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*points at bruce and danny in 'late at night when the nightingale sings'* THESE TWO MFERS MEAN SO MUCH TO MEEEE
no thoughts head empty just these two socially inept fools finding family in one another. like yes you go you funky little death omens stole that one from a comment on the fic, so if you see this you know who you are, discover that family isn't only tied in blood.
bUT onto less mushy stuff: these two being shenaniganizers; tomfools. Bruce realized that Danny didn't actually know he was Bruce Wayne and instead of going "oh actually im bruce wayne" he went; "hrm... how long can i keep this going until he realizes...."
like. i think they deserve to be the sillies. just utter goobers the both of them. like, danny makes the wittiest side comments, dry quips, under his breath towards Bruce while they're out in public (Danny covering his face with a face mask) and Bruce is trying not to laugh. Meanwhile if Bruce makes one sly comment about someone to Danny, Danny's gonna collapse with laughter.
Bruce plays straightman in most of their bits, he has the best fucking poker face. But also I firmly believe he does actually enjoy Danny's puns. Look me in the eyes- look me in the eyes. Try and tell me that a man that willingly agrees to call a car "the batmobile" even after his eight year old ward grows up (thus negating the need to go along with his antics) doesn't enjoy a good, well-placed pun. Look me in the eyes and try to tell me that. That's right you can't.
He's gonna spit out a well-placed pun in the driest, most boring Batman Voice Ever one day while he's getting ready for patrol, and Danny's gonna fucking die of laughter. He's gonna lose his mind. Bruce is going to have a half-dead sickly teenager laughing his lungs out in the chair. That's a new core memory right there, every time Danny thinks about that he's gonna start giggling.
just!!! these two making each other laugh! That's so important to me. So so much. I nEED Danny to get Bruce to smile and laugh and I need Bruce to make Danny do the same. Danny's all snark and sass and Bruce is all deadpan and dry quips. Do you all see my vision.
#dpxdc#danny fenton is not the ghost king#dp x dc#dpxdc crossover#dp x dc prompt#blood blossom au#firm believer of bruce having a sense of humor. batman being a troll is my favorite thing ever. mister 'i assaulted three [officers]'#they're banned from the kitchen but only when its the two of them unsupervised because they'll make a mess. Danny's not used to working wit#machinery that doesnt spontaneously come to life sometimes and Bruce is Bruce. They tried making a smoothie once and it ended in disaster#there was smushed frozen berries and milk all over the counter and cabinets. it got all over them. the floOR was a slipnslide. danny smelt#like rasp+blackberries all day and so did bruce. the last time they tried to make pancakes together it ended in an impromptu flour fight#flour EVERYWHERe. they both looked like ghosts. Danny started it. he took a glob of the batter and smushed it on Bruce's face.#bruce merely retaliated. that was the incident that got them officially banned from the kitchen without alfred's direct supervision#they can be there individually but not together. that's just spelling trouble#have the vivid mental image of Danny (masquerading as Jackson) looking around Bruce at some other rich socialite with just combination#baffled and deadpan look on his face. before looking up at Bruce and flatly going 'i think we're gonna have to kill this guy Buzz'#and Bruce just takes a sip from his champagne flute. He looks equally unimpressed. And quietly so that only Danny hears him. goes *'fuck'*#except he does it in the Batman Voice. and Danny has to hide his face in the back of Bruce's suit jacket to hide his laughter.#ALL OF THE INSIDE JOKES GUYS. ITS ABOUT THE DOMESTICITY. THE LAUGHTER THE JOY THE GOOD FEELS#*GRIPS YOU BY THE SHOULDERS WITH HEAVY BREATHING* DO YOU UNDERSTAND THE VISION. ITS THE RELEARNING TO LOVE AND BE LOVED
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deadclaws being so attuned to each other that they have a conversation with facial expressions
#bounces like tigger THEY'VE NEVER BEEN GOOD WITH WORDS#AND THROUGH THE MASKS TOO. THEY MAKE FUN OF OTHER PEOPLE WHILE MASKED THEMSELVES#wade's going to see someone to judge and then turn around at Logan if he saw it too#Logan already cringing with poorly hidden disgust#Wade collapsing out of frame wheezing with laughter#or#Logan seeing some bullshit that totally merits judgment (it doesn't. hes just being a bitch)#turns around to face wade in the deadpool suit. wade goes *wiggles eyebrows*#logan shakes his head âdont you fuckin say anything đ€«â but he's also barely able to hide his own smile#OR#and I've written about this one#Logan held at Wade's gunpoint again. Wade shifts his attention to the ground as a signal for Logan to duck#THAT'S WHAT I WANT#NONVERBAL POWER COUPLE ADAMANTIUM GAYS#deadpool and wolverine#deadpool#wolverine#deadpool 3#logan howlett#wade wilson#poolverine#deadclaws#deadpool 2024
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take a meme and make it double
#resident evil#resident evil 3#jill valentine#nemesis#nemesis t type#nemestine#re tyrant#re nemesis#nemesis tyrant#bereal#bereal meme#2024#meme redraw#idk#suggestive#cw sex toy#???#sorry i couldn't get it out of my head#couldn't see any faves going w singing#so i just added personal fun layers#maby nems isn't even singin#he just yknow#takes a sniff#*hides face with a laughter*
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Andy absolutely DYING at Kremy getting jealous of Gideon in episode 43 is the funniest shit ever
#Andy is truly one of us#like covering his face to hide uncontrollable laughter#I love him#legends of avantris#once upon a witchlight#ouaw#coalecroux#kremy lecroux#gideon coal#andy flynn
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rita "no eye see" kaniska
#love that you can either interpret it straight (or not) that Rita can't stand Yanma/jealous/embarrassed for or not Yanma#but also they are dying from laughter like Yuzuki absolutely would#(Aoto's Rita did made a funny face at Jeramie so they could now be seen making weird faces under the cowl all the time XD)#yuzuki is probably thinking good thing she has the cowl to hide her laughing lol#she did made a tweet to remind us of this scene#ko36#kingohger spoilers#kingohger#rita kaniska
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Lan Xichen and Wei Wuxian only started to get into tickle fights because one day, while he was teaching about music cultivation to Wangjiâs class, since he had to go to shufu resolve a serious matter, Wei Wuxian confused him for Lan Zhan and, in an unfair attack from behind, locked his arms in a hug and tickled his ribs until a very (not familiar??) laughter was ringing in the air.
Of course, even after saying that he didnât take the confusion to his heart and accept his brother in lawâs apologies, his revenge was swift and merciless. Not one to be easily outdone, Wei Wuxian decided to compete to see who was the biggest tickle monster in Gusu Lan
Rip mah bro Lan Wangji. And the juniors. They will all be missed
#gehsvhavwgvejeveke#i just#think the way that Lan Xichen and Lan Zhan are described to look like twins except that Xichen smiles is something that should explore more#which means#give me paragraphs and stories about the difference of their laugy#*laughter and reactions while being tickled. and all the similarities too#the way that Lan Zhan will just comoletely melt while laughing his heart out and Lan Xichen will try to roll or grab or hug himself#to stop himself from moving#the way that Lan Xichen tries to hide his face during such an onslaught of giggles and snorts and shrieks#the way that Lan Zhan doesnât because suddenly his mind can't focus on anything else but how much it tickles#and that is quite good. because the way that when both manages to get a hold of themselves. there will be barely a signal.#a quick rush of white as they pin the person who was attacking them on the floor and get their revenge#âĄâĄâĄ#Kanene's fic#mdzs tickle headcanons#mdzs tickles#mdzs tickling#i gotta stop putting half of the story in the tags ahagyagqjavywgw#this was a fun fact for my new fic that I've been holding on for some time now#but since I think it will only be posted next year I donât mind sharing a bit of it qgfwywv2kwftwcw#yesterday the yunmeng prides. today the twin jades.... when will they stop living in my head fr fr#ALSO JUNO YOU ARE AMAZING I CAN'T STOP SMILING ABOUT UR JIANG SIBS HCS AAAAAAAAA âĄâĄâĄâĄ IF YOU ARE READING THIS TY SO SO MUUUUUCH âĄâĄâĄ
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Flavio is gonna fucking GET you
#flavio#pa-patch wakes up as flavios untying his bandanna FLAVIO wydâŠ#he hides the blowtorch behind his back ERMMMM NOTHINGâŠ.#pa-patch squints his 1 singular eye FLAVIO MC FLAVISON were u trying to PRANK me?!?)? so rude#flavio isnt paying attention to which direction the nozzle is facing at gets set on fire and dies#he comes back as a ghost#pa-patch dies of laughter and also comes back as a ghost#they both awkwardly stare at each other#sooo⊠like. do u wanna make out or something#they make out the end#wait does pa-patch even have a fuse
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Green, the one and only ^^
You need to meet this fella
#her face wings hide her laughter and smile when she needs#steven universe#su#su future#green diamond#angel green#angel au
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Am I the only one who sees Keith as like a super smiley person post s7-8? Like, seeing him s1 vs s8 is crazy and so sweet bc he went from an incredibly angry and closed off person to someone who's able to let people in and comfort others and control his temper better. Like when I picture Keith in later seasons, especially if he's dating Lance, as a super smiley person. Also, Klance and Broppy are the same thing. So. Yeah. I love thinking about how far the paladins have come, especially Keith, and that one scene between Keith and Hunk on Earth is SO SWEET!! Keith, imo is someone who, after having learned that there are more people than just Shiro who wants to make an effort to get to know him, and letting people in isn't the end of the world, and having friends is an actually attainable idea, is someone who enjoys laughing and smiling and being open towards people. It's not necessarily that he didn't want to get to know people, it's that people didn't want to get to know him. He said in his vlog that he pushed people away before they got the chance to reject him. I could only imagine how proud Shiro would be about the fact that Keith has a whole friend group now (same with pidge but I can make a separate post about them if anyone wants me to!), and even if he still isn't the most approachable person ever, he has a whole group of people who understand him and are willing to defend him for it. I imagine that Keith is someone who has that rough exterior and looks mean and yeah he's not very good at talking, but like he's so sweet and people should make an effort to get to know him.
#voltron#keith kogane#voltron legendary defender#character study#headcanons#keith voltron#lance mcclain#takashi shirogane#shiro voltron#lance voltron#pidge holt#voltron pidge#he likes jokes i know he does. shiro makes dad jokes and he tries not to laugh but he sucks at hiding his laughter#shiro knows this and says them with a straight face solely with the intent to make keith laugh#thats p cringe for 2024 ik đ”#klance
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Hung out with my bf and our friends today and it was so so wonderful. Watching my bf make everyone pizza was so so cute i had to ask if he needed help with it. He also made cake and soda like that is so cool he is so cool. And later he said to me in the car that he loves cooking for other ppl and im just like đ„șđ„șđ„șđ„șđ„čđ„čđ„č how r u the most precious man on earth
#refiba screams#bf tag#and also since today was a heat wave i was feeling drowsy and crummy#and he let me sleep in his room with the ac and sent me to bed with a kissie#and he only woke me up when the pizza was ready#i woke up with the BIGGEST urge to just cuddle him#auuughhh why is he so cute!!!!!!#aldo we were playing jackbox talking points and my speech was about penis#and we were all just fucking dying of laughter that he fell on the floor and i had tears in my eyes#probably the best speech of the day tbh#i was basically just saying stuff like: you need to stop hiding behind ur ginormous cock bc i cant see your face like i need to cut it off#like jesus christ i could not BREATHE
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Honestly the only reason I haven't given myself the title of Mattel COO when it comes to my CEOposting, is that I know for a fact that he's the kind of guy who'd just start making pigeon noises instead of pronouncing it as it is and I'd simply fucking die every time he addresses me fhdkdbjdjs
#y'all know I'm right. I just am.#he'd just. coo over my shoulder. repeatedly. each time louder.#I'd be too busy hiding my face behind my hands choking with laughter but that won't make him stop.#he will get my attention or else fhdhfjjd#the fuck have i just typed. help.#CEOposting
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Simon gets a message from reader while heâs on base. Itâs a video. The thumbnail looks like a blurred image of a store isle
Once he has a moment to himself, heâs able to sit back and finally check out what you had sent.
The camera pans down to show yours and simonâs two year old daughter. She has half a mini chocolate muffin clutched in her little baby fist and chocolate smudges on her nose and bright pink cheeks. Sheâs standing, staring at something out of frame.
The camera is a bit shaky and Simon can hear you trying desperately to hide your laughter.
âBaby,â you say, âbaby, look at me.â You bend down to bring the camera closer to your daughter, who only turns to look at you for a second before going back to staring at the same spot out of frame.
âWho is that?â
Your daughter raised one of her chocolate covered hands to point towards whatever it was that had been captivating her the entire video. âDaddy.â
Simon hereâs more of your pained stifled laughter and the camera follows your daughterâs gaze, revealing a cheaply made Halloween grim reaper statue, with dusty purple robes, a plastic scythe, and a hilariously misshapen skull face.
He reads the accompanying texts that had followed the video.
[She just started saying âdaddy daddyâ over and over and it took me forever to figure out what she was talking about]
[for a second I thought, âoh is he here?â]
[Im so dense lol]
[she really misses you ]
[I miss you too]
The next text was a picture of your daughter fast asleep in her car seat. Now cleaned of chocolate, she had replaced her muffin with a giant plastic rat that she hugged to her chest like a teddy bear.
[she refused to leave without it]
Simon smiles. It had been a long time since he had a family. People who loved waiting for him to come home.
Your texts had been sent hours ago, and he felt bad about not responding all day.
[thatâs unfair. My mask is made of much better materials]
[I miss you both too. If everything goes right I should be home by Monday]
[and donât call yourself dense]
Simon thinks for a moment, something eating at him about that video
[I wish she didnât know about the mask. I donât want her to see me that way]
You respond quickly, making Simon feel worse about his delayed reply
[Dont worry about that honey. Sheâs only two, and I think she only saw you wear in mask once once or twice. Sheâll forget in a month.]
[She doesnât see you as anything other than her daddy]
[her daddy and her jungle gym]
[lol yes that too]
[Im sorry I donât have a lot of time. Iâll try and call you tomorrow]
[ok Im heading to bed now anyway]
[goodnight I love you â€ïž]
[goodnight I love you too â€ïž]
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"...alright. Just the usual ones? Night time too...and tampons. Don't ever apologise. Alright. We'll be home soon. I love you."
The mid-morning traffic, less frantic now than an hour before, shhhaaaahed around the car. From the passenger seat, Yuuji watched Kento with a fascination about to bubble over with suppressed laughter. Kento put the phone down. Yuuji, just a boy, grinned, almost teasingly at Kento.
"Tampons, huh, Nanamin?"
Kento looked to Yuuji, flicking the windscreen wipers on to rid the screen of drifting cherry blossom. His face remained neutral, sincerely questioning. Yuuji scoffed, bold as brass, before continuing.
"Jeez Nanamin...you're such a simp."
Kento's eyes narrowed, searching for meaning. He repeated, slowly, the word unfamiliar upon his tongue.
"...'simp'."
"You'd do anything for her, right?"
"Is that...a bad thing? You say the word, not that I know it, as if it's derogatory."
Kento tapped on his phone, and Yuuji backpedaled, his grin sliding away to a wide-mouthed grimace as he waved his hands in a fit of no, wait, I can explain. Kento appeared to be reading, his face growing dour. He huffed, one short puff of air from his nose. He tucked his phone away.
"Ah-- Nanamin-- I didn't mean--"
"A simp, hmm? Alright. Come along, Yuuji."
They drove. Yuuji bit his nails as he stared out into traffic. Kento was silent, calm.
And Kento took Yuuji on errands.
At the Conbini, Kento collected pads, tampons, snacks and pain relief.
"Do you have any of the night time ones?" Kento asked the assistant, holding up a pack of pads, unashamed, as Yuuji tried to sink into the floor, just a boy. As the assistant walked away, Kento asked Yuuji, calmly.
"Would a simp do this?"
"Ah...jeez, I...yeah, I guess so."
"Alright."
In the Florist's, Kento was meticulous with the sweating assistant, identifying only the finest blooms of your favourite wildflowers. He commandeered, insisting they were wrapped in brown paper, stamped with wax and tied with ribbons. Tapping his fingers on the counter, bored, Yuuji's reverie was once more broken by Kento's smooth timbre.
"Would a simp do this?"
Kento walked up beside Yuuji, with a spray of sweet botanicals in his arms. Yuuji squirmed beneath the schooling.
"Yeah, I...I reckon so. Probably."
"Splendid. Come along."
At the launderette, collecting your repaired jacket; "Would a simp do this?"
At your parents' house, dropping off a birthday card; "Would a simp do this?"
At Jujutsu High, filing some late paperwork for you; "Would a simp do this?"
In the car, calling Ijichi to cancel drinks the following night; "Would a simp do this?"
By the time Kento had completed his errands, Yuuji sulked, just a boy, begrudging how overboard Kento had gone, all because Yuuji had used slang that meant nothing apart from something Kento couldn't understand.
Yuuji stood back in the hallway, shucking his shoes off, as Kento walked ahead.
Yuuji's eyes darted up, to you, shocked to see that you were...a mess. You could hide the tears all you liked, but your puffy lips and salt-sore cheeks told of a whole day of crying. The dinner Yuuji usually enjoyed wasn't made. The fragrant candles that Yuuji usually enjoyed weren't lit. The curtains were closed.
Yuuji felt vicariously guilty for something he had not done, but he listened to yours and Kento's mumbled conversation.
"...sorry...so shit...haven't done anything...needed you...Yuuji must be hungry, I..."
"...shhh...done nothing wrong...Ijichi cancelled tomorrow anyway...order take-out...come here..."
Kento held you in a rustle of bags and brown-papered flowers. He did not begrudge the tear stains on his lapels. He looked at you as though your very blood ran divine, when you gave the flowers and bag of snacks a watery smile, pressing a salty kiss to Kento's cheeks before walking to the kitchen.
As Kento and Yuuji stood back, watching you swipe your tears away before beginning to fill a vase with Kento's wildflowers, Yuuji dawned upon the cusp of a bold new understanding. Kento felt it, this gentle yearning, and took Yuuji by the hand over the horizon.
Kento's voice was, slow, considered, and gut-wrenchingly sincere.
"Never deny yourself the beauty of loving someone without restraint, for the fear of vulnerability, Yuuji. Never let anyone taint the way love should guide and consume you. Because if loving wholeheartedly is weakness...you shouldn't want to be strong."
Yuuji watched the gentle golden thread of joy that Kento had woven through your sadness. He shuffled, his hands in his pockets, his peachy head tilted down as he kicked at his shoes.
"...yeah, I get you. I'll... I'll be a simp too, then. When I find the one. And...and I'll be proud of it."
Kento smiled, pressing a bag of snacks to Yuuji's chest.
"And I'll be proud of you."
#pseudowho#jjk#pseudowho answers you#kento nanami#nanami kento#jjk nanami#kento nanami x reader#kento nanami x you#haitch#Papamin by Pseudowho#Papamin by Haitch#nanami my love#husband nanami#nanami art#jujutsu kaisen nanami#jujutsu nanami#kento nanami x y/n#nanami#nanami fanart#nanami fluff#nanami kento fluff#nanami kento x reader#nanami kento x you#nanami x reader#nanami x y/n#nanami x you#nanamin
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Hashira Training: Wifely Duties
Synopsis: Your husband is working hard to train the members of the Demon Slayer corps in preparation for the upcoming battle with Muzan. However, they seem a bit stressed. You decide to help in other ways, like a good wife. Pairings: [SEPARATE] Uzui x Reader, Giyu x Reader, Obanai x Reader, Sanemi x Reader, Rengoku x Reader, Gyomei x Reader
Content: MDNI, fem! reader, oral male & female receiving, dacryphilia (Uzui), bath sex (Uzui), bondage (Obanai), pregnancy (Himejima), unprotected sex, rough sex (Sanemi), overstimulation, breeding (Rengoku), I hope I didnât forget anything else but sorry if I did.
Word count: 7.2K (bruh)
A/N: Just finished the Hashira Training Arc. No anime episode has ever stressed me more than that finale...Added Rengoku as a hypothetical what-if since he's my favorite hashira. Muichiro excluded since he's a little baby but I still love him.
Uzui Tengen: Former Sound Hashira
âMove your asses! If you donât finish the last rep, no dinner for you tonight!â
Your husbandâs loud voice carries a great distance, no surprise coming from the former sound hashira. This allows you to find him and your other co-wives fairly easily as you make your way up the mountain side where Tengenâs endurance camp had been set up.
Youâre met with a somewhatâŠcomedic(?) sight..of your flashy husband dressed in a casual kimono swinging a wooden sword at the fallen demon slayers who were clearly on the verge of passing out from exhaustion. You couldnât help but feel pity for the poor kids.
âIf you donât get it together youâll never survive what the other hashira have in store,â Tengen huffed, seemingly more annoyed than angry.
âNow now, Tengen-sama, donât be so hard on the kids,â you sigh, setting down the extra pot you had been tasked with bringing to help prepare dinner. âYouâll end up giving them all nightmares.â
The way Tengenâs face lights up when he sees you makes your heart flutter. "Y/n! I was wondering where you went off to."
"I asked her to go back home to grab another stew pot," Makio chimed in, all while throwing a subtle glare towards a Suma. "Since someone forgot to do what they were told and bring it like asked.
Suma proceeds to hide behind you and Hinatsuru as you help her with the rice for the onigiri. "Uwahh! Y/n-san! Hinatsuru-san! Makio-san is targeting me again!"
"Please, don't start," You sigh.
"We all need to do our part," Hinatsuru said, like the mature woman of the group she was. "Let's do our best with dinner so that we aren't inconveniencing Tengen-sama."
With four sets of hands, you guys get dinner done by sundown, the smell of fresh onigiri and beef stew wafting through the air. However, the poor demon slayers were so worn out from your husband's brutal training, you don't think any of them would have the energy to even think about eating. Still, Tengen snaps at them to do so as to not let you all's hard work go to waste.
"Tengen-sama, please try to relax a little," you gently say, tugging on the end of his kimono. You offer him a bowl you had prepared. "It's not good to get so worked up."
Although grateful, Tengen doesn't say anything as he takes the food you offered, sipping the broth in silence.
That night, you soak in the Uzui Manner's private onsen, the stress of the day clouding your thoughts. Youâre worried. You know the final battle against Muzan will inevitably happen, but youâre terrified. For your friends. For your family. What if Tengen has to come out of retirement to help? What if you and your co-wives are caught in the middle like in the Red Light District?
Youâre so in your head that you donât even hear the door open and someone enter. âWhat a surprise. I thought you were in bed by now.â
Tengenâs voice startles you and youâre quick to sink into the water to cover yourself. Your husbandâs laughter fills your ears. âWhat are you being shy for?â Clad in nothing but a towel, you gawk at your husbandâs physique. Despite officially retiring from the Demon Slayer Corps, his consistent training kept him in shape.
âYou just surprised meâŠthatâs allâŠâ
Tengen settles behind you in the bath, the water sloshing as he enters and pulls you into his lap. You relax against his chest. âYou wanna tell me what you were thinking about?â He asks, tracing his hand down your side making you shiver involuntarily.
âN-noâŠ.its nothing. But you seemed stressed earlier, Tengen-sama. Is there anything I can do for you.â
Tengen sighs, leaning back against the edge of the bath, arms spread and muscles tense. âItâs nothing, love, donât worry.â
You frown. You then turn so that youâre straddling Tengenâs lap, the water splashing with your movement. Tengen raises a brow in confusion, but doesnât question your actions. âP-please allow me to help you, Tengen-sama.â
Tengen chuckles, cupping your cheek gently. âYou already do more than enough for me, and for that Iâm very grateful.â The kiss he pressed against your lips starts off soft, only to grow more intense and desperate. You squirm, letting out a small whimper.
Feeling you rock against him, Tengen groans, his cock beginning to harden. He scoops you up underneath your thighs with one hand, not breaking your kiss. As he lays you down on the onsen deck, you shiver at the cold feeling of the stone. Tengen trails gentle kisses down your neck while his fingers grace your clit, stimulating the sensitive nerves.
âW-wait. W-wait,â you suddenly protest. Tengen pulls back, worried he hurt you. âI-I want to be of use to you, Tengen-sama. Please let me please you.â
Tengen wears a rather perplexed expression before chuckling. He sits back on the end of the bath. âOk then, please me.â
You drop to your knees before your husband, taking his cock gently into your hands. Itâs already stiff with arousal, pre pearling at the fat tip. Your finger traces the thick vein running up the side of Tengenâs length, making him twitch.
Tengen groaned as your warm mouth enveloped him, his head leaning back in satisfaction as his fingers gripped your hair tightly. You immediately began to suck, feeling your jaw strain as he began to swell in size. Tears prickled in your eyes, and you rest your hands on Tengenâs thighs to steady yourself.
"Mhmm fuck," Tengen moaned deeply. His low raspy voice only turned you on more. He gripped Your hair harsher and pulled you closer; you nearly gag. "Fuck. Don't stop. Use your hand. Fuck. There you go.â
You eagerly obliged, sucking him harder and taking more of him, or as much as you could cause he was just so damn big. Tears trickle down your cheeks, and it takes all Tengenâs willpower to not buck into your mouth. The sight of you looking at him so innocently, crying as you try to take his size almost has him coming down your throat. You can tell heâs close to his release from the way he tenses, muscles tightening, yet he quickly pulled you away.
âT-Tengen-sama?â You question, out of breath. Before you can react, Tengen has you pulled into his lap and your knees pressed to your chest with his arms wrapped under your legs in a rather embarrassing position that has your cunt exposed. In a single thrust, the tip of his cock kisses your cervix and youâre crying out.
Tengen rests his head against your back, breathing heavily. âYouâre so good to me.â He groans at the feeling of your warm cunt wrapping snuggly around him. âI love you so much.â Tengenâs grip tightens, pulling your legs back further as his hips buck up, stretching you further. The slightly uncomfortable position makes you whimper.
âBut tonight, Iâm going to fuck you like I donât.â
Iguro Obanai: Serpent Hashira
You know how ruthless and impatient your husband can be, so you pity the poor slayers who were stuck in the vicious vice-like hold Obanaiâs training has. Most of them had been there for at least a week, if not more, unable to perform at a level that satisfied your husband. So, youâve taken on somewhat of a nurse role, providing first aid to the many bruises, welts and rope burns the slayers received as part of the training. Your hope was that your treatment would lessen the pain of entering the baths.
âThere! All done,â you say, closing up your first aid kit having just treated the cut on one memberâs face. âNext time, remember to guard your vital spots. Youâre lucky it was only training. A demon wouldnât be so forgiving.â
âR-right! T-thank you Mrs. Iguro!â
You wave the slayer off as you finish packing your things up. Though you try to ignore it, you can still hear the whispering about your husband.
âHow did such a sweet woman end up with a man like the serpent hashira?â
âYeah the only real demon here is himâŠâ
You grit your teeth in annoyance, prepared to say something when the sliding doors slam open. The atmosphere tenses as your husband walks in, a very angry and intense aura surrounding him.
âIf you have time for idle chatter then you must not have worked hard enough,â Obanai scowled, Kaburamaru hissing around his neck. The slayers all quickly scramble to their feet and ran to grab their swords and avoid Obanaiâs wrath.
You tug on his haori, stopping him from moving. âDear, be nice.â
The scowl on his face somewhat softens only to immediately return when a new person announces their presence: Kamado Tanjiro.
âI look forward to training under you,â Tanjiro says, as cheerful as ever. Either he didnât see your husbandâs murderous look or he didnât care. âAh! Hello to you too Mrs. Y/n!â
You return the bright smile with one of your own. âItâs great to see that youâve recovered well, Kamado-kun.â
âOĂ! Donât be so casual with my wife like youâre friends!â Obanai snapped. âAnd the rest of you stop gawking at her!â
You can only sigh. Of course, anything that you said practically went in one ear and out the other, and Obanai was so rough with the trainees you were surprised he didnât break anything. Poor Tanjiro in particular seemed to get the brunt of your husbandâs annoyance, leaving him with thankfully only some bruising since the training was conducted with practice swords instead of real blades. However, Obanai wouldnât let treat anyoneâs wounds this time around. The moment he ordered for them to scram somewhere, he dragged you out the dojo and back to the main house.
His grip on your wrist was tight, and you knew better than to protest when he was in his foul moods. But the fact that he hadnât uttered a single word was making you somewhat anxious for what was to come. Was he somehow pissed off at you too?
Once you make it to your shared room and Kaburamaru slithers off somewhere, Obanai closes the sliding door. Itâs just the two of you, the tension in the air is suffocating.
âU-umâŠO-ObanaiâŠa-are you mad?â you try to break the silence only to receive the most piercing glare from your husbandâs dual colored eyes, making you hush up instantly.
âMad?â Obanai scoffs. âNothing you do can make me mad at you. ButâŠâ His eyes trained to yours as he backs you into your shared futon. âI hate the way those idiots gawk and act too friendly with you. Youâre my wife. Youâre mine and mine alone.â
Obanai grabs your chin roughly, forcing you to look at him. His intense gaze while nerve racking is so insanely attractive that youâre whimpering quietly, trying to rub your thighs together in desperate need. Obanai picks up on this and lets out a low chuckle.
âI guess I have to remind you in other ways that you belong to me. Clothes. Off.â
You quickly start taking your kimono off, untying the Obi sash. Clearly you donât move fast enough for your husbandâs liking as he flips you on to your back and starts pulling the fabric off of you.
âW-wait, O-Obanai!â Your cheeks flush in embarrassment. Obanai ignores your pleas, and proceeds to use your obi to intricately tie up your l your wrists behind your back, pinning your arms almost uncomfortably together.
âDonât you look pretty,â Obanai hums in amusement, pleased with the way the bindings were. He grabs your wrists and forces you to bend over, ass in the air. Obanai nudges your legs up to have a clear view of your dripping cunt, to which he inserts a finger, then two. You helplessly squirm against the restraints, keening against his touch.
âYouâre so greedy,â Obanai scoffs. âYouâre just sucking my fingers in.â
âPlease, Obanai,â you beg. âI need you inside me.â
âHmâŠsince you asked so nicely.â
You hear him shuffle around, presumably to remove his clothes. You then feel the heat of his chest as he leans over you. Although he was somewhat rough with the restraints, Obanai is tender when he kisses your shoulder blade.
With one hand on you waist and the other on your wrists, Obanai inches his cock into you, groaning at how tight you feel around him. He bottoms out easily and you moan at the uncomfortable arch the position puts you in.
âM-moveâŠp-pleaseâŠâ you whimper.
Obanai chuckles. He pulls out just to the tip before thrusting back in, setting a rough yet steady pace. His cock reaches so deep thanks to the position he has you in, making you gasp each time it kisses your cervix.
âFuckâŠyou feel so goodâŠâ Obanai groans. Usually heâs not one to be overly vocal during sex, but the heat of your cunt was just so addicting and he thought he would lose his mind.
âP-pleaseâŠâ you stumble over your words as he pounds into you. âC-can I hold you?â
Obanai falters briefly, his chest feeling strangely full. How do you always find a way to be so sweet to him? You were going to be the death of him.
Nonetheless, he unties the knot to release your wrists. He flips you over, realigning his throbbing cock at your entrance. You immediately wrap your arms around his neck and legs around his waist to pull him close. Both of you let out shaky moans as he thrusts back in. You gently kiss at the scars on his mouth, and he shivers in response, taking one of your hands to intertwine with his.
âI love you,â he mutters so quietly you almost donât catch it. You nuzzle into his touch.
âI love you too.â
Shinazugawa Sanemi: Wind Hashira
Youâre currently pissed at your husband and ignoring him. You ignoring him has him even more pissed off, so the Shinazugawa mansion is tense and a literal war zone. The impending war against Muzan is inevitable. While you understand that, you see no reason why your husband has to be such a dick to everyone. Especially to his own younger brother.
âThat damn bastard, who does he think he is, going off the rails like that,â you angrily mutter under your breath as you threat Genyaâs injuries. He winced at the antiseptic on his cut. You frown. âSorry sweetheartâŠâ
âItâs okâŠY/n-neeâŠâ Genya says half heartedly. The recent fight between the Shinazugawa brothers ended up escalating to a dangerous point. If it werenât for Tanjiroâs interference, there probably wouldâve been more injuries. And having known the Shinazugawa brothers since childhood, you were fiercely protective of Genya. So seeing Sanemi attack his brother the way he did without any hesitation was literally your last straw.
âIâm sorryâŠâ Genya said.
âHm? For what?â
âFor causing trouble in you and nii-sanâs marriageâŠâ the younger boy avoids looking you in the eye. âif only I could use breathing techniques and werenât so weakâŠthen maybe heâd acknowledge me.â
âAwe, Gen, donât say that,â you say, pulling the younger boy into a tight hug against your chest. âYour actions have nothing to do with my marriage. Your brother is just being a pain in the ass but that doesnât mean I still donât love him. I know he has a shitty way of showing it, but he does care. Iâm sorry that youâve somehow gotten in the middle of our marital problems. I promise things will get better. For all of us.â
You finish tending to his injuries before placing a tender kiss on his forehead, like you used to do when you were kids. Still, Genyaâs face explodes red at your babying, making you laugh as you take your exit. As you leave, youâre surprised to see your husband standing outside the door with his arms crossed. Your face sours.
âThe fuck you want?â You snap.
âStill got a fuckin attitude?â He retorts.
âSays you.â You walk off in a huff. Sanemi sighs and runs after you.
âY/n, wait. Please talk to me.â
âAbout what?â You say bitterly. âI donât got shit to say to you after the stunt you pulled. I donât want to hear anything from you unless itâs an apology.â
âFuck, fine Iâm sorry! Now will you listen to me?!â Sanemi desperately said, grabbing a hold of your wrist to stop you. Your eyes narrow, not trusting his words. âLook. I know I was wrong but I canât take anymore of you ignoring me and doting all over Genya.â
You snatch your hand away, scowling. âSo now youâre jealous of your kid brother? I used to change his goddamn diapers.â
âThatâs notâŠugh fuck. Come with me!â Once more Sanemi grabs your arm, dragging you through the manner against your protests. He brings you to your shared room, which for the past few weeks youâve stopped sleeping in out of spite. Sanemi closes the door, locking it shut.
âNow what? You got me alone.â You scoff.
âUgh just shut up!â Sanemi yells, grabbing your chin and kissing you frantically, almost desperately. Your response is muffled and your knees immediately go weak as he forces his tongue in your mouth to deepen the kiss. Youâre gasping for air by the time Sanemi pulls away. He buries his head into your shoulder, inhaling your scent that heâs missed so much.
âIâm sorryâŠdammitâŠâ Sanemiâs voice cracks slightly. âI donât want to lose you too. I couldnât bear losing another person so important to meâŠso please, stop being mad at meâŠIâm sorry.â
âNemiâŠâ You cup his cheek before pinching it harshly making him hiss. âYou dumbass. Thatâs what this was all about?I didnât realize you were this goddamn emotionally constipated.â You sigh, Sanemi now glaring at you while rubbing his cheek. You gently kiss the tip of his nose. âIâm not going anywhere any time soon, okay? I promise.â
Sanemi exhales, almost like a sigh of relief. âOkay.â He kisses you again, this time gentler as if heâs afraid youâll leave. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him deeper. âIâve missed you.â Sanemi muttered. His hands begin to wander, trailing up the side of your waist under your uniform.
âDid you miss me, or my body?â You tease.
âMhm? Both.â
âYouâre such a tease.â
âYet you love me anyway.â
Sanemi kisses you again with more force, all while guiding you down to your shared futon. His hands are rough, groping your breasts, pinching your nipples that stiffen at his touch. You roll your hips upward to press against the growing bulge in his pants. Sanemi groans, biting your lip.
âYou like testinâ my patience, donât you?â Sanemi huffs.
âThat depends,â you taunt, beginning to unbutton your uniform top. Sanemi swallows thickly, his Adamâs apple bobbing. âYou gonna do something about it?â
Sanemi grit his teeth. He grabbed you by the waist, flipping you on your backside, the rest of your clothes torn off from his own impatience. âIt looks like Iâll just have to fuck the attitude out of you.â
Your husband makes do of his promise, fucking you senseless into the sheets, weeks of built up tension between the two of you finally being released. Heâs aggressive and rough, gripping at your hips so tightly theyâd probably bruise. Your neck is littered with bite marks, while Sanemiâs already scared torso has fresh red scratches from the way you grabbed at him. Not that he minded.
âF-fuck,â Sanemi groaned, relishing the way you clenched around his cock. His hips snapped against yours, making you gasp and shudder. âFuck I missed this. I missed you. Donât ever fucking ignore me again.â
âN-Nemi, please, Iâm close,â you whimper.
Sanemi grins. He puts your legs over his shoulder, pressing down to pin your thighs back in a mating press. The position, though uncomfortable, allows for his cock to reach even deeper. You feel so deliciously full, Tears prickling in your eyes. you cover your mouth trying to hide the sultry moans leaving your lips.
âNope, I need to hear you,â Sanemi pants, pulling your hair. Your cries are music to his ears. âI need everyone to know how good I fuck my beautiful wife.â
He uses the pad of his thumb to wipe away your stray tears before kissing you tenderly. His pace faltered just a bit, making his thrusts more sloppy as his low grunts turned into airy moans. "Ah fuck I'm gonna come."
Sanemi gave one last deep thrust that had you gasping for air. You shivered feeling yourself be filled while your own orgasm hit. After he was sure he finished, Sanemi pulled out and sat back on his heels. He stared down you with a satisfied look on his face as some of his seed leaked from your swollen sex.
He scooped up some that spilled on to the bed and shoved it back into you. You whimpered from the overstimulation. "N-no more."
"Don't tell me what to do," Sanemi huffed. He aligned his cock at your entrance again and sank in with ease. He lets out a satisfied sigh and pulls you to his chest. "There. Now it'll stay in."
Tomioka Giyu: Water Hashira
âTomioka-San? Hello! Tomioka-San? Excuse me? Are you there? Sorry to bother you. Itâs Kamado Tanjiro!â
Itâs the third day in a row the young boy has come by. At this point, you find it quite comical but you can tell your husband is losing his patience.
âJust entertain him, dear,â you say, folding up the laundry. âYou know heâs not going to stop until you answer.â
Giyu doesnât say anything before picking up his katana and leaving the room. You sigh. He had been so distant since the hashira training started. For some reason, he opted not to participate, and you could only assume thatâs why Tanjiroâs been by every day to convince him otherwise. Nothing you could say would really change his mind either. The last few nights Giyu had been staying out later, only returning when he knew youâd fallen asleep and leaving first thing in the morning.
You didnât want to push and pry, but you hope heâd open up soon. Or maybe, hopefully Tanjiro could talk some sense into him. You decide to at least go to the door and greet the boy.
âGiyu-San!? Maybe heâs not homeâŠâ
âHe just left, in fact,â you say, opening the door. âMaybe you can catch him for me.â
âAh! Y/n-san! H-hello! Sorry if I disturbed you!â Tanjiro said with a bow.
âNo not at all! Youâre always welcome here.â You then sigh. âSorry my stubborn husband is causing you such trouble. If itâs not too much to ask, please talk some sense into him. Iâm sure whatever it is itâs important.
Tanjiro smiled. âOf course! Leave it to me!â
For the next five days, Tanjiro shows up, trying to get your husband to talk to him. Youâre thoroughly entertained by the situation that you do little to mitigate, ignoring Giyuâs obvious and desperate looks for help. After almost two weeks of this, Giyu finally comes home early one night with a rather defeated expression. Youâre in bed reading when he enters your shared room and immediately collapses on the futon.
âRough day?â You tease.
âTanjiro doesnât know when to quit,â Giyu sighs. He sheds his haori and places his is katana off to the side. âHe wanted to have a soba eating contest?â
You laugh. âDid you win?â
âNo. I yielded and promised to help with the hashira training.â Giyu doesnât seem to thrilled by it from the tone of his voice. You frown, close your book and motion for your husband closer. Like a child, he crawls into your lap, laying his head against your chest and wrapping his arms around your waist. Giyu sighs contently, inhaling your scent.
âWhy were you so against participating in the first place? Iâm sorry, but Iâm having trouble understanding,â you say, gently running your fingers through his long hair, pulling it out of his usual ponytail.
âCan we talk about it later?â Giyu mumbles. He nuzzles his face into your chest. âI just wanna hold you right now.â
You cup Giyuâs cheeks, forcing him to look at you. You smile. âItâs ok. Iâm here for you.â You kiss him gently. Giyu relaxes into the kiss, groaning at the softness of your lips. âI love you so much. Donât forget, okay?â
Giyu exhales. âOkay.â
He kisses you again, this time with more urgency. You wrap your arms around his neck to pull him close as you lay back down into the futon. Giyu trails kisses down the side of your neck, leaving love bites in their wake. His wandering hands tug at your nightgown, exposing your breasts to the cool air. His hair tickles your cheek making you giggle.
âCome on,â you tease, unbuttoning the top of Giyuâs uniform. âClothes off.â His cheeks were flushed red, and his arousal was evident from the growing bulge in his pants.
âHelp me, will you?â Giyu asks, shyly hiding his face in the crook of your neck. He watches while you unbuckle his belt and losen his trousers so that they fall to the floor. He could almost sigh from the instant relief when you release his erection from the confines of his boxers.
You give his cock a few languid strokes, making Giyu shudder in response. He twitched in your hand as you rub your thumb over the sensitive tip, precum beginning to leak out.
âA-ahâŠf-feels goodâŠâ Giyu groans. He has to steady himself on his elbows, resting his forehead against yours. It takes all his strength not to cum right there on the spot. He hikes your leg up around his waist and aligns his cock at your dripping entrance. âRelax, okay? I got you.â
Giyu slowly thrusts in, your wetness causing little resistance. You both groan at the feeling of him stretching you out. Your hips buck upwards, searching for more.
âG-Giyu, m-more,â you plea.
Your husband grunted and picked up the pace. He couldn't get the enough of the way you felt around him. The way your gummy walls would convulse with each snap of his hips. Your high pitched and needy moans for him and him alone nearly drove him over the edge.
"T-there! A-again!" You beg. You wrap your arms around Giyuâs shoulders to hold him close. Capturing your lips again, Giyu sucked hard on them in order to bruise. His thumb jabbed against your clit.
The action caused You to cum. You squealed, biting down on his tongue, making him growl. Your clit pulsated, feeling like it was still vibrating. Tingles raced through veins, rocking your entire body.
"F-fuck, I'm close!" Giyu pants.
His own high was reaching. His thrusts became less rhythmic and more sloppy. Low grunts and moans left his lips. The feeling of You tightening around his dick even more was enough to send him over the edge.
He comes with a low groan. His body rocks and he collapses on top of you, burrying his head into the crook of your neck once more. You squirm feeling him release into your womb.
Giyu pulls out, almost reluctantly and pulls you into his chest. He holds you close as you lull off to sleep. Before you doze off you hear your husband mutter a soft âI love you.â
Himejima Gyomei: Stone Hashira
âDamn it!â You huff. âWhyâŠhuffâŠdid hisâŠhuffâŠtrainingâŠhuffâŠhave to be on top of a stupid mountain!â
You slowly waddle your way up the top of the mountain side, on your way to deliver lunch to your husband who had been preoccupied for weeks with the Hashira training. He barely had been home. If he was, it was usually long after you had gone to sleep just to check on you and your unborn child. Then, he was gone before dawn to resume the training.
You missed him dearly. You hated how empty and cold your futon felt without his warmth. You hated how antsy you felt with not only the fear of the upcoming battle with Muzan looming in the distance, but the anxiety knowing that your due date was approaching within the next month. Sitting around was driving you crazy, so you took it upon yourself to make your husband a home cooked meal and bring it to him, asking the crow to guide you. What you didnât expect was him to be at the top of a literal fucking mountain.
âUgh I canât do thisâŠâ you groaned, pausing at a random tree to rest. âMy feet are cramping and if this child kicks me in my bladder one more timeâŠâ
âEh? Mrs. Himejima?â
âEh? Ah! Genya!â While youâre thrilled to see the boy that youâve quite honestly grown attached to like your own child, he on the other hand is freaking out. Why were you out here alone in your condition? Did Himejima know that you were here? What should he do? Help you get home?
âGenya, have you seen Gyomei?â You eagerly ask, grabbing the boyâs hands. âI was trying to surprise him with lunch, but I kinda got lost on my way up here. Itâs such a ways away from the other hashira isnât it.â
âU-um I-I,â Genya stammered. He then sighed. He couldnât say no to you when your expression was so innocent. He also wouldnât forgive himself he let you get hurt. âOk. Iâll lead the way. P-please be careful. Let me know immediately if you need anything!â
âOf course!â
You follow Genya down a path, asking the boy how his training has been with the other hashira. Eventually, the sound of roaring water fills your ears and you both arrive to a massive water fall.
âNamu Amida Butsu,â someone chants and you realize that there are demon slayers standing under the water, bracing the impact.
âOh my, this is Gyomeiâs training?â You gasp.
âOnly the first part,â Genya sighs. âMost people collapse and donât get past the rest.â
âI see.â Youâre not that surprised that your husbandâs session was the seemingly most physically challenging and demanding. It would of course be no issue for him as his giant stature and inhuman strength made even the most impossible of tasks look like a breeze. But you feel for the younger ones who havenât quite figured out how to unlock that same inner strength.
âEh? Wait? Is that Zenitsu!?â You exclaimed, realizing you recognized a head of yellow hair floating down the river. âEhh! Oh dear! Zenitsu!â
âWait! Mrs. Himejima!â
Youâre already waddling toward the riverbed, trying to reach out and grab the seemingly unconscious boy. You strain as you try your best to grab him, but he slips past you. The rocks are slick with water and before you realize it, you lose your balance. Before you tumble forward, someone grabs you by your waist and gently lifts you out of the river.
âMy love, what ever are you doing here?â The low, calm rumble of your husbandâs voice fills your ears. Your cheeks warm as your face lights up in excitement.
âGyomei!â You turn in his arms to hug him around his neck. âI missed you! I bought you lunch! Come on, letâs eat it before it gets cold.â
Gyomei chuckles. âLetâs get you out of the wet clothes first so you do not catch a cold.â He looks over to Genya and gives a slight nod. âThank you for looking after her. You can be done for the day, Genya.â
âR-right! Thank you, sensei.â
You talk your husbandâs ear off about nonsense, him listening with a smile on his face as he carries your back home. By the time you make it back though, youâre sneezing, shivering slightly from the cold.
âMy love, what ever were you doing up there?â Gyomei asks, setting you down. He gently unties your Obi, sliding the wet kimono off your shoulders. âYou couldâve been hurt, dear.â
âI wanted to surprise you with lunchâŠâ you say somewhat bash fully. âI havenât seen you much and Iâve really missed you.â
Gyomei softly smiles. âIâm sorry. I didnât mean to make you feel neglected.â He unties the juban undergarment and youâre left completely bare and exposed before him.
You feel slightly self conscious. Your body has changed so much from the pregnancy. Your breasts were constantly swollen and tender. Your stomach now round and full with stretch marks streaking across your thighs. Yet, Gyomeiâs hands are gentle as he explores the new changes to your body. His fingers grace over the curve of your belly, smiling as he feels his babyâŠyour babyâŠkick against his palm.
âItâs okâŠâ you let out a shaky breath. âI know itâs your job.â
âNo, my first priority is you and will always be you,â Gyomei insists.
âM-mei, can you touch me?â You plea.
âBut youâre so far along now. I do not wish to hurt you, my love.â
âYou wonât!â Maybe itâs the pregnancy hormones. Or maybe itâs the fact that youâve been missing the gentle intimacy with your husband due to his busy schedule. Either way, youâre finding yourself overcome with desire, wanting nothing but for Gyomei to take and fill you up. âPlease?â
Gyomei sighs. He canât say no to you. âIf I hurt you at any point please let me know.â
Laying down, Gyomei pulls you by your waist over his face, his hot breath tickling your core. Your face flushes. âW-wait, Mei, Iâve gained so much weight cause of the pregnancy. Iâm so much heavier now and-â
âI donât care,â Gyomei says, his gentle hands caressing your skin. âYou can sit.â
âB-but-â
âSit.â
The command leaves your legs weak and you settle down over your husbandâs face. He grips your waist as he begins to eat you out. You gasp, for some reason more overly sensitive than usual.
âM-Mei-â you whimper. You rock your hips in tangent with his tongue. Gyomeiâs touch tickles your skin. He traces the curve of your stomach, making you shiver. He cups your breasts. They feel larger, and more swollen than usual in preparation to breastfeed. Your nipples are more sensitive too, stiff from Gyomei playing with them.
Your thighs try to clench shut, which Gyomei puts an immediate stop to. He forces your legs open wider to have deeper access to your dripping cunt as he greedily laps up everything you drop. Your essence is so sweet and he can never get enough of you.
As much as he hates to admit it, heâs hated how much his responsibilities as hashira have taken his focus away from you. Heâs missed your touch, your taste. Heâs missed your scent and your presence. He has noticed all the subtle ways your body has changed and he hates that he hasnât been around more often to witness it.
âA-ah, Iâm gonna cum,â you whimper, gripping at Gyomeiâs hair. You let out a soft cry as your orgasm hits. Your body shudders and you feel your clit tingle as Gyomei sucks on the sensitive nerves. He laps up your release, squeezing your hips to ground himself. âW-wait. T-too much.â Suddenly, a second orgasm rocks your body that leaves you gasping. Your legs have lost their feeling, and you couldnât stand even if you wanted to.
Gyomei pulls you into his lap. He hugs you into his chest, his hands snaking under your stomach to lift it gently and provide you some sort of relief. You sigh contently now that some of the weight was lifted.
âAre you alright my love?â Gyomei asks, kissing the back of your neck.
âMm..â Your cheeks flush as you can feel your husbandâs straining erection by sitting on his lap. His hard cock presses against his pants, yet he makes no effort to deal with it. âM-mei, do youâŠum want some help withâŠâ
Gyomei chuckles, his chest rumbling. âPlease do not worry about me, love. Your comfort and pleasure is my first priority.â
Rengoku Kyojuro: Flame Hashira
Like Uzui, Rengoku came out of retirement to help with the Hashira training. His session would take place after one passed Tokitoâs endurance training and focused on working on Total Concentration Breathing.
Seems easy, no?
Reality is most people pass out due to their inability to regulate their breathing correctly, thus having to start the process all over again. Your job is to go around a bring water to keep the slayers hydrated. But most are unable to drink due to the constricting feeling of the lungs after trying to recover from constantly using total concentration breathing. That along with the other physical strains it puts on the body. So you just do your best to encourage people to drink when they can.
âCome now! You must focus on the flow of your breathing and raise your awareness of your entire body!â Your husbandâs loud voice carries across the training grounds. You can even hear him when inside. âMastering this will even allow you to detect the most hidden injuries and slow the progression of poisonsâ
âDarling, donât overwork them,â you say, coming outside with a new pitcher of drinks and cups. You offer him a cup, which he gratefully takes. âLet them catch their breath first.â
âVery well! 3 minutes then we shall start the next rep!â
You can feel all the gracious looks from the junior slayers as they can finally recuperate for a moment, even if brief. You know your husband isnât intentionally trying to be harsh. He just gets so passionate about something and sometimes seems to forget that others do not possess the same strength or stamina as him.
âHello? Rengoku-San?â A familiar voice calls out. Itâs a face you and Kyojuro havenât seen in a minute.
âAh! Kamado! Long time no see!â Kyojuro exclaims. âIâm glad to see youâre in good condition!â
âItâs good to see you again! You too, Y/n-san!â
âIâm glad youâre doing well,â you say cheerfully. âGood luck with the training.â
Since Tanjiro had already had some experience with Total Concentration Breathing, his session was slightly modified. Heâd have to tackle the XL gourd, bigger than the one he did at the Butterfly Mansion and then would spar with Kyojuro. If he stopped his Breathing heâd have to restart. But before any of that, for a warm up, all slayers had to run a 5K while maintaining their breathing.
By the time the sun set, just about everyone was passed out, beyond exhausted from the day. Kyojuro was still in overly good spirits, and full of energy as if the training didnât even cause him to break a sweat.
âKyo, I think itâs best to call it a day,â you deadpan.
âReally? But itâs not even dark yet?â Your husband has the most innocent look on his face.
You frown but then an idea strikes you. You lean in close to Kyojuro so that others around you canât hear the next filthy words that leave your lips.
âIf you still have so much energy left, why donât you use that to put a baby in me like youâve been wanting.â
You walk off without letting him respond, so you miss the way Kyojuroâs face explodes red. He rambles off some sort of excuse to the other slayers about training concluding for the day before rushing off to find you.
You wait patiently in your room, undressing so that youâre in nothing but your underwear by the time your husband arrives in a frenzy. Kyojuroâs face is flushed, chest chest heaving. The moment he spots you, he picks you up and pins you to the nearest wall, kissing you with urgency.
You groan as Kyojuroâs tongue forces its way into your mouth. His hands gripping the meat of your thighs tightly as he presses his growing erection against your exposed core.
âFeel so big, Kyo,â you whimper, rolling your hips against his.
âMy flame, did you mean what you said earlier?â Kyojuro pants, his voice husky and airy as what little restraint he had started slipping away. He needed to fill you up and feel you around him bad, but he wouldnât unless you were serious.
âPut a baby in me, Kyojuro,â you all but demand.
âIf that is what my lovely life wishes,â Kyojuro chuckles. He lays you on the futon and sheds his clothes quickly. âThen I shall fulfill.â His cock is already stiff against his abdomen, twitching in his hand as pre cum oozes from the tip. You trace your fingers down his scared torso, noting the way Kyojuroâs muscles tense at your touch.
âI canât wait to see what you look like when you tummyâs all swollen and full with my child,â Kyojuro said, aligning his cock at your entrance, his cheeks flushed. âYouâll make such a good mother.â
In a single thrust, Kyojuro sheathed his cock into your cunt to the hilt. The penetration left your eyes watering, crying out in pleasure. Kyojuro groaned. You felt so snug and warm around him that it took everything to keep from pounding into you right away.
âG-godsâŠyou feel so goodâŠâ
âK-kyo, m-move,â you beg, trying to move your hips for some sort of friction.
Kyojuro grunts. He pins your legs to your chest, With a languid roll of his hips, he experimentally pulled his length out from the clamp of your hole. And with a sharp snap, he drove himself back into you. The sheer force of his scorching length shot the first wave of pleasure through the both of you. The two of you let out low moans. That first penetration gave way to a succession of increasingly rougher thrusts that had your body burning with pleasure.
Kyojuroâs body shuddered slightly anticipation. You clung to him and dug your nails in his shoulders trying to keep him close. The way his cock stretched you out had you feeling so full and lightheaded, leaving you babbling his name like a mantra.
Kyojuro groaned. He hovered over you, leaning down the kiss you passionately. His hands trailed up side to your nipples that became erect from pleasure. Lips trailing up the side of your neck, he left several bite marks.
"Ah a-ah t-that feels funny." You squirmed. "Kyo ~"
The sound of you moaning his name made Kyojuroâs cock throb. He fumbled slightly, his aggressive and frantic rutting becoming slower and slightly sloppy, instead.
âUgh, coming,â Kyojuro groaned. He buried himself all the way to the hilt inside you. His orgasm hit and it hit hard. His dick pulsated with each subsequent spurt of cum. His hips still as he emptied inside you.
Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you feel your insides snap. Your pussy clenching tightly around Kyojuro, practically milking him as your own high shakes your body.
âS-shit,â Kyojuro gasps. He pulled out of your abused hole, watching the way his seed trickled out. The sight made his dick twitch. âThis wonât do,â he chuckled while pulling your legs up around his waist. âAt this rate, I wonât get you pregnant. Guess Iâll just have to fill you up again and again until it sticks.â
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best friend!satoru watches you laugh with hearts in his eyes. completely and utterly smitten. doubled over and clutching onto your stomach, you curse at him â you beg him to stop, to just close his mouth for one second, so you could catch your breath.
but no, he's relentless.
you swear the jokes aren't even funny but the ache in your cheeks and the tears in your eyes say otherwise. you hide your face in your palms and satoru itches to move your hands because fuck, he wants to see you. but the laughter will have to do for now.
he whispers another stupid comment right into your ear with a bashful smile glued to his lips. his cheeks hurt, too. dusted pink, his skin burns from your attention and affection â he's a weak, weak man and he isn't afraid to admit it. you have him wrapped around your pretty little finger and he fucking loves it.
his eyes grow wide when you suddenly reach for him and press your palm against his mouth. raising your gaze from your lap, you find his pretty blues and his heart almost bursts. explodes. implodes. there isn't a proper word for the feeling.
you stare at him and though he can't properly see your lips from this angle, he knows you're still smiling.
"please, stop... "
your voice has grown raspier, your throat sore from the torture he's put you through. satoru hears the smile in your tone.
slowly, he moves his head from side to side and against your palm, you feel his.
smile lines and happy tears, it's a special kind of love.
#MY BABYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY#i love laughing with him#i love his stupid jokes#that are NOT funny btw#they're not#mkmmmmmmm#(i say while laughing)#angel boy#wtf mickey can write#gojo x reader#gojo fluff
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imagine a two or three years before the marriage with arranged!gojo, when youâre in your late teens and the gojo family invited some of the noble families to their summer estate near the ocean to relax there for a while.
obviously you and your family were invited (despite how much it angered your fathers wife that you too were included in the invitation), so you, along with four other prominent families, made your ways up north for the summer.
you were excited to be away for a while, even more excited that you were going to have an actual room and access to more things. you knew the kids there werenât going to hang around you, so you tried making yourself comfortable in some of the more secluded places of the gojo estate.
it's one reason why gojo didn't really remember you a whole lot when you two were first married. sure, he knew he knew you from your family and all of those gatherings, but you were usually always in the background.
the north was truly beautiful in the summer, especially by the sea, so you couldnât be too butthurt over their rejection when you had such views to remedy your pain.
most days youâd hide away in a corner of the library or walk around the grounds, steering clear of your sisters and all the other kids your age. you could hear their faint laughter near the lake or the way they stayed up all night around a fire near the gardens.
one of the nights when you were out on the beach, watching the waves as you read a book, you heard a hoard of voices getting closer and closer to you.
your head whipped around in confusion, heart sinking when you realized the other kids were coming here too. you couldâve sworn they said they were going to be out at town till midnight.
you quickly packed up all your things, ditching your little blanket as you scurried up the hill, trying to stay hidden in the line of trees as you watched them come nearer.
you could see your sisters laughing as some of the other girls and guys stumbled out on the sand, their heads thrown back in laughter as they all started to strip out of their usual garments and into the swim ones they had underneath.
you were about to leave when you heard somebody ask loudly about your blanket, wondering if it was any of theirs.
while still staying hidden you saw how the tallest one of the group, gojo, picked it up, surveying it and then the foot tracks in the sand that led away from it.
his eyes looks up the hill, into the trees, and to your horror, watched as he decided to follow it.
he told the rest of his group to stay there and start swimming without him, heâd just been looking for a little bit and coming back.
you had heard of his excellent tracking skills, how heâd lead the north to a steady victory when up against some other neighboring lands, which unfortunately meant he was freakishly good at tracking a girl who was awful at hiding.
you stopped breathing, crouching behind a bush as you watched him enter the forest.
he looked around, blue eyes on the ground as they looked for the footsteps, taking note of the deserted basket of cheeses and the book you had taken with yourself.
before you knew it he was near your bush, looking through they leaves when he caught your frantic eyes.
gojo stands up, confusion laced on his face as he towers over your still kneeling body.
âwhat...what are you doing here?â he asks bluntly, his voice cold.
you grimace, standing up as well as you scratch the back of your neck.
âwell, i was reading over there,â you point out behind his back to the shore, where all the other kids had swarmed into the water, âi thought you all had left to go to the town.â
gojoâs eyes rake over you. the two of you had barely spoke a word to each other since your arrival, and this was the first time heâs really taken a good look at you.
his focused on the downward turn of your eyes, his you evaded his look. he skimmed over the slope of your nose, the slight press of your lips. there was a sort of sad look about you that he's always noticed when staring at you.
his arms cross over his chest, white brows furrowed. you felt heat rise to your cheeks, feeling meek under his heavy stare.
âwe came here instead,â gojo simply says, his tone clipped.
you nod, your lips pulling into an awkward smile as you bend down to pick up your book, flicking off some of the dirt on its cover with your hands.
âiâll head backâ you murmur, picking up your basket, noticing your blanket that was still in his hands.
you decide not to care, youâll just find another one.
âalone?â he asks incredulously, voice slightly raised as you give him a skeptical look.
this is the first time the two of you had really acknowledged each other, aside from the polite head nods and the two-word sentences. why was he questioning you so much?
"that was the plan," you tell him, your eyes squinting a little bit in confusion.
gojo knows the grounds like the back of his hand. he and his family have been coming here ever since he was a young boy. the estate is close to the shore, yes, but it's getting dark and you've only been here once. he almost wants to applaud your confidence.
"i'll go tell one of your sisters so they can accompany you back. they know the way better." he finally says, looking like he is about to turn to leave, but you scramble, tugging him back by the fabric of his loose tunic.
he looks at you in shock.
"no!" you almost hiss, a pleading look on your face, "i know the way back. don't tell them," you put your hands up as if you were surrendering, packing up all your things in a hurry as you shoot him a hasty smile, "just pretend i was never here."
gojo's apprehension isn't warded off. if anything, he's even more confused by your frenzied state.
you're finding the trail to the estate, leaving him as you keep poking around, not noticing the way he was still following you.
"your sisters wouldn't mind," he tells you, and you look over your shoulder with a raised brow.
"maybe if it was you who was asking to be led back," you say with a scoff, shoving some stray twigs and leaves from nearby trees out the way, "but they'd rather haul a sheep carcass than accompany me."
gojo blinks slowly.
when he doesn't say anything, you shoot him another confused look. what was he not getting?
"you do realize who i am...right?"
gojo rolls his eyes, pursing his lips together.
"yes...but," he kicks some pebbles away, "they don't care about...that, right?" he's hesitant to acknowledge the truth. the fact that you're only related to them by father. the reason why they don't even speak about your mother is because she's probably in a brothel somewhere far away.
you give it a second to sink in before you laugh, your head tilting back as your arms fall helplessly to the sides. gods he was daft.
"that's all my family cares about," you tell him, your voice dripping with something else, a buried emotion that you've been hauling around for years, "i think they'd rather me be eaten by a bear on my way back," you admit with a smile, but he doesn't reciprocate it. he doesn't really seem to be one for jokes.
gojo's arms cross over his chest, thinking. this entire time he just thought you liked being by yourself. were you alone because you had to be? is that why you've been avoiding the group?
before he can say something the shouts from the other kids reel you back to looking at the shore. they're calling for him to come back, asking what's taking him so long.
he looks back at you, conflicted.
"the water's nice," you say, your voice a little quieter as you give him a small smile, pushing him to leave.
he rakes his fingers through his white hair, staring at you longer.
that smile, he thinks, is the most melancholic thing he's ever seen
"there aren't any bears here," he says, as if that would do anything to help.
but your smile turns into something easier, a laugh, a genuine one, falling from your lips. gojo decides he likes that sound. better than all the other laughs he's heard.
"i'll trust you on that," you say, ducking your head down in a final nod as you turn around a final time and disappear behind the shrubbery.
gojo stands there for another minute, thinking.
and then he heads back to the beach, where all the other kids have already gone into the water. he goes to take off his tunic before he realizes he's still holding your blanket, the fabric searing into his skin.
he brings it closer to his face, his nose scrunching at a distinct smell, a small smile forming on his face when he can still remember the lingering smell on you too from when you were speaking to him.
lavender.
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