#Demon Slayer oneshot

[dreaisgrayte]

Lessons of Lust | Sanemi Shinazugawa and Kyojuro Rengoku x fem!reader

Warnings: oral sex fem!receiving, nipple play, blow job, raw sex, virgin sex, creampie, breeding kink, threesome, cum in the mouth, swallow the cum, hair pulling, brain rot Word count: 1.4k a/n: hey now... Kyojuro and Sanemi brain rot go brrr

“C’mon, baby,” Sanemi coos behind you, his large hands gripping your hips. “You wanna be a good girl for us, right?” Your head falls against the white-haired male’s chest as your breathing falters. A smutty slurping noise echoes around the room, the vibrations of the male underneath you, making it hard to stay upright. 

The flame hashira pops off your clit with a loud smack of his lips. “Keep ‘er quiet Shinazugawa,” He huffs, the grin on his mouth eliciting a growing pressure in your core. Sanemi pulls you flush against him, nipping at the junction of your shoulder and neck. A whimpering mewl slides from your throat as Kyojuro uses the flat of his tongue to swipe the length of your folds. You shudder, the feeling of two men who were your superiors doing such filthy things to you driving you to the very edge. 

It started off as you simply blurting out that you had never been with someone to the flame hashira. He was surprised, to say the least, but he promised he’d train you in the ways of being with someone. That’s when the wind pillar showed up with the quest of sparring with Kyojuro, but he was busy eating out your wet cunt. 

Sanemi sat and gaped, his lilac gaze trying to take in everything at once. How you reached out your fingers for him upon his arrival. The needy look in your eyes as you squirmed atop Kyojuro’s face. He couldn’t help but touch your body, the curve of your breasts, the skin of your stomach, the plush span of your thighs, and your neck. 

You made it obvious how much you enjoyed the rough side of Kyojuro paired with the playful one of Sanemi. You were a wicked thing indeed, especially when your fingertips graze the bulge in the wind hashira’s pants, a fucked out grin tugging on your lips. 

Sanemi blows out a laugh, raising a brow as you continue with your ministrations, panting and moaning while palming at his breeches. “You’re practically beggin’ for more,” He laughs, running his rough fingers down your arm. 

Kyojuro grunts against your thigh, his heated gaze resting on you. “M’thinking we move on to the next lesson.” His teeth sink into the soft skin of your thigh, and your eyes widen before you let out a panted yelp. Sanemi stands up, leaving your back cold and weak. You whine, searching for him only to find the wind hashira dropping his breeches to reveal a stiff pale cock. Your chest lurches at the sight of him, his muscular chest seemingly all pointing to this very spot on his body. There’s a long jagged scar that dips below his pelvis, deliciously curving downward. 

The wind pillar had scars covering his skin, and most likely, the internal ones were deeper than the visible ones. When you first met him, it was an intimidating part of his personality – but now you knew they were tangible proof of just how hard he fought to protect the innocent. “Stop gawking,” Sanemi hisses, stepping toward you with his length firmly in his grasp. “Gods, you’re such a filthy thing,” He brushes the head of his cock against your lips, a gooey liquid connecting your bottom lip to his tip when he pulls back. A twisted smirk plays with his mouth as your tongue darts out to taste the substance he left behind. It’s salty with a hint of sweetness – just like the hashira himself. 

Kyojuro shifts from underneath you, his large hands spreading your thighs even wider. You wince, squeezing your eyes shut from the sudden pressure shooting up your joints. He’s situated the apex of your thighs over the firm place in his pants. The area around the flame pillar’s mouth is red from the ample time spent between your thighs, but a lustful glint in his eyes tells you he’s not done with you just yet. “Since you did such a good job on your first lesson, how about two for one?” Kyojuro nods to Sanemi who grabs onto your chin, pushing his cock against your lips once more. “This is goin’ to hurt before it feels good darlin’, but I know that’s just the way you like it.” The flame hashira unbuckles his belt, sliding it out with tenaciously. Your lips part enough for Sanemi to push into your mouth. He was long, but the sheer girth of the wind hashira is baffling. It’s a miracle he even fits in your mouth as your eyes flutter shut, tears stinging your eyes at the strain. 

Sanemi thrusts against your tongue, grunting in pleasure. “F’ck, so good darlin’” He pants, grabbing the back of your head to sloppily fuck your face. You whimper against his length, hungry for something more. Somehow you still felt empty, but – almost as if hearing your thoughts – Kyojuro lines himself up at your entrance. Then, with a hum of delight, he slips in. The wind hashira has a fistful of your hair as you groan against his cock. “Mmm, ya’like the way he’s filling you up?” Your eyes open, despite the zaps of pain shooting through your system. You manage to nod, spit dripping down your throat. A dark expression coats Sanemi’s lilac eyes, his grip tightening as he shoves his cock so deep into your throat that it hits the back. You choke, a garble of moans and attempted coughs filling the air. The wind hashira grunts, his eyes squeezing shut. “M’goin’ to cum in that pretty mouth of yours,”

Meanwhile, Kyojuro hits the wall of your maidenhood, a sharp pain jolting through you. Your eyes roll back in your head as he squeezes your hips. “Be brave, sweetheart, it’ll all feel better soon enough,” Then he thrusts past it, breaking the seal of virginity. You shudder and twitch as the excruciating pain slowly folds into a full pleasure. “That’s it, that’s my girl,”

Your mouth tightens around Sanemi’s cock, causing him to pant wildly. “M’so close, fuck, swallow it, take it all,” You brace yourself on Sanemi’s hips, content with how his cum fills your mouth. It takes multiple gulps to get it all down, but you smack your lips with a dazed expression when you’re done regardless. 

If Sanemi weren’t afraid of fucking you too much for the first time, he would’ve bent you over after Kyojuro had his fill. If you looked at him like that again, especially after swallowing his cum, the hashira was sure to fill all of you up with his seed. 

Kyojuro’s cock rocks into you, the slapping of your thighs on his becoming your favorite sound in the world as your moans crack into whimpers. “Yeah, take it all, fuck,” Kyojuro furrows his brows, his nails digging into your hips. “Take it all, gonna fill you up,” He huffs, his thumbs rubbing your stomach. You pant, placing your palms against the soft muscle of Kyojuro’s upper chest. 

Sanemi’s hands reach for your exposed nipples, pinching them between his fingers. “Not so fast,” He grins, twisting them. You throw your head back, the void of your pleasure filling exceptionally fast. “Leave some room for me, Kyojuro,” He starts “Whad’ya say we both fill ‘er up and see who gets her pregnant first?” Sanemi’s other hand slips down your side, spanning over your stomach. 

“Fine by me. That’s okay with you too isn’t it?” His eyes meet yours, and you limply nod, pressing your hands onto both Sanemi’s and Kyojuro’s. “Good,” Kyojuro huffs, his thrusts growing sloppy, the slick sound only edging him closer to his release. The coil wound tightly in your stomach cracks, a screaming moan falling from your lips as you cum hard. Your pussy clenches Kyojuro’s cock as you rock against your climax. It’s a wonderfully fuzzy feeling that spins you into a frenzy as your walls flutter around him. “Fuck you feel amazing. You did amazing,” The wind hashira keeps you still as Kyojuro fucks into you, the shivering pressure of overstimulation nearly sending you over the edge again. “M’ready, shit,” Your head falls as the flame hashira spills into you, a warm fullness coating your insides. 

Sanemi kisses your temple, a soft, warm feeling. Kyojuro loosens his grip on your hips, the indent of his nails leaving crescent shapes. “So did I pass?” Your voice is hoarse when you speak, but it gathers the attention of both males. Kyojuro glances at Sanemi, then shakes his head. Your brows furrow.

“Not…yet,” Sanemi leans onto your shoulder, his cheeks flushing pink. 

Kyojuro chuckles, sitting up to kiss the valley between your breasts. “We’ll just keep going at it until one of us gets you pregnant. Right, Shinazugawa?”

“Right.”

Well fuck.

[luza-wayne]

someone to protect.

himejima gyomei x reader

wc: 9.4k

a/n: i'm not so sure how to feel about this :||

himejima came out of the room with the meeting he just had with the corps leader that ended swiftly. he bowed one last time to ubayashiki before closing the door.

as he walks down the corridor of the house, he thinks back to what he and ubayashiki talk about.

“ah…” he groaned as he rubbed his palms together. “another newly appointed hashira.”

he was visiting the master when the latter brought up this new information. he was told that this new hashira eliminated the lower rank three of the twelve demon moons.

tears started to fall down his cheeks as usual.

“ah… i wish they wouldn’t die as easily.” he cries, his sensitive heart breaking just by the thought of his fellow slayer dying, even if they haven’t met yet.

meanwhile, you just arrived at the headquarters with the help of a kakushi leading the way for you. you were told by the kakushi to wait in the backyard, while he went to announce your arrival to the people in the house. 

you know why you were here.

recently, you managed to kill the lower rank two.

whether it was luck or not that the sun came out as your stamina was running low from trying to keep him the demon from running away, the only thing you know is that your loathing for those disgusting monsters have gone up to the maximum level. 

just thinking about them makes your hands shake with anger.

that same day you got the recognition for slaughtering the lower rank three was the same day you lost your closest friend.

the friend who you grew up with. that friend who was with you and helped you when a demon killed your only family, your father. that friend who joined the corps with you. 

the friend who you promised to protect.

just to fail. 

…

your mouth was open but no words were coming out of it. you watched in horror as her body slowly lost its strength.

“don't cry…” she muttered, slowly. she knows you don’t realize how much tears are coming out of your eyes, that your sclera is already turning red, the same color as her red-stained clothes.

your friend was lying on your arms, blood flowed out of the large wound the demon gave her when she almost beheaded it. 

“d-don’t talk! help is on their way! just wait for a bit— i promise i won't let you die—” your eyes, disoriented from panicking, looked around to see if anyone's coming your way.

‘is there anything there that can stop her bleeding?! pressure! i should put pressure on the wound—’

your distraught mind stopped when you felt her hands, covered with blood, touch your cheek.

you looked into her already half closed eyes. 

“no… pressure… let me apply—” you uttered, trying to ignore the tightness of your throat.

she shook her head.

“(y/n), it's too late for me…” she answered.

“no, just shut your mouth! i know help is on the way!” you shouted as you took off your haori and tried to tie it around her waist, trying to stop the blood from flowing out more. not noticing how your breaths became shorter and faster. 

“please… just promise me one thing—” she started.

you held her hand on your cheeks and looked down at her. 

“no! i’m not promising you anything! you better survive this! you haven't taught me yet how to make those mochi you always make! i still haven't found the demon who killed my father! you told me you'll help me with it! so you better survive!”

she smiled weakly at you. tears filled her eyes as she listened to you one last time. 

“you have to survive… please… you're the only one i have left…” you whispered, your own tears falling on her cheeks. 

“s-sorry…” she said and stopped to take another deep breath. “please… i'm sorry for leaving you all alone. please be happy…”

you sobbed as you nodded.

seeing your answer, she smiled. and her hands slowly slipped down from their touch on your cheeks, while her eyes slowly closed. 

…

you shook your head. you felt your eyes get teary again and it snapped you out of your thoughts.

that kakushi said i should go to the back, right? 

as you were walking to the backyard, you heard a noise coming from the shrub on the fence’s side. you immediately went into alert, ready to attack it if ever it's something that needs to be taken down at once. 

you took your stance and were ready to sheathe your sword.

“nyaa~”

eh?

“a cat?” you muttered as you relaxed your body. 

what am i doing getting all tense to a cat?

now that i think about it, that was too much reaction. it’s not like there will be demons at the headquarters. what’s more, the sun is out…

“...pfft—” you immediately covered your mouth and tried to hold yourself back from letting out a laugh.

you crouched down and held your hand out to the creature. you moved your fingers and tried to call the cat.

“come here.” you talked to it. 

it meowed again before making its way to you. you peeked on its genitals and noted that it’s a male. he rubbed his face on your palm and you could hear his purrs. a small smile appeared on your lips.

“where did you come from?” you asked him, knowing he wouldn’t answer back except for a meow.

“are you a cat of the master?” you queried again before lifting the cat up and holding it close to your chest.

you examined him and he seems fine with no evident injury. you felt relieved. 

“thank goodness you're not hurt or anything.” you whispered as you pulled him closer to you.

“please live safely.” you added, booping his nose. 

the cat suddenly jumped out of your hold and ran away, vanishing from your view into a corner.

“(y/n)-sama, this way please.” the kakushi with you earlier suddenly spoke. 

you stood and tidied up your uniform.

“yes.” you answered before following them.

“nyaa~” 

“oh?” himejima uttered when the cat meowed his way. he knelt down and offered his arms to the cat.

the cat immediately jumped onto him.

“were you finished talking to that person?” he asked the feline who became fascinated by the sound that his prayer beads are making with his every move.

she must be the new hashira. he thought to himself.

as he pets the cat, he smiles to himself.

at the very least, she seems to be kind from the way she treated this cat. i wish her all the best and hope she survives long.

when his kakushi guide arrived, he left the place carrying the cat that was a stray one when he was on his way to the headquarters.

…

it’s been seven months. 

seven months ever since you’ve been posted in your jurisdiction. you did your best to protect the people from where you were assigned.

you got to admit, with protecting them and having to be always alert that a demon might appear suddenly at night during your patrol helped get some thoughts off of your mind.

but, it will make you never forget the hatred you feel for every demon.

every time you encounter one, at the back of your mind you're thinking that maybe not all demons are like that, only for that thought to be shattered once you hear how they explain with no remorse that eating human flesh is delicious and that they'll always choose to be demon even in their next life.

it makes your skin crawl with disgust that you even gave them a bit of compassion. you regret even thinking that they might be different from others.

you hate them. 

you loathe them. 

you won't forgive them for killing all your beloved ones.

you won't let even one of these revolting creatures escape your blade. you swore to kill the one who took your father's life with this blade.

it's dawn and you just woke up. you sleep during the day as demons are more active during the night, so you as a hashira should be too.

after getting ready, you immediately head out of your house that you bought after receiving your first pay as a hashira.

you also took in two tsuguko. 

they helped you out maintaining the large place. one of them is just waiting for the final selection to take place and become an official part of the corps, while the other one has just started training.

watching them two puts a smile on your face. 

they're such great students. it makes you feel proud just thinking about them becoming the best swordsman they can be.

also, worried and scared. scared that they might end up with the same fate as your best friend.

but, you trust them.

and you can't deny the fact that might happen to you too, today, tomorrow, next week, or soon.

“master, please be careful!” your younger tsuguko waved goodbye to you.

“please come back home to us in one piece!” the older one said.

they looked at each other and smiled widely.

“please bring some dangos too!” they said in unison.

you chuckled and waved back to them while walking out of the house.

“okay, okay. i won’t forget. i'll leave the house to you.” you told them and headed out.

it’s been just months but they’ve become attached to you already.

your older disciple, akiro, was a kid whose sole family left was killed by a demon. the massacre of his family happened around the time when you weren't a hashira yet and was stationed to a different place. you found him, four days after getting the highest rank, aimlessly walking around the town with nothing but his torn clothes from fighting and escaping the demon.

who knows how long he must've been walking around without thinking?

you took him to your rented house during that time. he asked you why you were helping him, and you answered him, it's just natural.

when you bought your current house, he suddenly walked up to you with teary eyes and thanked you for everything you did for him, thinking that you're done taking care of him and was about to leave him. 

you laughed when you heard it, immediately replied saying that he's welcome but you never told him you're moving alone.

he was delighted to hear it, seeing how his face lit up brought a smile to your lips.

when he regained his strength and health back, he asked you to teach him about demons and how to kill them. asking him the reason for wanting to learn it, he replied that he wanted to take revenge for his family member.

it pained your heart a bit. of course, just like you, it’s not easy to forget something like that. but you gave him what he wanted and took him as your first tsuguko.

the younger one, kenji, was a feisty one when you first met him. finding him trying to survive alone in the mountain with nothing but his make-shift weapons and his own built house made of branches of trees and large leaves.

when you spotted his hideout, you thought it was a trap made by a demon in order to catch humans, but when you turned around, you saw him carrying a bundle of woods, to keep him warm for the night.

you asked him what he's doing there and he candidly answered that he lives there. he said that he ran away from his abusive mother after his beloved father died and started living on his own because no one else would take in another mouth to feed.

you know you couldn’t leave a 12-year-old boy alone in the woods. you’re surprised that he wasn’t targeted by the demons yet, but you wouldn’t wait for it to happen first before you act.

you told him that he shouldn’t live there because there could be demons lurking around and that you’ll guide him back to his house. suddenly, a sharp pointed staff almost shoots past your face, you manage to easily dodge it. 

you looked at him and flinched at the mixed look of fear and hate in his eyes. you were wrong for that, you didn’t process what he said earlier and stepped on mine. you apologized to him and just as you were about to speak again, you heard the growling of a demon about to jump at the two of you.

it was just a low-grade demon, so you immediately dealt with it with ease. but, your every slash bore your deep hatred with them as they cut through its neck. when you looked back at him, you told him that this is the reason why he can’t stay there. he was hesitant to come with you, but you promised him that you won’t bring him back to his mother.

your older disciple welcomed him and he slowly warmed up to his new found older brother. 

they are now getting along just fine. the older one became comfortable and is now a reliable one and the younger one’s now a cheerful and healthy kid.

watching them fills your heart with fuzziness and you vow to protect them with everything you could until they become full-fledged swordsmen.

…

you started your patrol around the area, once you didn't really get any order to eradicate a demon or investigate a suspicious case from your crow.

speaking of your crow, it went to the headquarters to get some new information and order from the master and still hasn't come back.

well, based on the time my crow arrives after sending her off is long, i can assume that the headquarters might be far from my place.

guess i'll just have to be alert and patrol around.

it was past midnight already and fortunately you’re not feeling anything suspicious or any presence of a demon.

*caw. caw.*

your eyebrows furrowed when you heard a crow, you turned your head and saw it coming your way. it was your crow finally arriving after a long trip from the headquarters to your jurisdiction.

you raise your arms to her to rest on and she immediately tells you what the leader has told you.

“the master would like to say that the monthly report for hashira’s will be happening next weekend. please be ready.” she started.

you nodded, reaching for her seed bag that you keep on you. you grabbed a fistful of seeds and thanked her for doing all of that.

“also, order! order! you are to collaborate with another hashira tomorrow in a forest that borders both of your assigned regions. lots of lower rank slayers have lost their lives! investigate and kill the demons!” 

she added and ate her seeds as soon as she finished.

another hashira? who might it be?

i’m not familiar with the rest of hashira's. i’m only talking to kanae and then the rest’s name is all i know. 

that aloof looking guy, giyuu. that loud sound hashira, uzui. that one guy who made a scene in the last meeting, i think his name was shigazunawa? 

and that one big guy who always cries…

hi… himejima?

that guy’s always crying, but when i tried talking to him last time as he was the first one to arrive and i came after, he stood in front of me and put his large hands on top of my head and he suddenly prayed.

what was that? 

i just stayed silent because i don’t want to be rude to someone older than me, but that was weird. thankfully, kanae arrived shortly after.

i hope he’s not the one i’m working with tomorrow.

…

great.

as you’re running on the entrance of the forest that your crow has led you to, you could already see himejima’s gigantic body from afar.

you sped up your run and stopped in front of him.

“good evening, himejima-san.” you greeted him, you bowed to him thanking him for waiting for you.

you’re here to slay numerous demons tonight. just thinking about the countless people that died in this place makes your eyes rage with anger and contempt for those atrocious monsters.

as you were raising your head, you felt his hands on the top of your head yet again.

you were about to ask what he’s doing when he started his chants. you wanted to groan in disbelief, but you can’t.

“let’s go.” he uttered as soon as he was finished and started walking towards the forest.

“yes…” you replied and fixed your hair.

seriously, what was that for?

as the two of you walk through the dark, eerie forest, himejima leads the way. the moon was supposed to be your only light, but just your luck, it’s really cloudy tonight. 

you were astonished as to how he easily perceives the structure of his surroundings and the things in front of him.

you weren’t even thinking when you suddenly talked to him.

“himejima-san, it’s amazing. y— you can easily navigate through this forest.” you complimented, realizing in the middle of the sentence that your mouth was speaking your mind, but just decided to follow through.

“mhm. i have a hearing that i enhanced in order to live normally in this world.” he answered, without stopping his feet. “you seemed to have hesitated in continuing your sentence. i can hear that you didn’t mean to say those words out loud.” he added.

he has good hearing, he said? maybe he’s using it like echolocation? or is it really echolocation?

he suddenly stopped walking that alerted you. 

you immediately went into a fighting stance, ready to cut up every single of those sickening creatures that might show up out of nowhere.

“a single thought of a demon makes your thoughts in disarray. your hatred for them is reflecting with your every move, yet it’s holding you back at the same time.” himejima blurted out, not moving an inch from where he was.

“what?” you asked him, with an annoyed face.

“(y/n),” he turned his body halfway and faced you. “your hatred for them is holding you back.”

his words strike a nerve in you. you knew he wouldn’t be able to see your offended face, so you had to use your words.

“i’m sorry, himejime-san, but what do you know about me and the things that i experienced? you’re being extremely rude for our first work together, don’t you think?” you refuted, releasing your hold on your katana grip.

she’s upset. himejima noted in his mind.

“i’m sorry for that. i didn’t mean to upset you.” he apologized.

you were still a bit offended by what he said, but knowing that you can’t move freely in this darkness and he can, you knew arguing with him is not the wisest thing to do.

“i see.” you replied and looked away.

he smiled. he knew it wasn’t a genuine reply from you, but he was at fault here, so didn’t pried more.

he continued walking to where he could feel the presence of the demons.

he also realized that should’ve chosen a friendlier topic to strike up the conversation. he didn’t want to make the first collaboration with the hashira that he’s most interested in awkward, so he tried continuing the talk.

and he did so lousily by mentioning that insight he had about you being hateful to the demons.

after the first time he ever heard her talking to the cat, he was always praying that his crow would not come to him and report that this fellow hashira died in the middle of completing a mission. 

especially when you said those words to the cat, he felt like he needed to always keep a close look at you or else you could lose yourself.

it might’ve been just imagination and self-interpretation, but still. still, he was joyful when you attended the monthly meeting of hashiras for the sixth consecutive time.

he then remembered something kanae told him last meeting.

“how are your tsugukos doing?” he asked, hoping that this time it’s the right topic.

“my tsugukos?” you repeated.

he was right on the target. he could hear how your heart skips a beat with excitement when he mentions them. it was like you forgot that you were angry at him in the first place.

she must’ve cherished them so much.

“mhm. tell me about them.” he replied, smiling while walking straight.

huh? what kind of information does he want me to tell them? uhh…

“they said they want me to bring some dangos on my way home again. i bought them some yesterday and they really liked it.” you revealed.

“yeah. dangos are delicious.” he replied briefly.

“...” 

is that what he wanted to hear or not? why isn’t he saying something?

walking in complete awkwardness, you decided to talk more about your disciples.

“well, you see. my youngest one is still training his swordsmanship, but i can definitely tell. he’ll be a much greater swordsman than i am. he told me he’ll wait until he’s 15 years old and then participate in the final selection. my oldest one is just waiting for the final selection to happen. he’s a great swordsman too, but his quick decision thinking and ability to apply them into action is his edge— ah.” you suddenly realized how much you were talking and got carried away. “sorry, i said too much.” you continued.

“no, i don’t mind.” he comforted you. 

“oh, thank you.”

the walk was a bit quiet for a moment. himejima was contemplating whether it’s good to bring up something he noticed, or just let the conversation end there.

he risked it.

“but, when you mention the final selection. i can hear you’re a bit worried.” he said, hoping that you won’t get mad again.

instead, he heard your chuckles.

“your acute hearing sure is a bad match-up for those who want to keep their secrets, aren’t they?” you laughed.

“you’re right. i was the one who trained them and refined them to be the greatest swordsman that they could. but, deep in my heart… i’m always thinking twice whether to let them participate there or not. the exam is dangerous. unless you’re ready to give everything you got and throw everything away at the same time, you won’t survive there. i know it well because i experienced it too with my friend. she was the only reason i managed to endure those grueling seven days. if it wasn’t for her, i would’ve given up right on the first day.” you babbled.

his short hums and nods tell you that he was listening intently to all of it.

“i know my two students are different from me. they’re not the type to give up on the first day, but i still can’t help but to get worried. i’m scared that they won’t be back on the morning of the eighth day. but, i also don’t want to stop them from their ambitions. i also want them to achieve their dreams and reach their goals, so i won’t stop them. i’ll protect them until they reach it. i know they’ll make me proud, just like how i am proud of them.” you finished with a smile on your face, thinking about the moment when you welcomed them back once they passed the exam.

you look up at himejima and he was looking back at you with a smile, even though you can only see white in his eyes, you know his smile is pure and genuine.

“i’m sure they are also proud to have you as their teacher.” he replied.

your eyes widened as you felt your chest get excited.

“r-really?” you sheepishly said as you looked away.

you know he couldn’t see your face getting pink, but you just can’t help it. 

why is he smiling so softly like that? i’ve never seen him even crack a smile before. it’s weird that i’ve seen this guy cry first and smile next.

preoccupied with your thoughts, you suddenly bumped on his muscular back when you didn’t notice that he suddenly stopped walking.

“there’s a demon coming.” he announced.

alerted, you immediately grabbed your sword. you took your fighting stance ready to face any demon that may come from any direction.

“behind.” himejima uttered, which you quickly responded to.

“got it.” 

you quickly turned around and found a demon lurking up a tree. once he made eye contact with you, he immediately jumped at you.

“whoo! another female with that clothes! i’m so lucky these days! keep coming!” he shouted as he tried to slash you with his sharp claws.

you kept your stance.

once he entered your reach, you drew your blade and used your breathing. 

the water breathing was originally your style, but as time passes you upgraded and turned it to ice breathing. you’re still rough around the edges as sometimes, your body subconsciously uses one of the techniques from the water breathing.

you managed to finish him off with one technique. his body plops on the ground, while his head tumbled next to a tree.

“huh?” he muttered, failing to realize that he had been beheaded. 

he watched as his body slowly turned into ashes. his eyes enlarged, his teeth grinding against each other. he moved his focus to the two hashiras talking.

“your breathing is indeed fascinating. it’s promising.” himejima praised.

“thank you so much. i’m still getting used to it, but i’m working hard on it.” you replied, putting back your sword into its hilt.

“i look forward to it, (y/n). i hope i’ll be there when you finally master that intriguing breathing.” he said and was about to start walking deeper into the woods.

the two heard the demon who's in the middle of incineration, growling his words towards you.

“argh! damn! i can't believe i got beheaded by this mere woman! die!” he uttered, the veins in his eyes almost popping from anger.

you looked down on his head and stared at him with a disgusted face.

“this mere woman didn't even break a sweat in beheading you.” you said, “hurry up and die, demon.”

just conversing with this creature makes your skin crawl with revolt. you turned your head in front and was about to take a walk, when he said something that grabbed your attention.

“ugh! kokumo-sama’s waiting for my hunt tonight!” he intoned, looking desperate and scared. “he’s going to kill me if i don’t present him something! he’ll get mad and report me to that guy!” he added.

huh? ‘kokumo’? did i hear that right?

suddenly, himejima felt it again. the same sound coming from your heart that he heard when he saw you tonight.

he turned around to see you, frozen with a shocked look on your face.

you turned your heel to the demon, walking to him without wasting any time. you grabbed his rough hair and pulled it up until his eyes were on the same level as yours.

“now… what did you just say…? who’s waiting for your hunt…?” your words, chopped yet firm. 

you never broke eye contact with him. your orbs are staring at him as if you could see even his past life as a human.

this demon was on the verge of mental breakdown, scared that he might be killed for not offering a human flesh but then realized that dying would mean he’ll be free from the fear from both kokumo and that guy, kibutsuji.

he thought that even with all the humans he killed and ate, he’s given the chance to have a peaceful passing on.

yet, here you are. glaring at him with such cold and hateful eyes. 

he felt shivers down his spine, even though it’s decapitated already. even kokumo never looked at him with this much spite.

“i— i…” he stutters, “k… kokumo…” he finally answers.

“red haori.” you said, he nodded.

“vertical line marks from his eyes downwards...” he nodded.

“... lower rank 5.” 

he shook his head sideways.

“no… lower rank… 2… now…” he corrected you. 

you were right.

not only were he still alive, he even advanced in ranks. he moved up to the position of the demon that you killed with your best friend.

you stood up, still carrying his head in your hand. you raised your arms and asked him.

“where is he?” you questioned.

you completely ignored himejima’s presence. you didn’t have time to think about him while your reopened deep abomination towards that particular demon.

the incineration reached the demon’s jaw and mouth that he couldn’t answer your question. you looked at his body and saw that hands had turned into ashes already.

“damn! use your goddamn eyes and tell me where he is!” you shouted and grabbed his face with your other hand.

“where is he?!” himejima was surprised, not only by the volume, but with the shakiness driven by hate in your voice. he walked to you and held you by your shoulder. only to be brushed off by you almost immediately.

“tell me where he is!” you shouted again to the demon with trembling eyes.

finally, he moved his eyes. he looked over your shoulder, 5 o’ clock from your position.

without wasting any moment, you threw his head away and started running to where he told that demon was.

with no choice left, himejima decided to follow you. 

he knew you couldn’t see that much in this darkness and he was right. you stumbled, tripped and everything, but you never stopped running. you will not until you find that demon.

earlier, he noted how the sound your body emits was in disarray. just like how it is every time he meets you. he thought chanting a calming prayer for you would work, but he knows it’s only temporary.

every time a demon enters your mind, you immediately feel hate and repulsion. your hatred for them is so deep and it was engraved in every cell.

you were not the type to talk about your past, so kocho couldn’t tell much to him about what happened to you that made you hate demons this much. 

sure, everyone in the corps despised them too. but, he wanted to know the reason for your feelings. that must’ve been the reason why he’s always watching over you and searching for your presence during the monthly meetings.

though, now’s not the time to ask for the reason.

right now, he can hear how disturbed your mind is. your breaths are short and fast. you're so focused on reaching the destination, that you couldn’t hear him calling for you.

“(y/n), slow—” before he could even finish what he was saying, you stopped running.

he tried to feel his surroundings. he’s sure that there is a demon close by, maybe the reason why you stopped.

meanwhile, your eyes narrowed in annoyance. in front of you is a demon who’s out to hunt, not the person you’re looking for.

you unsheathed your sword and immediately pounced on her. 

“don’t get in my way!” you screamed while running towards her and slashing her neck. 

not even sparing her decapitated body a glance, you continued running forward. himejima was calling for your name multiple times while still following your trails, yet it never reaches your ears.

i’m going to kill him!

i’m going to kill him!

that demon who took my father’s life!

these thoughts filled your mind while running past trees.

you’ve met with three more demons, but it only added to your exasperation seeing that they’re not the demon you wanted to see.

it’s actually not just three. himejima fought demons that were coming from different directions. you were so focused in front of you that you weren’t paying attention to your surroundings except for what's ahead of you.

during your interaction with the last demon, there were a lot of demons. himejima got so tangled up in defeating every last one of them, that he just saw you back still running straight in that direction.

he had no choice but to leave your side for a while, even if it put his heart in a nervous state. 

he wanted to protect you, not because he thinks you're weak and does not have the ability to protect yourself, but because right now, you’re in a complete mess. he’s afraid you might not make a sound decision because of your emotion and then find you lifeless there.

with the amount of his co-slayers dying left and right, the thought of you dying is what he hates the most.

he doesn’t understand it too, but maybe the excitement and him looking forward to every monthly report meeting and, especially, the giddy feeling he felt when you arrived tonight and he realized that you two will work together is connected to it.

yet, here you are, you ran and ran, until you reached a spot where a huge boulder was in the middle of the trees.

there, a demon was sitting on top of the rock. sitting cozily there while around him was a pile of human flesh, probably from other demons that offered him their hunt in order to not be killed.

red haori…

vertical lines from his eyes downwards…

and…

lower rank 2…

ahh… 

suddenly, it’s all coming back to me.

“(y/n), run! i’ll distract him!” “what are you doing? i told you to run!” “this is not the time to be stubborn, (y/n)! run!” “huh? your legs?” “please, just bear with it for a while and run!” “okay, thank you for listening one last time…”

the demon notices your presence. he looked down and saw a demon slayer catching up to her breath and looking rather nastily towards him.

“now, now…” he muttered, changing his position and leaning forward. “it’s been a while since i’ve seen an alive human here that’s not an offering.” 

i’m going to kill this disgusting trash. you thought as you went and jumped close to him without even thinking.

naturally, he managed to read your move and kicked you on your stomach. your body came flying back, earning you a few scratches and small open wounds.

you struggled to stand up as you held your sword firmly and looked at him. 

he stood up too and effortlessly jumped down the boulder. he took his time walking close to where you were.

you stayed on your feet, glaring and pointing your blade at him.

“you did well managing to come here without serious injury—” he suddenly halted his movements and took a good look at your face. “well, well. i might be wrong, but we’ve met before, right?”

you narrowed your eyes.

he then laughed maniacally.

“a few years ago, a parent and his child were peacefully living in a small house.” he started to narrate. 

“when one night, a demon arrived and ruined their lives!” his hands were moving in the air in a dramatic way, along with his facial expression.

“but! he was a devoted father! he doesn’t want to lose another one of his family, just like what happened with his wife…” he continued, yet this caught your attention.

how…?

“that’s why he had to distract the demon while his injured daughter ran away.” he glanced at you and smirked.

“he was left alone with the demon without knowing he was the demon’s real target! your father’s a marechi after all!” he revealed. 

you widened your eyes, promptly you went and attacked him with one of your breathing forms.

but, he was able to deflect it.

of course, he’s not like those demons you killed on your way here. this guy is at the top of the chain here. what’s more is that he’s second rank in the lower moon.

“how did you know about my mother going missing?” you asked him.

he tilted his head in confusion and sighed.

“gosh… you’re not that good up here, are you?” he said, pointing to his temple. looking at you with a pitiful expression.

“what?!” you refuted, burrowing your brows together. 

“how did i learn about it? who else would know but the victim themselves, witnesses and… the culprit.” he grinned widely.

“i mistook your mother as the one who had a marechi blood, but when i came back the next evening. it turned out that you moved somewhere else to look for your missing mother that was already in my stomach! hahaha! thankfully, i was able to find your father again. i didn’t care about you, so that was the only reason you’re still alive right now.”

your sight almost turned blurry.

she wasn’t missing nor did she run away because she got tired of living a poor life. it was this thing in front of you who took her away from you and your father.

my mother…

my father…

this demon took my family from me…

i’m going to kill him.

i’m going to kill him!

your body moved on its own. you closed your distance and tried to cut his neck, but to no avail. you failed to cut him down, because he hardened his neck.

your blade and his hard body exchanged blows. yet, it seems like you’re the only one taking the damage.

your attacks, though surely were supposed to be strong, were affected by your rapid and reckless spontaneous decision. it was erratic and weaker in force.

but, that didn’t mean he would hold back with his attack against you.

in such a short time, not even five minutes passed, you were covered with bruises and injuries. not that you had even the smallest amount of attention to look at it.

as you were blown away by his punch, you immediately got on your feet and tried to unleash another technique. 

he must admit that even though it’s evident that you’re not thinking straight, your attacks are still affecting him. 

until, he chanted the words ‘blood demon art’.

ah… that’s right, he still hasn’t used it. even though i’m beat up already. but, i can’t stop my body.

i don’t want to stop.

the only thing on my mind is wanting to see his head separated from his body.

i want to avenge my parents.

i don’t care if i wound up dead, as long as i manage to do it.

“blood demon art: countless projectiles.” he said and numerous long, black lines like the ones on his came appeared.

they moved towards you at an unbelievable speed.

nevertheless, your body was on auto-pilot. you still moved forward and still wanted to cut his head.

i don’t care anymore.

“(y/n)!” 

suddenly, himejima appeared in front of you deflecting all the attacks coming at you. somehow, it irked you.

“heh… someone capable arrived.” kokumo muttered, smirking.

“please move aside, himejima-san. i’ll kill that demon myself. don’t get in my way.” you claimed and stepped forward.

himejima tried to analyze your condition.

you were breathing heavily and it seems like every inhale is hard to do. he could hear the faint gushing sound of your blood coming out of every wound you have.

“i’m sorry, there were a lot more demons here than i thought and they stalled me.” he explained, but you didn’t respond.

“(y/n), i’ll take it from here—” 

“i said i’ll kill that demon myself!” you turned your head to him, glaring at his face. “i don’t care if i die as long as he dies too!”

before he could even reply to you, you took off and charged at kokumo one more time.

kokumo released another attack, with nothing but death on the demon in front of you in your mind, you failed to recognize his plan.

you were surrounded by almost infinite numbers of projectiles. there’s no way you could dodge all of them.

“die!” kokumo exclaimed proudly.

i’m done.

you closed your eyes to brace yourself on getting punctured by the projectiles, but it never came. 

you decided to open your eyes and found kokumo turning around as he just realized where you were. you looked up and saw himejima and his side profile as he carried you in a bridal style. he set you down and leaned your back on the boulder’s surface.

he managed to cancel his attacks in such a short time. you thought as he wiped some of the blood on your face. you wondered how he knew there was blood on your face, but you can’t question him about something like that right now.

“why are you throwing your life away so easily like that?” he said under his breath, you almost didn’t hear him. he looked rather sad rather than upset.

“it’s my life. i’ll decide when i’m throwing my life away or not.” you replied and looked at kokumo who’s getting more irritated that he’s having a hard time already with you and now someone who’s a lot stronger came. “and right now, i’m willing to throw it away as long as i kill that bastard.” you added. 

you were about to stand up once again when you saw kokumo pounce on where you two were, but himejima stopped you. 

“stone breathing second form: upper smash.” he attacked. 

he managed to hit kokumo when he threw his spiked flail upwards and pulled the chain rapidly to create a force once it hit its target. he also threw his axe and was able to cut deep through his left chest across his right chest. this caused kokumo to jump backwards as he heals himself from wounds that the spikes gave him.

“don’t get in my way, himejima-san! i’ll be the one killing him!” you shouted as you shakily stood up. using your hand by holding on to the boulder to balance your body, while your other hand is still firmly held on your sword.

himejima didn’t say anything, he didn’t look back at you. the sound of his chains getting dragged back to him was the prominent sound that you heard at that moment.

“do you not treasure your life?” he asked.

why does he keep getting in my way and asking me that? i already told him earlier that he doesn’t know anything about what i experienced and leave me alone!

fine!

“my family has been killed by that guy. my best friend was also killed by the former lower rank 2. i’ve been left alone because of these demons and you’re asking me if i treasure my life?!” you snapped at him, not noticing how your tears gathered around your eyes.

“everyone that i cherished has been killed and taken away from me already! i don’t care anymore! i don’t want—” your tears have started falling.

your emotions pouring out like an overfilled cup, but his next question left you speechless.

“aren’t your tsugukos waiting for the dangos?” he uttered, shifting his body to you.

“huh?”

it seems like your world has stopped spinning. you stood there silently with wide eyes.

my tsugukos…

akiro… kenji…

“master, this dango’s really delicious!” “you should try some, master!” “hey! kenji! that’s mine!” “eh? master wanted to eat some too!” “why would you get it from me then?” “i already ate all of mine. i can give this to master, right, ‘akiro-niisan’?” “tsk. go ahead. just know it’s not because you called me ‘nii-san’.” “yeah, yeah.”

“master, please be careful on your mission today!” “get back to us in one piece. i’ll take care of kenji here, so don’t worry.” “and, please bring some dango again, hehe!”

your knees suddenly gave up, you sat on the ground, staring at the bracelet that they both made for you. they jokingly said that it will protect you because they made it, but still you wore it. because of the same reason. 

they made it. for you.

kokumo finished healing himself and tried to use his projectiles again, but himejima, before kokumo finished his attack, flung his chain and chopped one of kokumo’s legs. he fell down and hid himself using a fort that he built with his blood demon art right there and then. at least, himejima knew that he wouldn't run away.

“you said…” himejima started. you raised your head and looked at him with blurry eyes caused by tears. “...that you’ll protect them until they achieve their goals and dreams.” 

you shook your head in denial, wanting to refute what he was about to say but no words came out of your lips. 

the picture of akiro and kenji seeing your crow arrive and thinking you’re back. but, then breaking down in tears once they’ve heard your passing kept replaying in your mind.

“are you going to throw away your life knowing your students are waiting patiently for your return and they welcome you back like always?” he asked, grabbing the chance that kokumo is hiding himself and walked to you.

he kneeled down on his one foot in front of you.

“no! no!” you finally spoke, bawling. you grabbed ahold of his green haori and looked up at him. 

“i don’t want them to suffer! i don’t want them to feel hurt again! i don’t want them to be abandoned yet again! they’re finally happy and smiling! i don’t want to see them crying again! they’re my only salvation left here in this world! i don’t want them to be left again.” you sobbed as you snuggled your face on his chest.

his large hands landed on your hair and back, pushing you closer to him providing you comfort and ease.

but, the picture of them crying wasn't leaving your mind.

i’m sorry… i’m sorry… i’m not going to throw my life carelessly anymore… 

i’ll be home later with the dangos that you two wanted, so wait for me.

you pulled away from him and wiped your face. you were still sniffing, but you were sure it wouldn’t be in the way of your breathing technique.

“i’m fine now.” you told him and he just nodded.

he stood up and stepped backwards. you looked at him when you saw him do that. you glanced at him with a confused look.

“i won’t get in your way anymore.” he said with a small smile.

“why?” you questioned, not understanding why now.

“i’m not hearing that your mind is in disarray anymore. you can do it.” he encouraged and clasped his hand together again.

you smiled.

i see. so that’s why…

you looked at kokumo, he just removed the fort he made. with an enraged face, he chanted his art technique yet again.

but, you didn’t care. not even when you’re injured and full of wounds. you closed your distance with him. when you calculated the right distance, you stopped walking.

originally, my ice breathing had only four forms. it’s a breathing that only i used, so it’s hard to make forms. 

but, i have this attack in my mind. i never executed it, even in practice, but i’m getting a feeling that i can do it.

“ice breathing fifth form: complete stillness”

it was a technique that makes the surroundings around you, with a certain distance, frozen. this makes them immobilized for three seconds.

but those three seconds are just what you need.

i’m sorry, my dear best friend, mom, and dad. 

i always thought that once i kill this guy, i’ll join you there. but, it seems like i won’t be able to now.

you see, i have two children looking forward to my return.

i’m sorry and thank you for being my will to live. i’ve found another reason to continue living too.

kokumo’s head rolled on the ground and his body soon fell over, but just as you. the exhaustion finally caught up to you. 

the difference between your body and kokumo’s is that his body fell flat on the dirty soil, while yours was immediately caught by himejima, carrying your body in a bridal style yet again.

you tried to open your eyes, you barely managed to. when you saw himejima’s face, you smiled brightly.

“himejima-san…” you called with half-lidded orbs.

“hm?” he hummed, gazing down at you. after he checked that kokumo’s body had started turning into ashes, he started walking out of the forest.

“i killed him… without dying…” you said proudly.

“you’re right. i’m relieved we’re going out of this forest both alive. you did so well. i’m proud of you.” he complimented without skipping a beat.

something did skip a beat and it’s your heart. hearing his genuine compliment and relief, puts a blush on your cheeks even though your body is so tired.

what’s more is that you’re worried that his acute hearing caught that.

ugh, so embarrassing. i’ll just pretend to be asleep.

you rested your head on his shoulder and tried to make it seem like you’ve fallen asleep.

cute. himejima chuckled silently.

…

“master?” akiro uttered confusedly.

it was already dawn and they were both up. kenji heard what he said and excitedly went to the door to welcome you. 

“eh?” he said, just as confused as the other boy.

himejima-san??? 

you still had your arms wrapped tightly around his neck, but this time out of embarrassment.

i didn’t think he would walk me back to my house while carrying me!

please put me down!

but, i can’t say it!

people are staring!

you peeked and tried to look if you were close to your house already. your crow did the work of guiding him to where your residence is, because you realized he’s going to carry you, so you hid your face.

you saw akiro and kenji on the front door with confused looks on their faces.

“h-himejima-san, we’re close to my house already, so you can put me down already. i’ll walk on my own now—” 

“no. you hurt your feet in the fight, you’re not supposed to be walking.” he cut you off and continued walking. 

he heard a conversation about their ‘master’, so he knew what direction he would be going.

he stopped right in front of them, looming over the two children with his enormous height. they were obviously frightened.

“p-please give us back our master.” akiro asked.

“what did you do to our master?!” kenji interrogated, while akira shielded him securely behind him.

akiro examined the man carrying you and noticed that he was wearing the same uniform as yours and his golden buttons.

you tapped on himejima’s back, signaling him to let you down. finally putting you down carefully, supporting your back as you get on your feet.

you looked over to akiro and kenji and smiled.

they were still confused, but slowly made their way to you. 

you kneeled down. for their ages, they’re quite tall, making you gaze up at them. you opened your arms and pulled them into an embrace.

“i’m home…” you whispered, hugging them even tighter.

the two children were surprised, you’ve come home from missions, easy and perilous missions, but you never came home in this manner.

akiro was about to ask what happened when he heard you sniffle. he worriedly peeked at the younger one and was about to ask if he knew what’s happening, only to see him bawling already.

“wahhh! why are you crying, master?” he cried, snuggling his face on your clothes.

“mhm-mm.” you shook your head. you withdrew from the hug, but kenji didn’t want to let go, that’s why he continued hugging you. 

“nothing. i’m just happy i was able to come back home.” you answered him, caressing his head.

you looked at akiro and put your hand over his cheeks lightly.

“akiro, where’s my ‘welcome back’?” you asked, chuckling softly.

he doesn’t understand it. 

the reason why you came home crying, why you’re doing this, and why you’re being like this.

he doesn’t understand why it makes him feel relieved that you look like you’ve finally lifted off of the heavy weight on your back that you never talked about.

he doesn’t understand why you’re looking at them like your world is them.

he doesn’t understand why he feels so overwhelmed seeing you like this when he doesn’t even understand anything.

yet, he can’t stop his tears as you wait for him and stare at him tenderly.

“w… welcome back, master.” he welcomed finally as he nestled himself next to his brother.

you looked behind and met himejima, crying as usual, as he listened to the three of you.

“himejima-san. thank you for making me realize i have something to protect.” you thanked him, smiling and hoping he could hear your genuine grateful feelings.

he smiled, though tears continued flowing.

“no…” he replied smiling and suddenly remembered something.

“more importantly,” he lifted his hands and you laughed. 

akiro and kenji looked up while wiping their tears and they suddenly lit up. 

“shall we eat this now?” he raised the bag on his hands and inside are dangos that are waiting to be consumed.

“dango!” the two boys said in unison.

kenji ran to him and himejima gave him the bag. the boy happily cheered, completely forgetting how scared he was by the person in front of him earlier. himejima just ruffled his hair and kenji pulled him by his fingers to come inside the estate.

akiro helped you get up, you limped while walking and accidentally let out a hiss in pain. until, himejima once again carried you.

“himejima-san! i’m fine! oh gosh…” you said to him.

he raised his brow in confusion.

“you’re obviously not.” he muttered matter-of-factly.

“akiro—” you were about to say to akiro that you can just ask akiro to support you while walking, but the kid was not there anymore.

you looked at the front and he was there with kenji, who was delighted by the dango, and akira was giving you a teasing look.

that kid!

ugh… it’s so embarrassing!

it’s even more embarrassing knowing he can surely hear how fast my heart is thumping right now!

“me too…” he suddenly spoke.

you glanced up at him.

“thank you.” he thanked you.

“huh? why? i didn’t do anything though…” you were muddled by what he’s saying.

the corner of his lips moving upwards, it’s not visible but from your position, it’s easy to point out.

“i also realized that i have someone to protect outside of my responsibility as a demon slayer.” he said.

“huh?” i did that? “when did i—”

“for the next hashira meeting next week, i’m hoping for your presence there in a full condition.” he said while he set you down on the tatami floor.

akiro and kenji went to get silverwares to eat the dangos, leaving both of you alone in the living room.

“i’ll try my best to recover fast.” you promised, looking at all your wounds and injuries that were already aided by the kakushis, that you didn’t hear what he whispered.

“...say it to you.” were the only words you caught.

“what was that?” you asked him, but akiro and kenji came back from the kitchen.

“let’s eat this now before it gets chewy.” he redirected your attention.

he sat in front of you while akira occupied the left side of the table and kenji did for the right side.

the boys started eating and exclaimed how delicious it was. you decided to eat some too, picking up one stick and gently taking a bite.

himejima silently listened to all of you enjoying the taste of the sweet. he smiled as he focused on your voice.

“please eat up, himejima-san.” you offered him, reaching for another stick and gave it to him. “it’s really delicious.”

“i see. i’ll try some too, then.” he said and took a bite. “it really is delicious.”

“see!” you chuckled.

it made him smile and thought to himself.

‘during those seven days before the meeting, i’ll be sure that what i’m feeling is much more than wanting to reason for your hatred for demons. so, please be there when i finally get the courage to say it to you.’, that's what i said earlier, but now i’m certain.

it wasn’t a kind of worry you will have for your colleague.

i wasn’t familiar with this feeling, so i thought it was just normal.

i’ll just pray she’ll accept my feelings.

‘(y/n), i know you don’t need protection. you’re strong after all. i’ll still promise that i'll always protect you and those who are precious to you.’

i want to say that to you.

but, not now.

you’ve just realized that witnessing these two precious boys' growth are worth living for and you should only be focusing on that for now.

“i look forward to that day.” he muttered to himself and took another bite.

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Catalyst - Uzui Tengen & Wives One Shot

Title: Catalyst

Rating: M

Pairing: Reader/Makio/Hinatsuru/Suma/Tengen

Fandom: Demon Slayer

Warnings: Swearing. Sex. Polygamous relationships. F/F, M/F, mention of M/F/F/F/F. Mention of you being from the future. Un-betad.

Summary: You meet Makio first...

Notes: This fic possessed me. I don't entirely know what happened but here it is. I don't even usually like writing in 2nd person, but like I said, it possessed me. I just had the line "you meet Makio first" in my head and this is what happened. I wrote it in the space of 2-3 hours. This is my first time writing Tengen and his wives (aside from my Rengoku/OC fic which isn't posted). Reader is unnamed and undescribed but references to being female. Enjoy.

You meet Makio first. 

It happens by accident. You end up standing next to each other as you wait for your turn to pay for the food. Her outfit catches your attention, not because it’s low cut and short, but because it reminds you of the outfits you’re used to back home…in your own time. You’ve been blending in as best you can but the outfits are so restrictive in comparison. 

“Do you mind if I ask where you got your outfit? Who designed it?” 

She turns to you in surprise. “My outfit? Why?”

“I want one.” 

The request turns into her admitting that she makes the outfits with her wives but she’s willing to ask them if they’d help make you one. Providing you pay, of course. 

“Of course,” you agree. 

Meeting up again is easy, as well as providing the measurements and down payment you give. If you’re honest, you haven’t had a lot of luck since arriving, but your history in retail gives you a great customer service voice and the patience required not to snap at belligerent clients. It gets you a job as a server which pays decently enough that you can afford it.

The longer you talk, the more you’re amused at the woman. She’s a bit brash and unwilling to deal with stupidity, but she’s also a huge dork. It’s hilarious. 

The two of you often find yourself sitting on a hill in the area, enjoying the view. Makio likes to talk about her family. It’s nice, letting yourself pretend that everything’s okay. You’re used to the time period now, but you haven’t really let yourself make any friends, assuming you’ll get back. It’s been a year though and prior to meeting Makio, you didn’t really spend any time with anyone. 

She’s not around a lot, her work taking her away from the area often, but she promises to come back with the outfit the next time you see each other. 

The second one you meet is Hinatsuru. 

“It’s wonderful to meet you,” Hinatsuru says with a smile. “Makio has been talking about you often. We hope you like the outfit.” She offers the bundle she’s holding. 

“Thank you,” you smile at her. It’s cute watching her blush. 

“Try it on,” Makio orders. You raise your eyebrows at her until she offers a please. “We want to make sure it fits.”

“Sure,” you say. “Mind waiting?”

“Not at all,” Hinatsuru says. 

You invite them into your home, the small apartment-style area that you rent. It takes most of your wages but the woman who acts as your landlord is nice enough and you don’t have to worry about people breaking in. Makio looks unimpressed at the space but she doesn’t say anything once Hinatsuru nudges her. You don’t care. You’ve lived in better but you’ve also lived in worse. You’ll take what you can get. 

You change quickly and the weight of the outfit is strange after so long in standard kimonos and yukatas, but it’s nice. You feel like you can move again. You come out, unashamed in the sudden change of the amount of skin you’re showing. It’s freeing. 

The women waiting for you look surprised as you grin at them.

“Well? What do you think?” The dress is a cobalt blue with a black obi around your waist. There are slits up the sides with a short skirt that ends above your knees. 

“You look great!” Makio says. “Not as good as us though,” she adds, teasingly. You roll your eyes, used to her antics. 

“It suits you,” Hinatsuru says softly, her gaze darting between the two of you. 

“Thank you!” You grin at her before moving to grab the rest of the payment that you owe them. “Here. Do you think I’d be able to order more?”

“Are you sure?” Hinatsuru asks. “It is…revealing for the average citizen. We don’t want you to get any trouble.”

“Don’t worry,” you assure, thinking of your origins. “I’m anything but average.” 

You meet Suma next. She follows the other two, bouncing slightly before darting past them to greet you. 

“It’s you! I finally get to meet you!” 

You blink in surprise at the enthusiasm as she clasps your hands in hers. She grins widely. “Makio’s been keeping you a secret.”

“No, I haven’t!” Makio yells, reaching to drag Suma back away from you. You try not to smile as they argue, or more so, as Makio argues and Suma reacts dramatically. Hinatsuru sighs but looks at them fondly before she heads towards you. 

“We’re so glad to see you again,” she says. 

“Me too,” you agree. “I missed your company.” 

She smiles at you, gaze softening slightly before the two of you are overrun by Makio and Suma, both demanding your attention. 

The longer you spend with these women, the more you understand how well they fit. They balance each other perfectly in a lot of ways and despite the way they like to argue, you can tell that they care about each other deeply. It’s sweet and a little heartbreaking. Not that you’re in love with any of them, but it’s a reminder of what you don’t have. You doubt that anyone here would want to marry you, especially since you don’t have relatable experiences. It’s fine. You can deal with it until you decide to shove the truth about yourself down so deep that no one will ever dig it out. 

You still spend the most time with Makio. Mainly out of habit more than anything. You think she might be your best friend but you’re not entirely sure you want to tell her that. It feels like there’s something waiting for you on the horizon and you’re not sure if it's impending doom or something great. Probably doom, knowing your luck. Maybe you’ll just wake up back home. 

“Are you okay?” Suma asks. The four of you are huddled in your small living area, snacks and tea laid out between you. 

“We should have just taken you home,” Makio grumbles. You know she’s just uncomfortable in the enclosed space but you like it. You feel safer knowing there are not a lot of areas for someone to hide in. 

“I’m fine,” you assure them. “Just a little homesick.” You catch the look they all give each other and wait, knowing there’s some question they want to ask. Can they read you as easily as you seem to be able to read them? 

“Oh,” Hinatsuru says softly. “Can you not go visit?” 

You give her a small smile. “No. There’s…there’s no way,” you pause and correct yourself. “There’s no one left.” 

Suma looks like she’s going to cry again and you wave her off. “It’s fine. I’m used to it now. Besides, it’s not like I don’t have friends, right? I have all of you now.” 

“Of course you have us!” Makio says, looking fierce in her outburst. “We’ll be your family, okay?”

You laugh slightly at the determination and that way Suma eagerly nods in agreement. “Thanks. I’d like that.” 

Things change after that. 

You’re not sure what it was, the reveal that you have no one else in this world or the fact that they’ve decided to be your family, but things change. They’re around more often, bringing small trinkets from their travels back to you that they insist improve your living space. They also touch you more. Not that they didn’t before, but it goes beyond the casual brush of skin as you sit next to each other or a hug goodbye. Hina, as she asks you to call her, enjoys playing with your hair of all things. Makio occasionally tries to feed you, offering bites from her own food or holding up a treat for you to try. Suma no longer has any concept of personal space, enjoying lounging herself across you and pressing her cold feet into your shins. 

It’s funny because you never considered yourself touch starved before but now? Now you think if they ever stop, you’ll miss it. Your life slowly adjusts to consist mainly of serving customers and the Uzui women. 

Makio, as every time before, is the first. This time to kiss you. 

You’re stunned as she pulls back and you can see the concern in her features that maybe she made a mistake. 

“I’m sorry,” she says. “I thought–” 

You stare at her for a moment before you grin at the expression on her face. “No,” you say, “I just…I’ve never kissed another woman before.”

“Did you not like it?” she asks. You know that if you tell her you didn’t, she’ll stop. Things will go back to the way they were. 

“It’s not that,” you admit. “You’re married.” 

She grins at you. “I know,” she agrees. “But all three of us have been talking about wanting more with you. We just weren’t sure what you want.” 

“Aren’t there four of you?”

She nods enthusiastically. “Lord Tengen knows,” she says. “He’s waiting.” 

For what? You want to ask but you don’t, because Makio moves forward again and you find yourself distracted by the feeling of her lips on yours. It’s different from the guys you’ve made out with. Not necessarily better or worse, just different. Turns out that Makio is a great kisser and you’re not as straight as you originally thought you were. Huh. Who knew?

Once that barrier is breached, the others are not long to follow. You feel a bit guilty to be making out with each of these women knowing that there’s a husband somewhere waiting for them, but this isn’t the first polygamous relationship you’ve heard of, especially since ethical non-monogamy seemed to be everywhere in the online dating arena, so you know that communication is the most important thing in a healthy relationship. You also have no doubts, based on what you know of these women, that one of them has told their husband everything. You’re just wondering when he’s going to make himself known. 

Speak of the devil and he’ll appear. Isn’t that the saying? 

You meet Tengen by accident. Well, probably not by accident since Makio said he was waiting and it was bound to happen, but you didn’t expect it like this. 

You were in the market on your day off, wandering from stall to stall in one of the outfits that Makio, Hina and Suma made. They had worried about you finding yourself in trouble due to the cut of it. Instead, trouble found you. The strange man propositions you on the street. You shoot him down. It’s not the first time you’ve had to do so to such a request and it likely won't be the last. No big deal. You’re used to it. 

Until he touches you. 

The man grabs you by the wrist, stopping you from moving on. Unfortunately for him, you come from an era of women’s rights, self-defence and a love of action movies. You shove your fingers into his throat before anyone else can step in. He recoils, coughing loudly, and let's go. You straighten your outfit and prepare to move on only to stop as someone appears between you and the man. 

“Now that’s a flashy response!” 

The man in front of you is huge. You’ve seen a lot of men in your life but you’re beginning to wonder if any of them ever compared to this one. His arms look like the size of your head. Your mouth drops open as you register the jewels on his headband and the swords at his back. You’ve heard every description of the man possible but you have never expected him to look like…this. 

He glances over his shoulder and you have to actually move to peek around him to see the man who assaulted you being led off by some other. Tengen turns back to look at you and you watch as his gaze overtly looks over you. There is nothing subtle about this man. At least, not when he doesn’t want to be. 

“So you’re the one monopolizing my wives.” 

“Maybe,” you admit. There’s no reason to lie. “They’re good people.”

“They are,” he agrees. “They’ve spoken highly of you.”

“Not as much as they’ve said about you, I’m sure.”

He grins at that. “May I join you?”

“Knock yourself out,” you say, nodding. He looks slightly confused before he grins as he realizes you’re saying yes. 

Tengen is not as patient as his wives. 

Which is funny because you never considered any of them to be patient once you got to know them. Maybe Hina, but that’s only in comparison to the others. He’s also straightforward. You like that. 

“You’re not only attracted to women,” he points out once he catches you staring at him again. Honestly, you’re just amazed at how small you feel next to the man. That’s never happened before. 

“Nope,” you agree. “Though, to be fair, it might only be them. I don’t know. I’ve never considered it before.” 

He seems pleased at the compliment to his wives and doesn’t hide the way he appreciates you as well. He walks you home and before he leaves, he promises to return and kisses you hard. It’s easy to see how he’s kept the three of them if this is how he kisses. 

You don’t see them during the days that Tengen is around. You suspect that there’s more going on, but you’re willing to let it play out. Getting to know him is like adding another piece to a puzzle. It all starts to make sense and you can understand how the dynamics fit. The four of them are practically a well-oiled, well-loved, machine and while you’re not entirely sure what their purpose is for you, you’re going to enjoy it. After all, who knows if you’re really going to stay? Even if it’s been almost two years. 

Makio is not the first this time. 

It’s Hina who proposes, even though they’re all there. You sit there, surprised at the offer. You hadn’t expected this. Even when they said they’d be your family, all those ages ago, you didn’t think they meant literally. 

“I can’t,” you admit, wincing as you watch Makio’s expression fade into blankness and Suma starts to cry. 

“Why?” she wails, reaching out to you. 

You consider it. It’s not that you don’t want to. You love them, each and every one. How could you not? At least, you’re sure that you do. You haven’t exactly tested things out completely, always stopping before it led to full-out sex because you had been unsure of their marriage, but the desire was there. 

“I don’t know if I’m here to stay,” you try to explain. “For good.” 

“What do you mean?” Tengen asks. “Where would you go?”

“Back to the future?”

They stare at you for a moment, the words processing before Tengen leans back and laughs. 

“I knew it!” He says, looking at you with a grin. “I knew you were flashier than you let on! Your score is different from everyone else's!”

“My score?” You don’t remember telling any of them how many people you’ve slept with….

He explains…and so do you. 

Things finally start to make sense. They never really explained what they did, at least not in detail besides trying to ensure you stayed indoors at night. The truth of their occupation, and their history, is the final puzzle piece. The truth of you clears up the confusion of all the strange little things that you do that don’t really make sense…but are also the same things that drew them all in. You all agree to give it some time, to think about it. 

It takes a day before Tengen is back with advice. 

“Say yes,” he says, hand on the small of your back as he pulls you towards him. “Even if the worst should happen and you leave, shouldn’t we enjoy the time we have? Marry us.”

“Let me think about it,” you ask, kissing him softly. 

Suma is the next. 

“Please say yes,” she begs. “Please! We need you!” 

You smile in response. “Let me think about it,” you ask again before kissing her this time. She melts into it and you try not to let it sway you. 

Hina comes about a week later. 

“Please join us,” she asks, holding your hand in hers. “We miss you. Let us take care of you and you take care of us.” 

“I miss you too,” you admit. “All of you. But are you sure?”

She kisses you. “We are. Are you?”

Makio is last. Her arms are crossed as you come across her waiting for you outside your work. 

“You’re being stupid,” she says as soon as she sees you. 

“Nice to see you too.”

“Why are you doing this to us?”

“What? Making you wait?”

“Yes!” The brashness fades as she looks at you. “Don’t you want us?” 

You sigh. “Of course I do.”

“Then marry us!” 

“One more day,” you say. “Give me one more day, okay? I’ll come to you.” 

You’ve known your answer since Tengen spoke to you. He’s right. Why should you deny yourself the chance of enjoying your life here, even if it might not be forever? Really, what is? If they want you, they can have you. 

It’s not hard to find their home despite the fact that you’ve never been there. The place is beautiful and a little out of the way. It suits them though you wonder if they’d like chimes. Wooden chimes would suit the place but it might be a bother considering Tengen’s hearing. 

The door opens before you even get to it and Suma comes running, nearly tackling you on the path. 

“You came!” 

You laugh as you hold her, miraculously steadying the both of you. It doesn’t last long as soon as Makio joins in. The three of you end up sprawled on the path and your face is covered in kisses despite the fact you still haven’t given an answer. You don’t mind. You know your answer and kiss them both back. 

“Alright,” you hear Tengen say. “Get up, you three.” Hina giggles as you all try to untangle yourselves. It takes a couple of tries before Tengen eventually steps in and lifts Suma off of you, listening to her protest. Makio stands up next and offers you her hand. 

You hold it, reaching out for Hina’s before you follow Tengen inside, trying not to laugh at Suma’s expression as she’s carried over his shoulder. 

You say yes. Tengen looks like he knew you would and the women are ecstatic. So are you. You’ve never felt as loved or as wanted as you do at that moment, as they all celebrate the fact that you’re joining them and going to become one of their wives. Even if you disappeared in this moment, you’d remember it forever. 

Luckily, that doesn’t happen. 

What does happen is that someone opens some sake and the night ends with you on your back and someone’s face between your legs. They know you’re inexperienced but the four of them aren’t. It’s not hard to listen to their cues, let them guide you and relish in the way you can help make them break. 

You learn new ways to use your tongue, the sweet spots that make each of them clutch you tighter and beg, and you learn how many times you’re capable of orgasming. It’s way more than you ever expected and you might have blacked out at some point. You come to curled up next to Suma while Hina’s head rests on your stomach. You’re all covered in sweat and the room stinks of sex. You can hear them though. The soft praises of Tengen and the way Makio cries out. 

“You did this,” he tells her. “You completed us.” 

“Thank you,” she cries out, clutching at his arm as he thrusts up into her. “For letting me–” She’s facing the rest of you. Both of them are and you catch Tengen’s eyes as he realizes you’re awake. 

“My beautiful wives,” he says, kissing her neck. “You’re so good to me. So good to all of us. How could I resist?” 

Suma shifts closer, throwing an arm around you as she buries her face against your skin. Indeed, you think, closing your eyes and drifting back to sleep even with the sounds of them fucking. How could you resist?

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[draxumain]

What Kind Of Lover They'd Want

Genre: Fluff

TW: Mentions of trauma

AN:: Always wondered what kind of lover they'd like so I decided to stop procrastinating and daydreaming and actually write, Enjoy!! As usual not proofread too lazy.

Characters :: Sanemi | Gyomei | Rengoku | Giyuu |

Sanemi Shinazugawa

`` A Distraction ``

Sanemi Shinazugawa is a man with a broken heart. The cracks of his heart are shown all over his body, engraved with scars to show it. He's been through hell, he goes through it everyday.

What, he needs most is to come back from battle to a warm lively home with a darling lover who can embrace him and whisper sweet words into his ears as if he isn't a sinful man full covered in ugly scars. He, just for a moment. A second. Wants to forget the outside horrors he's seen.

He needs his lover to be a distraction.

A Haven where he can take the time he doesn't think he should be allowed to spend to slowly heal for his past and ongoing trauma.

He just wants to forget, and pretend just for a little that everything is fine. Nothing bad ever happend.

You're here, you're alive. That's all he needs.

Himejima Gyomei

`` A Carer ``

Gyomei doesn't look for much, Infact he doesn't look for anything. Not that he can.

Being fully devoted to his faith and life to demon hunting, he has no room for a lover.

But, a man can dream and wonder. If he were to ever have a lover he'd want them to be a carer.

Someone, with a kind and loving soul with a gentle nature. A person of strong faith and interest in serving the world an striving to making it a better safer place. He'd like someone who can make a cold house warm, someone who is soft spoken and welcoming to outsiders.

An honest person who won't lie through their teeth to save their own skin. A humble person who is easy to correct themselves when they're in the wrong and willing to learn and own up for their mistakes.

A good person at heart who genuinely cares for others. And a lover who is good with children and younger people, it would warm his heart sensing his lover tend to children.

Tomioka Giyuu

`` An Ambivert ``

Tomioka Giyuu is, to say the least, unbalanced.

His introvert nature stems deeply from trauma, he needs someone to take him out of his dark pit on loneliness and into a light where he's free to express himself.

However, his quiet nature is who he is, he prefers to observe rather then be in the spotlight so, he'd need someone who can balance both perfectly.

A lover who can take him out of his shell and heal from his survivors guilt, getting him to enjoy the wonders of life and explore all there is to offer.

A lover who he can sit in comfortable silence with and still somehow have a full conversation in utter peace. An ambivert is the perfect kind of lover for Giyuu.

Kyojuro Rengoku

`` A Foodie ``

He is a simple man, not looking for anything in particular it's all got to do with your personality if you're a good person at heart Kyojuro is more then willing to give you his love.

However, that's not to say he doesn't like certain things in a partner.

He'd love if they were a foodie like him. Someone he can go restaurant to restaurant with and, try hearty and diverse meals with is the dream.

Bonus points if you can make hearty and diverse delicious meals he'll be smitten for you, truly.

Overall he's not one to look for a specific kind of person, however you look or act or whatever interests you have he'll be your hype man and will 100% support you and love you for it.

──  ﹫ 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐘𝐒𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐌   ؛   𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗅𝗋

[imagineanime2022]

The Hashira See You As A Sibling

Giyu Tomioka X Platonic!Reader, Obanai Iguro X Platonic!Reader, Sanemi Shinazugawa X Platonic!Reader Gyomei Himejima X Platonic!Reader Muichiro Tokito X Platonic!Reader Kyojiro Rengoku X Platonic!Reader Tengen Uzui X Platonic!Reader Shinobu Kocho X Platonic!Reader Mitsuri Kanjiro X Platonic!Reader

Requested: Anon

Request: Hihi!! First off all I hope you are having an excellent day / afternoon / night! May I request some headcanons of the hashiras seeing reader (who's also a hashira) as an older sibling figure (Gender Neutral if possible!)?? If it's possible all of them, if not that's alright! Please and thank you! ^^

A/N: This took far longer than I thought, sorry about that.

General

So for a little bit of context you have imitation breathing, which means that you can execute any other type of breathing after seeing it, you freaked out the others when they first met you because of it.

They all saw you as an older sibling even if you weren’t actually older than them, you joined before most of them and had been there with them and had yet to leave.

You were close with the master because of how long you had been a Hashira and you often spent time with him and he asked your opinion on a lot of things.

You were the one that was often called for a rescue mission when the Hashira needed help, you never really stayed in one place, you travelled around a lot so you were probably the closest to trouble at any given time.

They all loved you, none of them said a sincere bad thing about you, they might tease you from time to time but you honestly teased them just as much.

They each had their own way of greeting you but you made sure that you split your time with all of them otherwise there’d be complaints from everyone except for Giyu or Mitsuri.

There aren’t many outside of the Hashira that knew you, you were more like a phantom that the demon feared.

Mugen had fought you once and you both came away gravely injured, the upper moons knew of you and hated you and the lower moons had been killed by you on a few occasions and promptly replaced.

Now let’s get a little more personal.

Giyu Tomioka

🌊 Giyu is often the one to take a step back and wait for the other to finish whatever they wanted with you, he never thought that he was worth your time and you were likely going to have to seek him out to actually spend time with him. 🌊 This doesn’t mean that he doesn’t want to spend time with it’s just that his inferiority complex is acting up again. 🌊 That being said, once it’s just the two of you it’s easier to talk to him, he might still be quiet but you often talk to him and soon enough he’ll involve himself in your conversations. 🌊 If you tell him that you have an interest in something, if he comes across it on his travels he’ll pick it up and give it to you the next time that he sees you and he always remembers what versions of something that he got you, so you never end up with doubles. 🌊 Compliment his jacket, if you close enough he might even tell you what had happened then give him that jacket and from there you’ll realise that survivors guilt weighs on his mind. 🌊 Giyu is one of the youngest and yet acts like one of the oldest, so sometimes you have to remember that his view of the world would be different than yours and you explain the nature of friendships to him because he really doesn’t understand them. 🌊 When you were out on missions with Giyu, you often let him take the lead, you wanted him to be confident in himself, when he was on his own. 🌊 You were probably the only person he was confident in starting a conversation with and/or asking to spend time with. 🌊 You never missed a chance to stick up for him no matter what the others said, he was probably the one with beliefs closest to yours. You did agree with his choice for Nezuko and Tanjiro after all.

Obanai Iguro

🐍 Obanai was snarky as hell and was often sassing you in some way, you were never not hitting him upside the head for trying to start a fight with someone. 🐍 The rest of the Hashira watch with great amusement when you were both involved in arguing back and forth with each other neither one of you ready to admit defeat. 🐍 His snakes often wrapped around your arms or neck, so whenever they went missing he knew that you were around. Sometimes they’d even take your side in an argument, especially the argument about his feelings for Misturi. 🐍 You’ve told him on many occasions that he should just tell her how he felt but he kept denying that he felt anything at all. Which we all know is a lie so you teased him about it every chance that you got. 🐍 Your arguments with Obanai were strictly verbal considering the fact that you are physically better than him, he never tried to take past that. 🐍 Obanai spent a lot of his time trying to sneak up on you but it never worked, that was usually the greeting that you got from him. 🐍 When you were on a mission with Obanai you often took a step back to allow him to do his thing, you helped him where you needed to but for the most part it was his mission and he’d complete it. 🐍 You often rolled your eyes at his unrealistic expectations of others, he very rarely berated you because you very rarely came back with any injuries, that being said he was probably harsher on you than the others because you would fight back. The next time that he came back injured you were the first one to comment. 🐍 You were probably the only other person that he could stand spending time around without some kind of return and you were probably the only person that didn't get hurt by everything that he said.

Sanemi Shinazugawa

🌬 Sanemi treated people a certain way because of the way that he was treated which was why you were a little more gentle with him where you could be. There were times that called for you to be firmer with him but for the most part you tried to avoid clashing with him. 🌬 He learned to respect you after picking a fight he had no chance of winning, now he challenges you to fights to see how much he’s grown in the time that he hasn’t seen you. He literally greets you with a punch and there hasn’t been able to dodge yet. 🌬 You often told him off for the way that he treated his brother, you understood the way he felt about loss but that didn’t condone the way that he pushed his brother away and hurt his feelings. 🌬 Because of that you actually ended up spending a lot of time with Genya too, you made sure that he didn’t feel like it was his fault that his brother treated him the way that he did and honestly that made Sanemi kind of jealous sometimes. 🌬 Sanemi did ask you how Genya was getting on when you did see him because he refused to go anywhere need him. 🌬 You almost never agreed with the way that Sanemi went about things and even got angry with him at the meeting for the way that he handled Nezuko, you even put yourself between the box and his sword at one point. Which you got a mumbled apology for later. 🌬 You were often the mediator when he was on missions, he could be a bit harsh and sometimes he didn’t look before he leaped so you were the one to watch his back and maybe point him in a different direction. 🌬 Sanemi would never admit that he liked having you around but you biggest clue was that he never told you to go away and actually listened to a suggestion that you gave him every now and then.

Gyomei Himejima

🪨 Gyomei was the oldest of the bunch and the one that needed you the least, he’d spend time with you because he wanted to not and you were able to spend time with him because you wanted to not because you thought there was something that you could offer him. 🪨 You guys trained together all the time and by extension made each other way stronger than you would have been alone. 🪨 You were probably the only person that could keep up with him on a mission and with your breathing allowing you to copy his means that he didn’t have to worry about the strength that you possessed because it equaled his in most scenarios. 🪨 You were always there to make sure that he was okay, you comforted him when he cried no matter how small the issue that caused him pain was. 🪨 You engaged in prayer with him where you could and even asked him about his beliefs when you guys had the time to talk properly. 🪨 He warmed up to you easily but that was probably because you had been together for longer than any of the other Hashira, you both know things about each other that none of the others did. 🪨 You tried not to disrespect his beliefs or make his go against his principles and he knows that you're trying your best even going as far as offering to give the killing blow if it helps. 🪨 He’d often mindlessly talk to you about anything and everything, his voice was always soft and he encouraged you to give your views (which was probably why you knew so much about each other). 🪨 Gyomei was the one that you’d often spend time with when you had been through something taxing, he doesn't always need to talk or fight sometimes you can both sit there.

Muichiro Tokito

☁ Honestly for the longest time you didn’t know if he even knew who you were, he proved that he did one day when he mumbled your name in conversation. ☁ You were a little more protective of him though because he was the youngest of the Hashira, he was very good at looking after himself when he needed to. ☁ You would often be the one to relay information that he missed when his mind wondered, he’d often tug at your arm to point out a cloud as you half listened to the conversation so you wouldn’t both be lost. ☁ There would be times when he’d use you as a pillow and you’d never wake him, unless there was a mission you needed to go on or there was some kind of danger. ☁ It didn’t take long for you to realise that he didn’t put much stock in emotions, so when he talked he didn’t necessarily mean to hurt your feelings and you often had to defuse situations between him and the others. ☁ On missions you wouldn’t need to watch his back in the actual fight he was pretty good at doing that himself, it was in the moments that you were travelling from place to place or looking for information on the demon that you needed to be there. ☁ Sometimes you carried him to where he needed to go but that was faster than any other means of transportation. ☁ Muichiro would often use you to hide from conversations or interactions because the others were less likely to bother him when he was with you. ☁ He was more like an aloof little brother, you checked in more often with him to make sure that he was okay and worried that he’d get more lonely than the others so you hung around with him a little more than the others.

Kyojuro Rengoku

🔥 Bless this ray of sunshine, he’s probably the only one that actually asks how you're doing from time to time. 🔥 He respects you and treats you as such, he offers you food that he thinks is tasty and strongly advises that you taste it. You’d always accept what he gave you and compliment him on his tastes. 🔥 Rengoku would actually ask you for help when he needed it, as well as drag you into whatever stupid thing he and Tengen were getting up to that day, since you were the only one fast enough to keep up with them. 🔥 Rengoku was more than happy to introduce you to his brother who you became fast friends with. He made you promise that you’d look after Senjutro if anything happened to him. 🔥 That being said, you weren’t actually going to let something happen to him and that was why you went after him when Mitsuri said that she had a bad feeling, you ended up saving his ass when Akaza came calling (that was the day Muzan decided that you were a nuisance that needed getting rid of). 🔥 Rengoku holds you closer from there on, even going as far as introducing you to people as his sibling. 🔥 He’s usually the first to greet you and you always smile no matter how loud he’s being, took the time to learn and/or teach him sign language for stealth missions together or general secret keeping. 🔥 Rengoku was one of the older Hashira and yet ended up being one of the most childish so you spent a lot of time making sure that he was okay but he’s the one that you get the most reward from because he shows his gratitude for you.

Tengen Uzui

🔊 Tengen was the one that always successfully snuck up on you, you hated every moment of it but no matter how hard you tried he got you every time. 🔊 He would often challenge you to a race and you were the only person that could beat him, but that being said you were still in a rivalry and there was a scoreboard with the other Hashira had placed bets on. 🔊 Tengen actually tried to get you to be one of his wives which you denied, if only because your independence was important to you. 🔊 On that note his wives love you and when they can’t go on a mission they’ll send a message to you, to ask if you can keep an eye on him, which you had no problem doing. Though you had no problem looking out for them, Tengen would often send you a separate letter asking you to keep an eye on them while he was gone. 🔊 Tengen is forever jealous of the food Hina kept aside for you, the gift that Suma made for you or how Makio would always ask how you were doing after he came back from a mission. 🔊 They invite you for dinner all the time so when you are in the area you stop by and join them. 🔊 After getting word that Tengen’s wives had gone missing you were the one to save them from Daki, then promptly slapped Tengen around tha back of the head for putting 7 different people in harm's way before asking you for help (Zentsu and Inosuke were so confused, Tanjiro had to explain that you were a Hashira). 🔊 You help him beat Daki and Gyutaro. Gyutaro referred to you as the phantom which confused everyone but now that’s all that Tengen will call you. 🔊 Tengen is by far the loudest of the Hashira and the one you probably had to watch the closest because despite the fact that he was a trained shinobi and probably the fastest Hashira out there, he’d forgo all of that for a flashy entrance and that will be what gets him killed.

Shinobu Kocho

🦋 Shinobu was reluctant to actually treat you as a sibling, after what happened to her sister that part of her was closed off for two reasons. 🦋 The first fear and the second not wanting to replace the sister that she had already lost. 🦋 You never tried to replace her sister and you never pushed her to be more than she wanted with you so the relationship developed slowly. 🦋 She was probably the only one that you needed to earn the trust of but that happened over many injury treatments. 🦋 You really earned her trust when you got very badly injured for her and she spent months nursing you back to health, it was then that you told her about your relationship with her sister. 🦋 You often drew fire on missions with Shinobu, you knew that she worked better being about to get a knick in and most of the time, she was testing something new so you served to keep the demon alive long enough to see if whatever new poison she had developed worked, all while getting jabs at each others fighting skill or the fact that you gotten hit. 🦋 She’d often send you off with something new that she had developed because she knew that you’d stay alive long enough to report back to her. 🦋 You guys could spend hours talking about anything and everything, most of the time it was Shinobu talking through ways to treat wounds so that she was sure that you could make it back here to get properly treated. 🦋 You guys would often have sarcasm battles with large smiles on your face, anyone who saw them wouldn’t know if you guys were serious or not. 🦋 Your relationship was probably the closest to a love hate one, no one could tell whether you actually liked each other or not and that was for you to decide.

Mitsuri Kanroji

❤ Literally worries for you all the time, from the moment that she met you to the present day. ❤ Always wanted a sister, so it took literally no time at all for you to become close, she’d come to you whenever she felt like something bad was going to happen or when she needed encouragement. ❤ Girls nights happened often if you were both in the same place and that meant that she helped you with self care and you encouraged her to face the crush that she had on a certain snake hashira (never worked but you tried). ❤ You guys communicate with looks and in some cases noises, you’ll be able to tell what she’s thinking and send back a response that she understands completely. ❤ You watched her carefully when she felt strongly about something. Her health took a back seat sometimes, so you made sure that she ate properly and looked after herself especially when she felt guilty about something. ❤ You often found yourself telling her that she wasn’t a burden to you or any of the other Hashira. ❤ You two have so much fun when you are on a mission together, she likes that she has your full attention and there’s no one to hide from, she could be herself around you. ❤ As much as you both acted like siblings, the love that she felt from you reminded her of a parent and she wouldn’t change it for the world, being away from her family and the people that she grew up with, she likes that feeling that she gets from you.

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I'll Treat You Like One - Obanai Iguro

cw: jealousy sex, degradation, name calling, forceful, dub-con, slapping, hair pulling

Obanai catches your glances at Tengen and his wives, and decides it's time to teach you a lesson.

minors+ageless dni. 1.1k words

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Obanai slammed the door. Angrily rushing through the house, you could hear his footsteps hitting each stair as he'd practically ran in his temper tantrum, breathing audible as he sighed through his mask. His outburst had been due to jealousy, something he'd frequently done after seeing you talk to other men. You'd simply met up with the other hashira, speaking with Tengen and his wives, but Obanai had seen things differently. 

He saw how your eyes would drop to cleavage level - even if just for a second. Or how you'd laugh a little too hard at their jokes, and the way they'd reciprocate your borderline flirting by touching you a little too much on the arm, or moving to brush something from your cheek. Today, he'd had enough when Suma had poked fun at the lack of sex you'd had; another clear dig at her distaste to your relationship. 

You'd felt a little guilty when she'd brought up something you'd discussed with her in a time of need, feeling that you hadn't been enough for your boyfriend, but the lack of intimacy had been due to his own insecurity. It was a bad jab at the snake pillar, one that even Tengen had slapped her on the wrist about, but Suma always got to be a handful after a few drinks. 

You'd told Obanai time and time again that his scars were beautiful, but the facial disfiguration had played a large part in his timidity. He'd suffered a lot from the self consciousness, and you'd felt empathetic to his situation. Though, you wished that he would ease up, and enjoy the time you spent together, instead of worrying about what other people had thought. 

Following him, you exhaled heavily at the possessive behaviour, as this was becoming a common theme.  "Obanai, please." You huffed, opening the bedroom door to reason with him, racking through the words you'd choose to say in your head, prepared to fight for the next hour. 

You stopped in your tracks as you saw him removing the bandages from his face, Kaburamaru slithering from his perch at Obanai's shoulder to move past you to reside in the hall. You stepped into the room, skepticism written on your features as the last loop of the bandages fell, exposing the face you dreamed of. Even after three months of dating, seeing below his nose was a rarity, one that you'd had to bask and appreciate in with every chance you'd gotten. 

"If you're going to act like a slut," He spoke, watching you through the mirror he'd been stood in front of, turning to face you as he finished the sentence. "I'll treat you like one." 

Obanai's hand wrapped around your wrist, pulling your arm tought until your knees bent and you'd hit the floor beneath you. He pulled his trousers down to knee level, grabbing a fist full of your hair as he forced your face into his crotch. He'd been flaccid, but you took him into your lips anyway, mouth hitting the base of his cock as you warmed him inside your cheeks. His hair fell to surround his face as he looked down at you, and you could feel him harden in your mouth. 

"I see the way you gawk at them." His tone was riddled with disdain, a look of pure hate across his expression. You'd attempted to pull back and scold him, but he held your head in place. "Don't start." He rebuked your attempts, pushing his hips forward to slide his now erect cock into the back of your throat. You gagged, but couldn't move as he held your head still.  "You're clearly infatuated with them, such a fucking slut." He teased, finally loosening his grip on you, allowing some movement. Your eyes watered but you bobbed back and forth for him, watching his expression for any sign of pleasure, but he'd been too pissed off to give you the satisfaction. 

"Whore." He spat, the insult causing a hum to leave your lips, the vibration causing his cock to twitch in your throat.  Your arousal to the situation was a little shameful, but you'd continued on nonetheless, taking him as far as you could. He pushed himself deeper, anger fueling his actions as he watched his cock disappear into your mouth. You'd been crying at this point, tears running down to mix with the saliva that had been pooling at your chin, gargles erupting from your tired mouth. You pulled back, but he interlaced the second hand into your hair, pushing you to suction him once more.  "Did I tell you to stop?" Obanai shouted, groaning as he took one hand to slap your cheek, leaving a stinging sensation. You continued your previous movements, whining against him while you felt his cock slide to the back of your throat. He was groaning, stomach sucking inward with each motion, pupils following your head as you maneuvered it back and forth. Your jaw had already grown tired, but you'd tried to ignore the ache, pleasing the male before you. 

"Gonna be a good slut for me?" He questioned, leering down at you suctioning him, a nod gracing your contorted face, for he'd eased his grip for only a moment. "Look so pretty with my cock in your mouth." Obanai commented, though the stinging sensation from his hand roughly slapping you once more had said otherwise. You brought a hand to pump over the shaft as he'd allowed you to move back a little, fist bumping to meet the drool covered lips you'd had locked around him. You licked over the head of his cock with your tongue, while following the other motions, knowing how he'd liked to be touched from years of experience. 

"Gon' swallow my cum like a good whore?" His voice was husky, a tremble laced through the question that he'd tried his best to hide, pleasure evident over his face and tensed body. He groaned, forcing himself further into your mouth, a gag around his head as the seed had shot straight to the back of your throat. You'd coughed, liquid flowing down your esophagus without being able to swallow as his cock had simply forced it's way into your neck, but he'd continued with the action. Obanai kept his eyes open, though squinting, wanting to watch as he'd punished you for the bratty actions you'd taken, admiring the way your salty tears had mixed with the other fluids on your face. 

You pulled back, spluttering beneath him. An attempt to get yourself out of the position had Obanai's fingers back in your hair, a sharp pain in your scalp as he'd gripped you tight.  "Who said you were getting off that easy?" 

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【Kibutsuji Muzan】 Mean!

*high school dessert shop au

*human+sick+rich Muzan

*fluff, a little OOC

Ring.

The bell rang as the door of the small dessert shop was pulled open.

“Welcome!” You stood up from your stool at the back of the counter, surprised by a sudden customer during such a lazy hour of the day. “Eh? Riku-san?” Your eyes landed on the figure of the tall butler of the Kibutsuji family before drifting to the person he was holding the door for, “Muzan?” 

The teen’s pale skin was even paler on such a rainy day, which made a fine contrast with his beautiful ruby eyes, gloominess took over his young features as usual. Muzan stepped into the shop and dismissed his butler that was a head taller than him. Riku bowed to the both of you before closing the door, returning to the black G-Wagon that was parked outside and drove away.

“Welcome.” You repeated, putting on a wider, sweeter smile as you leaned your elbows on top of the counter

“Do you smile like that to everyone who walks in this door?” He asked, red orbs peered into yours. Just as you were about to answer him, he threw you another question, pointing his slim finger at you, “Why are you working here anyway? Wearing such ugly uniforms.”

You puffed out your cheeks, a small thump on the floor created by your heel showed frustration, “Is this how you’re going to start your day with me? Mean, you’re so mean!” You backed away from leaning on the counter, “Now, dear customer, I would rather you sit down somewhere as I make you a warm cup of tea, so you don’t accidentally get a fever again like the last time you went out during a rainy day.” You turned away from him as you reached for the teapot.

Muzan stayed silent for a few seconds before speaking again, “Come here.” He ordered.

You narrowed your eyes at him, “No,” you rejected, before focusing on your hot water again.

“You— ACK!” His sentence was stopped by an intense coughing fit. Muzan brought his pale hand up to cover his mouth while the other one clutched onto his stomach as he slouched in pain.

“Muzan!” You rushed out from behind the counter after grabbing a bottle of water. Patting his back and leading him to the nearest chair, you sat him down and lowered yourself next to him. “Want a sip of water while you wait for the tea?” You asked gently, twisting open the new bottle of water and placing the bottle mouth near his soft lips. He leaned forward and you tipped the bottle downwards so the water could flow into his mouth. 

“Better?” You wiped off the water that dripped from his lips to his chin.

He almost nodded before turning his head away from you, covering his nose. “Too sweet.” He said, distancing his upper body away from you, “You smell too sweet… and smokey too.” 

“It’s only ‘cause I’ve been in a bakery all day.” You frowned and sniffed your sleeves, “Do I smell so bad that you have to turn away from me?”

He looked back at you and nodded. You stood up and thumped on the floor once again — a bad habit really.

“So mean! Fine, whatever, sit and wait for your tea, I’m gonna call Riku-san to pick you up.” You huffed, turning away to walk back behind the counter, but stopped when Muzan wrapped his fingers around your wrist. 

“No, you’re going home with me.” He simply stated before letting you go again.

“Huh? Wait, really? I’m spending the night at your house today?” You asked him, voice coated with excitement. “Do my parents know? Should I call them?”

“No, Riku called already.” He said.

“Yes!!” You cheered, but stopped when you realized something, “Wait, but my shift ends at 9, there’s still a few hours left, you shouldn’t wait here all day.” You bent over, face extremely close to his.

“That’s what I’m saying.” He furrowed his brow in annoyance, “Just quit already, you act like I don’t have enough money to keep you well.”

“But.. but I just wanna earn some extra allowance.” You frowned as well, your voice dragging the pronunciation of certain words to show you’re upset. “Plus, the owner of this place is very nice, I don’t have a proper reason to quit.”

“I told you that I’d— ack!” He started coughing again, but this time not as intense, “You-” His sentence was interrupted again by the bell, alerting that someone had opened the door.

“Welcome!” You looked over instinctively, “Ah! Aoki-san!” You called out the surname of the store owner respectfully.

“Oh my, what’s happening here.” The older male looked at Muzan in surprise, as he was still panting from the coughing fit earlier, “Kid, are you alright? You look awfully pale.”

Muzan’s eyes suddenly widened and he took a hold of your wrist again, panic written all over his ruby eyes, but only you could tell. “Do I look awfully pale? Do I look like I’m going to die any second from now?”

“I- I mean, you do look pale but you’re always pale, but it’s not like you’re gonna die anyti-”

“You’re just waiting for me to fall over dead right? So you can elope with another healthy man, and you’re gonna leave me here all by myself. But I’m telling you, you’re never gonna leave me, as long as our wedding contract is still signed by both of our parents! If I die, I’ll make you marry my corpse!” He grit his teeth and his eyes were bloodshot with anger and jealousy, his grip on your wrist tightened subconsciously and a few coughs escaped his mouth.

���Ow! It hurts!” You placed your other hand on top of his, trying to pry him off, “Who would I elope with? I like you the most out of everyone, but you’re always so mean to me, but I really do like you a lot!” You sobbed to him, “Wahhh!! You’re so mean! So mean!”

“Hey, kids…” Aoki tried to step in, it was his store after all, he wouldn’t want two high schoolers to make a ruckus and scare away customers, although today is really not a busy day… at all…

“You stay outta this!” Muzan snapped at the rather confused adult, pulling your sobbing form closer into an embrace, as if Aoki was the one who made you cry.

“No, I mean.. maybe you guys can go upstairs and sort things out, it’s a storage attic, I just cleaned it before the store opened today.” He pointed to the stairs that led to the attic.

“Tch.” Muzan shot him a glance before standing up and walking to the stairs, with you still in his arms.

“Just make sure not to do anything inappropriate up there!” Aoki called from behind.

It wasn’t so unreasonable how Muzan had said those words, as your marriage engagement wasn’t even your decision. There was a marriage contract signed the moment you two were born, because your mothers are best friends. They had made a promise even before high school, saying that if one gives birth to a boy and the other gives birth to a girl, then they would marry each other, unless they don’t fall in love and break the engagement themselves upon turning 16. But 17 years flew past like a winged monster, yet the engagement still holds strong as steel.

“Look at me.” Muzan called out your name softly, placing you on his lap as he sat on the newly cleaned floor, back pressed against the wall. His hand cupped your cheek and guided your gaze to meet his. “That was my fault, my apologies.” He brought your wrist that was red from his grip up to his lips and planted a soft kiss. “I can give you anything you want, but I cannot let you away from me, that is one thing I cannot grant you.”

“I want oden.” You sniffed your nose, “Mom’s oden. Tonight.” You referred to Muzan’s mother.

“I’m sure she already plans on making it.” He wiped away your tears, “She left for groceries right before I left the house, but I’ll let her know regardless.”

You stayed silent for a minute, head against Muzan’s chest, “Can I go back to work?” You muttered your question. “I’ll make you your tea.”

“Why can’t we just go home right now, we have tea at home too.” He frowned, pissed how you’re choosing work over him.

“Because I told Aoki-san that I could work full day today.” You looked up at him, frowning as well.

“Quit.” He repeated for the nth time today.

“N- Ah!” Your voice was cut off by your own yelp that escaped your lips as Muzan slapped your bottom rather harshly.

“I don’t care, we’re going home now.” He says.

“So mean! You’re so mean!!” 

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Oneshot: Dying in Husband!Haganezuka's arms〚WARNING: Severe angst and dark themes〛

This came from the following anonymous heacanon request:

"How would Hotaru react if his wife died in his arms? Or died in general? I love angst I devour angst."

For the art response, I will be repurposing drawings that ironically work well for this scenario under the right circumstances:

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“Out of my way –“

“Haganezuka-san, she’s in critical condition –“

“GET OUT OF MY FUCKING WAY! I’ll kill you!”

His voice was shrill and transforming into something unnatural at the words ‘critical condition’ and his eyes were wide with horror.

“Please, Haganezuka-san, it might be best for you not to be here right –“

“I’M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU – get out, NOW!”   

The Kakushi trying to block him from entering the room suddenly cried out in pain and recoiled, then stared down at the deep slash in his own arm in horrified disbelief. Haganezuka had struck a blow with his knife this time. No one had seen him actually do it before, despite so many instances of chasing Demon Slayers.  

The blade was dripping with blood as Haganezuka clenched the handle and marched forward; fear gripped the Kakushis around him like ice and they scurried away from him.

There she was.

His love. His Spring. The blossom that had emerged beneath the snow after a long, lonely winter. There she was - his wife, covered almost head to toe in blood-soaked bandages and IV lines hanging off of her like chains, laying silently and limply upon a cold hospital bed. Her gaze was dull and unfocused and anyone could tell that she was slipping away.

Haganezuka’s blood froze as he paced towards her, as if time had slowed for him to live every agonizing second of this hell. His arms dangled limply at his sides; the knife clattered against the floor, splattering the blood from the Kakushi’s arm as well.

The sound stirred her awake as if she could recognize it in her sleep. She must have known that her husband was nearby if there were knives around. Her eyes opened, focusing just enough to take in the familiar sight of his face. She smiled softly. “Hotaru…”

Her voice was hardly audible, so small and feeble. Haganezuka desperately rushed forward and threw his arms around her, lifting her entire upper body from the bed. “Y-you’re alive…” he whispered, unable to accept that it could change any moment. “The battle’s over. The demons are gone. We can finally live in happiness – hey, are you listening?” His voice shook as her eyes fluttered shut for a moment. His gaze travelled down to her abdomen and the pool of blood that had soaked through it.

There was a stained, crimson-red pole in the corner of the room that had been removed; his face grew pale when it registered that she’d been impaled with it. A pole – a fucking stop sign pole. Of all the things –

“Hotaru,” she murmured, as if sensing that he was about to murder everyone in the room for letting this happen. “It was Muzan. He was…” her voice was faint and almost didn’t finish the sentence. “He…tried to run…we stopped him…buildings and streets were destroyed…”

Haganezuka’s entire body was trembling uncontrollably. She was far too calm. “I – I get it,” he replied. “You don’t have to explain…just…”

She gazed softly at him with a smile. There was something about that tender, glistening gaze that welled up his eyes with tears, and they began streaming down his face and dripping down quietly into her hair. “H-hey…” he began. “Don’t go. Don’t go, you hear me?”

His throat grew tight when she simply kept smiling at him.

“Come on – don’t go, my love. Please,” he begged her. “The battle’s over! The worst is over –“

“Hotaru…” she whispered, making him go completely still as he held her in his arms. “I…I was waiting for you. I wanted to see your face…”

One last time. That was what she meant.

She’d only been holding on long enough to be able to see his face for one last time.   

“I’m here,” he whispered feebly, pressing his forehead against hers. “I’m here and I’ll stay by your side, okay? J-just stay with me, too, okay? Please!”

The Kakushis behind him somberly bowed their heads and quietly left the room.

Her eyes were glistening with tears, too. “Hotaru…I love you. I always will. Whether in this lifetime or the next. The sun will rise for us…”

The seconds were slipping away. “But you’re my sun, don’t you know that? If you d-don’t rise again, I can’t…”  Haganezuka’s voice finally broke into a sob when she closed her eyes and rested her head against his chest, so content to be in his arms with that beautiful, oh, so beautiful, fading smile of hers.

“I love you,” he whispered, holding her tight and his sobs making it almost impossible to speak. “Can you hear me, my love? I love you so much, and I wanted to show you that every day for the rest of our lives. I am the happiest man in the world when you’re there with me, and just… please…please stay.” He wanted her to hear every word, to keep listening, anything at all for just another moment with her.

Her eyes fluttered open just a crack, just barely enough for him to see the green of Spring before it faded back into the winter snow. “Hotaru…the rest of my life has already been the happiest because of you.” Haganezuka’s lower lip trembled as her voice grew quieter and quieter. “You’re here now…and I’m happy.” A single tear slipped out of her eye before it shut for the last time. “I only wish I had more time with you…and…”

She never finished the sentence.

Haganezuka went completely, utterly still. “Misaki?”

Silence. Only silence.

Dark, cold, hollow silence.

Her head rested limply against his chest. While her own had stopped rising and falling.

Haganezuka’s eyes widened and time froze, and the world around them felt like thousands of kilometers away. He slowly looked down and saw that the smile had never left her face – just because she was in his arms for her final sleep. It was at that moment, right then and there, that Haganezuka cried out and wrapped his arms tightly around her, burying his face into her hair, gripping her so tightly that the IV poles fell over as the lines were yanked.  The sobs wrenched through his body, choking uncontrollably and whispering her name now and then even though the sound of it from his own voice only made the tears multiply. Her body was shaking along with his as he cried.

She was gone.

And, after that, swords would be gone.

There were no demons left and they would likely be discarded like useless artifacts of the past.

Those two things, his beloved Spring blossom and his swords - all that had ever made any sense in his life - were taken from him. Just like that.

Haganezuka rested his chin against the top of her head, cradling her and rocking slowly back and forth as if she were simply sleeping and must not be disturbed. Somewhere inbetween his sobs, the glimmer of the knife on the ground next to him caught his eye. He grew still in the cold silence, his gaze suddenly fixated on the bloodstained blade and unable to look away.

Maybe…maybe she wasn’t that far away.

He slowly became possessed by the silence as he simply continued to sit there for hours, cradling his wife’s delicate body in his arms to make sure she could continue to sleep peacefully where she’d been happiest. He was allowed to mourn alone and undisturbed. No one noticed how far down the pit of silence that his demented eyes were staring.

Haganezuka reached towards the knife.

- End

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Are you okay? Because:

THIS IS NOT CANON EVEN FOR AN AU. NOPE. NOPE NOPE, NOT IN THIS HOOLIGAN’S WORLD. This is a “what if”and I cannot with this ending ever make it official. Consider it an AU of an AU for masochistic angst lovers xD

***To address the suicide implication: I was conflicted on whether it’s OOC for Haganezuka, with Demon Slayer being a lot about moving forward even when you lose everything. So in this case, I wanted to portray it more like he was at his darkest lowest point and having a moment of madness that someone else would need to pull him out of if they’re in time. It would be possible for the ending to be a “HEY STOP WHAT ARE YOU DOING” from Kanamori who storms into the room, knowing how impulsive Hotaru is and just having found out that his wife had died.

On another note, I had never intended to do another fic for Demon Slayer, but somehow nostalgia just took over me because I was actually well-known for writing horrific death scenes over at Fandom back in the day xD But damn this was painful.   

Anyway, if your heart is rekt, go read the true happy ending of this story here, come now. Don't worry, it's real.

I hope I did your headcanon justice, anon!

[knyleggo]

to comfort a demon s/o (Giyu, Muichiro, Inosuke)

to be honest, i couldnt really pick so i decided to spin a wheel and it landed on these 3 LOL HAHAHA ENJOY its been a while since i began writing again so its probably rusty :"P (lemme know if its not up to ur standard and i will rewrite it again!!! @sanjishoe

tw: mentions of suicide

giyu

he immediately rushes to your location, determined to help you and prevent any harm from coming to you

listens attentively to your concerns and validates your emotions

expresses genuine care and concern for you

LOTS of soft hugs and kisses, refusing to let you out of his hold

reminds you of your worth and value and how he would not be able to live without you

shares his own struggles and vulnerabilities, showing you that it's okay to feel overwhelmed and that you're not weak for experiencing these emotions

promises to be always there for you, to listen and support you, no matter what you're going through

emphasizes that your life is valuable and that there is hope for a brighter future, and he encourages you to keep fighting

stays by your side, offering his unwavering support and compassion, until you feel more stable and safe

follows up with you regularly and continues to provide support, ensuring that you're taking steps towards healing and recovery

Giyu Tomioka, the Water Hashira, stared at the letter in his hand, his heart heavy with concern. It was from you, his beloved girlfriend and a demon, expressing your deep sorrow and despair. You had been struggling with your inner demons, feeling overwhelmed by the darkness within you, and were contemplating taking your own life. Without wasting a moment, Giyu set out to find you, determined to offer you comfort and support.

When he arrived at the secluded spot where you were, he saw you sitting by the edge of a cliff, tears streaming down your face. He approached you cautiously, mindful of your fragile state, and sat down beside you, offering you his presence without saying a word.

"I... I didn't expect you to come," you said in a barely audible voice, surprised to see your boyfriend standing right beside you.

"I'm always here for you, no matter what," Giyu replied softly, his eyes filled with concern as he reached out and gently placed his hand on yours.

You looked into his eyes and saw a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness. It was as if his presence alone was a beacon of light, offering you a lifeline in your darkest moment.

"But I hurt you."

Your voice cracked as you let out all your pent-up feelings at the moment. The amount of hopelessness you had when you could not even hear his pulse. How you felt when you found out you had almost killed him. Your lover. Your Giyu.

Nonetheless, Giyu still spoke to you with unwavering kindness and empathy. He listened to your pain, validating your emotions and assuring you that you were not alone. He shared his own struggles and regrets, revealing his vulnerabilities in a way he rarely did with others.

"I know that darkness can be overwhelming, but I believe there is always hope, even in the darkest moments," Giyu said softly, his voice filled with compassion.

"And you can hurt me all you want. I'm never leaving you."

He gently talked you through your thoughts and feelings, helping you see things from different perspectives. He reminded you of your worth and the value you bring to the world, and how your life is precious and irreplaceable.

"I care about you deeply, and I cannot bear to lose you," Giyu said, his voice trembling with emotion. "You are not a burden to me, and I am willing to walk this path with you, no matter how difficult it may be."

Tears streamed down your face as you listened to Giyu's words. You realized that you were not alone, and that there was someone who truly cared for you, despite your demon nature. Giyu's unwavering support and understanding touched your heart deeply, and for the first time in a long while, you felt a glimmer of hope.

With Giyu by your side, you made a promise to yourself to keep fighting, to seek help when you needed it, and to hold on to the hope that life could get better. Giyu continued to be there for you, providing you with his unwavering support and love, helping you navigate the challenges of being a demon and finding a purpose in your existence.

In time, you learned to cherish your life, and the bond between you and Giyu grew stronger. You found solace in each other's company, and your relationship became a source of strength and hope for both of you. Together, you faced the difficulties and uncertainties of life, knowing that you had each other to lean on, and that with love, empathy, and understanding, even the darkest moments could be overcome.

muichiro

stops dreaming and staring into space the moment he found out about your current situation

immediately finds you in an instant using his breathing techniques and managed to stop you just in time before you were about to jump

you burst into tears the moment you saw him

gives you a backhug so tight that you could barely breathe as he rubs your back to soothe your cries

releases you after you have finished sobbing into his shoulder, leaving a damp spot on his clothes

interlocks his hand with yours as he pulled you away from the ledge of the cliff with no intention of letting you go

teaches you breathing techniques to calm her mind, helping you learn to control you emotions and instincts in healthier ways

gives you affection physically and verbally

pays more attention to you and your behaviour

stops daydreaming to make sure you don't do anything funny

Despite the danger you posed, Muichiro couldn't help but see the pain and anguish in your eyes.

"I won't let you give up," Muichiro said softly, as he reached out to gently touch your hand. "I know you're struggling, but taking your own life is not the answer.

You were overwhelmed by conflicting emotions - the guilt and shame of your actions, the longing for peace, and the fear of what lay ahead.

"I... I don't deserve your kindness and your love," you choked out, tears streaming down your face.

Muichiro's expression softened even more, and he spoke with gentle reassurance. "Everyone deserves a chance at redemption. You are not beyond saving, and your life is worth preserving."

He sat beside you, offering you his calming presence as you poured out your heart to him. You told him about the struggles you had faced as a demon, the pain and loneliness that had led you to lose control. Muichiro listened attentively, without judgment, his hand still resting gently on yours.

"You are not alone," Muichiro said softly. "I am here, and I will help you. You can find a way to control your instincts and live a meaningful life."

His words brought a flicker of hope to your heart, and you realized that maybe, just maybe, there was a chance for redemption. Muichiro's unwavering belief in you touched you deeply, and you found solace in his presence.

Days turned into weeks, and Muichiro stayed by your side, helping you learn to control your demon instincts and showing you kindness and understanding. He taught you breathing techniques to calm your mind, and helped you find ways to channel your emotions in healthier ways. He shared stories about his own struggles and hardships, letting you know that everyone had their own battles to fight.

Slowly, you began to see a glimmer of light in the darkness that had enveloped you. With Muichiro's patient guidance and unwavering support, you found the strength to confront your inner demons and make choices that were in line with your true nature.

One day, as you were sitting by a serene lake, watching the sun set, you turned to Muichiro with gratitude in your eyes. "Thank you," you whispered, your voice filled with emotion. "You saved me, Muichiro. You gave me a reason to live."

Muichiro smiled, his usually stoic face softened with warmth as he gave you a kiss on your forehead. "No, it was you who found the strength within yourself to keep going. I'm just glad I could be here to support you. And I will never stop loving you."

You ran into his arms and hugged him for what felt like forever. In that moment, you realized that Muichiro had not only saved you from physical harm, but also helped you find a renewed sense of purpose and hope.

From that day on, Muichiro and you stood side by side, facing the challenges of the demon world together. Your bond grew stronger with each passing day, filled with mutual respect, trust, and a love that transcended the boundaries of species. With Muichiro by your side, you knew that you had found a true companion who would always be there for you, supporting you through the highs and lows of life, and helping you find the light in your life with the love he provided you unconditionally.

inosuke

(with an extra little confession because why not)

"You stupid demon!" Inosuke growled, glaring at you as you cowered in a corner, tears streaming down your face. "Don't think I'll let you off that easily!"

But as he approached you, he noticed the deep pain and sorrow in your eyes. His anger subsided, replaced by a sudden surge of protectiveness. He couldn't ignore the fact that you were hurting, despite being a demon.

"Inosuke, please," you whispered, your voice barely above a whisper. "Just end it. I can't take it anymore."

Inosuke was taken aback by your words, and he realized that you were on the brink of giving up on life. His heart clenched, and he couldn't bear the thought of losing you, even though you were a demon.

With a sudden burst of determination, Inosuke grabbed your hand and pulled you up to your feet. "No way I'm letting you die like this!" he declared, surprising both you and himself with his action.

He pulled you into a tight embrace, ignoring the fact that you were a demon, and held you close to him. "Don't you dare give up, you hear me?" he whispered, his voice filled with raw emotion. "I won't let you go. I won't."

You were taken aback by Inosuke's unexpected display of affection. His strong arms around you provided a sense of comfort and security that you hadn't felt in a long time. You felt a warmth spreading in your heart, and for the first time, you realized that maybe, just maybe, there was a chance for redemption and love.

Inosuke stayed with you, refusing to leave your side even as you tried to push him away. He showed you a side of him that you never knew existed - caring, gentle, and protective. He helped you learn to control your demon instincts, teaching you breathing techniques and ways to channel your emotions in healthier ways.

Inosuke's rough exterior melted away whenever he was with you, and you saw a softer side to him that made your heart skip a beat. He would often wrap you in his arms, holding you close, and pressing gentle kisses to your forehead or cheeks. His physical affection brought you comfort and made you feel cherished.

As time passed, you found yourself falling in love with Inosuke, and he seemed to feel the same way. He would often blush and stutter around you, a stark contrast to his usual bravado. He would steal glances at you when he thought you weren't looking, and he would always make sure you were safe and well taken care of.

One day, as you were sitting under the stars, enjoying a moment of peace, Inosuke turned to you with a nervous expression. "Hey, demon," he said, scratching his head awkwardly. "I... I like you. A lot."

You couldn't help but smile, feeling a warmth spreading through your chest. "I like you too, Inosuke," you confessed, reaching out to touch his hand.

Inosuke's eyes widened in surprise, and then he grinned, his boar-like teeth showing. "Alright then, from now on, you're mine," he declared, pulling you into a fierce hug, his heart pounding against yours.

You laughed, feeling a sense of happiness and belonging that you never thought possible as a demon once your lips connected with his. With Inosuke by your side, you felt completely safe in his arms. You felt at home. You felt love. You felt him.

a/n: i am sincerely so sorry for procrastinating this request atw frm 2021 when its 2023 now LOLS i apologise :( so i hv been quite busy lately chasing after my dreams and career and now im finally back to writing!!! YAY HAHA hope everyone is doing well too! stay tuned for the next post :)

[arichaa]

Taking care of sick Akaza

Hello everyone! It's been so long. It's all in the title💓

Precisions: made it with female reader in mind; everyone is human; modern AU; akaza is human so we'll call him hakuji; fluff and cute; friends to ???

♡: narrator is telling the story from your pov

♡: narrator is telling the story from Hakuji's pov

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On your way home after your appointment with Ume, you feel your phone vibrate inside your bag. On your lock screen, you see that Gyuu has sent you a message.

'Hakuji isn't responding. Are you home? Can you go check if everything's okay?'

If it didn't make you so happy to have an excuse to visit Hakuji, you would have asked him where he finds the audacity to ask you such a thing. The fact that you live close to his place helps. You send Gyuu a simple 'ok' and start walking with a different destination in mind.

It has been a while since you've known Hakuji, ever since Ume introduced you. Now, the three of you form an inseparable group of friends. And you've noticed that your love for Hakuji is different from what you feel for the others. Without noticing, you have already arrived in the street where Hakuji's house is located.

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♡

Hakuji is not feeling well. He wonders if he has ever felt like this before. He has a fever like no other! Sitting on his bed after pushing himself to get up, he looks straight ahead, trying to see without getting dizzy. He notices his phone and tries to grab it as fast as he can, which isn't very fast in his current state. He discovers that it is 1PM.

...

1PM? That can't be... He was supposed to train with Gyuu at his place. He is about to send him a message to let him know he'll be late when he hears a knock on the door. It must be Gyuu. He struggles to get up and makes his way towards the stairs, hoping to greet his friend. But it's hard. He is shaking and can barely stand.

Hakuji didn't feel very well the previous day, but he didn't think it would turn into such a fever. He really doesn't want to tell Gyuu that their training session planned for weeks will have to be rescheduled. As he makes his way to the door, he tells himself he should at least try. And he will go back home if he really doesn't get better.

His trembling hand uses more pressure than he would have liked on the door handle. The door creaks, and in a hoarse and tired voice, he begins: 'Hey man, listen...' But when he looks behind the door... It's not Gyuu. It's Y/N.

Hakuji retreats behind the door, nearly falling over. He winces. Y/N? What are you doing here?

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♡

You almost got hit by the door. What just happened?

'Hakuji?' You pushed the door open and allowed yourself to enter, but as you find your friend behind the door, you put your hands to your mouth. Hakuji is about to collapse onto the floor.

'Hakuji, are you okay?' Having only heard an uncomfortable noise, you approach without hesitation to put his arm around your neck. His breathing is hard.

'You can let me go, I-I have to go-' 'You're not going anywhere. Look at yourself. Come on.' You make him climb the stairs he had so much trouble descending to lay him on the bed as best as you can. You calm yourself and analyze the situation. You can't believe it. He can barely move.

'You should go to the hospital.' 'No...' He coughs. 'It's not necessary, it's just a fever, please.' You can't help but give him a sad look. You press the back of your hand against his forehead. He's burning hot, no need for a thermometer to notice.

'What are you doing here?' he asks you, hesitating.

'Gyuu said you weren't responding and I was nearby.' you say, taking out your phone to text Gyuu that Hakuji is sick.

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♡

Hakuji doesn't know what to do, even though he can't do anything in the first place. He would have preferred that it be Gyuu or even Ume, but it had to be you. If there's one person whose opinion matters, it's yours. Hakuji has his hands on his stomach, trying to keep his eyes open. He sighs as you look at him, worried for him.

'I'm going to find something to cool you down.'

'It's not necessary...' But you get up as if you hadn't heard him, and leave his room, leaving him alone with his thoughts. Hakuji stares at the ceiling. He would have hoped that you do yourself a favor and leave him in his misery. But he knows very well that you are not like that. You come back with a cloth and a bowl of water and sit next to him before wetting the cloth.

'I'm going to put it on your forehead,' you warn him, so he won't be surprised by the coolness. Hakuji feels the cold fabric on his forehead and sighs. It feels incredibly good, and he feels chills all over.

'Do you feel better?'

'yeah.' What else could he say? He can't say more, too intimidated by your kindness and the fact that you have to play the mother. Hakuji coughs before giving you a look. You look really sad. If it's because he's sick, you shouldn't. You worry too much.

'Are you hungry?' you ask him.

'No, I'm fine.' He doesn't want to make you work more. But his stomach was more honest than him. You let out a small laugh and Hakuji changes position to turn his back to you, the embarrassment too powerful to show his face.

'You should have told me, I don't mind making you food, especially since you're sick.' You say with a small smile, as you rearrange a pillow behind his neck.

Hakuji can at least draw a positive side to this: you no longer look as sad as before.

'I'm going to make something. I'll use your kitchen.' You say as you get up, before disappearing again. Hakuji starts to relax. He can't deny that part of him loves the fact that you give him so much effort. After all, he loves you. He just would have liked it if it wasn't when he feels so... helpless. He just hopes he gets back on his feet soon. And after that, he could invite you to watch him fight. Yes, and you'll see that he's stronger than that. No need to think about it more than necessary.

On this thought, Hakuji takes a handkerchief from his coffee table and blows his nose before turning onto his back. After a few minutes where he closed his eyes and heard the noise you were making in the kitchen, he opens them again, alerted by your approaching footsteps. You knock softly on the door and let your pretty face pass.

'Hey, the soup is cooking. Do you... Do you prefer I wait downstairs or stay with you?' You are so cute. 'Don't take it personally, but... I'd rather you don't see me rotting in my bed'

'Don't say that...'

'And it's better if you keep an eye on the cooking.'

'Okay, you're right. Just, call me if you need anything.' Hakuji nods, and you wave him goodbye before going downstairs, leaving the door open so you can hear him if he needs anything.

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♡

Back in the kitchen, you sigh and continue your way to go into his living room, just as neatly cleaned as usual. You allow yourself to sit in his armchair. While you listen to the sound of cooking, you keep an ear out for Hakuji. Hakuji... You didn't expect to find yourself in this situation.

That's when you check your phone and see Gyuu's response

'Take good care of him, then ;)'

Oh him.. it doesn't bother you that he teases you about your... affection for Hakuji, as long as he keeps his mouth shut in front of him. You can't help but feel happy when you're alone with Hakuji. After all, he's determined, strong, attentive. And to top it off, he's so handsome... You're confident enough to hope that he loves you too. You silently thank Ume for introducing you to him. And of course you hope he gets better soon.

The sound of the whistling pan snaps you out of your thoughts. You go into the kitchen and taste your preparation, which is pretty good. You go upstairs carefully, making sure not to spill anything and hope that Hakuji will like what you prepared for him. You shake your head. No time to think about your love for him right now. He needs support, you'll see the rest when he feels better.

You enter the room and give him a little "hey" before sitting next to him. Hakuji smiles and notices a steamy soup ready to be enjoyed. 'Sit down a bit please', you tell him, as you support his shoulders. Hakuji struggles to push on his arms and winces. You place the bowl on his lap and offer him a spoon with hesitation.

'Are you sure you can eat by yourself?' At this question, Hakuji swallows and looks away.

'I... won't ask you to feed me.'

'You know I wouldn't mind...'

'And I appreciate you for that. Don't worry, I can eat alone. But it would help if you held the bowl'

'Of course.' You help as he asked. But not without your cute little heart full of love skipping a beat. 'And I appreciate you for that...' Come on Y/N, get a grip! It's not the first time he's said or done this sort of thing. You know he's looking out for you. You then watch as Hakuji tastes your soup. His eyebrows relax.

'It's delicious, Y/N'

'Really?'

'Yes, could you make it for me on a day when I'm not sick? So I can appreciate it even more...'

'Of course, I'd love to.' While he eats your good soup, you ask him. 'So... Do you know what gave you that fever? Did you stay out in the cold for a long time?'

'... Not that I remember...' he says, before sneezing. But Hakuji thinks he has a clue.

'Do you think it's possible to fall ill because you have too many physical injuries?'

'I don't know. So you're in this situation...' You take his hand and he puts his soup aside. 'You need to take care of your body, Hakuji.'

'Yes, I know...' he sighs. To your surprise, you feel his fingers close around your cold hand. His warmth contrasts with yours. He's so warm. Even when he's not feverish, you always feel his body heat when he's near you. He warms your cold hand, and you give him a certain freshness to soothe his fever.

Speaking of, it's time to re-dampen the cloth... You take it off his forehead and moisten it, then squeeze it to place it back on his forehead.

'Thank you…' Hakuji murmurs. 'Anytime...' you reply with a cute smile. Your hand goes to his forehead, then his temple. Hakuji closes his eyes to better feel your hand slide across his warm cheek.

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'You've done enough, go home...' Your Hakuji says with a certain difficulty, but not due to his illness. He is reluctant to let his sweetheart go.

'But you can't stay alone...'

'I'll call Gyuu...~'

'But I don’t want to~' On this little flirtation, you both let out a small laugh before Hakuji coughs. 'But I don't want to...' It feels good. The fact that you don't want to leave him alone, combined with your gentle hand on his cheek. But he doesn't forget the promise he made to himself: to prove to you that you can rely on him as well.

'I'll stay with you today, and tomorrow if it doesn't get better' you tell him, approaching him and lying down next to him. Hakuji looks at you with love and embarrassment as you look at the ceiling. Then he looks at it with you.

'Alright.'

[dreaisgrayte]

Off the Record | Muzan Kibutsuji x fem!reader

warnings: NSFW, MDNI, food play (with wine), fingering, squirting (first-time ayyyye), oral sex fem! receiving, raw sex, rough sex, reader gets that good stuff, cum on chest

word count: 2.4k

a/n: guys I may have an addiction to the Demon Slayer cast... will I seek help for it...? Absolutely not.

His eyes gleam with the soft glow of the light over your head. Behind him are massive windows that show the cityscape of modern-day Tokyo, the twinkling neon lights like stars you could touch. You’d always dreamed of coming into this building, but never had you thought you’d be sitting here – across from the biggest name in Japan and quite frankly, the world. 

It made your whole body buzz with child-like excitement. As an interviewer, you had to scrape by on nothing until the right opportunities presented themselves. When your boss specifically asked for you to hold the in-house interview, you knew this was your big break.

“So, Mr.Kibutsuji, the paparazzi have difficulty finding you.” He smirks, leaning back against the large couch he sat on across from you – only a table separating you from the mysterious man. 

He peers off to the side, studying a magnificent piece of artwork on his wall. “It’s because I don’t want them to.” He blinks the crimson of his eyes back on your sweet face. His answer is matter-of-fact and if he went on like this, the interview would surely be a bust. 

You laugh politely, looking down at your approved list of questions. The thumping in your chest tells you that this isn’t a good idea, but you set it firmly down on the table in front of you, grinning up at the worldwide star. “Is that so? Mind if I ask you some questions off the record?” You scoot to the edge of your seat, watching as the ravenette perks up at your question. 

It intrigued him. He asked for an inexperienced rookie to simply ask him the questions on the sheet and not pry into his carefully secluded life. Yet, here you were, the questionnaire already on the table with a perky smile on your lips. Muzan feels the corner of his mouth quirk into a grin. He blows out a breath, gesturing in a circular motion freely with one of his hands still strung across the back of the couch. “You’re going to no matter what, so why not give you what you want?” He hums, distracted by the way your knees part ever so slightly to position yourself more comfortably on his furniture. A jolt of electricity pulses through him, shocking him into meeting your intense gaze. 

Muzan Kibutsuji had spent a millennium disregarding the way women made him feel. Never had one interested him enough to break focus on his goals. Sex was something to break the silence of failure, not anything to spend his time on. But you… you were a carefully crafted complexity of sexual frustration. 

He runs his tongue along the inside of his mouth, suddenly parched for a taste of anything. The ringing of your laughter snaps him out of his daze momentarily. “Yes well, I’m known to be pushy when I want something.” 

Me too, Muzan thought. You open your mouth as if you’re about to start, but then you pause, screwing your lips shut. “Before we start, do you mind if we get something to drink? I’m dry as a mouse over here.” You mess with your fingers nervously wondering if that was the correct thing to ask. 

Muzan lifts a brow. “I was unaware mice got dry.” Nevertheless, he lifts himself off the couch. “But that is acceptable. If you’ll follow me to the kitchen?” He walks around the side of the table, offering you a hand. You gulp, tentatively putting your hand in his. 

He guides you to the kitchen island, pulling out a seat for you. You thank him with a nod of your head, gratefully climbing onto the stool. Setting down the tape recorder on the counter, you glance around the silver and white area. The kitchen is just as dim as the living room, the lack of light only making the slight brush of Muzan’s arm against your back send shivers down your spine. “I’ve always wanted to come into this building,” you blurt before cursing lightly under your breath. “Well, er, I mean to say… thank you. I’m grateful for this experience.” You ramble to cover up the embarrassing fact that you basically just admitted you’re poor. Muzan chuckles lowly, the sound rumbling around your head as he sets two wine glasses on the marble countertop. 

“Château Lafite 1869?” He lifts an expensive-looking bottle in the air. You catch a glimpse of the label, a detailed depiction of some sort of mansion with trees around it. He pours the red liquid into the cups, the noise filling the silence. When he’s done he picks both glasses up by the stem of their neck, setting one down in front of you. The aroma is divine. “My turn for a question.” Muzan leans against the lip of the island, staring into the pool of wine in his glass. He swirls it around, glancing up at you. “Just how thankful are you?” He questions.

You smile, bringing the glass to your lips and letting a bit of the wine fill your mouth. Muzan watches you with swept attention. The flavor is complex but you catch a hint of spiciness hit the back of your throat. You set the wine glass down, trying to think of a response. “You’ve done it all wrong,” Muzan’s brows are furrowed as he stalks toward you. He grabs hold of the glass, dipping his finger into it. Your eyes widen when he drags the pad of his finger along your lips. Subconsciously you part your lips, breathing shakily as you daringly dart your tongue out. 

His eyes light up like an inferno, capturing your chin his nostrils flare. “So thankful I’d do anything.” You sputter out against the hard grasp he has on your chin. He rolls his lips under his teeth, huffing out a laugh. 

His free hand grabs your ass, spinning you around on the stool so you’re straddling him. “Is that so darlin’?” He flings your head to the side, the motion making you fall against the back of the counter. “You figure you don’t have what it takes to succeed so you’ll suck my cock, is that it?” He mummers, dragging the back of his hand down your exposed neck. 

Your body heats as you narrow your eyes. “No, that not-” You shut your mouth when his gaze locks onto yours. 

His hands find their way to your thighs, pressing them apart and savoring how your skirt rids up the plush skin. “Oh come on, you even wore a skirt. You knew what you were doing. Off the record? Please, that’s so they won’t hear you screaming my name back at the office,” He squeezes the skin of your thigh, causing you to hiss out in pain. “But I can fix that.” He smirks, running his fingers over the bruised skin. 

You pant heavily as you watch him devour you with his gaze. “We,” You gasp as he somehow rips your shirt to shreds. You regard the fabric of the once nice shirt that covered your torso now falling to the floor – parts of it still clinging to your body. 

The man in front of you runs a hand through his hair, grinning at the sight before him. “That’s more like it,” He hums, plucking the clasp on your back apart, letting your bra slide down your shoulders. “By all means, if you were about to mention the interview, continue asking me questions.” He pushes further between your thighs, flicking your nipple. You groan, the sensitive bud growing stiff. Muzan scoffs. “Though I doubt you’ll be able to.” 

He gathers liquid on two of his fingers, shoving them into your mouth. You squeak at the rough plunge, but your tongue sucks around the earthy tones of the wine. “Hmm, I think I’d rather like the look of you on my counter. Up you go.” You’re being lifted suddenly onto the island. Your skirt is around your hips, the cold of the counter on your ass making you squirm around. “Spread your legs.” He instructs, inspecting how you shyly part your legs, revealing your naked pussy. He scoffs again, tilting his head with a smug expression. 

You turn your cheek against the counter, flushing with embarrassment. “Don’t laugh,” You whine, pouting as the heat of his hand traverses up your leg. 

Muzan’s fingers graze the area of your inner thigh with lecherous intent. “Don’t be embarrassed, I don’t blame you for wanting to fuck me.” Your eyes flutter shut as he draws circles around your mound, playing with your emotions like they were an appetizer. “Besides, I’m going to fuck you real good,” His fingers slide into your pussy, exploring the new area. You groan, squeezing your eyes shut at the sensation. “Hmph, already so wet. You sure did come hot and slick.” He muses, using his thumb to press into your swollen clit. 

A hand clamps over your mouth as you writhe against his ministrations. “Fuck, sir-” Muzan shoves his fingers deeper, aggressively reaching for your throat. His massive hand wraps around the span of your throat, squeezing your windpipes. 

“Call me that again,” He commands, the fire in his eyes now dark and blown out. You huff out tiny breaths, nodding your head. He removes his hand slowly dragging it down your navel, before gripping the side of your thigh. His fingers curl deeper inside of you and your eyes widen. 

A panted moan falls from your lips as he continues. “Just like that, yes, please sir,” He smirks, pushing down on your clit. A yelp echoes around the kitchen at the sudden pressure. 

Muzan lavishes in the way your throat has a red ring around it, marks from him spotting your body in a gorgeous display of possession. “Such a good girl for me,” He growls, slipping his fingers into his mouth to taste your arousal. You watch him with the swell of desire wrapping its claws into your core. “What a wonderful pairing with the Rothschild.” He mutters, grabbing one of the glasses and swigging the liquid into his mouth. 

A devious grin paints his face as he lowers the glass, meeting your gaze. He tips the glass against your stomach, letting the dark red wine trickle tributaries down your greedy cunt. “Don’t worry, I’ll clean you up.” Muzan’s mouth is hungrily lapping at your folds, delighted noises streaming from him as he savors the taste. “Intoxicating,” He huffs, swirling his tongue around your clit before sucking hard on the sensitive area. 

Your throat is sore from the way whimpering moans string together shakily. Your stomach is pulsing with a sensation unlike anything you’ve ever experienced. If he didn’t stop, you felt like you might explode. “M-Muzan,” You begin, huffing out his name. He hums against your folds but doesn’t stop. “Ah, ah,” You start to shake against him, the ravenette pumping his fingers inside of you while licking your clit savagely. “F-ck, m’gonna, hngh haaa ahhh,” 

Muzan’s mouth curls deliciously as your back arches off the counter. Then, with a few bucks of your hips, wetness sprays from your pussy. You shiver as the squirting continues, your body twitching with untouched pleasure. Breathing seems impossible as Muzan licks his lips. “What a wonderful show, but unfortunately we’re still not done.” He pulls you down the counter, lining the apex of your thighs against the bulge in his pants. 

Your eyes widen, he can’t be serious. You were barely conscious after whatever just happened. Did he expect you to go all night? What was this man made of? He frees his cock, the tip slapping against your sensitive cunt. You squeeze your eyes shut. How is it that big? It didn’t feel that big when it was pressed against your thigh. Holy shit. Was he going to put that thing in you? “You’re gonna take all of it,” he begins, pushing the head against your slick. You blink open your eyes, pushing yourself up on your elbows to observe his length disappear inside. A strained hiss slips past your lips, Muzan rolling his hips into yours. “Fuck, your pussy should do all our interviews from now on, damn,” He groans, digging the nails of his fingers into your flesh. “You’re gobbling me up,” He meets your gaze, a growing rhythm snapping his cock into you. You throw your head back, moaning his name like it was a prayer. He felt like he’d been doing this a lot longer than any person you’d ever been with. 

Muzan pushes his thick length further, humming in satisfaction as your walls flutter around him. You couldn’t think, all rational thought was flung out of his huge windows the moment he pulled out that bottle of wine. “Ngh, f’so good, mmmngah,” 

He finds it delightful the way your pussy grabs his cock like it wants more. You had a magnificently fucked out face, your eyes rolled back in your head as your mouth hung open. With each compression of your chest, a hoarse whine pushes back out. Frankly, it was music to his ears. So he grabs the recorder you’d set down earlier, pressing the little red button. He grins as the timer starts ticking again. “Such a good slut for me,” He muses, slapping his balls against your ass as he pounds your pretty pussy. “Your cunt is lovin’ this,” He thrusts deeper and deeper until all you can manage is mewling little noises. 

As you grow closer to your second climax, you rest your back on the counter, enjoying the way the cool stone feels against your sweaty back. “Come on darlin’, is that all you got? This why you wanted me off the record? To fuck you silent?” He chuckles, glancing at the recorder next to your trembling thighs. “What a sneaky vixen, is this how you treat all your clients mmm? Offering your pretty pussy with fluttering doe eyes?” He groans, nearing his own wash of pleasure. “Well, on the record, you belong to me now. Got it? You’re my whore whenever I want.” 

His thrusts grow rapid, burrowing his cock inside of you like his life depended on it. With this life of failure, he’d finally found something worth trying to succeed for. Muzan could feel the old vigor seeping into his veins. He pulls out, pumping his cock until a strangled moan escapes his lips, cum landing on your breasts. He’s a panting mess as he takes in what he’s done to you. A puddle of Rothschild and your arousal soaks the wood of the floor. He picks up the tape recorder, bringing it to his lips. “You hear that, Hashira scum? I made your bitch scream my name.” 

[otakugoddes]

☆Manicure☆

☆Tengen Uzui☆

~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~

Tengen loves devoting his retirement days to doting, spoiling and being with his loving spouses. Countless times when missions got in way of down time, but not anymore, the former Flamboyant Sound Hashira picked each day to spend with you guys. Tengen found that one of the reasons why retiring was worth it, was when the five of you just got together and began painting each other's nails. He himself adores nail polish and takes care of his remaining hand quite well, much under urging from you and the other wives--often joking and teasing about the missing limb which Tengen heartily laughed at (mostly).

"Tengen! What color do you want your nails?" Suma asked him while you sifted through the wide range of colors for both of them.

He thought about it for a minute before asking, "What do you think would look most flamboyant on me, my loves?"

"Blue!"

"Pink!"

"Orange!"

"Rainbow!"

You and the girls all looked at each other before nodding, "All the colors Tengen!"

He grinned and held out his hand, "Then I leave it to you!" You each painted a finger all the colors you had laid out, and Tengen just watched in fondness.

You noticed his soft gaze and giggled, putting your hand, on his cheek to which his eyes flickered to you. "What is it, love?"

You grinned, "Nothing!"

"Oh come on! What is it?!" He whined.

You laid on his lap and started petting Suma who laid next to you on his lap too, Hina and Makio fawned over how cute you two were.

"All done!" You cheered.

Tengen held out his hand to throughly inspect it, the four of you waiting for his opinion. He gives you all side looks before smiling approvingly, "I love it, thank you my dears!"

While the four of you then decided to do each others nails, Tengen cant help but feel like arguably the luckiest man in the world. Everything from now on would be worth it to him, yes--his further retirement days was definitely something he knew would be the better days. He couldn't wait.

~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~

[asirensrage]

A Bet's a Bet - Kyojuro x Reader x Tengen oneshot

Title: A Bet's a Bet Rating: Explicit Fandom: Demon Slayer Pairing: Uzui Tengen x Female!Reader x Rengoku Kyojuro (side Kyojuro x Tengen) Warnings: Smut. Threesome. A bit ooc. Oral. Swearing. Sex. (Seriously. Heed the rating.) Unbeta’d.

Summary: Modern!AU. A night at Laser Tag goes from potential disaster to something incredible.

Notes: This is based on this post with @comatosebunny09. This turned out longer than I planned because the characters kept running away from me and doing their own thing. I was just along for the ride. This is also a little more detailed than usual (but it had to be because of the logistics of this). These men will be the death of me lol. Unbeta'd so please forgive any errors. As usual, undescribed/unnamed female reader. Enjoy and please lmk what you think!

Laser tag. Fucking laser tag. 

“Come on! It’ll be fun!” Your friend pleads with you. 

“I don’t want to go play against a bunch of kids,” you say. It’s a lie. The truth is you have no desire to go on what you know is a set-up double date with her boyfriend and one of his friends. The same one you’ve already told her you’re not interested in. 

“Please! I promise I’ll never ask for anything ever again. Just come! Have some fun! I promise that there’s not even any kids there, it’s just adults. They’re running longer games now.” 

You stare at her dubiously but then she uses that same pleading look that you know has gotten her out of multiple speeding tickets. “Fine. This is the last time, got it?”

“I promise!” 

Somehow, you doubt that. 

You were right in the fact that it ended up being some fake double date that you didn’t agree to. Her boyfriend brought a friend, the same one you knew he would, and they gave you both some space to talk. Even when you didn’t want to. Thankfully, she was alright right in the fact that you weren’t surrounded by some kids. There were other adults playing. You caught a glimpse of the group that went in ahead of yours, catching sight of broad shoulders and bright hair.

Thankfully the place seems huge and it’s dark. As soon as you get in, you ditch your group. You’re not about to spend the next twenty minutes having the guy trail you while trying to convince you he’s good at this. 

You forgot how much fun laser tag is. You spend some time running and ducking for cover. You haven’t seen your friend but it’s only a matter of time. As soon as you find her, you’re taking them all out. As much as you can, at least. 

You step backwards as someone comes running and jump as you bump into someone. 

“Sorry about that!” they say. You turn and aim. 

You can barely make out his blond hair under the dark lights but he has an easy smile and isn’t aiming his gun at you. “No problem,” you say. 

“Might be fortunate,” he grins. His eyes glance down at the blue light that marks your vest. His was marked with red. “We’re unfortunately not on the same team but I won’t shoot.”

You frown slightly, confused. “Why not?” 

“Maybe I want to stay on your good side.”

You smile slightly at the flirtation. It wasn’t completely easy to tell with the way the lights changed and the noise of people yelling at each other. 

“I caught some of your movements. Are you looking for someone in particular?”

“Yeah, my friend.” You describe her quickly. “I’m going to make sure she loses. Badly.” His eyebrows raise at your tone and both of you duck as soon as you hear someone come close. “She roped me into coming and surprised me with a double date, with someone I already told her I wasn’t interested in.” 

“That’s not kind of her,” he says. 

“Nope. So she’s going down.” 

“Would you like help?” 

“You any good?”

“Allow me to show you.” 

Kyojuro, as he introduces himself, is fantastic. He moves with apparent ease through the arena, yanking you out of the way a couple of times and pulling you tight against his chest. He apologizes the first time but when you tell him it’s fine, he does not stop. The strength in the movements has you more flustered than you expected.  

You find the friend of the boyfriend and both of you shoot him before running for it. You’re still searching for your friend when someone suddenly appears before you. You shoot instantly.

“Good shot!”  

Kyojuro steps in front of you and you glance back to make sure you’re not being cornered. 

“Kyo!” The man in front of him says. “Found something interesting, have you?”

 “I might have!” Kyojuro steps to the side. “Allow me to introduce you,” he says, motioning towards you. “This is one of my friends, Tengen.” Tengen is huge. You can make out enough to tell that he’s tall and extremely built, but he doesn’t set off your instincts telling you you’re in danger. He grins at you, seemingly not upset at the fact that you shot him. 

“Think you can do it again?” 

“Maybe,” you say not giving any promises because he's not your main target but you couldn't resist.

“Of course, she can!” Kyojuro says. You smile at the confidence he has in you. 

“Then why don't we make a bet?” Tengen leans closer. “Winner take all. If I win with the top ranking, you come out for dinner with us.” He motions towards Kyojuro and himself. That would at least get you out of going to dinner with your friend. 

“And if I win?" you ask.

“You shoot me again, you can have anything you want.” 

“Alright,” you agree. You don’t know what you’d ask for but you could decide later. 

Tengen winks at both of you before he somehow disappears back into the shadows. You look around quickly, but you can’t see him anywhere. 

“How the hell did he do that?” 

“Don’t ask,” Kyojuro says. “Better not to know. Come on, let’s find your friend.” 

You both manage to find your friend and her boyfriend and stalk them, shooting them repeatedly and laughing when they’re unable to catch you. That’s thanks due to Kyojuro, but you have the feeling that Tengen is somehow helping you both. You never see him though and when the lights finally turn on, all of you are ushered out to the leaderboard. Standing at rank 1 with a new high score is Tengen. Of course, it is. 

You finally get a good look at Kyojuro. He’s tall and well-built, getting out of his vest with the ease of having done this before. He turns to help you. You try not to stare but his eyes are as vibrant as his hair and when he grins at you knowingly, your stomach flutters. You glance around to figure out which one Tengen is when you’re distracted as someone calls your name.

“There you are!” 

You turn to see your friend coming up to you, her boyfriend and your unwanted date following. 

“I thought we were supposed to do this together, but you ran off.” Your friend says, her gaze flickering to the man beside you. Kyojuro turned with you to face them but he’s quiet now, letting you choose how to respond. 

“Is the whole point of laser tag to not be seen?” You ask. “Besides, I made allies.”

“I can see that,” she says. “Are you ready to go?”

An arm settles itself over your shoulders before you can answer and you find yourself pulled slightly into a large body. You glance up, catching sight of white hair and ruby-coloured eyes that wink down at you. 

“I’m afraid we’re going to be stealing her,” the man holding you says. Tengen, you realize as you recognize the voice. 

“What?” Your friend looks alarmed, gaze going between the three of you as Kyojuro moves slightly closer. 

“My friend and yours made a bet,” Kyojuro says. “If Tengen made top rank, she would join us for dinner tonight.”

“Not only did I rank number one, but I broke a new record. Quite flashy, don’t you agree?” 

It takes a second for you to realize he’s talking to you. “Oh yeah, absolutely.” 

Your friend looks unimpressed at you but considering you didn’t want to be here in the first place and she surprised you into this faux double date, you’re not that bothered by it. 

“Sorry,” you say. “A bet’s a bet, right? Besides, we can have dinner another time.” You raise your eyebrows at her, daring her to protest. 

“We came here together,” she says slowly. “How will you get home?”

“We’ll drive her,” Tengen says. 

“We’ll make sure she gets home safely.” It sounds like a promise coming from Kyojuro. 

“I’ll be fine,” you tell her. “Don’t worry. I’ll text you, okay?”

She looks at you warily but nods. “Okay. Make sure you do.” She looks at the men on either side of you. “You better not hurt her or I swear to God…” 

“We won’t,” Kyojuro says. “Would you like to take a picture of us? Just in case.”

She looks as surprised at the offer as you are but she agrees. Kyojuro wraps an arm around your waist and smiles. You feel Tengen pose next to you but she takes what’s likely more than one picture. “Okay. If you murder her, I’ll find you.”

Tengen laughs. “Don’t worry, if she screams, it won’t be from murder.” 

You can see your friend’s boyfriend’s jaw drop at the blatant insinuation and your friend’s eyes widen before she grins at you. She moves forward and hugs you tightly before whispering, “Tell me everything tomorrow, okay?”

You laugh and wave her off, promising to contact her. You watch as they leave and Kyojuro slips away to say goodbye to their friends. Tengen doesn’t drop his arm since you haven’t shaken him off. Its weight is oddly comforting.

“You really didn’t want to go with them, did you?” Tengen asks. 

You look up at him. “No. I basically got tricked into a double date with her boyfriend's friend. It’s not the first time either and I already told her I wasn’t interested. Spending dinner with you two is a much more preferable choice, even if we did just meet.” 

He bends down slightly to get closer to you. “Well then, we’ll just have to make it worth your while, won’t we?” 

They take you to a restaurant that is within walking distance. The men walk on either side of you, drawing you into conversation and telling you about how they became friends. You can’t help but laugh as Tengen expresses the admiration he felt when he met Kyojuro, simply for how the man dealt with one of their abrasive friends Sanemi. You think you can see Kyojuro redden as Tengen teases but the conversation pauses as you reach the restaurant. It’s cute and busy. You don’t know how they manage it, but the men get you a booth. Once you agree, you find yourself encased between them again when you sit down. 

Despite the size of them and the way they seem to tower over you even sitting, you don’t feel diminished between them. They keep you engaged in conversation, asking questions about your life while sharing more about theirs. Kyojuro promises that his hair is completely natural and tells you it’s because his ancestors loved tempura. It makes you laugh. 

“You have a gorgeous laugh, angel,” Tengen says, leaning slightly so his lips are closer to your ear. 

“You think so?” You ask, turning slightly to grin at him. You’re still not entirely sure where their attraction was coming from, but you weren’t opposed to it. Especially since neither of them seemed bothered by the other. You wonder to yourself if they’ve done this before. 

“Definitely.” You see his eye glance down at your lips but before either of you can do more than look, the waitress comes back with your orders. 

“Here, try this.” 

You turn to Kyojuro who’s holding up a bite of his meal. He nods, moving it slightly closer but ultimately waiting for your response. You lean forward, meeting his eyes as you take a bite. He watches you carefully and you’re distracted from the weight of his stare by the taste of his meal. “Wow.”

“It’s delicious, right?” 

“It is!” You grin at him, gaze flicking down to his mouth before you meet his eyes again. Your breath hitches in your throat. He leans forward slowly, putting the utensil down. 

“May I kiss you?” he asks softly. 

You feel Tengen shift behind you. His chin rests slightly on your shoulder. “You should, angel,” Tengen says. “He’s a fantastic kisser.” Your mind goes blank slightly at the thought of how Tengen knows that but you nod. 

Kyojuro reaches over and touches your jaw slightly. Your eyes close as he gets close and his lips brush against yours gently. His kiss is soft at first, just testing the waters. Tengen pushes you slightly, pressing you closer to Kyojuro who opens his mouth and deepens the kiss. It’s easy to lose yourself in it, especially with the heat of Tengen at your back whose hand slides up your arm. 

When you break the kiss, you meet Kyojuro’s eyes. His pupils are blown wide and he grins at you. He darts forward, kissing you quickly again before he pulls back. “Like I said, delicious.” 

Tengen laughs behind you and you turn to face him better, wanting to make sure he wasn’t feeling left out. 

“Was I right?” he asks, nudging you slightly. 

“I might need some more convincing,” you tease, unwilling to give in that easily. 

Tengen just grins. “How about a comparison?” He bends down, capturing your lips with his. His palm is warm against the small of your back and you can feel Kyojuro’s thigh pressing against yours as Tengen takes control of the kiss. He kisses like he’s trying to get a rise out of you, as though he’s attempting to find out the exact way to make you moan against him. You break the kiss first, unwilling to forget where you are and end up embarrassing yourself. He looks at you like he knows. Tengen looks over your head at Kyojuro. “You were right, it’s delicious.”

Kyojuro laughs. 

Dinner ends with Tengen’s hand on your thigh, fingers curling on the inside, tapping out a beat in his mind that leaves you squirming slightly, wishing he went higher. You suspect that if you were in a skirt or dress, his hands would tease higher against your skin. Kyojuro keeps taking the chance to kiss you and winds his fingers between yours, holding your hand. They continue to check in, making sure that you’re comfortable with every action they take. You’re aware of some of the looks the three of you are getting, but both Tengen and Kyojuro don’t seem bothered by them and continue to distract you by asking questions and telling stories. 

“Come home with us?” Tengen asks after their refusal to let you chip in for dinner. The three of you are standing outside the restaurant. 

“You don’t have to,” Kyojuro says. “We can simply take you home, but we’ve enjoyed this and would like to continue. Only if you’re interested.” 

Tengen throws an arm over Kyojuro’s shoulders. “What do you say? Want to continue? See how flashy the night can get?” 

You look at the way they are completely at ease with each other, how there’s absolutely no pressure to say yes. Every single moment since you’ve met them, they’ve been careful to be mindful of what you want and ask if it was okay. You get the sense that if you said no, they’d stay true to their word and take you home with no hard feelings, numbers still exchanged. These men had made a shit situation a hell of a lot better and now were promising to make your night something to remember. 

You smile at them both. “Absolutely.” 

Kyojuro’s apartment is closest. 

You take Tengen’s car and Kyojuro sits in the back. Another step to make sure you feel comfortable, that you’re not just being carted off to one of their places. You text your friend on the way, telling her you’re going home with them. The encouragement your friend sends back makes you grin. You promise to check in with her later before locking your phone. 

“Everything alright?” Kyojuro asks, leaning forward between the seats. 

“Yeah,” you say, glancing between them both. “Have you two done this a lot?” You can’t help but ask. Especially with how comfortable they are with each other, with you kissing both of them. 

Tengen shrugs. “Kyo and I aren’t necessarily exclusive,” he says. “We both want more. There’s no shame in having more love to offer as long as everyone’s okay with it.”

“You are okay with it, aren’t you?” Kyojuro asks, sounding slightly hesitant. 

“I am,” you assure. “I just…I’ve never slept with two people at once. You might have to show me the ropes.”

“And here I thought we’d save the ropes for the next date,” Tengen says dryly.

You laugh. “The next date?”

“Sure,” he says. “We’ll just have to show you we’re worth it.”

“We like you,” Kyojuro grins at you. “Why wouldn’t we want to continue?”

“Maybe I’m terrible in bed?” you offer teasingly. 

Tengen glances at you. “We’re not.” 

They prove it too. 

Kyojuro’s apartment isn’t too large but it is instantly comforting with warm colours and tasteful decoration, even if it is a little sparse. Both men move through it with ease and Kyojuro offers you both a drink to help you get settled. The drink he hands you is unopened, and you sip at it before settling on the couch next to Tengen. 

Kyojuro settles in next to you and for a moment you bask in this strange sense of comfort and warmth between these two men. The two of them are talking, letting you take your time. You get the feeling that they’re just waiting until you let them know you’re ready for more. It’s so wholesome, especially considering they basically promised to fuck you senseless. You want to see if they live up to it. 

You lean forward, setting your drink down before you glance between them. Considering you’ve kissed Kyojuro the most so far, you turn towards Tengen.

He raises his eyebrows at you, smirking slightly as he waits. 

“Can I sit on you?” you ask, offering the same politeness that they’ve given you. Consent needs to be verbally enthusiastic after all. 

Tengen grins and nods, putting his drink down before he beckons you closer. His hands grip at your waist, helping lift you with ease. Your legs go to either side of his, allowing you to straddle him. You glance at Kyojuro who simply moves closer and watches. Tengen’s hand slips under your shirt, thumb stroking soft circles on the skin of the small of your back. “We’re not going to push you into anything, angel,” he says softly. “At least anything you don’t want.” 

“And if I want everything?” you ask, fiddling gently with his shirt. 

The hand not on your back tilts your face to look up at him. “Then ask.”

“I want you both,” you breathe, meeting his dark red eyes. “If you want me.”

“Of course we do,” Kyojuro says. “Since you bumped into me.”

“Since you shot me,” Tengen agrees. His hand slides to the back of your neck and he leans down to kiss you. If he kissed you with careful control in the restaurant, this was something else. It’s harder, more demanding and yet he seems to remember everything that made you hum against his lips. “Don’t hold back,” he whispers when he finally breaks the kiss, letting you breathe. 

“If it’s too much, let us know,” Kyojuro says before he leans forward and takes Tengen’s place. Kyojuro kisses hard, full of passion and desperation. He kisses you like he never wants to stop. You can’t help but whine when he pulls back. You rock forwards, feeling Tengen growing harder under you. 

“Now that’s a sight,” he says, eyes flickering between you two. “Beautiful.” 

Your breath hitches as he turns to Kyojuro and you suddenly witness them kiss. Whatever sight Tengen thought he saw with you and Kyojuro, it couldn’t come close to the sight of them. They kissed like they’ve done it a hundred times before and still couldn’t get enough of each other. You grind your hips lightly, searching for more friction and reach for Kyojuro’s hand. He grips your hand back, just as tight. 

Tengen’s hand presses harder against your back, helping to guide you in increasing your motions and he groans against Kyojuro’s mouth. 

“Fuck,” you mutter. 

Kyojuro laughs, pulling away to look at you. “Enjoying it?”

“You’re both just so pretty,” you admit. 

Tengen laughs. “Come now, you’re wearing too much.” His gaze darts to Kyojuro. “Both of you are.” 

It’s easy to give in. You grab the end of your shirt and drag it up over your head. You throw it to the side, completely unaware as both the men look at you. Their gazes are heated, Kyojuro’s tongue darting out to lick his lips. You think he does it unconsciously but your stomach flutters with pride and confidence at their expressions and you quickly take off your bra too. 

Tengen’s hand is large and warm, the calluses on his fingers and palm scrape against your skin as he drags his hand up your side. You shiver at the feeling, only to be distracted as Kyojuro kisses you again. 

It’s almost overwhelming. The strength of Tengen’s thighs under you, the feeling of his hands dancing a pattern you can’t focus on over your skin while Kyojuro sucks marks on your shoulder. Tengen kisses you again and you feel Kyojuro’s hand go from your thigh to his. 

“We need more space,” Tengen mutters. “Hold on, princess.” He lifts you, ignoring the sound you make at the loss of him until he places you in Kyojuro’s lap. Kyojuro, for his part, grins widely at you, pulling you closer before kissing you again. You dig your hands into his hair, kissing him back just as hard. 

“Bedroom,” Tengen says, offering a hand. Kyojuro hikes you closer before he stands, one arm under your ass. You wrap your legs around him but he doesn’t seem to struggle in the slightest in carrying you. Tengen leads you both down a hall. Or somewhere. You’re not entirely paying attention, too busy sucking your own mark into Kyojuro’s neck. His grip tightens against you. 

Kyojuro releases you, letting you gently fall against the bed. Tengen moves in, drawing you towards him as he kneels on the bed. You move to follow, pausing only to undo your pants once you notice he’s naked. You motion for him to wait as you lie back to shimmy out of them. He hooks a finger on the edge, helping you. Kyojuro grabs the ends, pulling them towards him. He’s already naked as well, taking the chance when you were distracted by Tengen. 

Your mouth goes dry as you take in their muscles. You knew they were strong but it’s different seeing them like this. “Wow.”

“I think we’re the ones who should be saying that,” Kyojuro says. “Don’t you agree, Tengen?”

“I’m lucky either way,” the other man admits. You turn back to him. He’s sitting back on his heels, watching you both. “Come here,” he beckons you closer like he did before. You move towards him, aware of the bed dipping behind you. Tengen pulls you into him, kissing you softly as his hands slide across your skin. They go up your thighs, following the dip of your hips and waist before cupping your breasts gently. “So pretty,” he murmurs. 

Kyojuro moves behind you, kissing the spot where your neck meets your shoulder. You lean back against him, smiling at the warmth of the men that seeps into you. You move one of your hands over your shoulder, digging back into Kyojuro’s hair. He groans as you grip it, hands tightening at your waist. You drape your other one over Tengen’s shoulder, stroking the skin softly as his mouth lowers to encase one of your nipples. 

You lose yourself in the sensations the men cause. One of Kyojuro’s hands slips between your legs, pressing in and stroking gently. 

“So wet already,” he tells Tengen. He presses in further and you shift to give him more room. He finds your clit with surprising ease and you feel yourself arch into it. It helps push you closer to Tengen who is lavishing your chest with attention, gently biting and sucking hard to leave his mark. 

You groan when Kyojuro removes his fingers, sucking them into his mouth. How are you supposed to survive this? Especially when he swipes them back between your legs before offering them to Tengen who takes them without hesitation. Kyojuro leans forward over you, kissing Tengen. The thought that they can both taste you on their lips is hotter than you ever realized it would be. Your hands move, mapping out the crevices and dips of their muscles, absent-mindedly wondering how you got this lucky. You don’t question it though, instead, once they stop kissing, you motion for them to give you some space. 

They both instantly apologize if they squished you.

“What a way to go,” you muse, smiling as they laugh. Tengen reaches over to pinch you and you jolt back, sticking out your tongue. 

“I want to taste you,” you say. You move closer, bending down slightly. You reach for Kyojuro, fingers wrapping around his cock and watching as his eyes flutter closed at the feeling. You lick at Tengen’s, using your other hand to hold him. It takes a bit to find a rhythm and neither man seems to mind as you go back and forth, taking your time to try to take in as much of each of them as you can. 

Tengen’s hand rests on the back of your neck, oddly comforting as you suck him. Kyojuro’s hand joins yours, stroking what bits you can’t reach. Tengen groans, praising you both for making him feel so good. “You take us so well, angel,” he tells you. 

Kyojuro is louder in his moans when you use your mouth, holding himself steady on Tengen as you lick and suck. These two powerful men crumble under your mouth. You’ve never felt so powerful, or so desirable with the way they look at you. 

“Please, sweet thing,” Kyojuro begs, “let me take care of you too.” 

He begs so prettily, and you think Tengen agrees with how he watches you both. You nod and Kyojuro motions for you to turn your attention back to the other man. You feel him move behind you as you go back to trying to take as much of Tengen’s cock in your mouth as you can. Kyojuro’s hands settle on your hips before he presses a warm palm to the small of your back, guiding you to rest on your hands as well as your knees. You lean back towards him automatically. 

You hum against Tengen as you feel Kyojuro’s fingers first. They press in, slowly stretching you as he adds one then two. 

“Fuck,” you hear Tengen. 

“She’s so tight,” Kyojuro says. “I don’t want to hurt her.” 

“You won’t,” Tengen replies. 

Kyojuro presses another finger in and you falter in your efforts, mouth releasing Tengen so you can gasp at the intrusion. It feels so good and yet not enough. 

“Please, please, please,” you beg. “More.”

“Well,” Tengen says. “You heard her.” 

You don’t look up at the sounds of someone’s fingers being sucked clean, already knowing what you’d find and take the chance to catch your breath. It doesn’t last long, not when you can feel Kyojuro finally press against you. It takes a second for him to angle himself properly before he’s pushing in and all you can do is moan at the feeling. 

Fingers tilt your head up and you look to see Tengen smiling down at you. “Alright?” he asks. 

“Yeah,” you agree. 

He bends down to kiss you and you can taste yourself on his lips. Kyojuro takes the chance to withdraw just enough before thrusting back. 

“Come on, princess,” Tengen says softly. “Think you can finish me off?” 

You don’t bother replying, instead taking his cock back in your mouth. You’ve never been this full. Not like this. The men easily find a rhythm, and you let yourself move with it. The room fills with the sounds and smells of sex, soft moans and groans as you all get closer. Tengen hits his release first, withdrawing and cumming across your back. That’s going to be hell to clean but the thought is lost when you feel Kyojuro’s pace quicken. Your arms collapse under you and you try to hold yourself up on your elbows. You think someone swipes at the display he left, someone else moaning with their mouth full. Then Tengen shifts, lying next to you and propping himself up on an elbow. He seems enraptured by the sight of you and Kyojuro. 

You are so close to the edge, to your release when Kyojuro stops. You nearly whine in frustration but it doesn’t last long. You’re flipped onto your back, resting next to Tengen still while Kyojuro slips back between your legs. 

Tengen kisses you as Kyojuro lifts your legs, resting them on his forearms before he thrusts forward again. Tengen’s hand slides down your chest, pausing to squeeze one of your breasts again before his fingers find their way between you and Kyojuro. He presses against your clit, moving in tandem with the man fucking you and you break. 

Tengen breaks the kiss, letting you cry out with your release as his mouth moves lower, They don’t stop though. Your orgasm extends with their movements and before you can even fully catch your breath, you tumble head-first into another. 

Someone swears. 

Kyojuro pulls out just in time to cum across your stomach and all three of you seem to pause, regaining your senses. Kyojuro collapses on the best next to you and for a moment, all you can do is laugh. 

Both men have enough energy to look at each other over you and you wave them off before they can question it.

“Sorry,” you say. “That was just…the most intense thing I’ve ever experienced.” 

“Told you it’d be flashy,” Tengen says, sounding as confident as ever. Not that it was a surprise. The man deserved it and could clearly back it up. You were going to be sore tomorrow. 

“You were right,” you agree. 

“Let’s clean you up,” he says. “I’ll run a bath.” 

“A bath?” All you wanted to do was clean up and sleep. 

“It’s big enough,” Kyojuro says. He sounds about as awake as you feel. “It’ll help so you won’t be sore later when we go again.”

“Again?” You glance between these men, wondering where they get the stamina. Tengen just laughs. 

“Of course. You didn’t think we were done, did you?”

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BLOOD SOAKED SAND

// GYOKKO ONESHOT //

CONTENT : Gyokko's last moments before being turned into a demon

WARNINGS : graphic content

This sucked, he thought. Everything about this sucked. Even though the sun gleamed in the clear sky, he couldn't feel it's warmth on his skin. In fact, his skin felt incredibly cold. And underneath that icy skin the flesh felt unbearably hot. His clothes were soaked, but he couldn't discern in which parts it was sweat or blood.

How long was he laying there already? Definitely over five hours. But that didn't matter to him. He just wanted it to be over. He didn't want to die.

He just wanted the pain to go away. At first, he hadn't felt much. The shock had numbed everything. But after maybe an hour he had started to feel it. It was difficult to describe. A throbbing pain. Somehow as if his body was ripping itself apart in all the spots they had stabbed him. That sensation had mixed with the nausea which had overcome him shortly after. But after some time even that faded. The sickness now gave way to irritation.

A deep hatred settled in his chest. He hated every villager who had walked past him. Who had seen him lying in his own blood, struggling. He hated all of them. It was them. They were the cruel ones. Violent and stupid. He hadn't done anything wrong.

He had been at the beach, collecting stuff like seashell and such. He had examined the body of a dead fish when they had attacked him, stabbing him over and over.

Why did he need to suffer just because some stupid parents couldn't take care of their even more stupid child? That child. That dumb, annoying little piece of shit. They all were. Irritating pests. The kid only got what he deserved. That's what they all deserved for harassing and ridiculing him all the time.

Before he could engage any further in the agitation, he felt his chest tightening and an uncomfortable tickling and burning at the back of his throat. He started coughing and instantly blood spilled from his mouth. The involuntary movements hurt like hell, so he tried to suppress them. However, that led to only more coughing and more pain.

Only minutes later his body finally relaxed, and he slightly opened his eyes again, the bright sun making his head hurt.

Again, time passed painfully slow. At some point he could tell that sunset was about to arrive. His vision was blurry, but he could see a figure approaching him. Judging from the small silhouette it was a child.

Confused he watched them come closer. He tried to make out more details, but his eyes hurt so much that the pain was pulsing into his skull. The child, a girl it seemed, was hesitant. She watched him as he was laying in his blood, skin pale as that of a ghost by now. He only looked back at her with tired eyes. Maybe she wanted to help him, but he very well knew that every effort to care for his injuries would have been in vain.

Another surge of cramps and coughing overcame him. The girl ran away.

Why? Why did nobody help him? Why did everyone have that seemingly innate aversion towards him?

He was always ostracized by the whole village. For what? Collecting fish carcasses. What was so wrong about that? He never hurt anyone. Sure, sometimes he could be a bit annoying and his fascination weirded people out. But why did they always treat him like that? Ever since the death of his parents, the people had started to look at him differently.

Every day, he was met with those stares. And all the whispering too. He had only been a child and yet everyone had looked at him as if they already knew what would happen. As if what he did... today... had already been set in stone.

He didn't want to admit it. It had always been too painful to think about it for long. But right now, the thought was more inescapable than ever.

I am lonely.

He didn't say it out loud. He couldn't. Moving was too painful. But the thought was very clear in his head.

I am lonely. Why am I always alone? Why does nobody ever want to be around me?

The thoughts were simple. Innocent. Like that of a child.

Admitting it didn't make it less painful. And he immediately regretted it. He didn't want to be vulnerable. Surely, the people were laughing at how pathetic he was. Dying slowly. Alone.

The anger was about to return. His frustration over the unfairness of all of this. And the hate towards the people that treated him like some disgusting thing.

But something weird happened. He felt something cold on his cheek. Was it the cool breeze? No... It felt... like a hand...

His vision was completely blurry by now, so when he tried to look up, he could only make out the vague shape of a person sitting next to him. They were stroking his face. Even weirder, they seemed to emit a dark glow. Like they weren't really there.

But he wasn't scared. Quite the contrary. He felt... safe. Secure. He knew this person.

It had been so long he had forgotten what her face had looked like. All these years, only the image of her damaged body had been burned into his memory. From the moment when he saw the decaying corpses of his parents washed ashore. But right now, she didn't look like a corpse.

He couldn't make out her face, but he knew she was smiling. And so was he.

With affection dripping from her fingers, she gently caressed his face. Her very touch brushed away everything unpleasant. The anger, the irritation, the fear.

It didn't matter if she was only a halluzination. Right now, he wasn't alone.

Time passed more quickly. The sun was setting behind his mother, light glimmering around her like a spirit, making the pain in his head disappear. Her voice came to him more like a feeling, calling his name. Managi. The name she had given him.

Pleasant drowsiness overcame him. The sound of the waves sounding almost like a lullaby. Slowly, his consciousness was pulled away like sand in the current.

Within a second, the tranquility was swept away by unbearable pain. Like lightning shooting through his body. Poison forcing its way through his blood vessels, digging into his flesh.

Unable to control his movements, his body convulsed. Any thought was ripped from his mind as his body was torn apart.

Just as quickly as the pain had come, it ebbed away.

Something had changed. He had changed. All the wounds were gone. There was no pain. He felt awfully good in his body. And despite it being dark, he could see perfectly well. Better than he had ever seen before.

He felt powerful. Vitality pulsing through him, like divinity flowing from his skin.

As he stood up without any difficulties, his limbs feeling light like feathers, he noticed the other person standing in front of him.

Glowing red eyes were looking down on him as the first thoughts took shape.

It was as if his mind had been rinsed out. No memories, no knowledge of where he was. No name. As his gaze shifted towards a village nearby, hate overcame him. A loathing, uprooted from any memory. And with it came a certain hunger.

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Water Hashira's Protector

Giyu Tomiyoka X Reader

Word Count: 767

Requested: Anon

Request: Tomioka Giyuu from demon slayer x s/o reader who's serious and chill like him but he's always hugging on to Giyuu, wrapping an arm around his waist, and defending him from the other Hashira?

You had been friends with Giyu since you were young, he’d always been the quiet type and it became apparent to you that he wasn’t as socially smart as you'd first think so you made it your job to look after him when he needed it. You trained with him and passed the exam the same as him, at the time the position of Hashira was offered to both of you under the guise that you would both fight for it but you gave to him instead, you had never really wanted the position in the first place. When it came down to it you could have been whatever you wanted, you just decided to follow Giyu into the life of a demon slayer, well more aptly you decided to follow Giyu.

You were a little more aggressive than Giyu where he’s described as the gentle flow of a river, you're probably the turbulent undercurrent, they are lured in by Giyu and taken out by you. That’s not to say that Giyu isn’t good at what he does because he is but that was only when it came to demons, when humans were the ones that insulted or attacked him he became a little more reserved.

The Hashira were the worst for this, they all seemed to gang up on him or just talk behind his back so that was when you turned your anger on them, you could hold your own against them in a fight and they all seemed to forget that but you never did.

It was yet another meeting that the master had allowed you to attend due to the unique way that you and Giyu operated, the meeting itself went by without any issues but it was what happened after that caused issue, as they gathered together in a group while Giyu stood off to the otherside. “Hey Giyu!” Sanemi called over, you glanced at him out of the side of your eye but didn’t move from your place draped over him, your arm wrapped around his waist while your chin rested on your shoulder. “Yes?” He asked. “What’s with the weird fashion sense?” He asked, you tensed immediately, as your head snapped towards him. “Mind your own business.” You ordered as you looked at him. “How dare you-!?” “Don’t forget that I have the same chance of ending you as you do ending me.” You reminded him. “You think?” He asked drawing his sword. “Are you seriously violating the master's rules in his own home?” You asked detaching yourself from Giyu to step in front of him instead. “(Y/N) stop.” Giyu ordered tugging at your sleeve. “I’ll stop when he puts the sword away.” You promised. “Sanemi, is this necessary?” Shinbu asked. “These two need to be taught a lesson!” He pointed the sword inches from your face, you lifted your hand knocking the sword away from your face. “You really need a sword to do that?” You asked, he grit his teeth and stepped closer finally sheathing the sword. “Just wait until there’s no one around to protect you.” He said. “Until next time Wind Hashira.” You bowed before turning away from him.

Later that evening you were sitting with Giyu, you were eating “why do you do that?” He asked suddenly. “What?” You asked looking at your food and then touching your face to see if there was something on your face. “Fight everyone.” He added and your eyes widened in realisation as you looked at him and shrugged. “I want to protect you, you're my boyfriend after all, I’m not just going to stand there and listen to them question you about something that is close to your heart, you shouldn’t have to tell them if you don’t want to.” You explained. “What if I did?” He asked. “Did you?” You asked. “I…” “You want to tell them because you think that they will like you better but that’s not the case, I promise you if you told that story it would not change anything, just promise me if you decide to tell them about that or anything else you do it because you trust them rather than you want them to like you.” You pleaded. “I don’t need them to like me when I have you.” He said and you leaned over and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Good then eat up I’m sure they’ll send us out soon.” You reminded him and he nodded going back to his food as you looked at the sky waiting for the crows to call you to action.

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Masquerade- Tengen Uzui

cw: masked sex, alcohol (tagging dubcon as they're drinking), teasing, pet names, fingering, blowjob, sex, mirror sex, office sex, cunnilingus

After finding yourself alone at a party, you're given company by a masked figure. A year later, you come across the same maroon eyes you'd remembered from that night - is it really him?

minors+ageless dni.

prompt from @tomiokas-lunchbox really aided in the second half of this fic!!! thank you <;3

8.8k words

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"Come on, please!" Mitsuri begged, two hands pressed firmly together as she leaned forward to bow. "It'll be fun!" 

Sighing, you rolled your eyes at the lack of dignity she'd displayed when it had come to moments like this. "I don't do parties, 'Suri. You know that." Crossing one arm over the other, you sat back in your seat. The pair of you situated at your usual spot, a corner booth in the rustic cafe from your home. Mitsuri had once lived in that cramped 2 bed apartment too, but following her relationship with Obanai, she'd left. It was a great development in their relationship, and you'd been more than happy for her, though it had caused yourself to grow a little more lonely. It was her plan to find you a partner - someone exciting. You'd understood this was just due to her own guilt for moving out, even if she'd denied it. 

"I promise, you'll have the best time!" Her voice grated at your ears with the affairs she was whining over. "Obanai will be going-" She continued at the desperate persuading, but you hadn't the energy to listen any longer. 

"Obanai being there makes me wanna go even less, 'Suri." You took the mug from the stained wood before you, placing your mouth at the rim to sip at the hot chocolate. It was a good temperature, and for a moment, you'd relaxed, the taste mixed with the heat alleviating your brain. You hadn't seen her in a week, and the only thing she'd had to speak of was a stupid costume party her work friends were throwing for Halloween. You'd much preferred your usual plans - the two of you watching movies and indulging in various seasonal snacks. Though anything rated over a 12 would be too scary for Mitsuri, so you'd stick to things like Coraline, or Frankenweenie instead. It would be with first year the pair of you wouldn't have followed this tradition, so she'd wanted to include you within her new plans. 

"I'll be fine at home; I'll watch the movies you were always too scared to, maybe order in. It'll be nice." You attempted to reassure her, you were an adult, and hadn't needed her attempts at babysitting you for the night. 

"But, I want you to come!" She persisted, pouting. "Obanai won't drink with me, you know what he's like." She pleaded, voice ringing in your ears as she placed her hands together again, as if praying to an all-mighty presence above. 

"If you don't like partying with Obanai, don't invite him." You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose at her persistent cries. You'd loved her, but she was spoiled. Growing up beside her had taught you that. Obanai had fed into it too, treating her as if royalty - everyone else had been dirt on his shoe. You'd wondered why he'd worshiped her so diligently, however you'd appreciated that he'd treated her well. 

You wondered how you'd find an outfit with only three days to go - most stores' Halloween stock would be pretty dried out by now. It would have to consist of things you'd already had, or were easy to order online. 

"Just come for an hour, and if you don't like it, Obanai will drop you home." Her requests were starting to bore you, and finally, you'd caved. 

"For fucks sake, Mitsuri." You sighed in annoyance. "I'll come, but if I don't like it, your boyfriend will be bringing me home." You complained, setting the conditions. She squealed, clapping excitedly as she'd began ranting over costume plans, your eyes closing and head tilting back as the barrage of words continued. 

Over the following days, Mitsuri had spoken with you, an abundance of photos and ideas flooding your inbox until you'd finally agreed on going as a devil, while she'd dress as an angel. You'd heard her tell Obanai while on the other end of the phone, hearing his annoyance when she'd told him he needn't buy anything, he could just wear Kaburamaru around his shoulders. 

A quick trip to the mall had you leaving with a red dress and nail polish, managing to find some clip-in horns with next-day delivery. Mitsuri had found herself a white dress and fuzzy halo, and when the pair of you had tried on the outfits to show Obanai you'd had to admit you'd looked good. Coming out of her bedroom you'd watched as something flickered over her boyfriend's eyes, understanding that with your departure, Mitsuri's dress would be a part of the evening they'd share. 

Halloween had come quickly, even with work dragging. Once you'd finished your shifts, there had been excitement over the party you'd halfheartedly agreed to, though anxiety had somewhat overpowered this. Mitsuri had been texting you throughout the day, mostly regarding any potential one night stands she'd heard would be attending. 

Once arriving at Mitsuri's, the pair of you spoke while slipping into the dresses, your friend updating you on today's events - working, eating and hanging out with Obanai. No matter how mundane a detail had appeared, she'd made it sound fun, always delighted to tell you everything on her mind. It had always been this way, since you were kids. You were one another's therapist, a person of no judgement, complete confidentiality as you indulged in every thought you had. 

Through the chatter, Mitsuri helped you style your hair, sitting cross legged before the mirror of her wardrobe. Obanai had of course been banished to the lounge to allow you space, getting ready with the help of singing, and snacks. Having her to yourself was appreciated, new memories formed between the pair of you. It was how it used to be. 

Pink hair flowed down her body in waves as she wore it down, finally placing the headband on top to complete the look. With a smile, Mitsuri took your wrist, happily bouncing to showcase the complete costumes to her boyfriend. He'd been laid back on the couch, beer in hand as he flicked through channels on the TV. You didn't often see him without his mask, though appreciating when he had been open enough to allow the privilege of seeing his scarred skin. You'd never addressed it, even if you had wondered how they'd occurred, nor lingered over his mouth for too long. He'd valued the thought. 

"Ready!" Mitsuri jumped, taking her partner's hand in hers. He sighed, grasping the face covering and his car keys, following the two of you out. You got into the back of his car, while the couple had situated in the front, though Mitsuri had been constantly turned to face you anyway, explaining the last party she'd attended that had been hosted by Rengoku. A story you'd heard multiple times; the party that herself and Obanai had bonded, rather than just sharing glances at work. Although there was desire to meet someone too, you pushed it down to avoid disappointment. 

Stepping into his home, you were taken aback. The expectations were set high, though you hadn't had full faith in Mitsuri's, usually over-exaggerated, descriptions of events. There had to be at least twenty people in the hall alone, all dressed as various characters; some horror, though the majority geared toward sex appeal. Mitsuri, linking arms with both yourself and her partner, navigated through the sea of people, making her way toward the kitchen. There had been a game of beer pong at the island set at the heart of the room, the outer-rim being taken over by card games. 

A male sporting a white button up and red tie, a few fake blood stains littering the garment, stood proudly at one end of the island, smile painted widely across his cheeks. He'd had yellow hair, fading into red, and you'd been unsure if this was part of the costume, or his usual style.

Mitsuri released the pair of you to address him, running to embrace the stranger in a hug. He'd laughed at her greeting, placing an arm loosely around her to reciprocate her touchy-ness. You glanced to Obanai, wondering if he'd felt jealousy at moments like this, though understanding this was just how Mitsuri was. Always extravagant, an outgoing woman with a warming personality. Her genuine fondness of others was admirable. 

Mitsuri's friend had been attractive, and from the way his eyes lingered over your body, you'd felt he was a little interested, too. It had been a while since you'd been within the presence of someone you'd actually felt charmed by; it was a bizarre sentiment. Though, with the anxiety washing over you, you'd needed space to recollect your thoughts, suddenly growing nervous over your appearance, or the impression you'd given off. 

"Mitsuri, Obanai," He smiled at them, eyes stopping as they'd reached your uncomfortable stance. You gave a small beam in return, though anxiety pooling as you'd reached his gaze. "Is this y/n?" He questioned, eventually flickering back to your friend. 

"Yes!" Mitsuri faced you, and you'd only been able to hope she wouldn't make you the center of attention during what you'd hoped to be a brief interaction. 

"This is Rengoku, the host!" She exclaimed, a giggle from her lips. He stuck out a hand, and you placed yours within his grip, shaking it.   

"Good to meet you!" His voice was loud despite the noise, booming through your ears over incoherent music and various other conversations.

"You too!" You'd replied, hoping the exchange would end soon. 

"Let's grab drinks." Mitsuri shouted above the noise, and you'd accepted, following her to the fridge. She had been right when boasting his financial situation on the way over - the entire unit filled with beers, mixers, and other beverages you'd vaguely recognized to be alcoholic, clearly spending an absurd amount of money simply to host his friends. 

"Is there spirits? I wanna do a shot?" You questioned, her green eyes glistening at your request. She cheered, excitedly skipping to the counter-top and picking a clear bottle of liquid, pouring them into two small plastic cups that had been stacked beside. The pair of you measured your drinks, before tapping the cups together and swallowing back the burning liquid. Your throat tightened at the liquor, immediately grabbing a can of soda to chase it down with. The pair of you laughed, Mitsuri pouring another, repeating the process, and then once more. 

With the warmth of the alcohol coursing through your chest, you'd felt a little more at ease, comfortable enough to join them with a few other friends. There had been a petite woman named Shinobu, in a cute mini-dress embroidered with butterflies around the skirt, a hair pin to match. Beside her on the couch had been Giyu, wearing camo trousers and a black tee, a small net at his feet. The pair had been a couples costume; a butterfly and bug keeper. To their left, a white haired male named Sanemi, dressed in ripped clothing, his idea had been to be a zombie outbreak survivor. He'd bragged on about how he'd be able to live through an apocalypse, and how he'd definitely be immune to any disease epidemic. You nodded along, even if judging his self assuredness deep within your mind. 

"I think we should leave, now." He leaned over his girlfriend, who was now murmering under her breath. She'd looked to be on the verge of passing out, outburst of energy now fizzling out.  You nodded, grabbing the red clutch you'd arrived with, pushing your weight onto your palm to push yourself up. 

Drinking a little more, you had felt a little past tipsy before deciding on taking a break. Mitsuri had been more intoxicated than you had, though, laying on her boyfriend's shoulder and quietly fussing over him, while you'd made conversation with their work friends. 

"Do you live nearby?" Giyu questioned, attempting to make small talk. You shook your head, glancing up to his eyes. 

"Not really - Obanai brought me here." You explained, before a hand was placed on your shoulder. 

"Feel free to stay here, we have room." You'd recognised the voice to belong to Rengoki, as he paced over to sit beside Sanemi, beer in hand. Thanking him, you reverted your attention to the squealing girl beside you, stroking at Obanai's mask as she'd gushed over his beauty. He'd been evidently more wary of those around him, but didn't stop her from letting her heart out. 

"Don't go!" Shinobu pouted, crossing one arm over the other. "You should stay, crash in the lounge with us!" You reconsidered your earlier decision; you had been enjoying yourself. Socializing was something you had struggled with previously, why waste an evening you could be spending having fun? Agreeing, Obanai took Mitsuri home without you, but reminding you to call if there was an issue. You smiled, placing a hand on his shoulder as if to thank him for his gesture, waving them good-bye as he supported Mitsuri at his hip, disappearing into the crowd. 

After finishing and drying your hands, you opened the door to exit, plodding down the carpeted stairs. There had been a figure waiting at the bottom, leaning against the wall. You couldn't tell if your height above him had botched your perception of his height, but as you lowered, you'd realised your eyes had not decieved you. 

Shinobu had encouraged you to dance with her, the males from the group remaining seated to talk. The pair of you gave your all, giggling while twirling, her skirt flowing out beautifully as she'd moved. You'd help one hand with her, singing along to classics until your throat had been dry, stomach aching from laughter you'd shared. It was difficult to fathom how much time had passed, but with all you'd drank, a bathroom break was needed. 

"I need to pee!" You'd shouted in her ear, a giggle leaving her lips at your statement, hand falling to her mouth as if an attempt to contain further laughter. 

"Upstairs, the door on the end of the stairs." She'd yelled, moving away from your ear to check the males had still been seated and talking. Giving you a nod of reassurance, she turned to join them, while you'd ventured to use the bathroom.

The male had to be well over 6 foot tall, dressed within a sleeveless black shirt and cargo trousers, fingerless gloves reaching elbow level, and over his face was a black fabric mask, wrapping around the bridge of his nose, a hood covering his hair. The only part of his face on show had been two maroon colored eyes, decorated in a small amount of eyeliner. He'd caught your gaze, the alcohol in you giving you the confidence to approach him.

"What're you dressed as?" You questioned, pressing your shoulder against the wall beside him, head tilting back to look up at him. He towered over you, muscular build adding to the space he'd already occupied. 

"A Shinobi." He'd replied nonchalantly, yourself unaware if he'd actually been interested in what you'd had to say, or rather, playfully ask. The vodka in your system wouldn't take a hint, interrogating him further. 

"What's that?" You mirrored his body language, bending your arm to cup the other. His eyes flickered over you, a quiet sigh leaving his lips. 

"You've heard of ninjas, no?" His voice was deep, masculinity radiating from him, even if only a handful of words had been spoken. "My family are Shinobu, so it was an easy costume choice." 

He hummed in thought, pushing himself from the wall to stand straight. You followed his movements, maintaining visual contact. "A devil?" He'd obviously been sure, but the fact you'd asked such an obvious question had him doubting himself. Your giggles had signified his answer had been correct, his originally colder demeanor loosening up a little as you'd been warm to him. Your smile had caused his own to curve upwards under the fabric, unbeknownst to you. 

Continuing to peer up at him with doe-like eyes, your gaze lingered back over the maroon coloured orbs, tracing down the curve of the face covering, imagining what had lay beneath. 

"Guess what I am." You teased, mainly to carry the conversation further. He'd piqued your interest, and if you'd played your cards right, maybe he'd entertain the thoughts you'd had in the back of your mind. 

"Beautiful?" You poked at the mildly flirtatious move he'd taken, mostly to calm your own nerves, though you'd also wanted to hear him call you pretty again. Eyes dropping to his hands, your sight trailing over the painted finger nails he'd had. His hands, much like the rest of him, were large; you'd pictured your face being entirely encapsulated by his palm.

"Do you work with Rengoku?" You pondered, straightening out a crease in your dress, awaiting his response. 

"Not anymore." He didn't explain further, instead taking his turn to question you. "How do you know him?" He challenged, eyes unfaltering from your figure, your cheeks heating at the attention you'd received. 

"He works with a friend." You exhaled, watching as others passed through the hall on their way to another part of the home. "She was here, but she left." You commented. 

"And left a woman as beautiful as you all alone?" You rolled your eyes at his attempt for a compliment, trying to hide the fact that word had your stomach flipping. 

"You're stunning." He repeated the commendation of your appearance, a smile breaking out over your face. "Being here alone is a waste." The man took a step toward you, your heart racing at the sudden confrontation. 

"Why would it be a waste?" You almost stuttered as he placed a warm hand to your cheek, brushing his thumb lightly across the smooth skin. Previous assumptions had been correct - his hand was as long as your head, fingers cupping around to reach behind your ear. You swallowed the lump in your throat, feeling the heat transfer from his roughed hand, the fabric of his mask brushing over your ear as he hovered his lips only centimeters away from the side of your face. 

"No one will get to see such a pretty face moaning for them," You spine tingled when his fingers intertwined with your hair, tilting your head to the side to allow his face room to drift over your neck. "Isn't that sad?" The stranger questioned, and you inhaled sharply, a hum hitching in your throat from the words flowing through your head. 

His hand dropped from your face to hold your wrist, standing upright. The loss of his presence so close to you caused you to ease up a bit, not having long to gather your thoughts as he was pulling you up the staircase. The pair of you had walked into what looked to be a guest room, a lock on the door allowing your privacy. 

"Why don't you take the opportunity, then?" You closed your eyes, mumbling your words out quietly. He laughed at your sudden timidness, after being so forward with him.

"Would you like that, doll?" 

The room was pretty, a large double bed coated in crisp white sheets, green wallpaper with luxurious patterns, a wooden wardrobe and bedside table fitting into the decoration. Rengoku had clearly taken pride within his home, unafraid to spend money. You were unsure of his position, but it had to be considerably better paid that Mitsuri's. 

The stranger pulled you from your thoughts and appreciation for the interior design, yourself being pushed up against the door that had just been locked behind you. The dress you'd lovingly picked out a few days prior was pulled upward, a hand slipping to cup your pussy through the thong you'd worn, chosen with the small hopes of getting laid tonight. The sudden pressure caused your legs to wobble, inhaling deeply as his finger slip over your clothed folds. You grabbed onto his bicep to steady yourself, clutching on as he'd rubbed circles over you. Relaxing yourself, you allowed better access. It had been a while since you'd felt another person's touch; you'd forgotten how intoxicating it was. The male was clearly experienced, knowing exactly where to kneed in order for your eyes to roll back.

Of course, you'd slept with people before, most of which aiding you to achieve orgasm, though not putting much effort in. He'd been slowly warming you up, touching you before you'd even made a move on him. It was clear how he'd clearly prioritized your pleasure, and that made your heart flutter. 

"Already s' wet for me." You could tell he was impressed by his own talents, the tone of his voice giving away the smirk he'd had beneath the mask. You groaned, rolling your hips to grind over him, feeling the slick of your arousal rub against the fabric of your underwear. 

"You're all wet for a man you've just met, huh?" He teased, but you were past the point of caring. "Has a man ever touched you like this?" His voice was low, dripping with lust as you'd shaken your head from side to side, feeding into his already inflated ego. 

Your other hand reached out, trailing it slowly over his stomach, attempting not to ball a fist at each constraint over our clit, finally grazing fingers over his cock. Just the feeling of the clothed hardness through his trousers had been enough to make your stomach churn, it was thick, and longer than you'd expected. It would be a struggle to fit it inside you, however you were more than willing to try. But, you were sure he'd take care of you - he'd already taken his time to build up your arousal, not even touching your bare cunt yet. You squeezed it, bowing your head with a moan as he slipped under the fabric, rubbing rhythmically over your sensitive bud.

"Don't worry about me, doll." He took your wrist, placing it back on his torso. You'd instinctively grabbed ahold of the fabric of his t-shirt, earning a chuckle from him. "I'm gon' make you feel good." He murmured, moving down to his knees. 

He dipped a finger into you, earning a gasp from your parted lips, massaging your walls as he brought his other hand to massage your clit. Just one finger had filled you up so tightly, each curl hitting your core. You were a mess, back arching against the wood of the door, hands desperately gripping at his shoulders to hold yourself up. Your legs, parted only wide enough to allow his hand between them, almost bucking, shaking with pleasure as he focused solely on you. He placed kisses on your stomach, working what had to be magic on your soaked pussy. If you weren't chasing your high, you'd have asked him to remove the face covering, to feel his lips against your skin. But, in this instance, you hadn't cared enough. 

"C-close." You hummed, voice wavering. 

"Cum on my fingers, baby." His reassuring instruction was all you'd needed, a curse word leaving your lips before a series of moans, your body shaking as your climax had came over you. You didn't want to think of the expression you'd been pulling, eyes rolling back as you'd needily humped his hand, riding out your high. 

Your eyes had glossed over as you breathlessly lent against the door, legs ready to give in. You felt his hands leave you, a finger being pressed against your mouth. 

"Open f'r me." He'd only whispered, but you obeyed his command, brain foggy. He pushed his finger into your mouth, a salty taste against your tongue as you'd realized this had been the finger fucking you only moments before. 

"Do you taste good, baby?" He asked, earning only a nod in response. The now familiar chuckle left his lips as he stood, tracing his hand over the belt he'd worn, threatening to unbuckle it. 

"Wan' taste y-you." You'd managed to sputter out, eyes locked onto his hands. He traced the buckle, finally giving you what you'd wanted by undoing the metal, and freeing his cock from the tight trousers he'd been dressed in. 

"So big." You'd whispered, eyes glued to the erection before you. It was pale, soft skin with veins running down the sides, much longer than the hand he'd used to grip it. You got on your knees, perching at his feet as you wrapped your own hand around it, placing your tongue to the head. 

"Good girl." He'd hummed, moving the fist that had been clutching the base to tangle in your hair, rubbing his thumb in circles as you took him into your mouth. Just the head had filled most of your mouth; you were unsure on how you'd manage to go further than this. You'd wanted to impress him, though, giving your all. 

Drool started to drip down your chin, coating your face as you'd continued to push him into your throat. Your eyes watered, but as time passed and it got easier to take all of him. You'd began enjoying yourself a little more, letting out moans and hums as you'd maneuvered on him. He'd appeared to appreciate this, squeezing his fist a little tighter on your hair when your hums vibrated over his cock, the head slipping down your tight throat. Tears streamed down your face, sniffling back as your nose ran, your makeup mixing with the fluid on your cheeks. He'd found you so pretty stuffed full of him, giving him everything you'd had. 

At first, you'd licked up and down, base to tip, hovering your lips over the head you'd just been sucking at, exhaling over the wet saliva you'd left over him. 

"Fuck, such a good girl." He'd repeated his pet name from before, deciding that was what you'd be called. With no names exchanged, you'd both had your own ideas - though you weren't confident enough to speak what you'd been thinking. You took him to the back of your throat, bobbing backward and hollowing out your cheeks. Pulling his trousers to sit at his knees, you used your hand to cup at his balls, lightly squeezing before pushing yourself further, his cock sliding down your throat. Resisting the urge to gag, you allowed your eyes to water, going back and forth on him, caressing his inner thigh with your fingertips. He groaned, watching your face as you worked on his cock. 

When his ragged breathing calmed, you pulled your head back, simply looking up to see the imposing man over you. You'd need a few moments before being able to stand again, and only wondered how much of a mess you'd looked. Hearing his ragged moans and words of appraisal had gotten you feeling hot again, knowing by now there'd probably be a damp spot seeping through your dress, too. There had been a door to an en suite that you'd managed to make your way toward, turning on the faucet to warm before wetting a towel, wiping over the mess on your face. 

You'd snaked your hand up, gripping at his dick, pumping as you went shallower with your mouth. The two movements in sync caused him to buck his hips - he hadn't usually lost his poise, but with you laboring so hard over him, it was hard not to. 

"Wan' take my cum, pretty girl?" You hadn't noticed how breathless he was until those words, your eyes flickering up to look at his half-lidded ones. You nodded against him, continuing with the pace you'd had, quickly feeling the warm liquid erupt from him, moaning as he couldn't help but to thrust, bending forward slightly as he poured into your mouth, trying to focus on his climax, while remaining upright.

"What're you doing?" The voice of your one-night-stand came from behind you, making his way into the bathroom. You looked into the reflection of the mirror, getting off the last bits of your makeup while looking at him, arms crossed. 

"Washing my face?" You replied, questioning what he'd been implying. Your voice was hoarse, skin warm and fresh from the water. 

He didn't respond, only walking toward you, torso hitting your back while you'd been watching him approach you through the reflection of the mirror, eyebrows furrowed at his actions. You felt your skirt lifted once more, thong moved to the side as he pressed a finger to your cunt once more. 

"We aren't done, pretty thing." His maroon eyes were focused on your ass, hips pressed on the sink, your back a little arched as you'd been leaning over to look into the mirror. He pushed a finger in you once more, wet sounds of him finger fucking your pussy filling the small room. You gasped, grabbing hold of the sink. You stretched around a second finger, screech leaving your lips as he darted them in and out of you, other hand slipping up your dress and under the bra you'd worn to toy with your bare nipple. He rested his chin on your shoulder, watching your face in the mirror as it contorted, mouth open wide, eyelids fluttering closed. 

You were bent over the mattress as soon as you'd entered the room once more, panties pulled down to your ankles, his hand un-clipping the lace bra that clung to your skin. Fingers were pushed into you once more, massaging at your walls. He curled them, rubbing against your sensitive spot as you squirmed, grabbing at the sheets either side of your face. 

"Look how pretty you are." His lips were next to your ear, as you opened your eyes through your haze, looking at your reflection. He massaged at your walls, grasping at your chest. 

"Can't wait to see how you look, stuffed full of me." His words were like music to you. You bit your lip as he removed the digits from your abused pussy, gripping the hem of your dress and pulling it upward. You raised your arms, allowing him to remove it entirely, now stood only in your underwear. 

"Can we do this in the bedroom?" You requested, and the male silently turning to leave the en-suite in a non-verbal reply. 

He pulled them out, lining his cock to the dripping hole, teasing it inside. You'd let out a hum at the fullness, being stretched wider than his fingers had previously, squeezing your eyes closed as you'd felt him bottom out, though knowing he'd had more to give if you'd had the space to accommodate it. Once you'd adjusted to the size, he picked up his pace, fucking you into the mattress under you. His hips clashed with your ass, large hands encapsulating your hips with their grip, using you as if a toy. 

You'd been a moaning mess beneath him, pussy clenching around the cock he'd fed you, his hand finally tracing down your thigh as he leaned forward, stomach pressed into your back while he'd reached between your parted legs, rubbing over your clit once more. You'd bucked your hips, though it had been in vain as his body had you pressed into the bed so deeply that you'd been unable to move, other than the rocks of each pound into you. Dizzy, cock drunk, you'd accepted that you probably wouldn't be able to move until he'd been done with you. 

"Taking my cock so well." He'd hummed. You could feel his breathlessness in the form of his stomach's faltered movements, sucking in and out in a feverish state. You could only moan in response to any commentary he'd give, brain whiting out with each pound, eyes glossing over. You hadn't known what it had meant to be in a daze until now, barely conscious, only able to think about one thing - cumming. 

Your pussy was stuffed full, rammed from behind as his dick had been pumping in and out of you at full pelt, squelching inevitable from how aroused you'd been, slaps from how he'd crashed into you with each thrust. You wondered if a second orgasm would even be possible, but with the way his fingers grazed over your clit, cock jamming you full, you could feel a tightness building within the pit of your stomach. 

He was grunting above you now, you'd been unable to turn and look but you could picture his eyes watching your smaller frame being squashed by his larger one, your eyes crossing through your own pleasure. Or maybe, he'd had them closed, half as hazed as you, as if what you'd been enduring was in another plain. If this is how you could have been fucked by any other man you'd dated, you felt like this was your virginity - no one had made you feel so intoxicated on nothing but pure arousal. It was animistic, the need for his cock, the completion you'd felt set deep within you as you were receiving it. 

Your body tightened up, almost squeezing on him so intensely he couldn't move - though he'd powered through anyway, cock cramped inside the gummy walls, kneading over him in ways that had him grunting, groaning, an internal battle within him to just hold out until you'd found your high-

You let out a whine, louder than the prior sounds falling from your lips, teeth clenching yet jaw jittering, the vision that had slowly been blurred now coming to stop at a mash of colours and shapes. This was what getting your brain fucked out had felt like. The first orgasm had been intense, but this had been as if you'd been transported to another dimension. You weren't sure if you were still conscious, ears ringing, a ring of cream forming around the stranger's dick. He'd watched in awe and curiosity, cock twitching as he'd felt the wave wash over, mouth opening beneath the cloth to release another sound. 

Your pussy compulsed around him, wave of seed filling you and spilling out around his shaft, for there hadn't been any extra room inside your abused cunt to house the white ropes shooting from him. He'd gripped into your side with so much force, fighting to keep himself steady, and you were sure there'd be marks in the morning. 

He evacuated you, leaving you a heaped mess on the bed, unable to move. Your body was sore, arms and legs crushed from the weight of his body, pussy aching from the amount it had been used. You were face down, fatigued. 

Time passed strangely, mind in a haze, but you'd felt a damp cloth wipe over your cunt, a pair of strong arms lifting you to place you at the top of the mattress, a duvet weighing down on your tender skin. You couldn't open your eyes, but under the lids had been an array of shapes, patterns and refraction of light, almost as if you'd been looking into a kaleidoscope. You could hear sound around you, but had been unable to piece together much more than the fact it had been the male that had just given you the fuck of your life, most likely cleaning up after the pair of you.

The warm lamp light that had seeped through your eyelids was turned off, your eyebrows furrowing when you hadn't felt the bed beside you move to accommodate the stranger's weight. You muttered a slur of incoherent words, asking where he was going, but you'd had no reply other than the door closing. If you'd had been in your right mind, maybe you'd have run after him, but with exhaustion setting over you, and the knowledge you'd been nude and unprepared to dress yourself, you fell victim to the wariness and slumber over came you. 

The following day, you'd been woken up. Mitsuri had shaken you, and through the mist of your sleeping state, you'd wondered if it had been the stranger. Excitement fizzled out as you'd opened your eyes, glancing over the familiar green eyes opposed to the maroon ones you'd so desired. There was a small part of you that had questioned if last night had been real, but as you'd felt your skin graze on the soft sheets enveloping you, you'd realised it had been. 

Mitsuri had questions, through her smile. She'd persuaded her lover to bring her back to check if you'd still been here, for Shinobu had given her the information she'd so greatly wanted, that you'd disappeared last night, upstairs with a man in costume. Your mind had been hazy, but Mitsuri didn't consider your clouded thoughts, instead pleading with you to inform her of what had happened. 

You explained it, in detail. Obanai had been waiting in the car, confused and slightly concerned as to why the pair of you hadn't already poked your heads through the door, all while you'd been describing the most memorable night of your life. 

The only issue had been, you'd had no idea who the man was. 

After speaking with Mitsuri, you'd assumed she'd be able to identify the features - insanely tall, muscular and maroon coloured eyes, but she hadn't. Obanai had heard the story too, though you'd hoped Mitsuri would have spared some details and your dignity, and he'd suggested the unusual eye colour was simply down to contacts. At first, you didn't agree, but as time went on, you'd ended up accepting the possibility, as if anyone would have known him, they'd have immediately recognized the description. Mitsuri had wanted to ask Rengoku, but you'd begged her not to - if the mysterious male had wanted you to know who he was, he would've given you more of a sign. Instead, he'd left you in the bed alone, not even saying a half-hearted good-bye before he'd left, perpetually. 

You'd thought of him late at night. When you'd needed a release, you searched for the memory deep in the back of your head, wondering if he'd imagined you too. But, for the amount of lust and experience he'd had, it was likely you'd just been another one night stand for him. 

The only negative you'd been able to conjure up had been that you were now unable to find a partner as fulfilling as he'd been. Following that night, you'd made it your duty to get laid multiple times, wondering if you'd be able to fill the hole he'd left - but you couldn't. No man, or woman, had amounted to the intensity he'd given you. The way he'd fucked you had been as if you'd been given a drug; you were searching to find that high again.

You thought you'd never find it. 

A year had passed, life changing around you, yourself moulding into a new person, and still, you'd found sex unsatisfactory. You'd started to despise the man from this-time-last-year, wondering if maybe he'd just fucking hated you. Forming a relationship felt nigh-on-impossible when no one could begin to amount to him. There was only one person you'd been hopeful of, thinking he would suffice, but after once or twice, the charm had worn off. 

In this time, one positive had occurred; you'd been offered a higher paying job with a better company. After attending a few more of Rengoku's parties, hoping to scout out the familiar male but never coming close, you'd actually spoken with the blonde a little more, befriending him. You'd texted from time to time, the odd check up, meeting the other's gaze when out with friends, and he'd mentioned a job opening within his friend's company. Finally, a position you'd felt was adequately paid, and you'd had more than enough relevant experience to land it. 

Today had been your first day. 

Swallowing back the nerves, you adjusted the dress trousers once more, flattening out any creases and standing straight. The elevator dinged, signalling your arrival at the first floor, anxious feet stepping out behind the mentor you'd been assigned. She had been to bring you to the boss' office for an introduction, a welcome as she'd phrased it. You'd been a bundle of nerves from the beginning, and now, stress added heavily on top of that. 

There had been glass walls throughout the office, allowing light to cascade through and brighten up the already light atmosphere, many employees smiling at you through the golden rays. It had been a little more high budget than your previous job, though the salary had reflected that. 

You stepped to an office with blinds, a black door displaying a silver name plate, 'T. Uzui' boldly stated. It was obvious this office was special, a private space opposed to the omniscient layout of the building. Your mentor had knocked, waiting a few moments before pulling the handle down, opening the door wide to allow you to step through first. 

Heart racing, you braved the moment, straightening out the fabric one more time before taking the lead. There had been a male, white hair flowing down either side of his face, eyes focused over documents before him, taking a moment before standing. You'd smiled, though avoided eye contact with him, as he held out his hand over the desk he'd been sat before. You took it, listening as he'd introduced himself, your colleague wondering in behind you. 

"Tengen Uzui." He'd spoken, deep voice erupting from the smirk on his lips, as you'd fought the urge to furrow your eyebrows. The voice had been familiar, but you hadn't been able to put your finger on where you'd heard it before. You glanced up to his face, finally, your name leaving your lips as you studied the features. He'd been amused, and you'd tried to rack your brain, fighting to find the memory he'd appeared within, but falling short. 

"Please, take a seat." He removed his hand from yours, though not before it had lingered over your palm, as if he'd been encouraging you to remember, too. 

You took a seat beside the other female, as he had sat back in the office chair behind the wooden desk. He'd explained a few things about how he'd founded the company from his own home, and where it sat today, all while you'd been working in overdrive, attempting to pull forward any relevant experiences. 

It was possible he'd simply attended one of Rengoku's parties, considering the two had been friends, and you'd seen him from the corner of your eye while drunk, a useless encounter your brain had removed due to lack of importance. But, as you studied over his eyes, ones that had been watching you with such deep interest, you'd figured it was something more than that. You'd interacted with him somehow, those maroon eyes-

"Oh." You stated under your breath, a gasp pulling through your lips as your eyes widened in shock, face heating in embarrassment as your recalled that night. 

The CEO of the company you'd just been accepted into had been the reason you'd stayed awake at night. The reason all other intimacy had been off the table for you, why you'd clenched around your own fingers wishing they were his. His smirk grew as your mouth had fallen agape, body stiffening up. 

"Sorry, is there a problem?" He questioned, his smile unfaltering as he glanced between yourself and the employee next to you. You frantically shook your head, though you hadn't been oblivious to the way he'd watched over you, waiting the for the reaction to fall so beautifully from you as it had. 

"N-no," You stuttered, stomach twisting as you stared into those eyes for the second time in your life. "I, uh-" Trying to come up with an explanation for your behaviour was impossible as you glanced over his figure, knowing how those hands had felt over you, body plush against yours and cock balls deep inside you.

"Nezuko," His eyes flickered to the woman seated beside you. "Could you give us a moment, please? In fact, just return to your desk. I'll finish the introduction here." He questioned, and the brunette stood, bowing before leaving the room. Your heart raced in your chest, a tightening squeeze as you anticipated his next move. He'd clearly been uninterested on seeing you again, considering he'd left you alone in bed that night, with no trace. Perhaps he was going to dismiss you, on the first day, to save awkwardness between you. 

The door closed, leaving the pair of you in the room alone, seated opposite one another in silence. You eyed up his face; the features you had been unable to see previously. Over the course of the past year, you'd wondered why he'd kept the mask on. You'd thought perhaps he'd been unattractive, self-conscious, or maybe he hadn't liked you enough to let you see. But now, you'd understood a little more. CEO of a decent sized company, he'd probably done so to hide his identity - though you were sure he had been into it kink wise. 

"I didn't think I'd see you again." You spoke, voice breaking from the uncomfortable atmosphere, shoulders tense and arms crossed. You felt small, but swallowed back your nervousness and decided to face him head on. His smile was static, gleam of playfulness in his eye. 

"Did you put that much thought into our night?" He questioned, raising an eyebrow while you shifted in your seat. 

"I'm not sure I'll ever forget." You admitted, flickering between his suited torso and the wood of the desk before him, clammy palms pressing into your trousers and clutching at the fabric for emotional support. You watched as his smile lessened, expression morphing as he'd glanced over you, clearly reliving that evening while staring at your body. 

"Oh?" That was all he'd been able to ask, encouraging you to explain more, but not giving the satisfaction of knowing that he'd been thinking of you, too. 

"I haven't been able to find someone as good as you. Honestly, you killed my sex life." You let out a dry laugh, eyes falling to the hem of your trouser leg, picturing the mediocre sex you'd had since, how there hadn't been a male able to consider your pleasure as much as he'd done. 

"Sorry to hear that." His voice was low, aura changed, but you still couldn't look up to face him. "I can help you with that, though." Tengen stood, straightening his suit jacket as he walked around the desk. You glanced over him, his towering figure casting over your seated body, looking down over you as he leaned back on the table. 

You swallowed, only able to watch as he pulled the remaining blinds closed within his office, returning to you with a smirk as he knelt before your seated body, hands resting on your hips as his long fingers looped into the waistband of your trousers, hooking around and pulling at them. "Here?" You questioned, Tengen tugging at your trousers once more. You pushed yourself up, standing before him, allowing his tugs to expose the bottom half of your body, his eyes trailing over the lace panties. He leaned forward, placing a kiss at your navel, trailing down until his mouth sat at your folds, practically sucking at the black lace. Your breaths became deeper, Tengen pulling back the second layer of fabric to reveal your cunt. 

"What do you mean?" You questioned, letting a shaking breath leave your lips slowly, awaiting movement from him once more to signal his wants. 

"Well," He exhaled, glossing over you before talking once more. "I'm not one to deprave a woman of what she needs." 

He guided your hips to sit back down, pulling the garments from your legs and spreading them, placing each knee over the arms of the chair. You leaned back, biting your lip at the cool air hitting your wettened pussy, Tengen's mouth inches from kissing your exposed pussy. 

He brought his lips to your clit, softly placing a kiss over you, then another, working around each part of your pussy with gentle pecks, finally involving his tongue after every inch had been attended to. He licked from your throbbing hole to the hood in one large swipe, then using smaller, kitten licks, to taste you. 

You'd been fighting back whines since he'd began, but with a flick over your clit, followed by a sloppy, french kiss between folds, you couldn't help but bring a hand to lace in his hair, gripping him for support as you moaned. Tengen laughed against you, vibrations causing your stomach to flutter as he'd used his tongue to swirl around your clit, each time your grip would tighten to signal you'd been closer, he'd drop his lips to fuck your hole instead, darting his tongue in and out of you. You were sure your bottom lip had to be close to bleeding from how hard you'd bitten down on it in attempts to stay quiet, eyes squeezed shut and torso tense, legs spread as far as your body would allow. 

He introduced his fingers, slowly introducing the middle one to your clenching cunt, teasing it in slowly to stretch your walls. It's as if no time had passed, for the feeling of him stuffing his finger into you had felt so familiar, so fulfilling. The ache you'd tried to counter for so long was finally being satisfied, long nights desperately trying to make yourself cum like he'd done, now put to rest as you were gratified with him once again. 

He curled his finger, massaging you with his tongue as your quiet whines cascaded from heavy breaths, eyes squeezed shut in bliss, mouth agape. He looked up to you as he'd worked your pussy up, erection growing as he'd looked at the way your face had relaxed, as if you were in some sort of euphoric trance. He'd added another finger, causing a roll of your hips, hand still firmly sat atop his head, though Tengen had been the one with control, your drooping arm being guided by his movements. 

You felt yourself gush over his fingers, muscles tingling over your body, legs spread as wide as you were able to move them. He'd groaned against you, addicted to the taste you were giving him, the pussy he'd missed since that night. You were shaking, weight fully pressed into the leather of the chair you'd been situated on for you weren't able to support yourself after coming down from such a high. 

"Feel so good~" A hum of praise from you had encouraged his actions, flicking over you again, cream from your pussy coating his fingers further. He'd been lapping up the mix of arousal and his own saliva, spitting onto you every so often as it had earned moans from your lips. He could feel you getting closer, breaths more stuttered, as if you were forgetting to breathe while basking in the pleasure he'd bestowed onto you. 

"P-please-" You gasped, head tilting back while your mouth widened, eyes rolling back and focus being clouded, whimpers leaving you while you'd tried to remain quiet - you were at work after all. Though, with Tengen being the company's founder, you were sure that you weren't going to face repercussions for this. 

He'd pulled back, watching your drunken-like state with admiration, taking an action he'd done that night, placing his soaked digits to your mouth for you to taste. You'd barely noticed the fingers slip past your lips, but innately sucked, eyes finally over the foggy mess of mist you'd been clouded within while he'd pulled them out. 

"Did that help you?" He questioned, voice laced in desire. You nodded, swallowing a mixture of his saliva and your arousal back before closing your legs a little, opening your mouth to speak. 

"Can I make you cum too?" You questioned, glancing over his complexion, appreciating features that you'd been unable to discern before his face had been revealed to you. He glanced to the wall, looking over the clock that had sat above the closed blinds, swallowing. 

"Next time." With those words he stood, turning to walk to his desk and open a drawer while you'd closed your legs, picking up the discarded clothes from the floor to put your feet haphazardly through the holes. You saw a box being waved before you from the corner of your eye, looking up to see a box of tissues. You exhaled while smiling, taking the box to use on yourself, though knowing that without fresh water, you'd be uncomfortable throughout the day. 

"Tomorrow night?" He questioned, and you'd nodded, a grin across your cheeks. 

"There'll be a next time?" You questioned, buttoning your trousers and tucking your shirt back in. "I was disappointed when you left, last time." Trying not to let your annoyance get the better of you, you'd attempted to politely express your feelings. He laughed, arms crossing over his chest. 

"I'm not letting you go to waste, don't worry." His comment made your stomach flip; unbelieving a male of his stature had so much interest in yourself - not that you were complaining. 

"What about dinner?" The forwardness overcame you, confidence boosted from his precious statement. Perhaps you were a little eager, but after a year, you didn't want to risk losing him once again. He smiled; Tengen had found assertiveness attractive. 

a/n:

this is the end of kinktober !! i can't actually believe it! thank you to everyone who has supported me through this month, i appreciate it so much <3

honestly some of these fics i'm not entirely happy with - this one included, but i can see clear improvement over my writing since the start of this month.

i plan on releasing more fics and such, and im suppppeeerrrr excited about it! i feel like now i'm not restricted to kinktober i'll enjoy creating a lil more <3