did promise you he’d need more than one lesson to perfect his technique.

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forsworned · 9 months

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𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜! 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙨𝙛𝙬, 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣

The smell of bergamot and hinoki fills your senses are you grasp onto his firm and sturdy physique. His unruly hair tickles at the apples of your cheeks and the tip of nose as he lets out strangled groan. Nails digging into his porcelain skin as he rutted his hips against yours in a slow and deep fashion, watching as you rolled your eyes to the back of your head.

"Right there..." You uttere feeling the his tip hit just the right spot after only a few minutes. His lovely lips curling into a smug smile at his feat.

"Already?" A moan barely manages to escape your lips as he thrusts into your sweet spot over and over again.

"Y-yes...Hah...You're gonna make me..." You could barely even finish your sentence.

The feeling of ecstasy was taking over your body with every pump. His slender fingers just barely probing your clit in circular motions was sending you over the edge. You feel yourself slowly unraveling with every roll of his hips.

His lips dive into your neck as he feels himself starting to come undone. Teeth sinking into your neck and you cry out his name as you card your fingers through his tousled hair. He shudders as he rides his high, and his body gives out in pure gratification, although still rutting into you as you moan incessantly.

The fervent feeling exploding in your lower abdomen and you struggle to catch your breath as it feels never ending. You hadn't even realized how loud you were being as the satisfaction hit and then dissipated without hurry.

His heavy form slightly hovers over yours as he pulls out from you and watches as your mixed arousal sticks to him. His eyes widen and he cracks a savory grin. "You came so much, [name]."

You glance down as you wipe the sweat off of your brow, feeling winded by your high. There seemed to a mess between your legs, sticking at your bare thighs. You observ how he traces his thumb over your sopping slit and you shiver at his touch, still not over how hard he made you cum. Mouth agape as he brings his thumb to his mouth and licks it off. "Let's do that again."

꒰tengen, sanemi, gyomei, kagaya, michikatsu꒱ؘ ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

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flametrashiraarchive · 9 months

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Thinking about Gyomei who returns from a long string of missions to find his s/o laying down, staring at nothing. Eyes empty, voice apathetic, like a cup with a hole at the bottom, drained of life.

Gyomei's big frame craddling his s/o, rocking back and forth in comfort, trying to breathe more life into his s/o's depressed form, trying to return the warmth stolen by their mind.

Gyomei ready to give up, when his s/o starts to respond to his touch finally...

... after all his cuddles are the best.

- Beer anon 🍻

Who has two thumbs and gets carried away writing about sad boys 👍😎👍

Thank you for this ask. I loved writing about Gyomei and I hope I did him well!

NSFW and unbearable cuteness beneath the cut.

Softer than Mochi- Gyomei x Reader

Gyomei's chin was tilted down as he listened to you. Ordinarily, your voice brought him familiar comfort, but lately he had noticed the sound of it, along with the scent of your skin, was eliciting a new sort of reaction.

It was both unbearably exciting and incredibly uncomfortable.

"Please continue." He shifted his weight as he sat cross-legged on the rocks. His cheeks were getting warm as you told him about your latest mission. "You pursued the demon through the forest?"

You continued speaking, seemingly unaware of his predicament. "Yes. So anyway, the demon almost got away, but I took it down and managed to save the woman it was trying to snatch away. It won't bother anyone again."

"Ah… good. You did well. I'm proud."

There was a slight shift in the air which told him you'd taken a step forward. His heart quickened.

"Thank you," you said. "I couldn't have done it without your training."

Instinctively, Gyomei opened his arms to accept your embrace. You hugged him often, and he enjoyed it every time.

You were so soft and precious to him. Most people felt small to Gyomei– even Tengen Uzui who stood six and a half feet tall and had muscles on muscles felt like a willow branch sometimes.

The stone hashira wrapped you in his arms, breathing in your warm and lovely scent.

"My sweet friend," he whispered as you buried your face against his neck, making his stomach flutter. "Your capabilities come from your strength and determination, not from me. I taught you ways to use your tools, but you were the one who built and refined them. And you have already been given your next mission?"

"Yes." Your voice was filled with a conflicting mix of weariness and determination. The lower ranked slayers such as yourself were always busy taking down weaker demons, while hashira were assigned to the less frequent but more difficult missions. "I have to leave here in an hour in fact. I have a train to catch."

An hour was too little time to spend together, but Gyomei would cherish every moment. "I smell matcha… what is that?"

"I brought you some mochi," you said, placing a paper packet in his large hands.

Gyomei smiled and carefully unwrapped the packet, touching his fingers to the squishy little cakes. They were round, perfectly smooth, and as soft as your cheeks, but each one had two little pointed bumps on top… they felt like ears.

The stone hashira's smile widened. "Are they cat-shaped?"

Your excited laughter was heartwarming music to him. "Yes!"

His chest filled with adoration. "They're almost too cute to eat. Thank you, my dearest friend."

You sat beside him on the rocks, listening to the roaring waterfall and the babbling song of the river. Your hand rested in his, so small and delicate but somehow so warm and profound.

"Please be safe on your mission," Gyomei said. "And inform me when you get back."

His heart leapt as you leaned against him, resting your head on his bicep. "I will. I'll come and find you before I do anything else. You be safe too, Gyo."

When you stood, his heart lamented. The air shifted again and he opened his arms to embrace you, but this time you pressed your lips softly to his cheek, your hands resting on his shoulders.

Gyomei had faced countless demons, he had suffered every brutality, but your gentle kiss hit him harder than anything he had ever known before. Your lips were so soft he could have wept.

The tingle of your kiss lingered on his skin long after you left for your mission. Gyomei remained seated where you left him, smiling as he thought of you and ate the mochi you so sweetly made for him. The world, for a little while, was very beautiful.

***

Five days passed before he heard whispers of your return but you did not come to see him as promised.

That was unlike you and it filled Gyomei with concern. He walked the familiar path to your home, trying to calm his mind. There could be a number of explanations; maybe you were asleep, maybe you had been summoned elsewhere… maybe you had only said you would come to see him first to humor him.

He reached your front door and raised his hand to knock, but found only empty space in front of his knuckles. He called out your name and heard only silence. His heart plummeted.

Your door was open and you were not responding. He immediately suspected the worst. But there was no trace of a demon, no sickly scent of death or injury.

"I'm coming in," he said, so as not to scare you.

Your house was silent, and the air had a strange sort of quality. In the past, your home had been a place of comfort for him, but now when he stepped across the threshold he felt a sorrowful weight in his heart.

"Are you here?" He tried to conceal the worry, but it came out anyway. "My friend, speak to me… please."

"Gyo…"

At the sound of your voice his heart leapt. He turned toward the sound and took a step forward.

"Are you hurt?" He asked.

"No… I'm sorry I scared you."

You were on the floor.

He crouched close to you, reaching out a hand toward you. "My friend, what has happened? I can hear the pain in your voice."

A heavy silence sat between you. Oh, his heart was aching and he couldn't fathom why. Your voice sounded so empty, so utterly broken. You were sitting on a futon in the center of the room; still and quiet and emanating sorrow. He couldn't hold back from reaching out further and placing his hand upon you. His fingers brushed your forearm and traveled down until he found your hand and held it in his. Somehow you felt smaller… hollow…

He didn't press the issue. You would tell him in your own time. He simply sat with you and held your hand. Gyomei was patient.

After a while you moved. He heard your clothes shuffle, felt the air waft against him as you moved your body.

His heart squeezed as you rested your forehead on his shoulder, and he couldn't refrain from holding you. He wrapped you up in his arms, easing you down to sit in his lap as he surrounded you in his embrace.

You fit so perfectly against him; so small and sacred. He held you with endless love and affection, cradling you in his arms as he rested his chin on top of your head. Something had bruised your sweet spirit, and he would hold you for eternity if he thought it could help you heal.

Finally, you spoke. "I failed, Gyomei. The demon's victims begged me to help and I failed. I couldn't save them."

It was a pain he knew too well, and a pain you would have to make space for in your heart because it would never truly go away.

"I'm sorry. That is never easy."

You pressed yourself closer to him, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Please forgive me."

"Oh, little one." His chest ached. He was so bound to your shattering heart that the splinters of it pierced through his own. "How I wish I could take away your pain."

You trembled as silent sobs wracked your body and Gyomei rocked with you. You mourned the lives you hardly knew and he held you through it as though he could shield you from the rest of the world until the grief was gone.

"I'm so sorry," you whispered, still weeping.

"You are forgiven, my dearest friend." He knew the apology wasn't truly meant for him, but he also knew you needed a seed of forgiveness to allow solace to take root and start to grow.

You cried your tears until you had nothing left. Finally, you grew still and the tension in your body waned.

"You have such a beautiful soul." He unwound one of his arms from around you and wiped away your tears with his thumb. He smiled, "And the softest cheeks."

You laughed quietly and it mended your hearts a little. "Thank you."

"Please do not be sad anymore. Take this pain and use it to help more people."

"Gyomei…" His name was music when it came from your lips. "You're so dear to me. This mission helped me realize I should make sure you know that."

"You are to me too. You're precious."

The gentle touch of your fingers on his jaw made his heart flutter. You traced the shape of his face as he had done to you so many times before.

His pulse raced. The air between you crackled with something unspoken. Your breaths were shallow and shivering as they blew across his lips. Heat prickled on his cheeks and along the column of his neck as he continued to hold you, dipping his chin to he nearer to you. He was inexperienced but not completely naive. Even if he couldn’t quite believe it was happening, he knew you were thinking about kissing him.

He wanted it too.

“I adore you," he managed to whisper.

"I adore you too."

His heart pounded as you traced the outline of his lips with your fingertips. It was the most intimate sensation he had ever felt. Each breath he drew took a tremendous effort and barely reached the top of his lungs. This was unlike him; Gyomei was in tune with every muscle in his body, and yet your tender touch weakened him more than he thought possible.

He released you from his embrace and raised his hands to your face, finding his bearings before he leaned down and closed the distance, kissing you with infinite tenderness.

The moment his lips met yours, you responded, melting against him and kissing him back; so soft and warm it made his entire body ache. His heart was full to bursting as his thoughts tumbled like a landslide. Your lips were even softer than your cheeks, softer than mochi, warmer than sunlight.

The kiss seemed to breathe life back into you, and almost at once there was a new passion and hunger which he had sometimes dreamed of experiencing. But never once did he actually believe he could share it with you. You stole his breath away.

When the kiss broke, you showered his face in smaller, more chaste, but no less lovely kisses. Gyomei felt himself smile as his hands trailed down your back.

"Tell me, cherished one," he said quietly, "just so I don't run away with myself. Is this simply to feel good and numb your pain, or is this truly how you feel?"

Thank the gods that the silence afterward was only momentary. His heart couldn't stand it.

"It's how I feel," you responded, caressing the sides of his face with both hands and giving him goosebumps. "Gyo… this is why I come to you after every mission to embrace you and hold your hands. This is why I make cat-shaped mochi for you. I thought you knew I love you."

His heart was about to burst from his chest and his smile could not be contained. "Ah… yes, now that I consider it, it seems obvious."

You laughed. "My sweet Gyo."

"My most beloved, I am yours."

You kissed him again. Though it had only been moments since the last one, relief coursed through him as he drew from that sweet warmth and softness.

Your hands explored his shape, traversing the neckline of his shirt to the very top of his chest. While not vain, Gyomei was proud of his strength and the muscles he worked so hard to hone. Your quiet hum of approval sounded against his lips as your fingers touched his pectorals. It filled him with pride.

A breathless, tingling sensation coursed through his body as your touches grew bolder and your kisses increased in intensity. The sensation of your hands brushing his bare skin caused a sensation not unlike you were tugging a chord connected to his core.

"Am I moving too fast?" You asked, still resting your forehead against his as though it was as painful for you to be apart as it was for him.

"Not at all. Continue, please." Heat pickled across his cheeks, far more intense than any sunbeam.

"You're blushing," you whisper before taking his hand and leading it toward your face, brushing your cheeks with the back of his fingers. "I'm blushing too."

He smiled. "I feel it. You're so warm."

He felt you smile back beneath his fingers and then your hand left his. He heard the soft rustle of fabric, the quickening of your breath, and then you took his hand and led it down to your bare chest.

"Oh…" he choked out.

Nothing in the world could compare to the smooth warmth of your body beneath his large, battle-hewn hands. You were silk to him, lotus petals, mochi, the gentle flow of a sun-warmed stream. His chest ached. Your beauty was overwhelming.

The way you bowed to his tender caresses pulled once more at that chord. When he brushed his thumb over the hardening bud of your nipple and elicited a soft sigh of pleasure from you, the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end.

Tingling excitement rolled through his lower belly as your hands went to the fastening of his trousers. Gods, he wanted this, he did… but as inexperienced as he was, there were certain facts he was very aware of.

“We must be patient,” he said. “I need to ensure you are ready.”

“Believe me, Gyo, I’m ready.” You kissed him again with renewed passion, running your fingers through his hair and sending more little shocks of pleasure through him.

Gyomei smiled as you pulled back from the kiss, placing his hands over yours to halt your progress. “You’re not ready enough.”

“What do… oh… OH.” You had no doubt noticed the bulge forming in his trousers. “I see. You’re–”

“Large.” He pulled in a breath. “I’m very large. And I don't want to hurt you." Slipping his hand over the curve of your waist, he pressed a kiss to the plush softness of your chest. "If you wish to continue then I ask that you permit me to prepare your body to…receive me."

"I want to continue." You kissed him again, your tongue entering his mouth and slowly teasing his; pulling a gravelly moan from his lips. When you withdrew, you stood and he heard the soft rustle of cloth once more as you removed the rest of your clothing. You took his hands and led them to your bare thighs. "Please touch me."

His pulse thundered as he skated his hands along the curves of your body, committing every soft hill and luxurious valley of your shape to memory. Every touch was an act of profound worship, and every sweet sound of pleasure which came from you was an answer to a prayer.

"Beloved, lie down for me," he said softly. "I want you to be comfortable."

You did as he asked, lying back on your futon.

Just knowing that you were before him, laid out and feeling as nervous and as excited as he was, made his heart flutter. He undressed fully before he let his hands stroke the lengths of your thighs, down to your center where the heat radiated from you in intoxicating waves.

"Please tell me if I'm doing well or not," he asked. His voice was quiet and shaking a little with trepidation. "I've never… well, I've received a little bit of instruction on how to do these things but never put them into practice. So please…"

"I will." You placed your hand on his and with gentle pressure, urged him to touch you.

Your tender flesh was like nothing he had ever felt before. His breath caught in his throat as his fingers mapped out the shape. You were so warm and wet, and the scent of you was truly intoxicating. You made such lovely sounds of pleasure as he slid his fingers through your folds, coating them in your essence. He traced their shape upward, to where they seemed to converge over your delicate, swollen bud.

"There," you gasped as he circled his fingers around it. "That's…"

"Your clitoris," he said with a smile. "I know… I told you, I've had instruction."

At the time he had thought Uzui's lessons were wasted on him, but he had committed the information to memory nonetheless. Now, as your hips bucked and your thighs trembled from the gentlest touches, he had every intention of thanking Uzui from the bottom of his heart.

"Gyo-mei~" you gasped as he stroked your clit with his thumb and pushed a thick finger into you. Oh, gods, the heat, the silken flesh, the slick coating of your nectar, like sun-ripened fruit. He wanted so badly to sink into you and feel his body connected to yours. But he would be patient. He would ensure you were completely ready before he satiated his needs.

A wave of heat washed over him as you bore down on his finger, eager and demanding even without words.

"Is it good?"

"'S… good…"

"Do you want more, my beloved?"

"Yes…" your breaths came in short gasps. "More."

He pushed a second finger into you, pausing as you cried out, allowing your body to accommodate them. His fingers, like everything else, were large.

He waited until you began to thrust onto them again and took that as a sign that you were ready.

Gently, he began to move his fingers, pumping them into you slowly as his thumb continued to rub your clitoris. His heart quickened as he felt your inner muscles begin to contract and spasm.

"Don't stop," you whispered.

"I won't."

You came apart seconds later, gasping and shuddering as those muscles pulsed around his fingers. You squeezed them so beautifully, and imagining that sensation on his cock was enough to make him lightheaded.

But he still had work to do. "Can you take more?"

You placed your hand on his thigh. "Yes."

A blissful cry emerged from you as he added a third finger, gently stretching you.

"Gods, Gyomei~"

"Breathe, beloved. Breathe and relax. I will stop if you wish me too."

"Never."

He chuckled before spreading his fingers slightly, opening you up and readying you. "If I could only express the true depth of my feelings for you." He bowed his head, kissing your stomach with slow, lingering kisses as he continued to pump his fingers into you.

You were so receptive to his touches, moaning softly as you placed your hand on his wrist, as if to hold it down between your thighs. It was a reassuring gesture that he was pleasing you. That's all he truly desired.

He felt your muscles quiver again and you cried out his name. His cock stood firm, aching with need as your pussy squeezed around his fingers.

"I think you are ready." He spoke softly, kneeling back a little. "If you still–"

"I do. Gyomei… I absolutely do."

You got up and sat astride his thighs as he knelt on the bottom of the futon. This was good. It was exactly what he wanted. He needed you to be in control now, setting the depth and intensity.

Your lips brushed against his as you cupped his face. The bare skin of your torso was so soft and delicate against his large frame. He wound his arms around you and met your kiss, slow and passionate and filled with love.

Shifting in his lap, you positioned yourself so the head of his cock was pressed against your entrance. He felt a brief stab of worry that he hadn't prepared you well enough, that he had been too hasty and would hurt you, but a moment later you took him with nothing more than a breathy moan.

"Gyomei… Gods you feel incredible."

Oh there was nothing that could describe that feeling of sinking into you. A needy groan escaped him as he pressed his head to your shoulder and breathed in the scent of you, trying to ground himself. He was lost in the sensation.

"I love you," you whispered, kissing his lips so gently it seemed you felt he was fragile and precious.

"I love you too, my everything."

He had never felt so connected to anyone. Mind, body, soul, he was yours. He groaned in pleasure as you undulated your hips, taking him deeper inch by inch, stopping to give you both time to adjust and bask in the sensation.

"Does it hurt, my love?" he asked, unable to shake the tinge of concern from his mind or his voice.

"No. No, we fit together perfectly." You kissed his neck, sending a frisson of pleasure traveling down his body where it pooled in the bottom of his belly.

People often spoke of the beauty of stars; pinpricks of light shimmering among velvet darkness, and he felt he understood that with you. Those shimmering sparks danced across skin, overwhelming him in the best possible way.

Pressure built at his core as you rode him, your hands resting on his shoulders, your soft body moving against his. You were taking him well, better than he had ever dared to hope you could.

The slow rhythm of your movements, the constant pleasure, the intimacy… It was too much. He grit his teeth and choked out a cry.

"Beloved… I'm…"

"Let it happen, Gyo. You've more than satisfied me. Let go…"

You kept on moving to that slow, loving rhythm, building the exquisite pressure which ran through his core, growing and growing until he was barely clinging to his senses.

His fingers gripped your hips with more strength than he ever meant to use with you, holding you to him as his pleasure reached an almost unbearable peak.

"Ohh, beloved… perfect… so~ ohhh…so perfect."

He filled you entirely, lowering his head to press his cheek to yours as he wrapped his arms around your shoulders and clung to you.

"I have you," you whispered as you held him, stroking his back as he trembled in your arms.

He knew he could be like this with you for as long as he needed to be. As wave after wave of pleasure rocked through his body, he sank down into your arms, pressing you back until you were lying on the futon and he reclined on his hip beside you, nestling his head against your chest.

Your heart thudded against his ear, beating to a rhythm you had set together.

His lips curved as you stroked your fingers through his hair, kissing the top of his head and sighing in contentment.

In that moment, and in every moment he shared with you, the stone hashira's heart was softer than mochi.

And the world was forever beautiful.

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kakushino · 8 months

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Purr for me

Himejima Gyomei x Fem! Reader

Happy birthday, Gyomei!

Tags: modern AU (farmhand! Gyomei), pet play (cat variety), creampie, hint of aftercare Word count: 1,4k

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He’d always been so calm it just egged you on and on to tease him, try to make him break out of the tranquil mask and give you something, a reaction.

“Kitten, I think that’s enough.”

Yet you didn't stop, trying to escape his grip on your hips as he fingered you, three fingers in. You weren't trying to get away, per se, but you liked to think he could snap eventually, fucking you rough and fast. You'd dreamed of being absolutely railed by his thick cock - the very same one your belly was rubbing against as you wiggled in your bent-over position in his lap.

Gyomei wasn’t amused in the least. He’d had a bad day at the farm; one of the cows had escaped and he had to coax it back, which took him half the day, and forced him to rush the rest of his chores. He’d hoped to leave his stress inside of your pussy, but you were resisting him, choosing today to be a brat… like a misbehaving cat.

The thought gave him an idea just how to punish your disobedience. And he was glad the tools for that arrived just a few days prior.

The next bout of squirming made him withdraw his fingers, lifting you off of his lap and tossing you onto the bed he’d been sitting on.

“Wha-?”

He ignored you, breathing deeply as he stood. Gyomei walked over to a chest of drawers where he kept his personal items, and opened the bottom one, reaching all the way into the back for a box.

You sat up on the bed, looking at him in confusion. “Gyomei?” He’d seemed so desperate… You did get a reaction out of him, but not the one you wanted.

Your lover returned to the bed, carrying a black box, still silent. You were curious what he’d planned for you.

It didn’t take long for you to find out. Before you knew it, the calico cat ears were on your head, and you were laying face down, ass up, trembling a little. Your arousal ran down your thigh sluggishly.

His large hands soothed over your ass cheeks, squeezing gently. “We can stop anytime you want.”

Gyomei gave you a moment to say the established safeword but you didn’t say anything at all. Satisfied, he reached for the other accessory for your little play tonight. A cat tail butt plug, matching the ears.

You heard him open a bottle of lube, your pussy clenching around nothing at the sound, and then his warmth was at your backside, his thick cock sliding between your pussy lips, coating him in your slick. His left hand pulled your cheeks apart a little, his tip at your entrance, something cold pressing against your ass and then-

Both slipped in - his cock and the tail plug - making you flinch at the mix of sensations. Gyomei remained motionless, cockwarming his tip inside you as you adjusted to the fullness in both your holes.

“This is- too much, Gyomei,” you panted out, rising to your hands and trying to pull away. His hands gripped your hips tightly, halting you.

He leaned over, his massive frame caging you. His tummy pushed against the tail - and the plug - lightly, pressing it a smidge deeper, yet it felt as if he was stirring up your insides, as unused as you were to the feeling.

“Kittens don’t speak, they only meow,” he positively purred into your ear.

Blood rushed to your face at his comment, unable to even meow before he slid his length inside, inch by delicious, thick inch - and when his pelvic bone met your ass, pressing against the plug again, you nearly wailed.

“How is it that every time I slip into your pussy, it feels just as amazing as the first time? It’s indescribable.”

Gyomei set a slow pace, barely moving, his thrusts shallow yet every time he pushed in fully, he rolled his hips, hitting all the right spots. You could only moan, your arms trembling, back arched. One of his hands left your hips tugging at the tail a little, reminding you what you’re supposed to be, supposed to do. Tears gathered in your eyes at the overstuffed feeling and you meowed for him, the sound breathy.

“I’m starting to think you enjoy this, kitten.” You could hear the grin in his voice.

Abandoning the tail for now, he reached under, touching your stomach with his rough hand. He didn’t have to search long for what he wanted to find.

“Oh kitten, do you feel that? Feel how I fill you up so well that you can feel it right here?” His palm pushed against the bulge in your belly, making you mewl, your arms slipping, and you fell on your face.

His other hand reached under your neck, picking you off of the pillow to allow you to breathe, as you were clearly too overwhelmed to do it for yourself. Despite his gentle handling of your throat, his thrusts grew harsher with each passing second.

“I’m not playing tonight. You deserve this. I’m gonna fuck you as hard as I can. Make you mine-” Gyomei groaned, his pace soon turning to outright plowing, loud and wet smacks of skin on skin echoing in the bedroom, your stimulation doubled - both holes clenching against the intrusions tightly.

Your mind was blank, save for the shocks of pleasure each rough thrust brought you. Your fingers tried to find purchase in the bedding, your movements back against him miniscule, yet still there, as you chased the ecstasy he brought you.

And he noticed, of course he noticed. He noticed because every twitch of your snug cunt felt like Heaven on his dick.

“You’re insatiable. It’s like you want me to break you.”

His hand left the stomach bulge to tug at the tail again. Gyomei bullied every little insignificant thought out of your head - all that filled it was Gyomei, Gyomei, Gyomei-! Yet not a word left you, only whimpers and moans filled the room.

He slowed down, letting you feel just the glide of his cock back and forth, not bottoming out at all yet the noises- You tried to push back, to get more-

“A good kitten should beg for it,” he murmured. And stopped.

A dry sob left you, about to beg with words, when he tugged at your tail a little, reminding you of your role.

You yowled, and meowed, trying to sound pleading as you could without speech, hoping beyond hope he would take pity on you and give you what you needed.

Gyomei delivered, a merciful God blessing his worshiper, fucking you with roughness you wouldn’t have guessed your lover was able to bestow upon your frail body.

You quivered, a knot of tension quickly growing in your belly. Each snap of his hips, each mind-numbing shock of delight, each movement of the plug - it was too much.

Your orgasm crashed upon you faster than your scrambled brain could register, and you let out a half-moan and half-meow, somehow coherent enough to remember you were to be a kitten right now.

Your ears rang, body going slack; the only things holding you up were Gyomei's hands - cradling your throat and holding your hip. A muffled groan registered in your mind, the next thrusts sloppy and deep - before he slammed inside, grinding against you, rubbing and pushing the plug inside more. You cried out at the feeling.

His cum flooded your pussy, and it spilled out around his cock, coating both of you in the mess.

Gyomei stayed as he was, both of you panted heavily, coming down from your highs. Your fingers trembled as you reached up to caress his hand at your throat, a silent thanks for helping you up to breathe during the act. His cock twitched a little at the gesture, a grunt escaping him.

"You okay, kitten?" he finally said, voice strained. The thumb of the hand on your hip drew lazy circles, grounding you back on Earth.

"'mkay," you whispered. You placed your arms on the pillow, helping support yourself. "Could use a bath, though…"

"Of course." He chuckled, his breath evening out. Gyomei leaned over your body carefully, placing soft kisses on your shoulders as you both relaxed in the afterglow. "Bath and bed for my kitten. You did well for me… Thank you."

You closed your eyes, enjoying his attention. "Always…"

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lucikittyxoxo · 9 months

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✦ Initially, I think he would be very shocked at your sudden revelation. When he begins to think about his duties as a hashira and now having to balance the responsibility of being a father it would definitely be a sudden shock.

✦ After the initial consternation, he’d be very involved. Making sure he went to all of the appointments with you.

✦ In the early months of pregnancy, he’d wake up early in the mornings to hold your hair back with your morning sickness. He’d rub your back in circles and even offer to give your shoulders a massage to relax you.

✦ He’d make it his priority to cook for you and keep up with the housework. He doesn’t want you to lift a finger while you are creating a literal miracle in your stomach.

✦ At the end of every day, he’d put you to sleep by rubbing your feet and massaging your body thoroughly.

✦ In the later months of pregnancy when your back began to ache more cruelly, he’d stand behind you and lift your stomach for you if even for just a few minutes of relief.

✦ Whenever you had weird cravings that you didn’t already have in your home, he’d drop whatever he was doing just to get it for you.

✦ You and Shinobu have been trying to become pregnant with the help of a donor so after a few long months of trying when she heard you had finally got pregnant she was ecstatic.

✦ She’d make sure that either Aoi, Sumi, Kiyo or Naho was with you at all times to ensure that you got the best care during your pregnancy.

✦ Since you stayed at the butterfly mansion with her, all of your care would take place there. Meaning, your remedies and ultrasounds didn’t require an appointment and you could stay in the comfort of your home which was a huge advantage.

✦ She’d definitely be the kind of parent that talks to your baby constantly. She read in a few parenting books that playing certain music, consistently talking to your stomach etc.. is beneficial and sets time aside to do so every night.

✦ When she does have to go away on missions, she sends her sister or assistants to keep you company and attend to your every need. She’s a big writer and will send you letters to read out loud to the baby while she is away.

✦ She believes a key component to having a happy child is to make sure that her relationship with you as her counterpart is healthy and strong too. Even with you being pregnant, she’d still find ways to keep your relationship firm. Movie dates, taking you on walks around the mansion when the weather was nice and if you were feeling well enough.. etc.

✦ She’d decorate the baby room with lots of butterflies, dragonflies, and things of that nature. She likes to bring you in there with her while she decorates so that even though you couldn’t help, you could still be apart of the process.

✦ He’d be a little nervous about it. His upbringing wasn’t very loving and he wouldn’t want to hurt damage the child like how he was growing up.

✦ After you were able to reassure him that he wasn’t like his father and that he could do right by the child, he would be excited to start a family with you.

✦ He is such a gentleman. With your morning sickness in the morning he’d hold your hair back and rub your back in circles. He’d make you breakfast etc..

✦ When it was time for you to wash up, he’d run your water for you. Making sure to put in some relaxing oils, lighting candles for you, flower petals in the water, etc.

✦ He would make sure to wash your hair and massage your scalp. Keeping you relaxed and as stress-free was one of his priorities as a new parent. Keeping you calm was the key to having a healthy baby.

✦ When coming back from missions, he’d always make sure to bring back something for you. Whether that be flowers, one of your craving foods or simply an item for the baby or the baby room. He is always thinking about you and the baby.

✦ During missions, he’d have someone from the Demon Corp stay with you during the night to make sure that you were protected and taken care of when he had to be away on missions.

✦ As Tengen's 4th wife, he has had every intention of starting a family with the 4 of you and it was just a matter of who was going to get pregnant to start the family.

✦ When you told Tengen, Hina, Suma and Makio about your pregnancy they all had very different reactions but all had the same feeling about it: Joy. Suma was crying from how excited she was while Makio scolded her for stressing you out. Hina and Tengen came by your side to hug you tightly upon hearing the news.

✦ Tengen doesn't usually do the cooking and he typically leaves that chore to Hina but he does deliver whatever she makes to you on a silver tray so that you don't have to get up from your bed to get it.

✦ He doesn't like to leave you unprotected, especially when you are carrying his child so whenever he is gone on missions, he will leave one of his other wives with you.

✦ Tengen would go overboard on the baby room, making sure that it was flashy enough for his child. Meaning that upon building the crib, he'd glue rhinestones to it and painting everything a metallic color.

✦ When going shopping for baby clothes, Tengen practically begs you to let him pick everything out and of course, who are you to deny him? The baby's closet consists of what Tengen considers to be 'flashy.'

✦ Makio, Suma and Hina know how badly it must hurt your back while being pregnant and suggest to all have a date at the hotspring which Tengen agrees is a flashy idea. Since then, you all make it a point to go to the hotspring at least once a week to help your aches.

✦ Mitsuri and yourself have been trying for a baby with the help of a donor (Obanai). When it didn't seem like it was in the cards for you to carry the child, she offered to try. To both of your surprise, you ended up pregnant at the same time.

✦ Since you are both pregnant, you take turns making the other food and bringing it to them while the other relaxes.

✦ You both are incredibly emotional during this time and one of your favorite things to do together as of late is to watch movies. During this, you both need a tissue box for yourself.

✦ You both have complete opposite cravings. You tend to crave things on the sour/tangy side while she craves things on the sweeter/tart side.

✦ You love to decorate the baby room together, each working on a side of the room. When it comes time to build the cribs and move in the furniture, you call in Obanai to help you which he does without a fuss.

✦ Mitsuri once read in a parenting magazine that exercise helps with contractions and giving birth later along the line. She signs you both up to do a prenatal yoga class and it ends up being a wonderful way to manage your back pain.

✦ Mitsuri often practices different hairstyles on you in the case that your babies are girls. She watches tutorials for boys hair as well and practices on Tanjiro's hair, who she called just for the part. You can't help but laugh at the different styles but it's all heartwarming to see how excited she is to start a family with you.

✦ Obanai would freeze in his tracks upon hearing the words "I'm pregnant" come out of your mouth. Did he want to start a family with you? Of course. Was he nervous about it? Absolutely.

✦ He probably would not bring too much attention to the fact that you two were expecting a child, especially to the other hashiras. The only reason anyone found out was because You were seen at the Butterfly Mansion getting a check up and Shinobu asked about it.

✦ He believes in your capabilities and will not coddle you. However, if you ask him to make you food, help you up.. etc.. He will come running to your side and ready to help.

✦ He makes sure to report all of your appointments to Master Kagaya so he can have time blocked off to attend them with you.

✦ Despite him being seemingly cold, he is very involved with your pregnancy and incredibly soft with you in general.

✦ He buys a bunch of snake plushies for the baby room to help the child become accustomed to being around snakes and eventually, Kaburamaru.

✦ In the evenings, you will find Obanai reading parenting manuals and preparing for his role as a father. He wants to be the best he can be for both you and his newborn child.

✦ Similar to Obanai, Sanemi would be shocked the moment the words left your mouth. Was he ready for this? Were you ready for this?

✦ Because of his parents passing, he didn't really know how to be very paternal but damn if he wasn't going to try.

✦ He helps you around the house by doing the things you can't do. Bending down to pick up the laundry off the floor, making sure the sweeping and mopping is kept up with, loading the dishwasher, etc..

✦ He's very protective over you and will be extremely protective over his child. World be damned if anything came to try and harm his family.

✦ He doesn't necessarily understand how you could crave something one day and absolutely hate that same thing another day but he tries to keep up with whatever you are enjoying and keep it on hand in the house.

✦ He panics when you cry at seemingly small things and he will do anything to calm you down. He realizes overtime that you are just extremely emotional during this time and treads carefully with his jokes. He definitely keeps the teasing down to a minimum.

✦ He practices putting on diapers, making bottles, etc.. in the evening when you are asleep (and when he isn't called out on a mission). He wants you to be able to help with the baby without asking for help.

✦ When you tell Gyomei about your pregnancy, He's on his knees and praying to the gods to thank them for such a blessing.

✦ He is very tender with you after the initial news. Constantly checking on you to see if you need anything. Have you had enough to eat? He is bringing you a plate just in case. Are you thirsty? He is bringing water. Are you comfortable? He is fluffing out your pillow for you and helping you adjust in bed.

✦ Gyomei is the king of massages. If you complain about any area of your body being achey, his immediate response is to massage it.

✦ When decorating the baby room, he would be sure to keep it very minimalistic. He doesn't want it to be without your approval though, so he carries you in there to make sure everything is exactly how you envisioned it to be.

✦ He carries you around everywhere now. He does not let your feet hit the ground. Although, if you tell him that you want to walk he'd reluctantly put you down and allow you to do so.

✦ He prays over you every evening, praying for your safety and healthy, the safety and health of the child, praying that he will be a good enough father to lead the child in the right direction etc..

✦ If other hashiras were to ask about you two expecting, he certainly would not keep it a secret and would be excited to share the news but he wouldn't directly start a conversation about it.

✦ Kagaya already has two children of his own, so when he hears about you being pregnant with a 3rd, he is more than excited.

✦ He is very gentle, helping you where you need it and making sure that you are keeping up with your needs.

✦ You all already have the baby furniture put in storage from when you had your last two children so setting up the baby room is a piece of cake for the two of you.

✦ He is very big on essential oils and he constantly has a diffuser on. He even goes as far as to apply the oils to your skin. He believes it helps regulate your mood, helps with your nausea and reduces your pain level which, to your surprise, it does.

✦ Like Shinobu, he plays music in the rooms you are in and is constantly reading to your stomach at night.

✦ When you are feeling particularly emotional, he will hold you in his arms and provide a listening ear to all of your concerns. He validates you and makes sure to reassure/ provide a plan to each and every one of your concerns.

✦ He makes sure to attend all of your appointments and when he gets your ultrasound pictures, he will take them to the hashira meeting to show them to everyone who are all just as excited as he is.

QOTD: Which hashira do you think would be the best parent and why?

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svatleena-delvera · 4 months

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Kny who fell first and harder

Tanjiro: he fell first but you fell harder

Zenitsu:he fell first and harder

Inosuke: you fell first but he fell harder

Kanao: you fell first but she fell harder

Genya:he fell first but you fell harder

Shinobu: you fell first and harder

Muichiro: you fell first and harder

Obanai: you fell firts buy he fell harder

Mitsuri: she fell first and harder

Kyojiro: you fell first but he fell harder

Tengen: you fell first but he fell harder

Giyuu: he fell first but you fell harder

Sanemi: you fell first but he fell harder

Gyomei: he fell first but you fell harder

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withlovefics · 1 year

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How they would react to you saying "I can't do anything right" aloud.

Characters: Gyōmei, Shinobu, and Sanemi

Content Warnings: talk about negative self worth, low self esteem, and swearing.

Gender-neutral reader ♥︎

Word Count: 968 words

Himejima Gyōmei: 241 words

You were attempting to meditate with him, but your mind kept wandering though and you began to get frustrated with yourself.

Beside you oblivious to your inner turmoil was Gyōmei.

You kept fidgeting, moving slightly, as you kept trying to quiet your mind, but it felt impossible.

"Y/N what's wrong?" Gyōmei asked as he turned his body towards you.

You sighed deeply, frustration lacing that breath you exhaled.

"I can't seem to do anything right I mean I can't even meditate!" You exclaimed and pushed your hands to your eyes. You felt like crying, but you didn't want to.

Gyōmei gently reached his hands, his hands engulfing yours, as he pulled your hands away.

"Y/N please don't say this about yourself. Please don't be so hard on yourself. You can do so many good things. You say you can't do anything right, but I disagree. You may not be perfect at everything, but no one is perfect at everything."

You felt his tears falling onto your clasped hands. You stared at the ground and felt tears of your own.

"Y/N look at me please." You slowly lifted your head to look at him.

Gyōmei smiled at you, "You mean so much to me, and I don't want you to talk to yourself that way. I know because I say that you won't stop thinking that. Next time you think that or say that I want you to come to me please."

Kochō Shinobu: 287 words

You sat anxiously on the bed, kicking your feet back and forth. Shinobu was bandaging your wounds from the last mission you were on.

"Please stop moving Y/N, I can't bandage you up if you keep moving," Shinobu told you.

You huffed, turning your head to the side. "If I hadn't messed up you wouldn't have needed to bandage me."

"What did you just say?" She asked, and you didn't notice how she gripped the gauze tighter. Her eye twitched, and you didn't notice her angry gaze.

"If I hadn't messed up you wouldn't need to bandage me! I can't do anything right!" You exclaim before flopping onto your back.

You dramatically put your arm over your eyes and tried to calm your breathing you didn't want her to see you cry.

Meanwhile, Shinobu was about to beat you up for saying that about yourself.

"Why do you say that Y/N?" She asks with a head tilt.

"I always seem to get hurt I'm not as strong as the other-" Shinobu interrupts you by placing a hand on your face.

"I really won't tolerate you talking negatively about yourself."

You look at her befuddled and pissed. It was the truth, you thought to yourself.

"Sure you may get hurt but I'll always be here to help you recover and heal. Everyone gets hurt during missions. And you say you're not strong enough is an insult to me." Shinobu told you firmly while making direct eye contact that made you squirm some.

You sheepishly looked away at the ground.

"We all get hurt Y/N. I really don't like you to say those things about yourself." She soothingly rubbed your hands. "Please Y/N, try not to say that again."

Shinazugawa Sanemi: 440 words

You and Sanemi were sparring again. The sun beat down hard on your back, and you felt like a puddle, but here was Sanemi... All ready for another sparring round. That fucker.

You sighed as you sluggishly moved into stance. You guys were on your 4th training sword!

You squinted your eyes and groaned. Exhaustion hits you like a brick. While you tried to dig deep to find any energy within your body or soul, Sanemi began to charge at you.

You jumped to the side barely, managing to miss his strike.

"You're not supposed to dodge Y/N!" He yelled at you.

"I'm already covered in bruises and cuts from you I don't want any more!" You yelled back at him as he moved to try and hit you again.

You managed to block him and parried; for a few minutes. You had only been able to beat him once. You aren't a hashira like him.

You let out a groan as your back hit the ground. Sanemi had knocked your legs out from under you using his sword.

You didn't budge at all and just closed your eyes. "Come on, get back up," Sanemi said staring down at you. You didn't move, and Sanemi huffed. He sighed and bent down his hand ready for you to grab. "Fuck. Come on Y/N we'll take a break. Let me help you back up."

You sighed and just shook his head. "I'm tired. I don't want to move." You said and just closed your eyes.

"Come on. What you're sulking about me kicking your butt? Come on." Sanemi said smirking at you, he grabbed one of your arms and pulled you up. You sighed and trailed after him as he pulled you into the house.

You sulked and stared down at the ground, you felt tears falling down your face. "I can't do anything right." You mumbled to yourself. You were so disappointed in yourself, and you couldn't believe how bad you were against Sanemi.

"What the fuck did you say?" You turned and saw Sanemi with wide eyes. He grabbed your face and smushed you. "What did you fucking say?"

You felt like crying more. "I..." You stuttered.

"Don't fucking say that about yourself. Don't ever fucking say that again." Sanemi said leaning closer to you.

"But I couldn't even beat you more than once. I can't do anything right!" You exclaimed, tears falling more.

"Y/N please don't fucking compare yourself to me. You have your own talents, and today was just training. Please, Y/N you mean the world to me. You don't have to compare yourself to me or anyone."

I hope you like this! Sanemi's character may be a little out of character. I'll probably write how other characters would react because writing this is really comforting to me.

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taniavttv · 1 year

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Gyomei Hugs/Cuddles

Hi Everyone. I wanted to say Thank you for 102 followers I'm happy and grateful you all love my writing 💞💖🌸. Here are some more Hugs/Cuddles for our blessed and handsome stone Hashira Gyomei as you all wanted based on the results. Sorry for the lack of posting I've been a little busy but I'll try to post more soon. Thanks and Enjoy also Request are Open😊💖🌸

🗿 Honestly this man loves it when you hug him and give him cuddles

🗿 Gyomei is like a teddy bear 🧸 because he loves to give you big hugs

🗿If you ever need a hug from him. You don't need to ask him twice Gyomei will do it because he loves you and wants you to feel happy

🗿If Gyomei hears you cry or knows something is wrong he will immediately pull you close to him. Since he never wants to see you sad

🗿 Gyomei will even give you his Haori even if it's a big size he wants you to be warm and comfortable with it

🗿 Gyomei will pray with you since he loves it when you pray with him

🗿He loves to cuddle you close to him

🗿He loves it when you touch his chest

🗿His favorite cuddling position would be one where he can play with your hair and he loves being the big spoon and you the little spoon

🗿He loves to hug you from behind and feel you close to him

🗿 Gyomei loves you play with his hair it really makes him happy and smile

🗿 Gyomei will hug you and ask you if something has been on your mind and he will give you his comfort. He wants to make sure you feel happy and loves to hear you be happy

🗿 Gyomei loves to caress your face as he cuddles you and even go for a kiss

🗿Loves holding your hand and rubbing them to make sure you feel happy and warm

🗿When it's time to cuddle Gyomei will smile and pick you up to go cuddle since he loves it when it's cuddling time

🗿 Gyomei loves giving you forehead kisses and even kiss your cheeks

🗿 Gyomei always loves giving you affection and love

🗿He will play his flute so you can enjoy the sweet music he plays for you to smile and feel happy

🗿As you two cuddle Gyomei always reminds you that he loves you because he truly means it from the bottom of his heart and everything

"I love you so much My love" Gyomei said as he caress your face and kisses you passionately

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strawberry-lemonade-kisses · 11 months

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Thinking about Gyomei whose so big and doesn't realize just how big he is, all of him. He doesn't realize it while he has you under him blubbering and gasping at his size trying to push into you

"mei it's too, too much" your gasping again as his cock head pushes in further, stretching you so wide you're sure you would stay stuck like that. He's cooing above you, trying not to cum early at the unbearable tightness of your pussy but also trying to soothe you

" 'ts alright baby, just breathe for me" he's rubbing your sides for comfort, wiping at tears. "you can handle it baby, your so good for me"

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 1 year

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Could you do the reaction of yanderes hashiras when they see the male reader vomiting in disgust/rejection after the hashiras kissed him?

Rejecting The Hashira’s Kiss | Yandere Kimetsu no Yaiba X Male Reader

Whether it was a misread moment or just someone having the audacity to put their lips against yours; they are met with a solid rejection. Even if you refuse them they have no plans to stop their pursuit. All this is just a minor obstacle…yep…just..a little pothole in the road of your love:

Rengoku Kyojuro

He doesn’t ask

He just goes right in

Catching you off guard as he firmly kisses your unmoving lips

“BLEGH! Ew what’s your problem?! Kyojuro!?”

“I DID IT FOR GOOD FORTUNE!”

“Good Fortune my foot! Don’t go kissing people who don’t want to be kissed!”

He’s not discouraged at all

in fact, this only spurs him to try harder to gain your affection

Or hopefully shooing of any one else who’s interested

He doesn’t bother licking his lips but I certainly see him putting his lips up to different things to…compare

“THIS MELON IS COLD NOT AT ALL LIKE (Y/N)’S LIPS. WHICH ARE WARM! AND SOFT! AND IRRESISTABLE!”

“Sir, are you going to pay for the fruit or not?”

Shinobu Kocho

Is probably tending to you after a mission

And she just can’t help herself

You were just looking so cute with your broken arms

So she just went for it

“Ew um can you not.”

She stares blankly at you

Before doing it again

“What are you going to do? Stop me?”

She’s going to spend the rest of your stay showing you how little you can do in comparison to her

And how powerless you are to defy her medicinal ‘ailments’

Leaving you bedridden for however long she pleases

Seating herself on your waist too weak to buck her off

“Don’t think for a moment you can stop me, you are mine and I’ll have what I want of you when I want it.”

Uzui Tengen

Flamboyant as ever he’s not one to hide his emotions

Or what he wishes to do

So when he goes for the kiss he kisses deep

Completely disregarding the world’s take on social customs

“I’ll be flamboyantly missing you on my mission, farewell my gem.”

The kiss is deep and while you may pull away he’s keeping a firm hold on your waist

Letting his fingers graze against your butt

When you pull away to spit Tengen makes a note of it

And will dive back into capturing your lips

“Don’t let any of me my sparkling saliva out of your mouth, otherwise I’ll have to punish you~!”

Sanemi Shinazugawa

It takes a lot to hype himself up to do this

Despite being as prickly as he is

he blushes and gets week in the knees around you

So when he moves fast to kiss you he’s embarrassed when your lips curl in disgust

“Ewww…that was so gross.”

He’s so hurt

But that sadness morphs to anger

And when demons don’t cut it

He’s fighting you

“WHEN SOMEONE GIVES YOU A KISS, YOU KISS THEM BACK!”

Mitsuri Kanroji

Love is her element

So of course, she’s going to kiss you as soon as she feels like the mood’s been set

When you reject her, she is reminded of all the times such a thing has happened before

“Oh…you didn’t like that…huh?”

She’s hurt so so hurt

But her tears are so pretty

So perfect you’ll cave

That is if her guard snake doesn’t come for you first

“Y-you’re s-sorry..hm..i-i’ll definitely feel better if you give me a kiss though…please?”

Obanai Iguro

He’s hesitant to even come near you

Often preferring to watch you from afar

He usually thinks he’s lesser than you

A monster in every right that is protecting his beauty in the shadows

So he’ll wait until your sleeping or so high on medicine that you can’t recognize him

“Y-yuck..”

“...I am sorry.”

So crestfallen he probably won’t talk to you out of embarrassment despite you’re actual cluelessness

“Kabumaru love is cruel..isn’t it?”

Giyuu Tomioka

Nobody likes him anyway

And when he’s shoulders deep in his obsession for you he stops caring

He no longer lets being likable by anyone stop him from what he wants

“-ick! Eww, I can’t believe you–”

“I can hardly resist you (Y/n), even if you hate me.”

Nothing’s off the table

But he pretty much is willing to do whatever it takes

He’s witnessed so many die at the hands of demons

He doesn’t care how you feel

That will not be your fate

“It doesn’t matter what you think of me. I’m not letting you free.”

Gyomei Himejima

He can’t see your beauty which he cries about often

But thanks to his lack of sight you let him feel your face

“If only for my mind’s eye, may I?”

“Yeah Gyomei no problem.”

It’s his dirty little pleasure

Curious about your figure

He holds you steady holding your shoulders

And he accidentally let’s his lips brush against your own

He gets the message when you pull away

He knows it’s probably out of disgust, but he can delude himself into thinking it was out of embarrassment

And that let’s him smile in his lonesome

“My apologies was that your lips?”

Muichiro Tokito

He thinks being the young kid he is, you won’t mind

When he jumps up to give you a kiss

And when you recoil asking him what that was about

He’ll wistfully sigh because you didn’t react the way he wantedyou to

“Don’t friends kiss each other before they leave.”

He feigns ignorance as he mulls upon your rejection

He figures he’s got time to convince you he’s worthy of your kisses

And then he forgets

Aiming for a kiss again with some other excuse to pursue his little crush on you

“I think of you like a brother…don’t family kiss each other?”

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