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kakushino · 5 months

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The Queen

Ryomen Sukuna x F! Reader

He never orders you around - rather, he requests.

Tags: slight gore, suggestive, fem reader, true form Sukuna Word count: 1,7k

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AN: Fanart used in banner made by the amazing @innaillus - be sure to check out their divine fanart Written as a Secret Santa's gift for @zoyakuna - Merry (early) Christmas! (and pls stop slandering Giyuu, it's causing me undue stress)

There was little to amuse you in your secluded throne room underground.

Correction - there had been little to amuse you out of your throne room, so you had retreated back into your palace - and even then, was it a palace, when there were no servants, no great halls, no music, and no consort?

Just you - the Supreme Sovereign - and your throne made of roots and vines.

Which made it odd to hear a sound echo in your chamber. You feared nothing, no one, and your heart remained steady, not a beat out of place, your eyes closed as you rested from lifetimes of exhaustion.

“Who goes there?” you called out, not moving from your reclined position.

You were it to him, the holy grail of his searching - the Queen of Curses. Your name was feared enough that it had been scratched out from all written sources, the feats accredited to you terrifying… yet thrilling to Sukuna. He had needed to meet you, though he knew not why… A deep hunger for companionship, another who could stand at his level, who could reign with him from his Shrine, a craving so consuming he nearly went mad with his searching.

And he did find you, though hardly in the condition he thought he would.

“This is what You have become? The cynosure of all mortals reduced to a wretch.”

The voice was rough, forceful - distinctly male - though the tone held a hint of remorse and confusion. “All beauty is short-lived,” was all you said, a slight irritation churning your stomach for the first time in - decades, centuries, millenia? Who knows?

“Not for curses. We are eternal.” You felt the way cursed energy swirled around him - violent, and intense. It lashed out at your own, but like water parting around a blade, yours did too, accepting and redirecting the angry force, dispersing it, and eventually absorbing it. It was like taking a deep breath of fresh air after being suffocated under the weight of the world, a drop of water quenching a soul-deep thirst in the desert of life.

You opened your eyes and sat up properly as you studied him.

The man - curse - was tall, broad, and regal. A king would be a title befitting his posture. His hair was a light color you could hardly make out in the darkness of your abode. The dark marks adorning his face stood out starkly against his skin, as did the shape of the disfigured flesh on the right side of his face. Four gleaming eyes were focused on you, four arms relaxed at his sides.

This man was fascinating, and beautiful; he could easily sway the hearts of humans, bring them to their knees. Too bad you were not human.

“Join me, your Majesty.” Despite the wording, it was a plea. How odd.

“Who are you to ask anything of me?” You blinked slowly. You felt the way cursed energy swirled around him - violent, intense, … defensive, lonely. It enticed you, spoke to you in a language you understood all too well. It wasn’t in your nature to deny an honest request.

“Ryomen Sukuna, your Majesty,” he introduced himself. There was a sense of pride in the way he spoke, as if his existence was created, carved out, into the world by his own hands.

Perhaps Ryomen Sukuna would be the cure to your continued boredom.

You stood up from your throne, your figure hardly atrophied as your cursed energy kept you in peak form. The roots and vines retreated into the cave walls, leaving no trace of your royal seat, the chamber empty again for centuries to come.

“Very well.”

Living with Sukuna was hardly boring. Each day, you felt your apathy falling away as you spent time with the King of Curses, until you smiled freely in his presence. The day you realized he softened you to this degree came all too suddenly.

His cruelty to humans who sought to undermine him was but a flimsy curtain of who he truly was. Like a displeased cat, claws exposed, he scratched up those daring to approach him, but with you -

With you he was as playful and borderline affectionate as the tabby you used to feed back in your human days. It warmed your heart, and your cheeks, to feel his eyes on your figure. It made you feel unsteady on your feet. It made you question who was the ruler of the other, who held the power over the other; the power imbalance slowly became a balance - your energy dimmed by the way he could play you like a puppet.

All these feelings weaved together and knotted around your heart, snaring you in a complex web too tight to escape, exposing your throat to him like a delicacy to be gorged upon.

Only if you let him know, that is.

You somehow felt that a man like him wouldn’t settle, and more importantly, he was a man; just another one of the hordes who wanted a demure consort, you could bet. You were not a dainty flower he likely sought; you were a weed - growing strong despite the harshest of conditions, clawing out a place for your existence where there had been none before. The Curse of Curses.

So you buried those feelings like a female buried herself under layers of junihitoe - though you refused to wear that monstrosity despite the latest fashion in Japan, as all the fabric was too heavy for comfort. You made do with the yukata you stole from Sukuna’s wardrobe. It was definitely not because it smelled like him.

You kept away from the humans and the ruling in his Shrine, spending time with Uraume, him, or alone in the gardens - until you could not. He’d left you in charge of his Kingdom when he had business to do.

Human men were deplorable, thinking you were just a weak curse to be manipulated and slandered. You didn’t raise your voice at all, yet it shut everyone up in the hall - save for one local lord thinking himself too mighty to listen. No amount of flattery would have kept him alive after that. A wave of your hand made vines grow out of his guts - burrowing through his flesh as easily as tearing paper apart; sweet-smelling white flowers bloomed from the mess of red-coated plant matter in the middle of the chamber.

You sat in Sukuna’s throne of bones, regal and untouchable.

That was how he found you - presiding over his subjects like the Goddess you were, and bloody Spring sprouted in front of him, rubies glinting upon the stone floors like a grotesque decoration.

At first, he had wanted to study you - the Queen of Curses, the Supreme Sovereign, older than him, wiser, more powerful. Forgotten, yet not forgotten enough for him not to find any sources mentioning your title. He had been curious about you, and then he became curious about the feelings you evoked in him. Your presence in his home converted from an adornment into an emollient to him, smoothing the rough edges and softening the spikes of his defenses against you, yet you remained the centerpiece of his attention, even when you weren’t in his presence. He found himself thinking about you in all his waking moments.

“Everyone, out.”

He could not hide his devotion to you if he tried now - it had grown roots in his soul and fed off of his life-force, yet strengthened it twice as much. His heart was set ablaze every time he laid eyes upon your form, the blood in his veins searing hot, branding him from the inside - a slave to you forevermore.

And so he knelt at your feet, the bottom two of his arms supporting him as he leaned forward, his top pair carefully reaching for your foot and raising it to his face.

The King of Curses kissed your ankle, closing his eyes in silent worship to his Goddess, his World.

“Your Majesty,” he greeted you in a whisper, his lips caressing your skin.

Your eyes grew soft as you studied him, your posture proud but your expression fond. “Sukuna.”

Wet, hot tongue darted out to taste your skin, making you jolt and tear your leg from his grasp with pursed lips. The tabby was particularly impertinent today.

“You have no respect for your Queen, do you?”

“On the contrary, I hold all the respect for you.” His smirk was mischievous, he knew as well as you did neither of you were serious about this. Just a harmless teasing, if a bit skewed.

You used your foot to lightly push against his chest to tip him over onto his back - which he let you do, for he could have as easily resisted. Even falling down, he looked graceful. It made you feel warm inside your ribcage as you pushed a joyous smile down.

Sukuna turned the fall into a backwards roll, ending up on his knees again.

“At least you know your place - on your knees before me…”

“I-” he licked his lips, “I would gladly be on my knees for you all day, Your Majesty.”

Oh? It was your turn to give him a smile full of mischief as he slowly moved back to you. You remained silent.

“Has a cat got your tongue?”

Sukuna shuffled forward on his knees, his top pair of arms resting on the bones of his throne as he came even closer. Palms trailing to your thighs and covering them with his hands - an easy feat with his size.

You could do naught but marvel at the contrast of your limbs and his - each powerful and deadly in their own right, each in a different way. There was no tremor of fear in your muscles, only anticipation, even while he lightly spread your legs to fit his torso between them as you lounged on his throne.

“Let me feast on your nectar.” His voice, smooth like silk, a plea rather than an order, the nuance of his tone telling all you needed to know. He appeared unreadable to others, but he was as exposed and vulnerable as a newborn babe to you at this moment.

Even so, your lips parted in surprise at his request for you didn’t expect him to say it out loud at last. “Forward, aren’t you?”

His carmine eyes - all four of them - focused on yours with an intensity you were only just getting used to with him. Sukuna said nothing as he waited for your response.

The devil didn’t bargain, after all.

“Very well… Show me how you would worship your Queen, my King.”

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imoutoni · 1 year

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reticent-writer · 1 year

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Blood demon art: Botanical Garden P1, P2(current), P3, P4, P5, P6

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Akaza had no idea how he was going to get you back and Doma wasn't helping in the slightest (obviously).

"So, Mr. screw-up how are you going to get back the little angel. Muzan seemed pretty pissed that you encouraged his on and only kid to go out and get captured." Doma snickered. He loved watching Akaza get mad especially if he was the reason.

"I DIDN'T 'encourage' THEM, THEY ASKED A QUESTION AND I ANSWERED. HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW THEY WERE GOING TO ACTUALLY LEAVE."

Doma laughed at his outburst further angering Akaza to his boiling point. Akaza was mid jump before kokushibo caught him.

"You should focus on getting Y/n back not fighting."

*with y/n*

The kakushi that had found you decided to bring you to Kaguya's estate. You had no concept of time so you had no idea how long it's been since you've been gone.

Surely you father has noticed by now and is on the way to get you.

You were in a bamboo barrel still chained but at least the sun wasnt a threat.

Once you reached you destination you were thrown into a room, you thought you were in by yourself.

"Hello?" You called to not expecting a reply.

"Now who tied a child like that. Poor thing can't even move." A gently voice said. You normally would be shocked but your father taught you all he knew about the hashira.

Shinobu kocho. Butterfly hashira, shes not strong enough to behead a demon but her poison kill them.

She started to unravel you as you took in her features. You've been around demons all your life, it was weird to see such 'different' features.

"What's your name?"

"Y/n kibutsuji." You said as she finished unchaining you.

"Ah you have a monster as a father how is that like?" She asked.

no way she called your father a monster

"f-Father isn't a monster. He's intimidating." You got extremely defensive like you would pounce on her at any second.

If it were any other demon she would've killed you by now but since it was you she thought it was cute.

"Aww did I offend you I'm sorry to break it to you but your father is a monster." This time she said without a smile, looking you dead in the eyes.... She was scary.

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#gn reader #demon slayer x reader #kny x reader #child reader #x child reader #reticent writes #reticent writer #female reader #male reader #muzan x child reader

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mamayan · 7 months

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★Yobai☆

Mitsuri Kanroji x Fem! Reader x Obanai Iguro

Synopsis: Someone put a strange idea in your girlfriend’s mind, and she’s roped you into a night of passion to seduce the Snake Hashira for his birthday.

Blame @desi-the-blue-eyed-kakushi this is becoming a thing lol I may just need to do an entire series… Original idea and inspiration for yobai from @rottmntrulesall ♥️

Read Kyojuro here, and Sanemi here, for their yobai nights!

tw: MFF • Fem! Reader • Sub! Reader • 3some • Vaginal Sex • Praise/Overstimulation • Soft Dom! Mitsuri • Switch! Obanai • Mitsuri calls you plum •

When your lover Mitsuri told you about her idea for celebrating Obanai’s birthday, you hadn’t imagined it to look like this.

Where she even got such an idea was lost to you, as you watched the beautiful pink haired girl bounced on her heels in excitement. You looked around the neat space, not a single object out of place. The bed made, clothes hung or folded, and there were no other personal items to be seen except for a poorly attempted embroidered snake set against a dresser. Mitsuri had taught you the basics and encouraged you to make something of your own. You’d made that nearly a year ago, for his birthday last year. It felt wrong and invasive to be staring at his things like this.

“Mitsuri… are you sure this is—,” she interrupted your soft murmur, her excitement just too high as it draws nearer for Obanai’s return from the bath. You tried not to think too hard about the broken lock to his estate’s front doors, or the fact that you’d been dragged along into a crime no less, breaking and entering. Obanai being a stickler for rules, most likely won’t take to this very well but… You side eye Mitsuri, her cheeks flushed and smile bright in place. She didn’t look nervous at all, and that realization struck you with a sense of instability. Mitsuri was always bold, gentle and empathetic too, but she was confident about everything but herself it seemed. You selfishly liked to think your love aided in her self esteem though, as her love did for you.

You wanted to think it would be the same for Obanai. You knew he returned Mitsuri’s affections, obediently following her and eager for her praise and attention, but your relationship wasn’t the least bit similar. You weren’t sure if it was a good or bad thing.

“Oh! I should go see if he has any candles, that’s romantic isn’t it? If he has enough, I can make a heart with them!” Her declaration and grin, as if the idea was so ingenious she couldn’t fathom why she hadn’t thought of it earlier, made you pause before you could object.

“M—,” she was gone. You were alone in Obanai’s room now, and the man himself was due any moment for… whatever this was exactly. To seduce him? Mitsuri had certainly painted a romantic and erotic image in your mind when she’d had two fingers in your pussy, breathing salacious images for you to conjure as you drew nearer and nearer to your orgasm. You’d been too engrossed to think clearly, agreeing of course to the promise of pleasure and inclusion of the man you adored.

You were about to give way to your own cowardice and make a run for it when the shoji slid open.

You had to duck to avoid his blade, panic and adrenaline flooding your system at the unexpected but also anticipated fight which would arise from entering unannounced to a sword master’s home. It only took Obanai a moment to realize you weren’t some sort of burglar or demon awaiting him. His hair was still slightly damp, his bandages removed and face on full display as he stood before you in a plain yukata with his sword pointed at you. Kaburamaru peaking out from around his neck, tongue flicking out as if in greeting.

“(Y/N)…?” His confusion is quickly replaced with irritation.

“I could’ve killed you, what are you doing here? At this time of night? Are you an idiot?” His voice and tone are icy, glaring heterochromic eyes narrowed on you. His sword is quickly sheathed as he stomps towards you, and it’s all you can do to stutter out “w-wait!” before he can haul you out of his estate. Although it’s certainly embarrassing to you, and you’re more than a little anxious and self conscious, you knew it would do more damage to not speak up with honesty.

His grip on your upper arm isn’t painful, but he’s firm in his hold that you aren’t able to squirm free. He tries to ignore the way you being in his room has him heating up, intent on dragging you home to your own bed to sleep properly. You were the weaker of the two, between him and Mitsuri, therefore Obanai was more cautious in your safety. “You should know better,” his hand raised, finger pointed and almost touching your skin as you flinch back reflexively. You knew realistically this reprimand is exceedingly light for Obanai, as you’ve seen his true wrath unleashed for stupidity on lower ranked slayers in the corps. It didn’t stop your eyes from watering a little, your lip from wobbling, or Obanai from nearly stumbling away from you.

“I just wanted to tell you happy birthday…” his left eye twitched at your words. Kaburamaru moving down his arms and sliding to the floor, slithering away from the strange quarrel going on.

“You could’ve easily said it in the morning, don’t cry—,” his hiss of guilt and annoyance not the least bit gentle. “It’s the middle of the night idiot! You shouldn’t—,”

“Shouldn’t what?” Mitsuri’s appearance had the Snake Hashira nearly turning to stone.

“Mitsuri too…?” He felt his nerves lighting up. As they always did in her presence. It wasn’t the same comforting warmth which you gave him, the kind that relaxed and soothed. Mitsuri was crackling and commanding.

“I didn’t find any candles, but we can make it romantic with just us anyway.” She grinned, unconcerned about her property damage which Obanai would surely find later. She pressed both Obanai and you back, closing the shoji behind her as she entered the room fully. You noted the room seemed smaller like this.

“Mitsuri, you shouldn’t be here either, I’m aware you both now just want to say congratulations, and thank you, but—,”

“We didn’t come here to say happy birthday silly, we came here to show it, right plum?” Your nickname caught your attention as reality sank back in. Numbly you nodded, not looking up as you studied the wood polish beneath your feet. “Which means come here~” she cooed. You snapped to attention, heart rate skyrocketing as you nervously shuffled closer to her. Her jade eyes soft and promising as you looked into them.

Obanai stayed silent, watching in an odd sort of fascination the dynamic you both shared. He was envious of both of you ironically. The dominance Mitsuri held over you, and the submission you gave Mitsuri. He held his tongue though, unsure what he was supposed to do now. Though he trusted and loved you both dearly, he still struggled to say it and even show it physically.

Mitsuri led the room.

“You want to show Obanai how grateful you are for him being born, so why don’t you get on your knees plum, let us both see your pretty mouth.” You obeyed, shakily dropping to your knees and opening your mouth like Mitsuri loves. Obanai would never be able to remove the erotic sight from his mind again.

“She’s offering her mouth for you to fuck Obanai, are you going to deny her and make her sad?” He’s dazed and startled by Mitsuri’s change in tone, her beautiful eyes sharper and trained on him. Her hand is placed gently on your head, and you leave your own in your lap as you wait with an unsure mind.

“She’s nervous because you’re waiting…” you hear her murmur, but your eyes are trained on the sharp lines of his scars. When his eyes connect with yours, something dark passes through them, but he wordlessly begins untying his belt. His lips are set in a frown, but his cheeks are warm and flushed.

“Does she even deserve my cock though?” You nearly break and close your mouth, as Obanai grips his hard aching cock and positions it just before your lips. Not touching though. “She hasn’t asked for it at all.”

Your eyes widen. Mitsuri giggles.

“P-please, Obanai, I want you to fuck my mouth,” it felt as humiliating as always, just as flustered as when Mitsuri makes you beg.

He’d never admit it drove him wild, having you like this. Like he’d awoken to some sort of fever dream and conjured you up before him. Sitting with your mouth open, begging for his cock. This sort of thing only happened in novels he believed.

He grunts, sneering down at you and making the scars on his face more menacing. They seemed to enhance his features with his mood. “You asked,” he murmured, before sliding the tip of his cock in your mouth. He still smells a bit like soap, his taste neutral as he moans, muttering something beneath his breath before his lips are stolen aggressively by Mitsuri. He doesn’t mean to shove himself deeper in your mouth, but you relax and let his cock brush back and forth inside your mouth, getting a little deeper as time goes on.

A hand is on the back of your head, keeping if you from pulling away. The soft but firm touch familiar and letting you know it’s Mitsuri as Obanai’s cock dips a bit too deep and gags you. You can’t pull away despite choking, tears pricking your eyes even as your core throbs painfully. You want him inside of you, desperately, but this isn’t you leading so you stay where you are and let him continue ravishing your mouth.

“Mm, Obanai, aren’t you just adorable? Well? Does her wet little mouth feel good? Do you want her to make your pretty cock cum?” You shiver at her arousing choice of verbiage, her sly tone teasing as Obanai’s hips jerk and he groans low in his throat.

“Fuck, yes, Mitsuri, I want to fill her mouth.” His voice sounds strained as he works his cock at odd depths and varying speeds in your mouth, poking into your cheek as he watches the skin protrude before sinking back into your throat.

“Good boy, go ahead, today is your treat. Go on and cum for us Obanai.” He loses it, his balls drawing tight as he moans and releases into your mouth and down your throat messily.

You’re made to take it, struggling to breathe through your nose as he rocks his hips and the fine curls of his pubic hair kiss your nose. He finally pulls out, Mitsuri’s hand now running through your hair soothingly. “So good for us plum.” Your blurry vision flicks up to her figure, her words encouraging you as you lean against her leg offered in support.

“She did such a good job… doesn’t she deserve a reward Obanai?” You blink the tears away, a few escaping down your cheek as Obanai stares at the pathetic and arousing sight you make. Your clothes still intact but your face being covered in his cum and your own salvia doesn’t help your decency. He can’t help the warmth spreading through him again, as he drops the rest of his clothing and moves to grab you up.

You’re swung lightly onto the bed.

“She’s an idiot that deserves more punishment than this but…” he’s close, pressing you flat against the futon and nearly kissing you. “I guess I’ll be nice this time. Say thank you.” He smirks when you do, the sight so confident it fills your heart as you look at him. There had been time he’d rather lose a limb than reveal his face, and while it’d taken longer to show you himself, and even longer to feel completely comfortable, it feels worth it now. His eyes daring but soft, because even as he calls you foolish he’s equally supporting and helping you despite it.

Your clothing is almost torn as he removes it from you, hissing complaints when he snags a knot or forgets there is a button. You aren’t even given time to feel self conscious, only aware in the back of your mind this is the most intimate you’ve ever been with him.

“I love you.” It’s said so softly he nearly doesn’t hear it clearly.

He stills, and Mitsuri, who’d crawled up beside your head to sit and watch, let her eyes flick up to your face. You lay so sweetly beneath them both, allowing them full control of your body because you trust and love them. Mitsuri is silent, only internally squealing at the cute way you decided to confess, only reaching to thread her fingers with your own as show of support while Obanai processes your words.

“You…” he’s frowning, brows pulled together and it the sight yanks at a ball of anxiety bundled in the pit of your stomach. “Do you even understand—,” he goes to lay into you, but you already know where he wants to go.

“I love you Obanai!” Half naked and huffing indignantly, you glare at him with all the force of a rabbit. Mitsuri is forced to turn her head away to conceal the laugh which threatened to break free. Unlike her though, Obanai is happy to glare back and even manhandle you. His hand grips your jaw, smushing your cheeks as he points down at you.

“You don’t get to confess first, I do,” he’s immature at the oddest times, but you’re helpless against him because he’s red like an apple and breathing heavily.

“There’s no rule that says—hah!” He smashes his lips against yours, and you can’t help but compare his kiss to Mitsuri. Where she’s warm he’s cool, his body temperature actually lower than your own by a little, but his mouth is warm inside as he forces your lips open to slip his tongue inside.

When he pulls back, a string of saliva connects you both for a moment before breaking.

“Fuck, you… You’re mine, do you hear me?” His confession isn’t as loving or sweet as yours, but his claim is encompassing. His forehead knocks against your own, and for a brief second, you see the conflict and doubt war in his dual colored eyes.

He’s nervous and scared.

It seemed to ironically dissolve your own fear. Your arms moving, Mitsuri allowing your hand freedom, to wrap around Obanai’s neck and kiss him, deeply, as if your lips could proclaim your love better than your voice. It could. It was less about dominance and more about warming one another up, as you felt Mitsuri’s fingers softly massaging your scalp as you kissed him. Obanai letting you lead for a moment as you moaned, his hands caressing your body and back to working on removing your clothes.

Mitsuri helped, happy to get you naked like him, and pleased when his eyes locked with her.

“You too…” he looked to the side, “please…”

“Ufufu, of course, I can’t let you two have fun alone tonight at least. We need at least three for a birthday party.” Her movements were quick and efficient, stripping herself and revealing each creamy inch of skin and captivating two sets of eyes. She doesn’t hesitate to let her hair free of her braids, proudly crawling back onto the futon to lean over you, kissing you with all the familiar sweetness she encompasses.

“Pretty plum, how do you feel?” She’s whispering, but your heart soars as she checks in on you, looking for any signs of distress. You were nervous, but as she touches you, caressing you with familiar hands, Obanai watches. How could he not? He wants to both step away and let you both continue all night and squeeze himself between.

It’s his birthday today though. Clearly he wasn’t going to be on the sidelines.

“Come here,” Mitsuri encourages, bringing him in for a similar kiss, and grabbing his hand to trail up her body. You watch hungrily, as Mitsuri shivers and smiles while Obanai palms her heavy chest. Mitsuri showing him exactly what she likes as she kisses his face and up to his ear, whispering something likely wicked as he moans and drops his head.

Her hand wrapped around his cock, moving her hand over the pretty swollen tip, reddened and leaking as she pumps it. “Mitsuri,” he gasps, back hunching a bit as she coos. “Obanai is so pretty too, isn’t he plum? He still needs to reward you~” he hissed as she jerks him a bit tighter, the pain and pleasure waring now.

“So pretty,” you affirmed, transfixed by the image of Obanai looking so overwhelmed. It’s usually you in that position. It felt oddly nice to see it in reverse. His eyes snap to you, and it’s like the image from a moment ago was a lie as he smiles wickedly, his hand moving to cup your pussy as you jolt in surprise.

“I do need to reward her, don’t I plum?” The condescending tone he adopts when using the nickname Mitsuri gave you is devious. You don’t hate it though, not as Mitsuri releases him in favor of tormenting you now.

He drops to his chest, yanking your legs apart as Mitsuri leans over you to capture a nipple in her mouth.

“W-wait—!” Your head falls as your back arches, a warm wet tongue licking straight up your pussy as another swirls around your nipple and sucks.

You’re helpless to the pleasure and attention, drowning even. Obanai isn’t experienced, but he’s eager and observant to every twitch and moan you release. He can’t help it, licking up your dripping arousal and lavishing your clit with his tongue, moaning at your taste and his painfully hard cock. He hums in appreciation as you gasp, one finger now working you open as he licks and swirls around your hardened clit. “Obanai~” his name on your lips is a gift in itself, but he’d never tell you. Instead he slips another finger in, eyeing you from below as he sucks on your clit and works your tight cunt open with firm consistent stokes inside of you.

“Mm, look at you plum, are you feeling good?” You nod weakly, moaning as Mitsuri sucks a few marks onto your skin.

“Please, Mitsu, you too,” you jolted in pleasure as Obanai blows cool air on your pussy. Mitsuri smiles, giving you a quick kiss before shifting and swinging a leg over your face.

Obanai can only moan as he watches Mitsuri settle her own dripping cunt over your face, your lips parting to lick at her.

He’s nothing if not observant.

Your tongue swirls around her clit, as she rocks and grinds down against you, and you find Obanai copying the exact way you eat Mitsuri. When you suck her clit, he sucks yours, and when you lick and let Mitsuri ride your face, he nearly smothers himself in you.

You lose it, your end coming quickly as you hold Mitsuri’s hips as she rides and bucks against your face, her moans long and sensual. “So good sugar plum, your mouth feels so good~ how is it? Is Obanai just eating your pussy so good?” You can’t even pull away to tell them you’re coming. Only able to weakly tap Obanai’s shoulder, but with his head between your legs, he’s hardly paying attention.

You cum, body shaking and locking up as your eyes roll back and the knot in your stomach snaps.

“Oh fuck,” he pulls away for a second to breathe, realizing your convulsing is your orgasm, and watching as you twist and moan into Mitsuri’s pussy. Your cunt soaking the futon beneath you as you try to scoot away from all the pleasure.

Mitsuri sits up, twisting around and settling again over you face, so she could face Obanai properly now.

“What’s wrong dear? Aren’t you going to fuck her pussy too?” He’s stunned by Mitsuri’s erotic display, pinching her breasts as she rides your face, moaning as you lick and suck greedily.

He more gentle spreading your legs wider, slotting himself in between to line his cock up with your tight entrance. He’d never admit to being nervous, but his eyes speak louder than words as they look to Mitsuri.

“Here, let me help~” she leans forward, bringing Obanai forward too with an arm around his neck while her other hand grips his cock and lined him up to your entrance again. “Now push,” she whispers, kissing his lips with so much love and encouragement, he melts. His tip breaches you, and your gasp and moan beneath Mitsuri encourages him further as he slowly lets himself sink inside.

“Ngh, shit, how are you so tight?” He’s panting when his hips finally touch your ass. His question rhetorical, as he slowly slides out, choking in pleasure as your gooey walls cling to his cock and try to deny him exit.

He sets a slow and somewhat experimental pace, grunting as you clamp down when Mitsuri teasingly twists a nipple. “So cute plum, doing so good, hah, taking his cock.” She’s close, and you can tell by how her powerful thighs lock up around your head, her weight becoming more evident as she fully relaxes. You can only grip her thighs and encourage her to let more weight rest on you. Too overwhelmed by the thick stretch and slight burn of Obanai’s cock piercing you.

It hurt but it felt good too. Especially when someone thumbs at your clit softly, rubbing and rolling it as you buck and moan back.

It’s not fast, as Mitsuri rocks her hips and Obanai thrusts into you, but the slowly building orgasm is enough to leave you light headed and struggling for sanity.

“Oh, plum I’m going to cum, hn~!” Her head thrown back and breasts bouncing, Mitsuri’s slick soaks your face as you lick and drink her down. Her skin reddened and sweaty by the passion building.

“I need to cum too,” Obanai’s moans becoming louder, his thrusts more sloppy and forceful as you get wetter and more vocal. Mitsuri comes down from her high before moving off of you, kissing Obanai before laying down beside you both to toy with your chest and kiss you. Obanai opts to grip your hips tight as he fucks you, the loud wet squelching of your pussy sucking him in driving him further as he groans. His tip repeatedly slamming into the spongey section of your cunt and driving you wild as you claw at his arms.

“s’too much! n-no m’gonna cum please, please let me, hii!” You squeal as tears falls, coming apart as Obanai meanly pinches your clit and throws you over the edge.

“Cum then, ah, fuck, m-me too!” His sweat drips down his nose and onto your chest as he watches your face, committing it to memory as your face twists in pleasure. Your cunt impossibly tight as it grips him as he finishes, pulling out just before his hot cum comes rushing.

He covers your chest and face shamelessly.

Mitsuri chuckles when a few drops hit her too, even thumbing a bit to slip into her mouth for Obanai to watch.

“Obanai, you taste sweet!”

He drops beside you, sandwiching you between him and Mitsuri. Like Mitsuri had done, he thumbs up a thick collection of his cum to press against your lips and force you to taste him. “Cute…” he mutters softly, looking more relaxed and sleepy.

You don’t fight it, sucking the appendage as moaning as you realize he really is a bit sweet, followed by somewhat salty and mildly bitter. You lazily suck his finger until he grows bored and pulls it free, wiping the saliva on your cheek and snickering when you whine.

“Happy birthday~ don’t fall asleep yet, I want to ride you next!” It’s your turn to snicker, watching the way his eyes go wide with a hint of worry and sleepiness.

He’d soon find out Mitsuri’s appetite is insatiable. You relaxed, happy to watch him get overwhelmed for now.

“Happy birthday Obanai,” you smile at him, loving how his face reddens further but he smiles back.

“Senjuro-kun!” Mitsuri was running towards the young boy sweeping the front porch, his eyes widening as he takes in the Hashira.

“Kanroji-sama, good afternoon,” he vows politely, smiling at the good natured slayer.

“What brings you here?” He asks curiously, eyeing what appeared to be a bento in her hands.

“I brought you lunch as a thank you! You really are a natural match maker you know?! It’s like love just flows so freely through you!” Her gushing attracts the attention of his older brother, who begins to open his mouth and greet his friend before he realizes what she’s gushing about.

He waits patiently until Mitsuri takes her leave, bento in his hands as he feels the looming presence of his older brother.

“Ah… I swear this time I didn’t mean to.”

“This time?”

“…” Kyojuro would need to speak with the women in their neighborhood, their gossip seemingly no good for a young boy’s ears.

#did it again Senjuro #cinnamon roll fem! dom’s drive me wild #but at what cost?#Kyojuro for sure is gonna mother hen those aunties for not filtering their words #happy birthday Obanai #I struggled to finish #I’m so dead tired today lol #rip my body #Obanai Iguro #obanai x reader x mitsuri #Obanai x you #obanai x y/n #Obanai x y/n x Mitsuri #Obanai smut #Obanai Mitsuri smut #Obanai kny #kny smut

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╭﹐❣︎﹕ I Like You ﹒〣 ﹕‹𝟹 － 𝖲𝖠𝖭𝖤𝖬𝖨 𝖲. 𝖴𝖹𝖴𝖨 𝖳. 𝖸𝖮𝖱𝖨𝖨𝖢𝖧𝖴 𝖳. 𝖦𝖨𝖸𝖴𝖴 𝖳.

cw/tw. fluff, angst, black!reader, hashira!reader

an. should i make this a two parter? 👀 Also you’re the Moon Hashira.

summary.- they start to realize their feelings for you.

𝖲𝖠𝖭𝖤𝖬𝖨 𝖲𝖧𝖨𝖭𝖠𝖹𝖴𝖦𝖠𝖶𝖠

★ 𝖱𝗂𝗏𝖺𝗅𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖫𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌

Last thing you remembered was Sanemi holding the box before stabbing his sword through it. You stood there with a side glare watching everything unfold, you so badly wanted to face the bastard on but you were already in enough trouble with the master and everyone else. You clenched your fist around your sword lifting it from its holder debating if you should disobey yourself and protect Nezuko, seeing Sanemi laugh in Tanjiro’s face made your blood boil, you snarled at the sight lifting your sword out more but a hand stopped you. You looked over towards Tomioka who shook his head, “Don’t.” He softly mumbled, you furrowed your eyebrows letting your hand relax but when you heard Tanjiro scream you snapped your head towards his direction,

“Whoever harms Nezuko answers to me! I don’t give a damn if you’re one of the Hashira!” He yelled, Sanemi chuckled in response, ripping his sword out of his box splashing the blood off his blade moving his gaze towards you, “I’m surprised to see you here..(Y/N).” You gripped tighter around your handle growling at his tone as he grinned, “You protecting this demon girl goes against the rules. But you already know that..you are a Hashira after all,” He chuckled, right before he was about to stab the box again you were quick to get there.

You withdrew your sword and in a flash you stood in front of Tanjiro pointing your sword towards him with a dark glare, “Why don’t you be reasonable for once and listen jackass. Nezuko hasn’t eaten a human the entire time I was with them, she would never hurt or think about doing it you damn bastard.” You snarled moving your sword more forward as Sanemi glared at you with a shit eating smirk, “Yeah? But what if she does eat a human? That boy and this girl will both be executed as well for you and Tomioka receiving a punishment. Isn’t that right Tomioka?” He questioned staring at the water Hashira who kept a stern look with a scowl on his face,

“He’s right (Y/N). If she does manage to eat a human we’ll have no other choice but to kill them and punish you and Tomioka.” Shinobu added, staring at the brown box that was held into his hand, you scoffed, “And I'm willing to take the consequences for it. Kill me, punish me, I don't give a damn what you do, I'll protect these two like they’re my own.” Staring into your eyes you weren’t lying nor bluffing, you were dedicated to do anything for them, you swore you would protect them and that’s what you were gonna do. Sanemi scoffed, “If that’s the case then i should just behead you then, you and that mouth always pissed me off.” He gripped his sword in hand also lifting it towards your neck placing it onto your skin feeling the blades scratch against it, from afar you heard Tanjiro snarl as he fought against the kakushi standing up from the ground glaring at him, “You bastard!” He yelled dashing towards Sanemi who looked up at him taking his guard away from you, this gave you the chance to drop your sword onto the rubble ground quick to grab his scared arm pulling him close to you, giving you the perfect distance to head butt him.

He stumbled back from the harsh impact growling in pain staring at you with a look that could kill, “Why you little-“ He was interrupted when Tanjiro came flying in also head butting him knocking him and himself to the ground. You stared down at the white haired Hashira, squatting down gripping his hair, lifting him up to glare into his eyes as he glared into yours, you leaned down a little, “You answer to me for now you got that? Lay a finger on them and I'll kill you.”

Ever since the Hashira’s meeting you and Sanemi have both been avoiding each other. He hasn’t seen you nor has you seen him and you were gonna keep it that way, you of course went instantly to check on Nezuko after the whole accident worried as shit but your worries we’re drowned when you heard she was fine and she’s been sleeping the whole time after the incident. It’s been 2 weeks since all of it happened and you and Sanemi were still avoiding each other, but when you guys do come across paths you would shoot him a dirty look purposely bumping into his shoulder hearing a snarl leave him with a shit eating grin on your face. He was honestly getting sick of your attitude but soon that changed when this unknowingly feeling came..

It all started when one day you guys got assigned to do a mission together. Obviously you were against it but from masters orders you obeyed not willing to argue or get in trouble with him..again. Surprisingly the whole time it was quiet between you both, you didn’t say anything nor did he say anything, on the way there to the location your crow said to go there was a strange noise coming from a distance. You and Sanemi both stopped to hear closely enough to what it was, it sounded like a group of people coming this way. Almost in a flash you were pinned against a tree in the shadows with Sanemi close to you, you furrowed your eyebrows ready to protest but turned into a muffle when he put his hand on your mouth keeping you from talking. You lifted your arm to rip his hand away but in swiftness he grabbed your wrist also pinning it to the bark giving you no choice but to stay there with a irritated look,

He felt your glare being on him, quietly sighing. “Stop throwing me glares you damn brat, we’re not supposed to be seen by anyone. Did you forget?” His deep voice sent shivers down your spine feeling his breath hit your ear lobe, you sucked in a big breath but nodded your head not causing anymore disruptions, he grinned, “Good girl.” He said teasing, making you scoff, shaking your head but not going past how you got butterflies hearing the praise. Hearing the footsteps fade away, he looked to check out if there were any more people coming by. When he noticed no one else was coming he sighed in relief letting your wrist go, uncovering your mouth. Instead of getting mad at him and tryna cuss him out you just stood there feeling things after what happened, your breath hitched as the moment from seconds ago replayed in your head.

For some reason you missed his warmth when he was close to you…you were missing it. And your eyes couldn’t stop staring at his lips..didn’t you hate the guy?? Why are these feelings forming? Oh no…are you starting to have feelings for him?? Sanemi turned back to you to tell you to continue forward but stopped seeing how your whole body language changed. He raised a brow in response, it was quiet between the both of you with crickets and other insects chirping through the night, you blinked a couple of times before coming back to reality pushing him away from you getting off the tree fixing your Kamodo, “We should get going.” You mumbled, starting to walk ahead without waiting for him, as confused as Sanemi was, he didn't bother to question it, clicking his tongue in response, feeling this butterfly feeling in his stomach he followed you.

And this is where he started to realize he was indeed starting to like you.

Sanemi laid onto his futon still thinking about what happened on the mission. He couldn’t stop thinking about how close you guys were and you staring at his lips, your beautiful (E/C) eyes staring at you with those plumped kissable lips..ugh he groaned irritated,

“Fuck you (Y/N).”

𝖴𝖹𝖴𝖨 𝖳𝖤𝖭𝖦𝖤𝖭

★ 𝖥𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖫𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌

“Now, remember what i told you three. Please be careful, and if you guys need any help-“

“If we encounter a demon send out a crow, yes we know (Y/N). You don’t have to worry about us, we'll be okay.” Tanjiro reassured you by watching how worried you were, and sighed softly. “How can i not worry when there could possibly be an upper moon out there? Just please if anything happens don’t hesitate to call for me, all of you.” You glanced towards Inosuke and Zenitsu and back to Tanjiro who smiled, “Trust me, we’ll be safe for your sake and ours. Don’t worry!”

“Yeah! Don’t worry about us (Y/N)! I’ll make you proud when I find this demon!” Inosuke yelled proudly, softly smiling in return from his passionate mood you patted his head, Zenitsu also nodded his head in agreement, “Yeah, we’ll be fine, just worry about doing your job and not getting yourself killed.” He added on, they were right they’ll be fine (Y/N) you’ve seen how they can fight on their own..they’ll be fine.

They’ll be okay.

It’s been a good three days since the three went to their assigned houses and you couldn’t help but be worried sick for them, you had a bad feeling there was an upper moon here you felt it in your gut, you and Tengen were both ontop of the roof patrolling over the houses to see if any activities of demons are in sight, you were standing staring into the calm night as Tengen sat besides you sensing your nervousness. By the way you kept shifting from one foot to another made you completely obvious, he sighed, “You know, you worry too much.” He said, your breath hitched looking down at him who continued looking into the night, you clicked your tongue facing back to the sky, “You think so?” You questioned and he nodded his head, huffing standing up as well now turning his attention to you, “Ever since we left those three brats you’ve been nothing but worried about them. I’m sure they’re doing fine.” You turned your gaze back to his, glancing into his red eyes as he looked back into your (E/C) eyes sighing. “I can't really help it. They mean too much to me for me to just not care about them, they look up to me as their big sister and i’m not gonna discard that title to them. I have a gut feeling that an upper moon is here, ever since we got here i had a weird feeling about this place.” You huffed rubbing your arms up and down, Tengen almost looked surprised by the confession, you really took that title to the extreme huh?

But was he really that surprised about how you’re acting? Ever since that day when he seen you at the butterfly mansion he seen how protective you looked when he insulted the three. You were really an interesting girl, in response he grinned placing a hand on his hip, “You really care about them that much, huh?” You nodded your head, “Of course, i would do anything for them.” You smiled looking away from him as he hummed staring into the dark night. He also realized how different your uniform was from the rest of three, we’re you also a Hashira? He hasn’t seen you around before, “Are you perhaps a Hashira?” He questioned breaking the silence, now your secret was up. You thought he wouldn’t notice but maybe you were too obvious, you softly sighed nodding your head, “(Y/N) (L/N), the moon Hashira. I didn’t think i was gonna be that obvious.” You chuckled side glancing at him hearing a low chuckle leave him as well, “Well that makes you even more interesting, how come i’ve never you seen you around before?” You shrugged your shoulders, “Im not really around that much at headquarters, you’ll be lucky enough to catch me passing by back to my room. It’s nothing too much,” Tengen nodded his head with a hum, “Welcome to the team then, (Y/N).”

Butterfliesssssss.

You smiled softly, “Thank you.”

Ever since that night, you guys had became closer. More talkative with one another, and more friendly with each other, you have to admit you were gaining interest into him. I mean how couldn’t you? Once you got to know him you viewed him differently, he’s still a cocky ass nigga but other than that he’s really sweet to you more sweet than the three brats he loves to call them. Every night when patrolling over the houses you guys would crack jokes every now and then, having interesting conversations. “Wait wait so you’re telling me, when you first met that boar kid you actually thought it was a real life boar?.” He questioned with a grin as you rolled your eyes pushing him away with a small laugh, “Yeah! I mean I think it was just because i was exhausted, plus i was getting thrown around into different rooms for an hour straight. I still don’t understand why he wears the thing, it creeps me out.” You shrugged staring into the sky watching the stars shine through the night, Tengen chuckled himself. “But other than that I grew to get used to it.“ You sighed, turning your head to stare at him as he was already staring at you. It was quiet between you both, it wasn’t an uncomfortable silence instead it was more comfortable, but getting flustered from the long eye contact you looked away pushing some of your hair back.

You don’t know why but you were starting to like him and luckily for you he was starting to like you as well. After this mission he was definitely gonna ask the question of if you wanna be his fourth wife, you can even meet Hina, Suma and Makio, he has a feeling they’ll have a good liking of you. Especially Makio,

It was the fifth day of the mission and currently you, Inosuke and Tanjiro were talking about what Inosuke saw. He was doing these weird gestures making you both heavily confused on what he was trying to say, “Inosuke slow down please and calm down-“

“CALM DOWN?! I'M TRYING TO SHOW YOU GUYS WHAT I SAW!” You sighed in defeat about to talk but Tanjiro beat you to it, “Let’s just wait till Mr. Uzui and Zenitsu comes, then we’ll-“ He got interrupted, “Zenitsu isn’t gonna be joining us.” You three both looked towards were Tengen was, where the hell did he come from? And what the hell does he mean?. “What do you mean he won’t be joining us?.” You questioned standing up staring at the back of his head, you heard Tengen sigh almost sadly, “Zenitsu has gone missing.” Missing? Your breath hitched, “Missing? What do you mean missing Uzui?” He kept quiet which made you confused and slightly irritated, “Uzui answer the question.” You mumbled walking towards the taller Hashira who still kept quiet, him keeping quiet like this was making your blood boil. He wasn’t answering nor saying anything, your hands clenched and unclenched due to anger starting to take over, Tanijiri saw this from afar standing up to try and get ahold of you to calm you down, “Wait (Y/N) let’s talk about this-“ He was interrupted by a flinch when saw you force Uzui to look at you, you glared into his eyes as he stared into yours, “Answer the goddamn question Tengen. What do you mean Zenitsu is missing.”

He sighed, closing his eyes, avoiding to look into your anger ones, “After last night I lost all communication with him, I feel bad for dragging you four into this. I was too worried into saving my wives. I forgot the point of the mission.” Wait..wives? He has a wife? wait no he said wives..so does that mean he has more than one? Your heart started to race, feeling your stomach drop, due to hearing that one of your little brothers was missing and the other that you were liking an already taken man. Not hearing a single thing being heard from you, he brought his eyes back to you to see hurt and anger linger in them, he opened his mouth to speak but closed it, sighing in response. “I’m sorry but I'm gonna continue this mission on my own, those two are too weak to fight if it’s an upper moon. Take them back to headquarters,” With that he vanished into thin air leaving you to stare where he currently was,

Tanjiro could smell the sadness and anger that was lingering around you, he went to grab your hand but you turned away from him, “Are you okay (N/N)?)

“I’m fine. Let’s just go find Zenitsu.”

𝖸𝖮𝖱𝖨𝖨𝖢𝖧𝖨 𝖳𝖲𝖴𝖦𝖨𝖪𝖴𝖭𝖨

★ 𝖲𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖫𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌

Yoriichi Tsugikuni. He was a strange man, he was quiet and not so talkative with anyone. So when you were first introduced to the others he was the only one who didn’t greet you during the entire thing, the others reassure you that Yoriichi wasn’t a very talkative person and is very stoic which you completely understood not bothering to talk to him or force him. But you’ve made friends with other Hashira’s Enjuro who was the flame Hashira, Takeshi who was the wind Hashira, Shin who was the thunder Hashira, Yusuke who was the water Hashira, and more, they were all wonderful people making you guys instantly click.

But there was one thing that was bothering you and it was Yoriichi. You really wanted to talk to him or try to get to know him, so your new goal was to try to talk to him! It was later in the evening and you just gotten done eating dinner heading back to where you were sleeping when something catches your eye making you stop in your tracks, you hummed to yourself as you saw a figure in the distance training by themselves, you were gonna head back but the way their movements made you go into a trance. It was so satisfying watching how they moved in sync with their sword, and breathing techniques, soon enough the movements came to a stop as the person placed his sword back into its holder. You squint your eyes to see if you could figure out who it was..he was wearing a red Kamodo, red and black sword, long red and black hair- wait was that who you thought it was? Maybe you were blind but you could have swore that was Yoriichi, maybe you were trippin. Right when you we’re about to walk away Yoriichi turned around to come in contact with you, his hard red eyes staring into your (E/C) eyes making you stop in your tracks.

Fuck! I wasn’t trying to get caught!. You gulped down that lump in your throat what the fuck should i do? Should i say hi? Should i just walk away?? You thought but without realizing you brought your hand up and waved at him, oh my god this is so embarrassing why did i wave at him?! You were mentally freaking out to yourself as you both continued to hold that eye contact expecting him to ignore you and walk away acting like nothing happened but instead…he gave you a small smile nodding his head. You don’t know why but that same night as you were laid in your futon staring at the ceiling you couldn’t stop thinking about the response he gave you, butterflies were starting to roam around your stomach as your heart began to beat fast just thinking about the small moment you both shared.

He smiled at me..

You smiled to yourself hugging your pillow. That’s some progress done..now on to actually talking to him, it took you a few days…cough a week to courage up and talk to him..too embarrassed about that night but you managed! Walking through the front lawn you spotted him in the training circle that was circled with lights shining light around the area, walking carefully through the path not trying to be too loud or distract him of some sort. Coming to an end with his training placing his sword back into its holster he turned around to spot you making your way towards him, for some reason finally seeing you after that night made his heart race but he had to keep his composure so he just stared at you as you made your way over.

Time for the hard time, what the duck do i say? “Hi Yoriichi i was wondering if i could train with you?” Ew no.. “Hey! I was coming over to check on you.” That’s also a no..ugh just be yourself (Y/N), he won’t mind just be yourself. Clearing your throat you looked into his eyes, nervously waving your hand, “Uh hi..” Yoriichi stared at you with a soft look but not saying a thing. You began to become fidgety from the awkward silence clearing your throat. “Is it okay if I train with you? You don’t have to say yes I just need a sparring partner,” You asked, staring into his eyes as he nodded his head almost in an instant which made a smile form. “Wait really?!” And again he nodded his head with a smile of his own making your heart rate increase,

The sparing training actually went well and it was fun! You learned more about his breathing technique and how it works and his swordsman skills were amazing. In a blink of an eye he could have his sword pointing towards your neck without making it obvious…which happened to you multiple times but you had him in some times! Just sometimes he may or may not have the upper hand but still! It was past hour, and you and Yoriichi we're still training with each other you were over here breaking a sweat while he looked squeaky clean. The score was currently 3 - ….35 but no one has to know that, Yoriichi was silently smiling to himself watching you pant with your sword laid next to you as you were also laid on the ground, this was absolute bull there was no way this guy isn’t breaking a sweat right now. You lifted your head to meet with his eyes as he had a smile on his face, and there it was again..that smile he did the other night that made you go insane in your room.

Ugh this is so embarrassing, how the hell did i manage to become a Hashira compared to him? You didn’t realize you were talking aloud to yourself till you heard Yoriichi footsteps make their way towards where you laid, “You became a Hashira because you were chosen to. Never look down on yourself,”. A soft gentle voice spoke out, you felt yourself freeze turning your head to look at Yoriichi. Did he just speak? Is he talking to me?? He chuckled once more, “Yes i’m talking to you,” How the hell can he understand what i’m saying?!? Is he secretly a mind reader? Again Yoriichi kept that same smile on his face shaking his head, “No i am not a mind reader, you’re talking out loud.” Oh. “Oh..WAIT I WAS?!” Nice going (Y/N) you’re just embarrassing yourself even more, before you could even think about burying yourself deep in a hole and never coming back out a hand patted you on top of your head taking you out of your trance.

You looked up at Yoriichi who looked down at you with soft eyes, “Let’s continue training yeah? I can teach you another moon breath technique.” He was making your tummy do flips and tricks and you’re pretty sure if it was possible you would’ve been red as a tomato, you smiled in response picking up your sword in hand,

“I would like that.”

𝖦𝖨𝖸𝖴 𝖳𝖮𝖬𝖨𝖮𝖪𝖠

★ 𝖥𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖫𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌

“She’s still going at it, huh?” Zenitsu asked hearing Tanjiro sigh sadly nodding his head, “She’s been out there for the past 2 hours now, ever since she was released she’s been training.” It was true, ever since Shinobu released you, you’ve been non stop training ignoring her words, “Now, promise me you won’t train or do anything. For at least a month so your injuries can heal.” She stated clearly as you rolled your eyes, “You’re acting like i’m gonna disobey your rules,” She sighed, shaking her head, “It’s because you always do. Just this once (Y/N) don’t be stubborn and listen to me. You’re the moon Hashira and we can’t lose you.” And yet you didn’t listen to her, you wanted to get better and stronger, you wanted to not be weak.

The mission with the upper six was a complete disaster, you were useless during the entire thing. You were weak during the entire time, if it wasn’t for Tengen and Tanjiro saving you from Gyutaro you would’ve been dead by now. Ever since Kyojuro died you’ve been nothing but weak, you’ve lost your strengths, you’ve lost everything and now you aren't gonna stop till you get back to that strong (Y/N) you were before. You were a Hashira dammit. The two boys watched you from afar as you slashed the three demon dummies heads with one of your moon breathings,

This time it was slow as ever groaning at the speed distance. Cmon dammit! You’re just getting slower and slower by the day. You heaved heavily as you gripped your sword in hand getting ready to do another attack, you breathed in feeling your heart race dashing towards the dummy when you were close to it you jumped in the air high swinging your sword. Moon breathing second form, dashing eclipse! A mist of black flowed out of your sword as you dashed towards the dummy disappearing into thin air before coming close to its head, slicing it off landing behind the stand stumbling to your knees. Fuck..your body was starting to reach its limit, everywhere started to ache and you felt like your wounds are gonna reopen soon if you don’t stop.

But you just couldn’t..you couldn’t stop now. You still have so much work to do to get to your goal you can’t quite, you won’t quite. You hissed using your sword to stand yourself back up facing another demon dummy, you legs were becoming wobbly as well as your vision starting to blur, you breathed in gripping the sword handle getting ready do another attack, moon breathing first form..moon danc- Your breath got caught in your throat feeling a presence standing beside you and a hand on your sword, “That’s enough.” A voice spoke, you looked over to spot Giyu looking at you with a stern look. You tried to move your sword out of his grasp but due to you being weak your strength wasn’t all the way there making it easier for him to hold it in his grasp, you scoffed. “Buzz off Tomioka, you don’t tell me what to do.” You scowled glaring into his water eyes as he simply just stared at you sighing in response, “Stop being so reckless and rest. You’re still wounded,” Again you scoffed tugging one more tug using your remaining strength to take your sword out of his grasp, stumbling a little, “I’m fine okay? See? Perfectly fine,” You said throwing your arms in the air, Tomioka didn’t believe it one bit you had scars over your body, nose, arm, legs, there were bruises forming, you were wobbly and he can see some blood seeking through the white Kamodo, your wounds reopened.

Not realizing your wounds had reopened, you stumbled back to get ready for another attack. But the way your vision was becoming blurry and your stomach aching more than it was before, you dropped your sword lazily placing a hand on your stomach feeling blood soak through your Kamodo, “Fuck..” In a second you went unconscious from lost blood, before you could hit the ground Tomioka caught you in swiftness laying your head on his arm, he tsk. “Tch, you can never listen to anyone can you.” He mumbled, you breathed softly as you were knocked out cold. He faced his attention to the bloody wound that was leaking, without much thought he picked you up bridal style and brought you to the butterfly mansion.

A week later

It’s been a week since the accident happened and ever since you’ve been unconscious Tanjiro, Zenitsu and Inosuke made sure to come visit you leaving you your favorite flowers, staying with you for a little before getting reported to go on a mission..and unexpectedly Tomioka also visited you..almost the entire time you were unconscious. Day and night he made it his routine to visit you, even if it was for five minutes he still wanted to see you, it was strange to see him like this. Shinobu found it extremely suspicious of his actions whenever she would come in to check on you, she one time found him asleep one night besides you on the chair. It was weird but she caught on with him…he likes you but try’s so hard to not make it obvious.

At least to her.

It took awhile for you to actually wake up but when you did you were caught by a surprise. You woke up to the sun beaming through the curtains groaning from the brightness, you sat up slightly but stopped feeling a head on your lap. You furrowed your eyebrows looking down to spot the familiar black haired. Your breath hitched from the sudden surprise not knowing if you should wake him up or not…but he looked so peaceful. His warm skin shining bright through the sun, his hair slightly fluffed out and a mess, he looked so cute, you softly sighed to yourself placing your bandaged hand on top of his head playing with his hair. You swore you felt him move more against your hand when he felt your hands on top of it,

For a moment it was peaceful, the birds chirping through the sky, the bright sun shining down with a blue sky. After a few minutes or so Shinobu arrived with a tray of fresh bandages, when she looked up she was caught with a surprise, you were awake and Tomioka was still there from before. “(Y/N)..you’re awake?” Hearing her soft voice occur through the room you turned your attention to the insect Hashira, “How long have i been asleep for?” Shinobu sighed looking down, “Almost two weeks, if Tomioka hadn’t stopped you that night you would’ve gone into a coma for a month or two due to your wounds, loss of blood and no energy in your system. (Y/N) I told you to stay away from training till you were done recovering, you’re lucky he was there to stop you.”

And here comes the scolding, you grumbled to yourself looking down to face the sleeping Hashira that was on your lap sighing in frustration, “I just couldn’t help it okay? Ever since Kyojuro I..” You stopped mid way, breathing out sadly, Shinobu saw how your era changed with swiftness, you were upset, you were angry, you were feeling so many emotions at once. She set down the tray next to your bed touching your arm softly, “It’s been rough on you i understand, you were his former Tsugoku it’s been hitting hard on you. Just please, take it easy on yourself, no training and I mean that.” She stated clearly, you huffed rolling your eyes, “Yeah yeah wtv.” Right before Shinobu was about to scold you for your attitude you both turned your head hearing Tomioka groan softly shifting on your lap but staying asleep.

Shinobu grinned seeing how your gaze was soft and gentle looking at him with your hands playing in his hair, she knows those eyes…the same eyes that shouted being lovesick, “He likes you, you know.” You swore you felt your heart start beating fast, you couldn’t help that stupid smile form on your face hearing that..in all honesty youve been gaining some type of interest for him. It all started when a mission happened..it was overnight due to a snow storm happening, you two ending up in a cabin that luckily still had the perfect resources. It all happened when you guys were sleep..for some reason you guys were cuddling up with each other with his hands wrapped around your waist and head in between your neck. You bit your bottom lip from the memory continuing to look down at him,

“He likes me?”

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nejiverse · 10 months

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HOPELESSLY IN LOVE

Tanjiro Kamado

In which Tanjiro comes back from his battle in the swordsmith’s village. Fem! Hashira! Reader

cw: kissing, tanjiro is so so in love

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"Pardon my asking but this is the sixth time you've sighed since we left the village. Is something the matter?", the female Kakushi asked a she tugged on the carriage.

Tanjiro was brought out of his thoughts by the woman's voice and he rubbed the back of his head sheepishly at the fact that she was able to count the amount of times he has sighed.

"It's nothing really...Y/n's gonna kill me when she sees all these bandages", he sulked. He tried to make it so he'd come with minimal wounds and bandages but clearly the demons he was fighting had other plans.

"Ah i've heard a lot about Y/n-san but have never gotten the luxury of meeting her", she responded. "I take it you two are close?".

Tanjiro stiffened and let his hands fall onto his lap in tight fists. "Yeah!", he exclaimed, a light shade of pink creeping onto his cheeks uninvited. "S-she's my girlfriend", he stammered.

They only recently put a label on their relationship and Tanjiro was still very flustered when referring to Y/n as his girlfriend. Everyone found it very endearing though.

"Oh wow I would've never guessed", she chuckled.

Tanjiro smiled serenely and before he knew it, his head was filled with thoughts of her. Her voice that spoke affirmations to him, her hands that always cradled his head when he was upset, her face that if he were to begin telling of her angelic features he would never stop.

"No one would. She's way out of my league", he lightly chuckled.

"Ah! I didn't mean it like that! Y/n-san just doesn't strike me as the romantic type".

Tanjiro's laugh grew louder. "She's really good at pretending, that's why".

Like the time he knew she was feeling sick but she constantly denied it saying she was perfectly fine and went on a mission anyway which ended up with Tanjiro carrying her all the way back. Or the other time she pretended she was fine the minute after a battle when really there was a gaping wound in her stomach.

It was her specialty to say the least.

"But even so I like to believe I survived this battle because of this", he held up his wrist which had a ribbon tied around it that was the same pattern as Y/n's kimono.

Tanjiro shook his wrist around in the air comically. "Are you..looking?", he cocked his to the side cutely. He was still blindfolded so he couldn't see.

The Kakushi woman laughed at his antics. "Yes I am".

He put his wrist down and fiddled with the ribbon. "She gave it to me so I wouldn't miss her but I like to believe it's a goodluck charm more than anything".

He couldn't wait to see her again.

After a while— a long while in Tanjiro's opinion— they arrived at the butterfly mansion.

"Thank you for bringing me back", Tanjiro thanked the Kakushi lady as his blindfold was taken off.

"You're very welcome", she bowed...except she was in front of him.

Tanjiro was curious as to who exactly took off his blindfold for him, and before he could even attempt to turn around, he felt a head rest on his shoulder and two arms wrap around his torso.

He could recognise those hands anywhere.

"Welcome back!", she exclaimed.

Tanjiro gasped lightly, feeling tears prick his eyes but but he pursed his quivering lips to stop them from getting any further.

He placed his hand over her own. "I missed you Y/n..", there was sadness laced in his voice, the happy kind. "So much".

Out of nowhere, Tanjiro grabbed the back of his head with his two hands when he felt Y/n hit him on the head. He turned around to her with a frown on his face.

"But you're an idiot! A stupid idiot! You promised to come home unscathed!", she spoke while flailing her hands around. "And you are very much scathed!!".

"But Y/nn! I said I couldn't keep that promise!".

She inspected the bandages on his chest and around his body. "You look like a mummy", she huffed.

Tanjiro chuckled. "But you know what came back unscathed?", he lifted up his wrist to reveal the ribbon that was perfectly in tact.

Y/n's eyes widened as she felt quite flustered. She couldn't believe he actually kept the piece of fabric safe the whole time he was fighting. It made her happy.

"But why?".

"Hm?".

"It's just a ribbon".

Tanjiro tilted his head with a hum as if the answer to her question was the most obvious thing ever. "Because you gave it to me Y/n".

As if he couldn’t get her any more worked up, Y/n averted her gaze everywhere but Tanjiro. Suddenly the blue sky that’s always been blue was looking very blue today.

She must get her revenge. Since he got her so flustered, it was her mission to return the favour.

She closed what little distance was between them and wrapped her arms around his neck, pushing her lips against his own. Y/n’s eyes were closed but Tanjiro’s were wide open in surprise.

The kiss was long and relentless. She held his body close and used one of her hands to guide Tanjiro’s own to her waist before bringing her hand back around his neck again. He was always very awkward with his hands whenever they kissed.

Tanjiro closed his eyes and savoured the taste and feeling of Y/n’s lips. If words couldn’t suffice, her kiss could. A kiss that said ‘I missed you’, that’s how Tanjiro interpreted it.

Y/n moved her lips from Tanjiro’s to get some air into her lungs but also to get a glimpse of Tanjiro’s flushed face.

He was always so adorable with his half-lidded eyes and pink cheeks whenever they kissed.

Tanjiro hid his face in her shoulder and hugged her tightly around her waist, as if she’d disappear any second now.

She placed a kiss on his head and they both walked back into the butterfly mansion.

“Time for you to rest mister”.

masterlist :)

a/n: tanjiro was absolutely adorable in the last episode I couldn’t help myself

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winkliee · 10 months

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Hiii im kinda new to this so im sorry if i mess up!

If u play genshin can u do the hantengu clones with a ganyu reader but if u doesn't can u do the hantengu clones taking a bath with nervous reader (nsfw) I'm sorry if this is too much😣😣😣😓😓😓

you are my first ask!! i am so sorry i do not play genshin though, but hopefully what i am presenting will be good. also i have never written a full smut scene so this was really difficult to write, idk if it's good 😭

Hot Springs

hantengu clones × nervous reader

warnings: smut, sub f!reader, praise kink, consensual non-con, size kink, somnophillia, overstimulation, loss of virginity, nipple pinching, cunninglus, aizetsu is whiny

you ran through the forests, clutching your sword. you were sure you sensed a demon just now. but where was he?

you looked around for the umpteenth time. nope, no one in sight.

the kakushi accompanying you caught up to you huffing. "y/n sama," he said panting, "you aren't fully healed yet. please take some rest."

"there is a demon here!!" you shouted at the poor kakushi, "how can i leave my duty and-"

"but there's no one in sight," the kakushi retorted. "please take some rest for the time being. i will personally inform you if i see anything suspicious."

you started to calm down a bit. "fine," you finally agreed.

the kakushi smiled at you with his masked face. "there's a really nice hot spring not very far from here. i have heard it has healing abilities. you should definitely try it."

you laughed a bit. you knew that some kakushis can be really weird, especially the one who had made the love hashira's uniform.

"you will be ogling at me, huh?"

the kakushi blushed furiously. "n-no ma'am," she said quickly calming down, "if you allow, i have been offered a job of helping some injured slayers down the hill. but i cannot leave you alo-"

"you may go," you said dismissing the kakushi.

"but-"

"i can survive myself, there are other people in need of you, you should leave."

the kakushi looked at you, before bowing deeply and leaving instantly.

you started to walk deeper into the forest in search of the spring. "i am sure it isn't far."

it wasn't. a mere fifteen minutes walk later, you found the hot spring, bubbling.

"well, i guess it's not too bad to relax," you thought as you started undressing.

the mist of the springs made you feel so relaxed, sleepy infact, as you were sure you would drowse off there.

but you were too lazy to even get out.

that is when you heard some voices from the other side. male voices.

you couldn't see them properly because of the mist, but you could figure out there was atleast four of them.

you grew nervous. after all, your swords and clothes were kept far from here in a safe area.

"maybe this is a mixed bath," you thought, even though you felt hot at the idea of being naked while there were other men in the spring.

"relax," you said to yourself. but as you heard the voices getting nearer, you couldn't help but try to slip away.

too late.

"look who do we have here~" you heard a voice through your daze, as anxiety filled you.

you looked up to a pair of green eyes, and...horns.

"demons?!" you screamed before a hand muffled your voice, as you looked up to see a yellow eyed demon too.

"how dare you use our private spring?!" the red eyes demon shouted at you.

you tried to retort back by saying that his name wasn't written there, but your mouth was still muffled by the other demon.

you read their kanji. uppermoon four...

you tried to free yourself from the hands of the yellow eyed demon, gripping him so hard that you were sure you heard his surprised yowl, but the blue eyed demon stopped you. "i am sad you are trying to hurt us," he said, with his worried face.

"heh sekido," the green eyed demon started, "looks like she's a demon slayer. she has extraordinary strength."

"i can see that you foo-"

"guys please stop fighting-"

"shut up!" the three other demons shouted in unison, as the blue eyed demon immediately became quiet.

in the meanwhile you had succeeded in freeing yourself from the yellow eyed demon's grip, and attempted to flee, but the red eyed demon, apparently sekido, grabbed you back and pulled you into the waters again.

"shit," you thought to yourself, "they are going to kill me. i can't even fight back because the mist of the spring has numbed my senses."

"how dare you come here and relax?!" sekido's voice growled.

"awww, poor girl, she didn't know," the green and yellow eyed demons laughed together.

please stay quiet karaku, urogi,"the blue eyed demon said. "let sekido handle this."

the demons ignored him, as karaku kept his arm on sekido's hand and said, "let's not kill her. today's mission was extremely difficult. let's have some fun?"

urogi on cue, asked the other demon, "what do you think, aizetsu?"

while they were conversing, you finally had a clear look at the four demons towering over you. their bodies were rather muscular, and they were naked, there semi-hard dicks dangling right before your eyes.

"looks like she's in too," you heard karaku laugh. "look at how she's staring at our cocks. she could almost drool."

your face reddened at their suggestion, as you tried to free yourself from their grips.

"well, well," said sekido, "you're not leaving without receiving your punishment."

you have no idea how much time has passed. your only recollection is that they dragged you through the mist, into the middle of the hot spring.

you couldn't even try to escape, the mist having numbed your senses completely. they groped your breasts, as urogi started sucking your nipples while groping your other breast. karaku on the other hand nipped your neck, covering them with multiple bruises and hickies. aizetsu took a place between your knees, massaging them, trying to calm down your increased pants, while kissing your thighs.

you grew more and more nervous as you watched sekido stand nearby watching you, his face was definitely angry, but, but he was smirking?

all those thoughts were erased from your mind when a finger prodded on your cunt. you looked down to see aizetsu staring up at you, with a questioning glance, wanting approval.

you understood you were already in this deep when you nodded.

quite immediately aizetsu started licking you up, his finger roughly entering your hole, which wasn't much moisturized.

"i-it hurts," your voice left in a whisper as you tried to concentrate on the pleasure karaku was giving your breasts.

aizetsu went on sucking your clit, as you gasped. demon slaying had never given you time to take care of yourself so you were naturally sensitive.

how would you ever have known that four demons would be doing this with you?

you stifled your moans as much as you could, but you let out a whine as you neared your climax.

"n-no more-"

you came on aizetsu's face, embarrassed that you couldn't stop yourself, but he didn't seem to mind as he went on sucking you.

you were in a state of daze, as you were overstimulated beyond you could take, when you felt someone push aizetsu away.

"move," karaku said, "it's my time to enjoy her," he said roughly entering you.

you screamed out a bit at the sudden intrusion, it was really painful after all.

"look sekido, i took her virginity," he laughed. you looked over at sekido with your half open eyes, and he looked very angry.

but you had no time to relax. karaku pounded into you constantly, as a string of moans erupted from you. you were surprised yourself by the noises you were making.

"isn't it huge?" karaku said leaning over to suck your boobs, while one hand snaked down to rub your clit. "my dick is ruining you, aww," he laughed at you pitifully.

you couldn't mutter out a word. you gripped on his biceps as the stimulation became too much for you to handle, and you came again.

"s-stop, aah"

you were almost passing out, but a gentle slap on your cheek woke you up, as you saw sekido taking karaku's place.

"no falling asleep now, little slayer," urogi said caressing your face, "sekido doesn't like that."

sekido wrapped his arms around your body, in a possessive manner. "don't you dare pass out," he growled. "this is a punishment," he said.

you were already scared, but sekido's length had your reeling. it was really hard to enter you, but once he had, your head was thrown back as you whined, scratching on his chest.

"what a naughty girl you are, enjoying your punishment," he mocked, "did you just come from me entering you? pathetic."

he started moving gently, but his speed altered and soon he was pounding into you like karaku, hell even faster than him.

you were on the brink of consciousness, and your body was tired when you came again and again.

"i want to try her next!" you heard urogi's delightful scream.

you moaned out loud when sekido hit a certain spot in you, and kept on doing that, as you came again.

"his growls, his growls sound so hot," you thought, as you closed your eyes when you came again from his ruthless pounding.

you slowly opened your eyes to see, aizetsu shallowly thrusting into you.

did you fall asleep? how are they still continuing?

aizetsu seeing you awake, smiled brightly.

"i was so scared you were hurt," he said, before whimpering, "y-you are so tight."

you looked around for the others. aizetsu, as if reading your thoughts, told, "they have left already. i am sorry they misbehaved. i will take care of you," he said, before whimpering as he came inside you.

"s-so warm," you threw your head back, your mind still reeling. aizetsu nipped at your neck, kissing so gently as you almost melted from his touch, unconsciously pulling him close and grinding on him.

god, this was a punishment to remember.

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kimhargreeves · 1 year

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Firefly-Hotaru Haganezuka x Reader

Summary: You've arrived at the Swordsmith village. There you are desperately trying to find Haganezuka but he keeps avoiding you, since you broke your sword, soon you realize he's also been avoiding you for a different reason.

It's been about two years and a half since I became a Hashira. In my time as one of the Pillars I came across many demons, good and bad, I would get injured a lot often than I would've liked to but it's part of the job. Though, not only I would take damage but my sword as well.

As soon as my sword would be broken I would have it repaired without question, though lately I got a very threatening letter from my swordsmith.

I clenched onto it and got weirded out by all the cussing and not so readable other letters if was spread across. I sighed and decided to take matters into my own hand, to go to the village myself.

Unfortunately I would not be able to head on my own since the village is hidden and I would have to be blindfolded and carried all the way there. God knows how long the trip was going to take.

"So, tell me who is your Swordsmith?!" The female Kakushi who was carrying me asked. We had been talking for a while.

"Mr Haganezuka! Thought I don't know if he'll want to make another sword for me."

At the mention of his name I felt the female Kakushi tense. "H-He's your Swordsmith?! I do hope he doesn't kill you."

"There's no way he'll kill someone like me!" I exclaim and held my cheeks and blushed. I began to remember the first and few times we had met up with each other, when I first became a Demon Slayer.

"(Y/N), your Swordsmith is here." My master the one who taught me all about slaying demons said picking me up from my room since I was resting since I was all bruised with a broken rib due to my training.

I quickly got myself up on my feet and met up with my master in the backyard garden and saw a tall man hiding his face.

"Mr. Haganezuka this is (Y/N). (Y/N), this is the man who from now on will forge your swords-"

"That depends is she won't be a brat and break my precios swords."

"Huh?" Both my Master and I hummed and were taken back when Haganezuka all of the sudden stared at us and pointed at me with his finger then at the sword.

I blushed under the man's gaze, unsure is he was indeed glaring at me. "This sword was made with the best minerals I could find closest to the sun and made with rich-"

Wow is this man dedicated at making swords, and telling how they're made in detail. "Great! So tell me what to do!" I clapped my hands together and realized we were alone since my Master probably went to fetch something for Haganezuka to eat.

"Grab it the sword. Depending on the color is reveals your sword will be strong or weak."

"I don't believe in such things since the Slayer must be the powerful one, sure the blade helps but-" I shut my mouth when I felt his eyes on me as if telling me to shut up.

I decided to not say anything further on and instead grabbed the sword and held it in my hands, it changed almost nothing, just a light silver colored almost white. I jumped up when Haganezuka let out a scream saying how dull and not interesting the color was.

"Haganezuka calm yourself down." My Master said not fazed by his sudden outburst.

That was the first time I had met him….

"So you're a Hashira now?" Haganezuka calmly said setting my new sword down and handing it to me.

I nodded my head smiling, "Yes, i didn't expect it to happen but it did. I fought a strong upper demon. I swore to protect those less stronger than me, besides, I just found out I have a cousin who just started his demon slaying practice."

"Congratulations. Though don't get so confident just because your a Hashira now." I watched Haganezuka unveil the new and beautiful sword.

I held it up and examined how beautifully it was made. "Though my fighting skills wouldn't have been impressive without your swords, this will surely scare the demons. Thank you Mr. Haganezuka."

I bowed my head and raised it back up and saw him staring at me through the odd mask, he said nothing.

"Though this'll be the last time I'll do it! This if the fourth swords I made and it can't get any better than this." He threatened.

I started to remember my Masters words and the one of the other Swordsmith. "Haganezuka is an awful temper, if things were to get out of hand, tickle his sides."

I hummed at the memory of those words but decided to say nothing and I smiled at him.

"And what are you smiling for?!"

"Oh nothing!" I sang.

I reached out and grabbed a bento I did with mitarashi dango since I've seen Haganezuka is a fan of it. "Here, I did these for you!"

I held out the box and saw Haganezuka open the box and examine it. "I've seen you always enjoy it, and don't want you leaving on an empty stomach."

I was taken back when I saw light bubbles coming from out of the mask. What the hell?? I commented against it and smiled.

"Why not eat just one here?!" I suggested wanting to see behind the mask. I carefully reached out and lifted the mask just a bit and I felt him gripping the wrist tightly, slowly not applying pressure.

"Quit it Hashira! if you know what's best for you, get working and quit minding other's business." Haganezuka huffed and started walking away.

The next time I had seen Haganezuka was when I was leaving for another mission and stumbled upon Tanjiro Kamado. I have heard from him before, Giyu was the one who informed me of him and his demon sister Nezuko.

They intrigued me especially since I had learned that they are my long distance cousins. I had written to Tanjiro once congratulating him when I learned he passed the exam.

When I was still a little girl I was adopted to a family, since my real parents were killed by demons trying to protect me and their village. I don't remember anything about them but I am grateful that I was adopted into a loving home. Unfortunately, they were also taken away from me. But now I'm happy to know that I have a bit of family left.

"Hello Tanjiro!" I exclaimed smiling at the dark red haired boy.

"(Y/N)! I received your letter. Thank you your words were if help!" I smiled at the boys enthusiasm.

"We only have each other left, might as well keep encouraging each other's work." I said giving him a thumbs up and I looked over and saw Haganezuka with another Swordsmith.

"Haganezuka!" I cheered and saw him flinch at my sudden shout. "Long time no see, I guess I'm always lucky that I run into you." I laughed and saw the man looking away from me and murmuring something at his partner.

Tanjiro looked at me then Haganezuka. "You both know each other?" He asked tilting his head.

"No"

"Yes we do!" I said ignoring Haganezuka's words as I blushed. "Anyway I have a long missions ahead of me. See you later." I gave a peace sign to Tanjiro and Haganezuka and started running off to my mission.

"I genuinely think he's a great and kind man despite being so loud and frightening at times." I recalled as the Kakushi continued to carry me.

"I do hope you are right, Miss (Y/N)." Anyways we are here."

The Kakushi placed me on my feet and I began to unwrap the bandage around my eyes and I stared in awe at the village in front of me.

"Wow it's so beautiful!" I gasped.

The Kakushi next to me chuckled and bowed her head. "Glad to know it exceeded your expectations. I hope for us to meet in the future once more."

"The pleasure has been all mine." I smiled and bowed my head as well.

I kept staring at everywhere the further I began to walk into the village. I saw many people working and kids playing around, I still wonder why they keep hyotokko masks on their faces. I started walking towards where I assume is the chiefs place, I walked up the stairs and was greeted by two men in masks and they took me in to see the chief.

I patiently waited for the man to speak when I saw knelt down on the tatami floor. "Miss (Y/N). I had been expecting you, young lady."

I hummed and bowed my head down the floor and greeted myself to him. "It's an honor to meet you Chief Tecchin!"

"My what manners and dedication. You remind me of the young boy that came earlier today."

"Boy?" I ask raising my head back up.

The man nodded his head, despite the small stature I could tell he is highly respected here and he looks sorta cute too.

"He had a green and black haori with hanafuda earrings."

So that means Tanjiro is here as well. "I assume you are here for Haganezuka am I correct?"

"Yes, sir. You see Tanjiro is my cousin and we both were assigned to Haganezuka. My sword broke easily this time though it was my fault for-"

"No. It wasn't your fault, he didn't forge a sword with his best intentions which is why it breaks easily." The man said in a serious voice. He suddenly got scary like Haganezuka.

"I-I don't think-"

"We'll give him a beating for not working correctly and denying to make a sword for a lady as yourself." The man next to the Chief said with the Chief eagerly nodding his head.

So scary.

"Where is he anyways?" I asked wanting to see Haganezuka.

"Hotaru has run off as of lately. Wanting to be alone as usual." The Chief told me.

"Hotaru? Is that his first name?" I ask intrigued to know a bit more about him.

"Mhm I picked it myself! Though Hotaru doesn't like his name saying it's to cute for a man like him."

"I think it's such a cute and lovely name." I blushed and held my face together. Firefly. That's what his name means. Though he surely isn't as fragile as one.

"Happy to know someone else agrees with me. I adopted the boy when he was just a child."

I sat just a bit closer paying attention to his words and finding myself wanting to see Hotaru again. So we have more in common that I thought. He also lost his parents like me.

"Did Hotaru lose his parents as well?"

The Chief stared at me and shook his head. "Nope. His parents couldn't keep up with his anger so I took him as my own."

Oh damn. My body froze since I didn't expect that.

"You did lose yours did you not? Do you have any memories of them?

I stared down at my lap and back at the Chief to show respect. "Unfortunately I don't have any memories of them. All that I know if that they protected the village they had been living and everyone was massacred by a demon, I believe it was Muzan Kibutsuji."

"You are (Y/N) (L/N) are you not? I remember your parents, they were a part of this village you see. Your father was born here and while trusting outside he met your mother, she agreed to move to the village with him but over time they left, you were born here (Y/N). That means that this is your home as well and you are welcome to stay for as long as you'd like."

I stared at the Chief surprised that he knew both my parents. A few years escaped from my eyes and I cleaned them with the sleeve of my haori and thanked the Chief to telling me all he knew about my parents.

"You are more than welcome to also enjoy of our hot springs. It can heal any wound or broken heart." The Chief sang and moved his hands around.

What does he mean by that?

"If Hotaru isn't seen in a day or two I'll be more than happy to assign a new swordsmith for you." The man said bowing his head. He's the one who made Shinobu's sword.

"I understand." I frowned not wanting to have a new person making my sword, but I have to put my feelings aside and be focused on my mission, to get a new sword done.

"Follow me." I bowed my head to chief Tecchin and followed one of masked men who was with him.

I silently started to follow him and noticed the sky was turning darker as well. "Do you wish to eat first or take a bath?"

"Bath is fine since I feel filthy." Though being in a bath while eating sounds like a great idea.

"Is there something bothering you?" I glanced at the masked man.

"It's about Hotaru isn't it?"

I flinched and froze when we stopped by a few stairs and I felt his eyes on me. "You're worried that a new swordsmith might not make your sword as you want to."

"..Right..of course." I breathed out thankful that he doesn't know the real reason.

"Well, the hot springs is just above the stairs. You're more than welcome to take your time and join us for dinner once you are finished." The man bowed his head and started to leave.

I heard a familiar caw and felt my crow land on my shoulder. "Might as well relax for a bit right" I asked and saw my crow flap it's wings when I began to climb up the stairs.

I felt like my legs were about to give up. I started to take my belt off along wiith my haori and began to unbutton my uniform when I heard another caw from my crow.

"Don't worry I won't take long, there's no one here anyways. You really are a hungry bird." I sighed glaring at the bird and beginning to undress myself completely until I was bare and submerged myself further into the hot waters.

"Food always tastes better while eating with someone else."

I nod along to Tanjiro's words. Right after taking a bath I arrived to meet up with Tanjiro and Nezuko. I hadn't realized that Mitsuri was here as well until Tanjiro told me about it, Shinazugawa's younger brother was also at the village.

"Indeed. So are you saying that you also came here for a sword?"

"Mr. Haganezuka seems to be avoiding me." Tanjiro pouted.

Glad to know I'm not the only one thinking about it. "Don't worry we can both go looking for him. I'm sure he isn't far off from the village."

I noticed Tanjiro's stare on me and looked at him surprised when I saw a blush on his face. "You've always spoken fond of Mr. Haganezuka. Is there maybe-"

"I just feel high admiration for his work! Nothing more!" I blushed as well and tried brushing the topic off.

Can't believe I'm having this conversation with someone younger than me. I continued to rambled on, "Besides as slayers we can't get close to people."

"I disagree!" Tanjiro exclaimed earning a hum from his sister. "That's what makes life beautiful as well, meeting new people and forming a close bond."

I smiled at Tanjiro and nodded once. "Seems like Kyojuro taught you well." I sadly said remembering my best friend.

"Tomorrow morning let's train and go out bets then." I gave him a thumbs up and earned a nod from him and Nezuko.

****"

The next morning Tanjiro and I met up with s boy from the village, Kotetsu, and the mist Hashira, Muichiro Tokito. As Hashira we have encountered with each other many times, but he doesn't seem to remember me that much or talk at all only when necessary.

Muichiro was aggressive and broke down the ancient doll the village boy had in his possession. The three of us fixed it up a bit and I let Tanjiro train with the doll since I had fought with it but was extremely hard.

The doll was designed after the first demon slayer. If fighting the doll was hard enough, I couldn't imagine fighting him in the flesh. I decided to stay with Tanjiro just for a bit, to cheer him on.

I made Tanjiro stand up straight in a certain position and hold the wooden katana he had right. The young masked boy gasped when Tanjiro was swept to it's feet and was knocked out. I was nearby going over back to Tanjiro when I heard a familiar voice.

Is that Hotaru?!

I began to quicken my pace and run over calling out his name. I noticed the young boy turn around looking at me in a panic and I saw Haganezuka's tall figure running fast away from us.

"Haganezuka! Come back here you coward." I shouted and stared at the direction he left and pouted.

I clenched my fists together and glared at where he left, also feeling a bit heartbroken that he didn't face me. I moved quickly to look at the masked boy, Kotetsu.

"You! Why didn't you say anything?!" The boy shrieked when he saw my cold expression.

"I-I don't know what you mean Hashira!" He shouted back.

"I lowered down a bit and glared at the boy and pointing at him, "I've told you my name is (Y/N)!"

The boy looked back at me and said nothing, "(Y/N)…right no wonder I've heard the name before. Mr. Haganezuka has spoken about you."

Tilting my head to the side I could notice Kotetsu muttering something to himself and a blush across the mask. Is everyone is this village weird?

"Good things I hope." I huffed and decided to go back and help Tanjiro up to his feet. "Anyways there's no time for me to be chasing that childish man, better help Tanjiro back up."

I helped Tanjiro up and gave him at least a sip of water since Kotetsu refused to give him any. "Ready to do this Tanjiro?"

My cousin Tanjiro was weak but he refused to give up. I gave him a thumbs up and watched Tanjiro begin to continue training.

#hotaru haganezuka #demon slayer #swordsmith village arc #kimetsu no yaiba #haganezuka x reader #tanjiro x genya #nezuko kamado #demon slayer genya #mitsuri kanroji

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luxthestrange · 1 month

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KNY Incorrect quotes#104 Head empty heart full-

Kakushi!Y/n*Smilling coming the room to where your Hashira is seated...not surprised many woodland creatures rest on him*Hey just double checking you cleared your calendar for dinner tomorrow night, right? Im dying to go to that new place~, Like I can't-...

Yoriichi*Head empty-No thoughts, Blinking one eye at a time, looking happily at your face even tho his stoic face doesn't show it*... ༼ つ ◕_◕ ༽つ

Kakushi!Y/n: Oh sorry-*Coughs and with a baby voice, rubbing their belly*DINNER?~

Kakushi!Y/n*Showing calendar day for tomorrow still using baby voice*TOMORROW?~

Kakushi!Y/n*Pointing at self*ME?~-

Yoriichi*Eyes light up smiling, almost jumping out of his seat towards you, in his heart he is cheering*"YAAAAAAAAAAY!!!"

Kakushi!Y/n*Smiles and pats his head affectionatly*Ok ok~

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer x reader #kny #kny x reader #kny x y/n #kakushi y/n #yoriichi tsugikuni #kny yoriichi #yoriichi tsugikuni x reader #yoriichi x reader #yoriichi tsugikuni x y/n #kny fluff #kny incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes

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kakushino · 5 months

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Rising sun

Rengoku Kyojuro x GN! Reader

Kyojuro knows when to speak quietly.

Tags: unspecified comfort, fluff, sfw, short

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AN: Written for a dear friend. It will be better soon, love ❤️

“You’re unwell.”

Kyojuro’s voice was quiet, a contrast as stark as night and day to his usual manner of speaking. Your eyes remained closed as you snuggled further into your blanket.

He was right, you felt off to the marrow of your bones, and you laid in your bed like an offering to a sick god who relished in your pain. You felt cold, you felt lonely, you felt unappreciated.

His fingers were searing hot when he pushed back a lock of your hair away from your face, branding you with his presence. It made you crave more of his warmth, but how could you want more, when he already had so much on his shoulders - and you would only add to the burden he bore.

“Do you want me to leave?”

One of his fingers caressed your cheek softly, tracing a path of characters that you had no mind to follow nor recognize. It was slow and methodical as he waited for your response.

“Do you want me to stay?” he asked gently, nearly whispering.

You shifted in your covers a little. He took it as a yes.

Kyojuro knelt at the side of your bed, his fingers going from your cheek to trace your features, admiring your beauty. It still amazed him he was able to be with you, in a relationship. You could do so much better, someone who wasn’t as loud, wasn’t as busy, wasn’t as-

No, he couldn’t think like that. You needed help now, and there was no one else, only him.

“Do you want me closer?” His murmur broke the lulling silence of your bedroom.

You slowly opened your eyes, though they felt heavy as if being dragged down by the combined weight of both your burdens. The room was aglow with a soft light of a lantern he lit up. Just looking at him in the gleam of the fire made you feel a little warmer; Kyojuro was the personification of blazing passion, yet he reduced the bonfire into a low and comforting heat when needed.

A small smile spread across his handsome face as he made eye contact. “Your eyes… they always seem to shine like the rising sun when you open them,” he whispered. His fingers brushed under your eyes, as if he were wiping any trace of sadness from your face. “I wish you would see yourself as I see you. You deserve the world and more… none of this you have been dealt.”

His hand cupped your cheek, and you pressed closer to it as you closed your eyes once again. You could hear him move and the palm keeping you warm disappeared; a noise of distress left your throat, before you felt him join you from the other side, his warm body pressing against yours and bringing the comfort you needed.

“Rest now, my dearest. I’ve got you.”

He kissed your neck chastely, and then it was just a symphony of soft breaths and hearts beating in sync.

You, and him.

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#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kyojuro x reader #kyojuro x y/n #kyojuro x you #rengoku kyojuro #rengoku kyojuro x reader #rengoku x reader #rengoku x y/n #rengoku x you #kny #kny x reader #demon slayer fanfic #kimetsu no yaiba fanfic #kny fanfic #desi the blue eyed kakushi #kakushino

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chiharuhashibira · 2 months

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Haii!! ^_^ Can you make fluff headcannons of Sanemi when the reader is on her period and what he'll do for the reader when she has cramps and stuff or runs out of period pads (I'm on my period:()

𝓗𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓸!!

Good morning! It is 3am here XD

I hope you will feel better the soonest!

With that, here is a Sanemi HC wherein he takes care of you UwU

𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕 𝑴𝒆 𝑹𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝑵𝒐𝒘 𝑷𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐗 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Content Warning: None! Full of fluff ^^

🌸𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚🌸

❥ Even if Sanemi were the meanest Hashira, he would still panic whenever you had period cramps. The first time he saw you experiencing this, the man literally brought Shinobu home to make sure you weren't dying. That prompted Shinobu to explain to him what was actually happening to you. However, he still requested that a kakushi be on standby just in case.

❥ But now, Sanemi has overcome the "bringing home Shinobu or a Kakushi" thing. What he does right now is, whenever you have period cramps, he will try to remember every single thing Shinobu has told him.

❥ That would eventually lead Sanemi to deliver almost everything you need. Chocolates? He has that already. Hot compress? Already prepared. You want to sleep? The bedroom's already clear!

❥ Sanemi would make sure that you feel comfortable at that time of the month. He would be extra patient and sweeter towards you. One time, you had already used all of your pads; he made sure to approach the closest Hashira, which is Mitsuri. He hates talking to the pink and green-haired girl because he finds her annoying, but this time, he tried his best to talk nicely just to ask if she has extra pads that she can give you.

❥ The Wind Hashira would always massage your feet, and you loved that. He would also wrap you in a thick blanket and cuddle with you. Yes, you loved Sanemi's cuddles, especially at this time of the month.

❥ The man would give you kisses and, yes, speak sweet words to you whenever you felt so emotional, which only worsened your period cramps. He would kiss your forehead and tell you incessantly that he loved you so much. It's just that Sanemi seems to soften just to try to make you feel okay in an instant.

❥ Every morning, Sanemi would cook breakfast for you and ask how your sleep had been. He will always stay home whenever you still feel the pain, as he always says he wants to take care of you. And he does.

❥ Sanemi would always prepare warm baths for you. He would also take the initiative to help you take a bath whenever you felt weak. After that, he would dress you up, comb your hair, and give you massages.

❥ Sometimes both of you will be just on the engawa, with you lying on his lap and him running his calloused fingers on your hair. He loves you so much, and he will always remind you of that, ending that reminder with a sweet, sincere kiss on the lips.

"I love you, Y/N. I am here for you. Just tell me anything that I can do to lessen the pain. Okay?"

𝓘 𝓱𝓸𝓹𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓗𝓒 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓶𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓵 𝓪 𝓫𝓲𝓽 𝓫𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓤𝔀𝓤

Thank you for trusting me with this HC, dearyyyy~ Good night from me now XD Time to finally sleep HAHAHA

ANYWAYS! Feel free to comment, reblog, and request!

Ja ne~

~𝓒𝓱𝓲𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓾-𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓷🌸

#demon slayer #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer imagines #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #kimetsu no yaiba #sanemi shinazugawa #sanemi x reader #sanemi x fem!reader #sanemi x y/n #sanemi x you #sanemi x oc #sanemi headcanons #sanemi shinazugawa headcanons #sanemi fluff #sanemi shinazugawa fluff

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beer-anon · 10 months

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Clingy and relentless

Tomioka Giyuu x Fem! Reader

Prologue can be read but doesn't have to be. Background: You're the Moon Hashira

NB: I moved account to @desi-the-blue-eyed-kakushi

Tags: drunk sex, mild coercion?, body worship, minor voice kink, porn with plot (?)

Word count: 4k

I promised to tag you long time ago, but I never got around to finishing/posting so here it is @crimsonkenjii-writes

The izakaya was rowdy, the ‘Welcome, new Hashira!’ party was in full swing. You’d been pulled along by an excited Mitsuri, Uzui pushing your smaller figure forward. The dubious seat of honor was between those two. Each egging you on to drink shot after shot.

Soon enough, it was getting too noisy and too energetic for you, so you’d excused yourself to get a little breather outside. You felt quite flushed, this being perhaps the second time you ever drank in your life. It was actually pretty surprising how well you held on.

Soft evening breeze cooled down your heated skin. You sighed in relief. You didn’t know how the Hashira managed to stay in their uniform and haori inside the hot pub. You had only ever worn your uniform, and even now, you’d discarded the jacket, leaving you in the white button-up and dark pants. Despite that, you had to cool down.

The moon was bright in the night sky, and if you hadn’t been in a lit village, you would see the stars too. The whole night was beautiful.

You wanted to get lost in it, to forget about the guilt weighing you down, and most of all, you wanted to belong. You wanted to be comforted and to feel safe. To take a deep breath into your lungs unobstructed, without the worries pressing down on your chest.

A loud laughter echoed from the inside. You figured your mini pity party should be over. You needed to return before someone came out to drag you in.

The short time you were gone saw some seating changes. Rengoku sat in your spot next to Uzui now, and the only two free seats were next to Kocho. It would be weird to sit one seat away from her, so you took the one right by her.

“Ah, [L/n]-san, nice of you to join me,” her smile seemed dim compared to before. Maybe the alcohol had something to do with it. “You should drink some water too. The sake seems extra strong today.”

You took her advice and the two of you started talking about poisons. You used to be interested in it when you were younger due to your true crime obsession.

A few minutes passed by when the Water Pillar took up the seat next to you. You glanced at him. His usually unreadable face was a little flushed. How much had he drunk?

“Ara, ara, Tomioka-san, you’re quite the light-weight, aren’t you?”

His lips pressed together in a tight line and the corners were a little downturned. It was the biggest reaction he gave the whole day.

“Uhm, Kocho-san, perhaps you shouldn’t make fun of Tomioka-san,” you intervened. His dark blue eyes shot to you in surprise, but you weren’t looking at him. You were frowning at Kocho.

And just like that, you became on her hit list for teasing. “Oh my, [L/n]-san, I never took you to be friendless too~”

The hell? That hit home. She didn’t have to say it out loud though.

You pointedly turned away from her and leaned closer to Tomioka. “I heard you created a new breathing form, right? That sounds amazing. Tell me more about it, please.”

His eyes darted behind you before his full attention was yours. The flush on his cheeks was worse than before. Did he drink another shot while you weren’t looking?

The rest of the night was spent quietly talking at the edge of the party. You switched to first names somewhen along the way. Giyuu was very nice, and it seemed the alcohol loosened his tense mask a lot. Your thighs touched and you sat closer than appropriate perhaps, but his voice was so pleasant and low that you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

At the end of the night, it fell on you to escort the woozy Water Hashira home. Since your home was much closer, you decided that he would be better off sleeping at yours - the Moon Estate.

It wasn’t much of an estate and more of a family house. It used to belong to a Hashira fifty years ago but fell into disrepair since. Ubuyashiki honored your request for something smaller - perhaps he really cared…

(And you betrayed that trust-

Sit with me.

-like the fraud you were.)

The house was hastily repaired and prepared for you. Unlike the Wind estate or Flame estate with at least five workers each, your home had only one attendant - a quiet woman in her late forties named Sakura.

Your attendant was already asleep by the time the two of you stumbled through the gates. It was probably a good thing. If she saw the two ‘admirable’ Hashira struggling to support each other while drunk, she’d get a heart attack. To be fair, Giyuu was more of a lightweight than you so he was the one leaning on you really.

You sat him on the engawa to take off his shoes - no need to make Sakura angry by tracking dust and mud in the house - but he swayed and fell back to lay there instead.

“Mhmm, your bed i’nt comfy,” he mumbled. “Should’ve gon’ to m’ home. M’ futon is the best.”

You hummed in agreement to entertain his thoughts. After slipping off your shoes as well, you dragged him onto the wooden floor properly and urged him to get up, much to his protest.

The way he acted and talked was endearing, until you had to wrestle with him to get him in the guest room and undressed out of his uniform. It was official. Tomioka Giyuu, the great Water Hashira, turned into a clingy baby when drunk. It took ten minutes to pry his sleepy death grip on you off so you could go to your own room.

You really hoped he didn’t remember most of it. You were sure he would be embarrassed.

✿ ✿ ✿

Giyuu remembered everything. Giyuu wasn’t the type to get black out drunk and forget. No, Giyuu was the type who lost his inhibitions, “Liquid Courage” living up to its name for him.

In the morning he laid in the guest futon for a while longer, thinking. The scent of you, despite the smell of izakaya and alcohol, was intoxicating. The warmth of your body was heavenly against his. He wondered how you tasted, how would it feel to kiss you, to devour you.

He wanted more, but he wasn’t sure how to get it. It’s been some time since he had to scratch that itch and he would make sure to make it worth it for you. The night, and morning after, would leave you breathless. He was confident in that - if you wanted him, that is.

And if it was good for you both, maybe more nights and mornings to follow.

The birds screaming outside for attention only made his throbbing headache worse.

The headache also gave him an idea though.

You didn’t seem to mind taking care of him while he was drunk. Maybe he could test out the waters while under the influence and if you didn’t want it, or him, he could blame it on the alcohol.

Mind made up, it was time to face the outside world.

✿ ✿ ✿

The next time the Hashira went together for a little drinking party was when Rengoku retired. His skirmish with Upper Three left him on a long road to recovery, which he planned to use to train up more young demon slayers in his stead. Everyone, except Muichiro, had a cup of sake in hand and was in a jolly mood. Some disciples of Rengoku were there as well, though they also didn’t have any alcohol. You sat next to Giyuu again, Shinobu on your other side, and the little squad was right next to him. It was strange seeing a demon in the middle of the party, but at least you weren’t in public. This time, you were at the Ubuyashiki estate.

“That’s really interesting. She just sleeps?” You raised your eyebrows in surprise. Apparently, your promotion to Hashira happened just after the ‘trial’.

A loud laugh echoed from the other side of the room. Uzui was the source, as Rengoku’s stomach wound prohibited any sort of laughing, which had to be a bit painful. That man was made of sunshine and laughter. At this moment, he had a shit-eating grin on his face though.

“Yeah, she slept for two whole years while I was training under Urokodaki-san,” the boy with the hanafuda earrings, Tanjiro, said fondly while looking at his sister. She was staring at Mitsuri, and occasionally glanced at you, probably because Mitsuri braided your hair for the evening as well.

“I see. Urokodaki-san also trained Giyuu-san, right?” you turned your attention to him. His face was flushed with alcohol, his eyes bright as they met yours. A high-pitched noise left him, and it took a second to realize it was a whine. “Giyuu-san?”

His lips parted, and closed, before he said, “Yes, he did.”

Tanjiro giggled. You tilted your head to look at him with a confused frown. “Is something funny?”

The teen immediately tensed up and pressed his lips in a tight smile. “Nothing.” An obvious lie.

A tug on your sleeve distracted you. It was Nezuko, and her wide innocent eyes made you melt. “What is it, Nezuko-chan?”

She made some grumbling noises and gestures but you got the gist of it. She wanted you to braid her hair like Mitsuri’s, and yours.

“Alright,” you shuffled out of your pillow seat, a difficult motion in your yukata, and patted it. “Sit here. I’ll braid it for you.” You knelt behind her and started to part her hair into two sections. Two braids would be better. Her hair was thick.

Clothes rustled, and you glanced up to see Tanjiro staring intently at your hands as you worked. Giyuu got pushed out of his seat to let the young man watch but seemed fine with a cup of sake in his hand.

You felt… content. For once.

Much later, Giyuu leaned heavily against you. You took it as a sign to get up and guide him home. This time, his home was closer, and that’s where he guided you as you supported him.

“[Name], are we friends?”

You looked at him confusedly, “Yeah, I consider you a friend.”

“Good, b’cos Shinobu is always like ‘Aww, Tomioka-san, you have no friends! Tomioka-san~’ and it’s annoyin’,” he pouted, half hanging onto your figure as you trudged through the streets towards his estate. “Now I can tell her I have you, and when she says ‘Oh, but no one likes you Tomioka-saaan’ then I’ll tell her-” he hiccuped “- I’ll tell her you like me and that will show her!”

The flush on your face wasn’t to be blamed entirely on alcohol. At least it was dark enough that he couldn’t see.

He saw.

You said nothing as you dragged him through the gates. Giyuu continued his rambling as you forced him to take off his shoes before walking in.

You sat him down on the engawa and he lied down, much like last time you were helping his drunk ass into bed.

“Wai’, are we at your place again? Why ain’t we at mine?” he whined.

You snort in amusement. Giyuu truly was a baby drunk. You frowned. Your stupid sandal wasn’t coming off. Did you tie it too tightly?

“Hey… don’t ignore me,” he breathed against your ear sensually.

A shiver ran down your spine. When had he moved?! “Giyuu, the hell?” you flinched back with a deep blush. “You scared me.”

His pout was criminally adorable. “You were ignoring me.”

“I’m just getting my shoes off so we can go in. This stupid tie won’t budge though.” You went back to fighting your sandal.

Warmth enveloped you from all sides when he embraced you from behind. You tensed up but let him do as he wanted. His nimble fingers reached for the tie on your shoe and tugged it free in just a second.

He would never admit he re-tied it tight while you were distracted braiding Nezuko’s hair. His knots were the best, he knew.

Giyuu stayed glued to you for a few moments longer, breathing against your neck.

“Giyuu?” Goosebumps rose all along your skin. “Are you awake?”

He huffed. “Yeah.” The pressure eased and cold evening air stole all the body heat provided to you.

The both of you got to your feet, Giyuu more unsteady than you. He wavered and you immediately supported him. “Well, which way?”

The room he led you to smelled like him. There was a big futon already prepared on the tatami mats.

“Alright, this is your stop, buddy. Let me set you down. Which way to the guest room?”

Giyuu looked at you like you were stupid. “You’re staying here, with me.”

“I’m what?” You blinked. “You know what? I don’t really care at this point. I’m too tired to search for it by myself and I don’t wanna wake up your attendants.”

You left him to steady himself and took off your outer yukata. The white juban was staying on though, despite being tied a bit too tight. You couldn’t risk anything with how clingy Giyuu was. With that, you crawled into his futon, leaving enough space for him to comfortably rest in.

It was silent for a little while.

You heard the rustling of fabric before it fell to the ground. He only wore a yukata before, so if some cloth fell, he had to be naked right now.

“My eyes might be closed, but, please, put your clothes back on…” Your face felt heated and you tried not to think how he looked naked. Your throat felt dry.

Two uneven strides, then: “I want your attention, [Name]...” He ignored your command.

You kept your eyes closed as you felt the covers move. “You have my attention.”

“Open your eyes.”

“No.”

A finger poked your shoulder. “[Name]...”

“No.”

You turned so your back faced him. You thought that was the end of it, but then you felt his body slide against yours, the heat scorching against the thin fabric covering you.

“What- on- Earth- are you doing right now?” You ground out. You were getting a little annoyed. You were horny, frustrated and a little under the influence of the consumed sake and you were not having it with Giyuu.

“‘m huggin’ you, whaddya think?” he mumbled. The arm he draped over you pulled you closer. You squirmed a little. His hand slid up and cupped your breast.

“Alright, that’s it! You have my attention now,” you huffed and pulled at the hand to stop touching your chest. It didn’t budge, it just squeezed a little. You wiggled and fidgeted, trying to get loose when your butt brushed against something that was not his leg. You froze.

Giyuu’s breath hitched. “Baby…”

His grip lost its strength so you turned around to face him. Soft moonlight was enough to see his flushed face.

“I could kiss you right now…”

“Giyuu… You’re drunk,” you pressed your lips in a tight line. You yourself felt much more sober, yet intoxicated at the same time.

If the walk home helped or not was anyone’s guess, but he rolled over to pin you to the futon. The blanket slid down his back to rest at his hips. You practically stopped breathing and were forcing your eyes to remain on his own. You couldn’t glance down right now.

“I could kiss you right now,” he repeated. “...maybe add a little tongue…” Your face had to be as flushed as his. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Giyuu…” Protests died in your throat a miserable death when he leaned closer. His breath smelled like sake.

“Give me you body… your love… your lips.” The words entranced you. The pace and anticipation were killing you. You never knew Giyuu knew how to be soft, how to express himself in such a way. “You’re so beautiful.” The kiss was barely there, yet it sent a shiver down your spine.

You sighed against his lips as if in relief, unsaid tension released, and all thoughts left your head.

He rolled you both so you were under him, shifting so only one of his arms supported his weight off of you. The hard-on you discovered a few moments ago pressed against your stomach. His free hand pulled a few stray hair strands behind your ear and lingered there as he stared at you.

Every second stretched out into infinity.

Hesitantly, your hands trailed up his bare sides. A violent shiver was your reward. “Baby…” he breathed out harshly.

You remained silent and traced gentle and winding lines across his chest with your nails.

Giyuu let out a strangled moan. “...your touch…” He didn’t elaborate but swooped down for another kiss, this one more insistent and deeper. A scorching heat built up inside of you. “Intoxicating. You’re like- a drug… my drug…”

The uncharacteristic possessiveness drove you nearly feral with need. “Giyuu, please…”

Your plea was rewarded with a shaky breath from him. He slowly trailed his way down to your neck with his lips, feather-light and teasing. He kissed your pulse point.

“Plea-Ah!”

He nibbled on the vulnerable flesh while humming in pleasure. The low vibrations of his voice made goosebumps spread all over you.

“More… Stop teasing,” you whined. At this point, you weren’t sure if you were dizzy from alcohol or his touch. Your hands gripped at the futon in an effort to ground you.

Giyuu must have felt merciful, as his sweet worship ran down your body in slow motions. His hands joined in the silent conquest, broken only by his and your shaky breaths. He untied your juban easily - How did he do that? You were sure the knot was too tight - and pulled it open as he went lower and lower.

Before you knew it, your panties were gone as well and you were as bare as him. He took a deep Breath and dove in with the hunger of a starving man.

His hands reached up to hold your thighs apart, giving him access to your most sensitive spot. His tongue expertly flicked and teased at your clit. He continued his gorging, building up a rhythm that drove you closer and closer to the edge.

Just as you were about to cum, he moved his tongue down to lap at your entrance. You whined his name at the ruined orgasm, frustrated. Giyuu didn’t care and continued his assault of your pussy lips, loud slurps and licks echoing in his room.

He added a thumb into the mix to stimulate your clit again. A few light circular motions and you were at the brink again. Just a little more- just a second-

-and you were lost. The intensity of the pleasure pulsing from your pussy was all you could focus on as you trembled from head to toe. Your chest heaved with deep breaths. He continued to lick you softly, clearly still lost in the taste.

“Hmm, delicious…” He licked his lips, before he realized what he just said. “Oh no, I’m starting to sound like Rengoku right now.” His horrified expression, drunken flush on his cheeks, face half wet with your pussy juices, everything about this situation was hilarious. You started to laugh. “Babyyy,” he whined quietly.

“Sorry,” you giggled breathlessly.

Giyuu crawled up your body with a pout, holding eye contact, his hips slotting between your thighs easily. “As you should be.” His cock slid over your lower lips easily, wetly humping against you and letting you feel just how massive he was. “Can I…?”

Instead of answering, you reached down to position his tip at your entrance. He got the message and started to press in, releasing a long shaky groan. His eyes became shiny, too shiny, while he stared into your soul.

You clenched your teeth to stop any noise from spilling past your lips. He filled you in all the right places, the stretch burning slightly. You hadn’t truly realized his size until he fully slid in, pressing against your cervix harshly. Your mouth opened in a silent scream at that, a full body twitch overtaking you, still maintaining eye contact as tears gathered at your lash line.

“Don’t… don’t look… babe…” he exhaled harshly in pleasure, eyes tightly clenched shut and tears finally falling down his face. Your pussy was heavenly warm and snug around his cock. “Don’t look at me.”

You’d always been a little rebellious. Your eyes remained open, short nails digging into his biceps and you urged him on with a low grind of your hips against his. The hitch in his breath gave away his desperation.

The first stroke was drawn-out, Giyuu struggling to breathe properly at the feeling. However it wasn’t long until the pace became a harmonic gooey pat-pat-pat of pleasure.

“Fuck, Giyuu…” you lost your composure and stopped holding back your noises, sleeping attendants be damned. Every time he bottomed out, he brushed against your clit harshly and his tip smooched the entrance to your womb. It sent shocks through your body, centering in your stomach like a tight knot.

He groaned breathlessly as your walls tightened around him gradually. “So- fucking- perfect- Ah!” The pulsing around his cock was almost mind-numbing. Tears still continued to fall from his eyes slowly, the pleasure overwhelming his drunken body. The drops fell onto your own chest, neck and face with his motions, like the first dew in spring.

Giyuu opened his eyes to watch your face as you got lost in ecstasy. He suddenly gripped your legs and nearly folded you in half. The new position allowed him to thrust against something that made you cry out at first contact. Your hands tried to find purchase in the futon again.

“Y’ like tha’? Like me makin’ a mess of you-?”

Moans were all your throat could produce as an answer.

The heat shared between the two of you built and built, like a simmering pot left unattended, ready to burst at any second.

His pace grew sloppy and uneven, yet it offered no mercy on your puffy pussy, bullying any semblance of sanity right out of your mind. Giyuu seemed to be losing his strength. He leaned down, his body dwarfing yours, and supported his weight on his forearms above your shoulders. He panted and whined right into your ear, the sounds sending electric shocks of pleasure right to the still-tightening knot in your belly.

“Ngh- fuck- ‘m close-!” he grunted, rolling his hips, more grinding than thrusting now. The stimulation on your nub in this position was unreal.

You thought you would explode, but instead went out with a whimper. Eyes unseeing, ears ringing, thighs quivering, you lost yourself in the kaleidoscope of pleasure rolling through your body.

Giyuu suddenly slammed into you with the power of a tsunami, sending another shock through your body. You could scarcely breathe - was it just another wave or was it another orgasm entirely?

Twice more did he strike just as forcefully before he released a shaky moan, hilting as far as he could. His breath stuttered. Hot spurts of cum started flooding your pussy in the rhythm of his erratic heart. It dripped around his length and out of your ruined hole. He continued rutting into you, as if to fuck his semen deeper into you.

He had ruined you, ruined you for any other man.

You keened like a wounded animal when he finally pulled out slowly, your gummy walls scraped raw from his cock. Like a broken dam, his cum leaked out of your pulsing pussy.

He rolled over with a relieved sigh. You could finally unwind from the near-impossible fold he had you in. There was a slight ache in the small of your back, but a good night sleep could fix that… probably. If not, you could always demand a massage.

“Don’t you dare leave me,” Giyuu demanded in a soft whisper after he caught his breath, pulling you close.

Your face was smushed against his collarbone but you figured he would let up once he fell asleep.

He kissed the crown of your head tenderly. “Never leavin’ me. Not allowed.”

You could hardly protest, as tired as you were from your activities.

“Please… date me…” he mumbled. Right after, soft breathing indicated he passed out.

You smiled tiredly. “What an impossible man… Not even awake to hear my answer…”

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Will be cross-posted on AO3 soon

I'm also writing a bonus scene / part 2 but idk when it'll be done

Next up: Obanai

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peachdues · 2 months

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THE DIVINING ROD — PROLOGUE

Obanai’s Tell Me to Stop

A/N: the prologue to Obanai’s installment of Tell Me to Stop, first teased here.

CW: canon setting AU • Reader is the Vine Pillar • blood • angst • scars • mentions of past torture • panic • this fic will be HELLA NSFW so MDNI

From the first day he drew his sword, Obanai Iguro knew life within the Demon Slayer Corps meant accepting two, twin truths.

The first was this: a career as a swordsman of the Corps means one’s life expectancy is cut drastically short. Few make it to adulthood; even fewer to retirement.

The second truth is that your time within the Corps is marked by one or two events: either you live to see another day, or you do not. There is no in between; it is either life or death, and more often than not, the Slayers themselves do not have the luxury of choosing between the two. That choice is finite and there is no gray. Members of the Demon Slayer Corps do not go missing; either they are torn apart and devoured by the very monsters they fight, or they live to see the next sunrise, only to await nightfall once more and thrust their lives back into the fickle, shifty hands of fate.

No slayer is spared that perilous dance, no matter their rank. Mizunotos and Hashira alike all know that their tether to the world they’re trying to save is little more than a fraying thread which grows more tenuous by the day, with every battle won at the expense of the lives lost.

The crows; it is the crows, the harbingers of both victory and death, who keep them apprised of their numbers. Slayers do not go missing; they are either dead or they are not. If there is nothing left of a Slayer to bury, their crow will say as much, and they will still get a headstone in the Master’s ever-growing graveyard. The crows always return, even when their assigned masters do not. It is the expectation; a given.

There is no protocol in the event neither Slayer nor crow returns, and it is that absence which blows a gaping, jagged hole right through Obanai’s understanding of his nature not just as a Hashira, but his very existence as a swordsman.

Because the Vine Pillar has vanished and there is no trace of either her or her bird to be found. There is no frantic, bleating announcement that she’s fallen at the hands of some formidable foe, no mournful sobs of the Kakushi as they solemnly carry a box bearing whatever of her remained to be buried with her brothers and sisters in death.

There was only silence; thick, oppressive, loud silence that is punctuated by the conspicuous gap in the lineup of Pillars gathered for an emergency meeting at Headquarters.

The air between the Sound and Insect Pillars is still; a tear in the fabric of reality, pulled back to reveal that something is wrong, something is out of place.

Something is missing.

Obanai cannot stop staring at it; that space between Kocho and Uzui, the utter absence of matter that should form that familiar face, that signature haori, everything that makes up her and her warmth and her comfort.

Everything he cherishes.

“Then she is dead,” Uzui declares once the Master’s children finish explaining their summoning.

“We don’t know for certain,” a soft voice, feminine and evocative of that which is distinctly pink, rises above their heads at the opposite end of their line. “Missions often take weeks, and she may simply be unable to answer —,”

“No one has seen or heard from her in weeks, nor has there been any sight of her crow.” The Sound Pillar challenges, though not unkindly. He is familiar with the friendship between the Vine and Love Pillars, and he does his best to deliver the blow as painlessly as he can. “Even Y/L/N would not ignore an emergency summons from headquarters, no matter how deep in her mission she might have been.”

Obanai is still staring at the void between his comrades where she should be, but Uzui’s words make his fists clench, the skin of his knuckles white. Beside him, the Wind Pillar shifts, sensing his growing agitation.

His panic.

Though he is inclined to voice his agreement with the pinkette at the end of their formation, Serpent Pillar does not speak. He cannot; not while he is busy retracing the last weeks in his mind, mentally calculating how much time would have passed between that night and the mission she did not return from, and whether there was a chance it was different from the one that haunted his every waking moment.

“Where was she assigned?” Rengoku’s voice was strong and commanding as ever, though if he listened hard enough, Obanai could discern the faintest tremble as the Flame Pillar, too, worried after his absent friend.

“A fishing village in the east.” One of the Master’s twins answers, and it feels like an accusation only he can hear, as Obanai feels the very ground beneath his feet break apart and open wide.

How he wishes the oblivion below the earth would swallow him up.

“She’s dead.” Uzui repeats, his head bowing solemnly.

“She’s not,” both the Love and Flame Pillars insist in unison.

Wide, anxious green eyes peer over the heads of their comrades at him, and Obanai can feel how they burn into his head, beseeching him to say something, anything, but he does not; cannot.

The Master’s pristine garden falls away, as does the rising bickering of the other pillars as they debate the merits of a search and rescue operation; whether they have the numbers or time to spare it any consideration. Whatever they decide, it is without the Serpent Pillar’s vote, because he cannot hear them over the roaring in his ears; the new truth he is forced to bear.

That truism is this: the Vine Pillar is missing.

And it is entirely his fault.

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mamayan · 7 months

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Humbly requesting Yobai with Giyuu (he goes to reader), a lil bit of yandere spice appreciated ✨👀

For you Desi? Anything ♡ This man makes me love the color blue~

★YOBAI☆

Giyuu Tomioka x Fem! Reader

tw: Obsessive/Possessive Themes • Oral (F) • Fingering (F) • Light Overstimulation • Rough Sex • Light Breath Play • Fluff/Humor

YOBAI Series: Kyojuro, Sanemi, Obanai/Mitsuri

Idea given by @rottmntrulesall and continuously inspired by @desi-the-blue-eyed-kakushi ♡

“I love you.”

He had been too stunned to reply, left frozen like a fool, unable to truly fathom those three simple words. He understood what they meant, but oddly his brain just couldn’t fathom how it factored in him.

You loved him? He wanted to ask you why first and foremost. It left him reeling, because did you mean you loved him like a friend? Did you only love him like family?

Did you love him like a man?

He was moving aimlessly, arms crossed as he stalked the residential streets near his home. His face set in its familiar stoic default, hiding his inner turmoil as his legs carry him down another set of homes.

He’s hardly paying any attention, only reacting to the voice which calls out in the quiet night.

“Tomioka-san? Are you out on a mission?” Colors clash as Giyuu comes face to face with the flame pillar Kyojuro Rengoku.

The man was dressed casually, holding what appeared to be confectioneries from a local shop boxed up in one hand. His gaze was friendly and curious as ever, smile as warm as its owner.

That’s right, Giyuu thought, the flame Hashira had gotten himself engaged had he not? He must have some sort of knowledge of this unfamiliar unfurling within his chest.

It was driving him nearly mad, the way your voice seemed to echo that single sentence on repeat.

“Rengoku-san… you’re experienced in love?” The water pillar’s question struck something weirdly familiar in Kyojuro, as Giyuu moved closer. The dark haired young man looked tired; which, coupled with his expressionless face only aided in aging his appearance.

“Haha! Yes! I am getting married soon!” His boisterous laugh grates on Giyuu’s ears, but he grits his teeth and endures for the sake of figuring all this out.

“Y/N said she loved me…” if Kyojuro hadn’t known the gloomy man for so many years, he might’ve thought Giyuu was scared in the admission.

The flame Hashira just wanted to go home and eat the sweets he bought with his fiancé, not have this conversation in front of his house. His lip twitched, but smile remained as he cautiously prodded further.

“And…?” His smile dropped at Giyuu’s blank face.

“What?” His eye twitched.

“Tomioka-san… did you say anything back?” Kyojuro felt a pang of pity for you as Giyuu shook his head, lips set in a firm line.

“So you just rejected her?” Giyuu’s eyes widened.

“I didn’t reject her…?”

“You did though Tomioka-san.”

Kyojuro wanted to go home, but a strange moral obligation kept him speaking, and for a moment he wondered if his family gave off matchmaker energy.

He’d speak with his father later, for now he focused on aiding his social awkward comrade as quickly as possible.

He felt further conflicted after speaking with Rengoku.

So he spent his free time following you, his thoughts consumed by you, fighting the pull he felt. This couldn’t possibly be healthy or normal, you shouldn’t haunt even his dreams. You respected his space, but every hopeful glance you sent his way sent him spiraling further.

Why did you need to be so lovely? So hard working and dedicated, you spent your days busy and helpful. Giyuu never truly realized how busy a Kakushi’s day could be, but it was possible it was just you.

Were you overworking yourself?

Did you eat breakfast this morning?

You sneeze cutely.

He likes how you laugh.

Your eyes glitter when you see the notes he begins anonymously leaving you, searching anywhere and everywhere, yet never seeing him from his perch in the trees. He likes the game he starts of cat and mouse, amusing himself watching you struggle to figure it out.

You’re quite the detective though, finally bringing out a simple note to show Kocho who recognizes his script.

He still doesn’t reveal himself, avoiding your growing awareness.

He enjoys spending his free time watching over you, dancing around your confession, until someone new appears in your little world.

A male demon slayer, around his own age, asking you on a date.

A romantic one. The sort which leads to engagement and marriage. He nearly pulled his blade, a boiling rage bubbling up and over his top, red flashing through his gaze.

You declined, polite and kind as always, but it didn’t matter. That man spoke to you because Giyuu hadn’t claimed you.

You were his weren’t you? You said you loved him.

Giyuu grit his teeth, face distorted even now as you returned to work and the day faded into night.

Even training was useless, his mind conjuring up images of you with someone else, smiling and directing that soft gaze on them.

His blade came down again, body covered in sweat as he huffs in exhaustion.

It still wasn’t enough. He was trembling from his own emotions attempting to claw through his chest.

He was tired of feeling regret.

The thought of “if I’d only been stronger, arrived sooner, said something” plaguing him until he stood outside your home.

In the middle of the night.

The moon hung as a crescent shining down, surrounded by a sea of stars.

He hadn’t changed out of his uniform, sword still attached to his hip as he moved forward. Gravel crunched under his sandals.

It seemed the closer he got to you, the more agitated he felt.

His hands shaking when he reached the front door, fist clenched and hand raised as if to knock. He froze, realization dawning on how this might look to any nosy neighbors who might be passing by. He slipped around back, away from sight and instead using a side entrance into your home that was left unlocked.

That fact made him uncomfortable as he moved forward on silent feet, his shoes left neatly by the door as he explored in search of your bedroom.

His chest continuing to itch with frustration until he slid the last shoji back to reveal a simple small room. A futon laid in the center where a bundle laid under the covers.

You looked serene, tucked sweetly away in bed and dreaming of something nice if the small smile on your lips was any indication.

He sighed, sitting down beside your bed with one foot propped up to lean on, looking down at you while you dozed.

Almost an hour passed before he grew impatient again, memories of today still on repeat as he tries to calm himself by just looking at you.

Except he didn’t just want to look anymore, he didn’t want to only observe and tease from afar. He wanted to hold you, speak to you, touch you.

He stood silently, taking off his sword and leaning it against your back wall, moving again to stand over your futon where you laid curled in the middle like a sleeping cat. Completely ignorant to his inner turmoil as he kneels before crawling completely over you.

That’s what you awake to, the figure of Giyuu Tomioka looming over you while you slept.

You startle, not immediately recognizing him in your half dreaming state, mouth opening to speak before a hand gently but firmly covers it.

“Don’t scream,” they weren’t very comforting words, your eyes widening fearfully and trying to adjust to the dark room, but it’s the voice which gives your panic pause.

“I just…” he didn’t know what he needed, because it clearly wasn’t just to see or merely touch you anymore. “I wanted to ask if you meant it… back then.” He was grateful the room was dark, his face feeling hot despite the cool air surrounding him.

You weren’t struggling or fighting him, seeming to have realized who he was already. Giyuu released his hold over your mouth, taking in your pretty features painted by dim moonlight with your eyes trained on him.

“I did mean it,” your voice cute and slurred as you sleepily answer, curious and less afraid now that you know who paid you a nightly visit.

Was he here for…? The thought seemed ridiculous, because Giyuu always struck you as a bit reserved, but why else would he be here in the middle of the night asking you about your confession?

You were still tired, but it helped dispel any nerves which might’ve been present had the sun been up. You let your arms raise slowly, as if it might scare the fearsome demon slayer, and wrapped them around his neck.

It pulled him in a little closer, and you could make out his features a little better like this.

His breath stuck in his throat, enamored by your close proximity, your soft sweet scent, and your words.

You meant it.

You wanted him, and while he was overcome with the urge to self-sabotage his happiness and remind you of his flaws, he was stopped by you leaning up.

Your kiss was feather light, just grazing his own for a split second before pulling away.

He chased you though, his own slotting against yours this time, but the force and pressure has you gasping so he could slip his tongue inside your mouth.

You whined but he devoured it as he pushed the hot muscle around with your own, lighting you with the same passion he was feeling.

He let some of his weight drop, pinning you to prevent you from wiggling away from him, letting his thigh spread your own so he could slot himself in between.

Your yukata was in disarray, so when Giyuu’s groin pressed against your own it was only his pants separating him from your sex.

The feeling of something hard and thick pressing against your slick heat had you moaning, fabric sliding and creating delicious friction against your hooded nub. Shocks of pleasure jolted up your skin, but it was Giyuu’s own groan and pause that disrupted the kiss.

He realized there was nothing beneath your sleepwear, your soft thighs naked up to your stomach, and his own body hiding your slit from his view.

You caught your breath, watching as Giyuu lifted up and moved down your body, fingers quickly digging into the plush flesh of your inner thighs when they tried to close.

“Keep them open.” His eyes are narrowed on the expression of arousal and embarrassment you wear, lips titling up a bit as he smooths his hands down to your ass. “Be good for me,” you nearly choke when he says the words, but you really do when his tongue flicks out right over your puffy clit. Fingers dig into the futon while your eyes lock with his own, ensnared by the lewd show he makes of flattening his tongue and dragging it up slowly through your folds, adding pressure when he feels your legs start to shake.

His languid licks grow more fervent by the minute, his own desperation hastening his movements to lap and suck at your clit, before dropping down to prod your entrance with the tip. Your hips jerk, back arching as you grind against his face, slick coating his lips and chin as he eats you like a man starved.

“G-Giyuu, fuck, please,” it takes him a a moment to realize you used his first name, but when he does he nearly swears aloud.

Grunting when he feels your fingers tangle in his dark hair, Giyuu moves his hand around to press a finger against your tight hole, his tongue not stopping his assault on your throbbing nub. He watches you as he sinks his middle finger inside, the way you twitch and whine, lips parted and eyes heavy lidded as you pant.

Giyuu moans as he sinks deeper inside you, the snug fit around even just one finger as your feverish gummy insides massaged it had his hips rutting into the futon below.

He can tell you’re close, it’s not difficult with the way you buck and pull him closer as he adds a second finger, beginning to stretch you out and pump now.

Giyuu curls his fingers, watching it light you up as you cry out, pretty cunt grinding down and trying to seek even more friction as you tremble and moan.

He’d be a liar if he said it didn’t boost his ego.

It’s when a third finger begins to squeeze into your snug walls that you jerk back, his hand wrapped around your thigh and anchoring your hip keeping you from going anywhere though.

He pauses his movements as you pant, looking at your scrunched features as you adjust to the tiny sting.

“You’re being so good for me,” he praises, slowly sinking three of his thick calloused fingers inside of you, “so lovely and all mine, aren’t you?” His voice has dropped an octave as he lazily pumps his digits, soaked by your arousal and sliding in easier and easier as you relax.

Only when your brows unfurl does he smirk and kiss your inner thigh, sticking his tongue out and dragging it against your skin back to the little bundle of nerves.

The feeling of being so full and his tongue just softly tracing over your clit sends you over the edge.

“I-I’m—hah,” your head falls back as the first wave washes over you, gentle but building. The wet squelching of Giyuu still licking and fucking his fingers into you getting louder, as you realize with a shaky inhale that he’s not stopping.

“Giyuu…!” He tightens his grip, brows furrowing as you break his concentration, intent on absolutely devouring you. You might’ve came but he’s not done with your swollen bud or leaking slit, his fingers leaving your entrance in favor of wiggling the powerful muscle in his mouth inside you. Your core spams around it, cries growing as you nearly rip strands of his hair out in your desperation for relief from his mouth. You can’t break his grip on you, the next orgasm striking you like a slap as you cum.

“Mhn—!” Your burning eyes finally blur as tears spill, the ache inside you releasing as pleasure clouds your mind into oblivion.

Giyuu only stops when your shaking subsides, lessening his ministrations as you come down from your second high.

He doesn’t realize it’s him shaking until your muscles go lax and limp in his hold, his hands trembling with restraint as he drags himself back up to look down at your blissed out face.

It’s so cute it nearly enrages him, his hands quickly taking off his haori and uniform, yanking at fabric aggressively as he tries to free his painfully hard cock from the confines of his clothes.

You’re still catching your breath, blinking your blurry vision away only to see Giyuu’s naked torso draping over you as he unties your belt and fully opens your yukata.

Your eyes have fully adjusted now, able to clearly see his toned pale skin on display. Scars littered his pretty skin, hard planes of muscle a testament to his devotion as a slayer, but his steely gaze isn’t cool like the water breathing he uses. Those dark blue pools are boiling as he looks at your soft nude figure, hands quick to grasp your hips and slide up to your chest.

“I’m the only one who gets to see you like this…” his solemn and possessive tone have goosebumps erupting on your skin. The feel of his hands are rough as they trail and dance across your breasts, two fingers coming together to pinch harshly at your nipple, pulling a huffed squeak from your lips as you pout up at him.

He smiles at you.

Not a half smirk or tiny twitch of his lip, but a warm smile filled with adoration, and it leaves you vulnerable for his next attack.

He plants one forearm just above your head, leaning close for a searing slow kiss that was downright filthy in how he lewdly moaned into your mouth. The deep sound reverberating into you as you melt further beneath him.

You’re distracted, boneless legs easily pried further open for his hips as he slides closer to you, his free hand letting the reddened soft tip of his cock brush through your soaked lower lips.

You jolt at the sensation, the heat of his body taking you by surprise, but his mouth follows when you pull back, biting down on your lower lip and licking the sting away when you whine.

Then you feel pressure, at first odd but not painful. Giyuu huffs against your mouth as your walls crush the tip of his cock as he pushes in.

“Relax for me, let me in,” he’s fighting hard not to just shove entirely inside you in one thrust. Your warm and soft body leaving his head muddled as he pulls out, before pushing in again, working himself deeper inch by inch.

Your clammy palms find his biceps, fingers digging into the hard muscle as you try to obey and relax for him, but you can’t help when you clamp down with the feeling of being invaded by his burning rod continually shoving into you. He wasn’t outright painfully thick, but his length far surpassed his fingers as his cock pushed your limits before he was fully seated inside, tip pushing up your cervix to fit completely while your legs trembled and tensed around him.

“Y/N,” you didn’t mean to close your eyes, just consumed with concentrating on getting used to him, when a large palm cupped your cheek and encouraged you to look up. Your eyes widen at the sight of him, flushed and heaving for breath just from feeling you squeeze around him, brows taunt as he gazes at you with those softening eyes.

“Am I hurting you?” You shake your head, because it didn’t hurt, he was just stretching you out so much it was leaving you reeling.

He seemed to understand as he chuckles, kissing your temple as his hips slowly drag out of you, each vein on his cock rubbing in his exit. Your nails bite deeper into his skin, your exhale of breath sharp before he shifted and nudged a new spot that made you moan.

“There?” He’s not actually asking you. Not when he sinks back in, watching your every expression while gauging where that spot was.

He brushes it with his tip, the spongey area making you clench and slacken in the same moment, toes curling as the thickness inside seems almost unbearable before feeling so good your own hips rock up to meet his thrust.

“You’re so tight,” his hair has come loose from the ponytail he keeps it in, thick strands tickling your collarbone where they drop, his shoulder muscles taunt with pent up energy as he begins a steady pace inside of you, letting your slick glide him into your narrow hole. His eyes flicking up and drinking in the almost drunk expression on your pretty face, adoring how you both seemed to fit together like puzzle pieces.

“G-Giyuu,” your panting little moans are speeding up with his thrusts, the room becoming sweltering as your bodies collide, his groin coming flush against your ass with each loud smack of his balls. His hand tangles in the blanket below, gripping the fabric as he concentrates on not filling you up carelessly. His free hand moves up your hip where he’d been holding you, brushing over your sensitive nipples teasingly before gently wrapping around your throat.

One of your hands wrap around his wrist, cautious and curious of why he was holding you like this, but not fighting when he lightly squeezes the sides of your throat.

“Oh,” you moan, voice a little hoarse and softer than usual as you feel your head go light and airy while the intense pleasure inside of you spikes. His cock spearing and bullying your insides as he groans, your pussy only becoming tighter as he restricts your blood flow lightly, watching your fucked out face in fascination. His own isn’t any better but you’re not paying attention, only caring about the bubble expanding inside your belly again, his cock threatening to pop it at any second, his lower half soaked in your slick as it slides down your ass and onto the futon.

“Are you going to cum for me?” His expression is nearly pained as he restraints himself, smirking as you senselessly babble something incoherent but your nails scrape sharply over his skin and help clear his mind. He shifts even closer, forcing himself to hunch over you while he releases your throat and grips under your knees.

You cry out as he lifts your legs up, pressing your knees almost to your collarbone while he drills your cunt, his feet digging into the futon below as he has you in a mating press. His nose nearly brushes yours, so close but far as he grunts and slams into you, the new angle increasing the tightness, your walls milking him while he fucks you stupid.

“Fuck—m’gonna cum, Giyuu!” Your eyes roll back, insides clamping down and seizing around him while you gush, cream forming around the base of his cock while he pants, teeth grit while he focuses on drawing out your release as long as he can. “N-no more, please!” You nearly wail as his cock overstimulates you, still brushing against that spot inside that has you seeing white.

He takes mercy this time, pulling out so quickly your hole is left gaping for a moment as he sits back and grips his cock and works himself fiercely over you, grunting and biting down on his lip while his balls draw up tight and he shoots ropes of hot cum over your dripping pussy and lower belly. Using his tip to smear it over your swollen lips as he groans.

You watch quietly, body still thrumming with euphoria from your orgasm as Giyuu finishes too, looking ruined as he finishes on you before nearly collapsing too.

He lets himself fall to his side, one arm reaching out and dragging you against him despite both your sweaty figures. He holds you tightly while you both calm, your heartbeat slowing as exhaustion takes hold and your eyes droop.

As a Hashira, he’s quick to recover, and while he could certainly stand to take you two or three more times, he instead relishes in the feel of holding you against him so intimately.

You’re asleep in minutes, breathing even as you doze against his chest.

He closes his eyes, letting his forehead drop against the crown of your head, whispering quietly what you fell asleep too quickly to hear.

“I love you too…” he’ll say it again when you wake.

“Thank you,” Kyojuro looks up from the training dummy he’d just destroyed, gaze landing with surprise on the water Hashira standing awkwardly before him, not looking at him.

Giyuu stood with his arms crossed staring off into the distance, reminding Kyojuro of an old man with the sort of serene gaze only the elderly possessed.

“Ah! You’re welcome haha! You took my advice?” His bright eyes widened, quite shocked in truth.

Giyuu merely nodded, turning to walk away having said his gratitude now.

Kyojuro didn’t stop him, still amazed his half-assed terrible advice had actually worked. Unlike his younger brother who was quite beloved and well known by the corps, Kyojuro could care less about Giyuu’s emotional constipation.

He’d told him to stop being a coward and act like a man.

You never did find out that Giyuu’s “night crawling” act was in fact just his strange way of coming to tell you his feelings before he could talk himself out of it and lose you to another.

Your kiss just initiated what he’d been holding back. ♡

Giyuu’s face whenever he sees that other slayer who tried to ask you out.

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