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dreaisgrayte · 9 days ago

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Wilted Petals | Sanemi x fem!reader Hashira NSFW (18+), MDNI

Synopsis: Sanemi meets yn during the selection, taking a liking to her attitude and spirited way of talking to him. They grow closer due to their shared trauma and become lovers. On the night before their wedding Sanemi ventures out to find one of your favorite flowers. He never returns. That is, the Sanemi you once knew never returns. Warnings: MDNI, NSFW (18+), family death, demon killing, fainting, blood, gore, death, child death, injury, grief, heartbreak, pregnancy, alone, depression, oral (male!receiving), oral (fem!receiving), fingering, raw sex, creampie, breeding kink, obsessive kink, engagement, dirty talk (outside of the bedroom), angst...so much angst.... WC: 13.6k A/n: he calls her Petal 14 times. She was 14 when they first met... I'm not okay. This fucking fic ruined me. This is also mostly unedited...sorry

Sanemi would often tell you how you entirely envelop him. In your eyes, he was able to picture the future. In the timbre of your voice, he could recall the past. In your body, he was grounded in the present time. It was love.

The world was falling apart around you both, but together you could rebuild anything. To think it all started with a flower.

7 years ago…

The air was a different kind of weight in your nostrils. You could sense them, the demons. Some of the low-grade ones snarling with inhuman urges. You click your tongue, bored by the whole scheme of this showdown. What? Were you supposed to slay all these weak pieces of garbage while the rest of the Demon Slayer Corporation went after the ones that could form a coherent thought? All that consumed these losers was hunger. If you must partake, the sooner this is over the better.

You wonder if there’s anyone else still alive, but before you can become lost in thought again a booming yell cuts through the trees. You tilt your head, knitting your brows together as the sound echoes through your ears. Hmm, what an interesting development. Your feet are bringing you toward the source of the sound before you know it.

Brushing past some foliage you wait silently in the bush, observing the open area in front of you. There, looming and grotesque is a demon, gurbbling some nonsense about being in pain. Then, a sharp and shiny hoe comes crashing down on the skull – or whatever that thing had in its head because it definitely wasn’t a brain – of the demon. It yelps out in agony, slumping to the ground as ichor oozes from its many wounds. You watch as brisk movements suddenly have a chain wrapped around the mass of the demon. “You don’t need to be scared.” A voice calls from beyond the large body of the demon. “It’s dead.” The voice is lower this time, like the person holding that tone also held some deep regrets.

Standing from the bush you were crouched in, you brush off the dirt from your trousers. “Scared? Please, I was bored waiting for you to finally finish off the damn thing.” You snap back, circling round the corpse.

Mussed silver hair and those eyes… they bore into your very soul when they meet your own. He had to be the same age as you, maybe older. He carried himself in such a way that you were drawn to take a step closer. “I don’t know whether to applaud or roll my eyes. You obviously have an attitude problem.” He scoffs, tossing the muddled hoe to the side. “It’s dangerous to just stand around, come with me.”

A giggle falls from your lips before you can stifle it. “With you? So you can yell another demon to its death? I think I can handle myself.” His eyes track your movement as you pull a sharp dagger from your belt. You flip it in the air, catching it by the handle with ease.

He rolls his eyes this time. “A few party tricks will wind up with you dead,” He mutters, nodding his head toward the treeline. “Besides, we don’t have much time before the selection is finished.” Ah, he was right about that. It was better to stick with someone who knew their way out of this forest, because if there was one thing you weren’t good at, it was directions.

You kick at the dirt, the dust spreading onto a few kikus by a tree stump. “Fine, but you’re sharing your Ohagi.” You demand, trotting up to stand next to him. He peers down at you, some of his hair falling into his lavender eyes. You get a flashback to your little brother and how the same thing would happen to him. It’s a simple action, but you regret it as soon as his eyes dart from your hand back to your eyes.

He catches your wrist, pulling it from his face. “Don’t touch me.” He growls, but quickly clears his throat, letting go of your arm. “And I am not sharing my Ohagi.”

2 years later

That’s it, you were going to quit. Sanemi stares deadpanned toward the recently slaughtered demon, his nichirin sword covered in ichor. He then darts his gaze toward your figure, which also happens to be covered in demon ichor. “Nemi…don’t make me take this sword and shove it so far up your-”

There’s a loud crack from behind you. Another demon looms out from behind a tree, drooling from its maw. A sigh deflates from your mouth, pissed at the interruption. You’d have to deal with Nemi later because now it was your turn to show off. The swordsmiths had trouble with you having less muscle density than the rest of the slayers. But when they saw how talented you were with close range daggers, they took that with stride.

You pull your long blade dagger from its sheath, grinning at the large demon. “Remember, don’t get distracted-”

“Kind of need you to shut up in order to do that Emi,” You crack your neck, beckoning the sludge-like demon toward you. “Come on fucker, I have a warm bath to take before this uniform is completely ruined.” You taunt, bouncing from foot to foot, channeling a wind style Sanemi had taught you. Out of the corner of your eye you can see a grin cock up the corner of his lips as you twist into formation. Focus glazes over your eyes as the muscles in your body harden. Your breath is almost non-existent as you set your target on the blobby creature. It wasn’t fit to be called a demon, more akin to something so close to death it was barely alive.

Your nichirin sword hums with untapped potential, ready to explode forth and cut your target to shreds. You were practically giddy with excitement as your left foot slides forward, completing the set up. Just as the monster lets out a screeching roar you surge forward. The blade of your weapon cuts through its skin, severing an arm off with a high pitched yelp.

Flipping back, you send a sharp gust of cold wind slicing open its abdomen. It has enough sense to peer down at its open belly, watching what insides it did have become part of the world around it. You suck in the brisk air around you, summoning a trick of your own; ice. A sharp dagger-like icicle appears in front of your chest, hovering in the current you still had summoned. You shut your eyes, picturing the icicle shooting through the girthy neck of your opponent. Then at once, everything is silent – even Sanemi. “Woah, where'd you learn how to do that?” He exclaims, his lavender gaze attached to where your summoned weapon had pinned the dangling – and headless – body of the low-grade demon against a tree. You let go of your focus too quickly, falling to your knees on the forest floor. Sanemi whips his head to observe you. “Hey, you alright? Hey come on, don’t start playing jokes on me-” His voice is cut off, not by anything else except your consciousness slipping away into nothing.

The soft morning light stirs you from your slumber, a crow cawing incessantly outside. Your eyes blink open slowly, a throbbing pinch shooting from your head down your neck. You groan, shifting your sore body under the white blanket. Where were you? Your throat is unexpectedly moist and you feel fine except the stabbing pain in your head. It’s then you can hear the soft breathing of someone else. You peer to your side noting the spikey white hair you knew all too well. His arm is outstretched, his fingertips gingerly gripping your hand. Suddenly – your throat seems to dry up. What? Why is he sleeping there? Your brows knit together as you watch this boy who played up his hard exterior; be unguarded. It was baffling to observe him soundly sleeping over the side of your mattress. His long lashes brush against his squished cheeks and there’s a part in your chest that aches as you watch him. That aching steadily blooms into a warmth that makes your head throb even more.

Somehow, you’d ended up in the infirmary. Somehow, Sanemi was sleeping by your side. Somehow… the promise you made yourself before entering the Final Selection slips away. There was room – in your heart you mean – for him. It was dangerous how much you yearned to brush your finger against his cheek. “What have you done to me…?” You whispered aloud, leaning your head to Sanemi’s level. “Why do I want to keep you around?”

His eyes twitch, before languidly opening. The first thing they find is your gaze, locking onto the fact you were staring at him. That fuzzy purple color darkens as he wakes up. His lips curve into a smile, but drop into a stern frown once he sits back on his knees. You don’t want to notice, but his hand still clasps yours tightly. “Tch, what the hell were you thinking, faintin’ like that? Your ass was lucky I was there to haul you back to the corps. My back fuckin’ hurts.” He rolls his eyes, but his thumb is gently stroking the back of your hand. He was right. What is wrong with you? He’s frustrated with you but all you can think about is how nice his warm hand feels against yours.

You clear your throat. “Emi, I’m sorry-” He snaps a fierce look in your direction.

“Shut yer trap, I’m not done chastising you.” He gripes, huffing out a large breath. “You are the biggest asshole I know. You’re blessed to have such an outstanding friend like me. Anyone else would’ve left you there. Now where’s my reward for savin’ yer ass?” He raises his brows gesturing to himself.

It’s the medication you tell yourself – that’s why you do it. Your lips brush against his cheek in a delicate peck. With how your heart was hammering in your chest that action was scarier than slaying demons. His reaction – it’s not much to go off considering he freezes mid sentence. “Thank you,” you whisper in a hushed voice, too nervous that loud noises would scare him off. He’s staring, open mouthed, at you.

A jolt runs through him and he briskly turns his head away from you. “N-next time just say thank you like a normal person…idiot.” He rubs his free hand along the nape of his neck, trying to keep his face out of your line of vision – but you’ve always been observant and your eyes widen as you see the tips of his ear rouge. What you wouldn’t give to see his face right now, but his grip on your hand was enough to tide you over for now. The sun glints off of a vase stuffed with an assortment of kikus. Just like them, something beautiful was budding here.

1 year later

People were everywhere. It’s not that you had an issue with large groups, but usually when you were surrounded by this many bodies you were killing them. You’d be lying if you said the thought hadn’t crossed your mind. You feel on edge, but then you catch the smiling face of Sanemi Shinazugawa; newest Hashira. You tilt your head, grinning to yourself as you watch him from afar chatting with the flower Hashira – her little sister attached to her leg – and the much larger stone Hashira. Master Ubuyashiki grins widely at something Sanemi has said, placing a hand on his back. He fits in so well among the elite slayers. “I’m glad they finally made him a Hashira.” A voice mutters from beside you. Your skin crawls with shock that you hadn’t picked up on someone being this close to you. Turning your head you meet the deep azure gaze of Giyu Tomioka, the water pillar. His presence is a wash of serenity. Maybe it’s because he doesn’t talk much or because you could feel the sorrow emanating from him. Was it some sort of requirement to go through tragedy to become a Hashira? If so, they should’ve recruited you a while ago. You scoff at your own joke, bringing Giyu’s transfixed gaze back to you. “Do you not think he’s fit?” Ah, there’s been a misunderstanding. You know what Giyu is asking, but the part of your brain that had grown since a year ago lets a salacious gaze rack up the uniform of the man across the garden.

You find yourself clenching your thighs together. “Mmm, that's not it at all.” You hum, nodding toward Sanemi. “He’s going to save us all.” You don’t mean to say the last part out loud, but Giyu gives you a long, pondering look.

There’s footsteps in front of you and you realize Sanemi has wandered toward you. “Good evening ma’am,” he bows his head and scoops up your hand. “Would you like to take a walk?” He inquires, shooting a glare toward the water Hashira. Giyu brushes off the line of territory Sanemi has seemingly drawn.

“I’m glad to know we share the same sentiment, Miss Yn,” He takes a step back, bowing his head. “I bid you both goodnight.” He says curtly, then disappears around the master’s house.

Sanemi squeezes your hand, bringing your attention back to him. “I don’t like the way he looks at you.” He mutters. You let out a chuckle, amused by how wrong he could be when he was so smart. “Don’t laugh.” He huffs. He was so cute like this… if only you could just tell him how much he meant to you. Sanemi guides the both of you toward a wisteria tree, stopping under its leaves. “Y’know, I want to thank these trees,” His gaze wanders the branches.

You smile, following the many petals of the flowering tree. “Why? Because they help you kill demons?” You tease. He did love his demon killing. A rumbling chuckle rattles through his chest. You swear you can feel the vibration in your intertwined hands.

His gaze is soft as it falls to your face. “No,” he breathes. It’s like a magnet – being drawn to his lips. When you’re close enough to feel his hot breath against your nose he opens his mouth again. “Because they brought us together.”

You’d never been to the entertainment district to view fireworks, but if they were anything like the buzzing happening against the back of your head – you still don’t think they’d compare. Sanemi gently slides his hand through your hair, caressing the back of your head. You share a trembling breath with him as your mouths clumsily slot together. A breeze brushes along the hanging flowers causing some of them to flutter to the ground. You watch them in the reflection of his eyes as his other hand rubs against your cheek.

He presses his forehead against yours, shutting his eyes like a starved man. You both are panting, but you can’t look away from his swollen lips. “S-Sanemi,” you start. His eyes open instantly. “I think I’ve…” You swallow hard, feeling heat rise to your cheeks.

If there was one thing you knew for certain, Sanemi wasn’t a patient man. “You’re really bad at this,” He chuckles. “I know. I like you too, yeah?”

Yeah, fireworks didn’t have shit on this.

8 months later

Sanemi grunts as you slip out from underneath the sheets. The warming glow of the sun basks your room in glorious light. “Mmph, come back to bed,” His strong arms wrap around your waist, holding you in place. A grin spreads across your lips.

“Well, mister Wind Hashira, I need to go train. Now, let go.” You reply, pushing lightly on his muscled arm. He pouts, burrowing his head in your back.

“Nuh-uh,” he huffs, taking in a deep breath of your scent. “You smell divine, it’s fuckin’ infuriatin’.” He pops up, placing his chin on your shoulder. You roll your eyes with a laugh. Sanemi and you had added a few things to your friendship; like sleeping in the same bed. After a long day of work there was nothing more heavenly than walking through his door. It was home and you’d be damned if anything would happen to it. You both had yet to cross into the zone of no return – sex. You kissed… a lot, but everything halted there. No funny business. There was an understanding that this was something special, but both of you were scared to step over the line. Maybe you weren’t ready. Maybe after you became a Hashira – to become equal enough to walk by his side. “What’s my pretty girl thinking about?”

Without a second beat you answer honestly. “Training until I drop.”

3 years later… present day.

You bow your head. “Master,” you greet. Ubuyashiki’s illness had worsened over the years to an alarming degree. Of course, you wouldn’t say anything out loud, but it kept you up at night. He taps the wooden deck next to him.

“Come, sit my child.” He gazes at you until you brush your uniform skirt underneath yourself. The pale light blue of your haori refracts the sun brushing through the petals of wisteria trees. “You take great honor in what you accomplish. I must say, I’m very proud.” He smiles and it’s the kind of warmth that makes you want to melt into his embrace.

You bow your head, hiding the flush rushing to your cheeks. “Thank you Master.” He places a hand on your shoulder.

He lifts his gaze to the whispering breeze. “I think it’s time you join our Hashira meetings.” His gaze swoops to look over the once small girl he knew. “You’ve grown Yn and I need people willing to grow on my side.” His grip on your shoulder tightens. “Now go, tell Sanemi.” Your mouth opens wide before snapping shut. You stand, politely dismissing yourself before rushing out the main gate of the estate. Your heart is pounding as you sprint back home. A Hashira…finally. You couldn’t believe it. All this effort, work, waiting, it was worth it. You couldn’t wait to see the look on Sanemi’s face. You’d kiss him a million times.

Your legs ache from yesterday’s training, but you push through the soreness. Hashira’s weren’t perfect, they felt pain – but having the title of Hashira was overcoming that pain to succeed in your goal. Was Ubuyashiki testing to see if you could run back to Sanemi? You’re sweating as you turn into the Wind Manor. “Sanemi!” You call, noting his sandals near the deck. “My love!” The words surprise you, but the excitement swelling in your chest overcomes the anxiety that Sanemi would find issue with it.

You trod further into your home, slipping off your boots as you step onto the deck. Sliding open the screen may have been a mistake, because you scream at the sudden presence of Sanemi on the ground. He’s wearing a stupid grin, the scars on his forehead smiling as well. Kiku and wisteria petals surround him – him on one knee. Staring up at you with a golden band pinched between his fingers. “Yn, you make me feel like those broken parts of me that always scream about how awful I am… can finally be mended. You’ve given me everything without even trying. You’re the only person who’s made me feel like I’m worth something. I want that feeling forever… marry me petal. Make me whole. I know we’re young, but with our profession, who knows how much time we’ll have left. I promise I’ll treat you right.” The past 7 years flood through your brain. The universe had put this man into your life when all you thought about was death. In part it was due to having to slaughter the only family member you had left right before the Final Selection. Your little brother had gotten mixed up with the wrong crowd and as his caregiver – you took care of him until the very end.

Here was Sanemi, perfect with all his obvious issues. He’d been through so much; you’d been through so much together. He stood by you, yet you felt trepidations about accepting his proposal. He was strong, strong enough to protect you – but could you do the same? He’d been a Hashira much longer than you, seen what kind of dangers are out there. You reach up to trace the scar above his eyebrow. All those years ago he would’ve smacked your hand away, but he leans into your touch now. You were with him for most of the conception of these scars, so why were you jealous of such a permanent part of his body?

“Yes.” You mutter, the word catching on your tongue. “I love you Sanemi Shinazugawa.” Your eyes meet and before you can choke on regret he kisses all the worries away. Your heart soars in your chest, but there’s a sinking feeling that something awful was going to tear the one good thing in your life away because you finally accepted you wanted to be happy.

He grabs you and kisses you all over your face. “Let’s tell Ubuyashiki in the morning. With his blessin’ we’ll practically be married. You and me. Husband and wife.” A huge grin takes over both of your faces. What a beautiful melody those words were.

If the world was about to burn though, you’d give into every carnal desire before it has a chance to fuck everything up. This meant taking the man currently trying to hide his erection to the bedroom you’ve kept innocent; until tonight. You were going to go out fucking or fighting.

His hard face – the one he shows to everyone else, except you – melts away and is replaced by a genuine smile. “I love you too petal.” The world could wait, right now was just for the two of you. You feed into his kisses, pushing against him with filthy intentions. “Fuck, s’good,” He whispers against your swollen lips. You hadn’t realized, but your hands had worked his hair into a complete mess. “You’re driving me crazy, wife.” The word swipes you off your feet, causing you to falter in your attempts to unbuckle his belt. You blink up at him, furrowing your brows. His head tilts to the left, grinning the way he always does around you. “Got something you want to say gorgeous?” You huff out a frustrated sigh as you take a step back from him.

“Sanemi.” You start. He quirks a brow, delightedly watching you. No time like the present to be honest with yourself. “I want to fuck you.” You finish off, observing his face drop from all snark to surprise. His mouth opens like he wants to say something, but then he shuts it immediately. “Do you like the sound of that, husband?” Two could play this game. His eyes darken as he takes in your figure.

A hum rumbles through his throat as he takes a confident step toward you. “You want to fuck me or you want me to fuck you?” He cocks a smirk onto his lips, crossing those ungodly arms across his dipping neckline. You swallow, bashfully meeting his gaze. It was annoying how much of an effect he had on you. Normally you’d be fine flirting with him, but the tingling sensation running down your thighs was starting to make you nervous.

“B-both,” You sputter out, standing your ground as the tips of his feet brush against yours. He bends down next to your ear, letting you revel in the sight of his chest. Your eyes trace the jagged lines of his criss-cross scar. Mmm, X marks the spot.

His hot breath fans across your neck, sending shots of magma through your body. “Mmm, you sure you can handle all of me? ‘Cause I’m not holding back on you even if you are my wife.” The way he tests the latter word on his tongue makes you squirm in place. “I can barely stop myself from ripping into your uniform as it is.”

Sanemi backs you against the far wall of your home. “Don’t think you can command me around like all those kakushi.” You pout. He caresses your cheek, leaning in for a kiss.

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” This kiss is different from the rest, it’s hungry – starving even. His rough palms are somehow more demanding than they’ve ever been. Your fingers trace the neckline of his uniform, rubbing your thumb across his pectoral scar. His muscles tense under your touch, his lips breaking from yours to pant out a shuddering groan. A fluttering buzz makes it hard to breathe. His head is bent to stare at your fingers, hair hanging in his face. You wanted to ruin him and be ruined by him. Your body is at war with itself. How perfect Sanemi is, you wanted to be the only one to see him come undone.

Your fingers find his belt and his hands firmly plant themselves on either side of your head. It startles you when he lays his forehead against your shoulder, breathy grunts fall from his mouth – it only drives you forward in your actions. His belt slides somewhat easily free from the loops on his breaches. You unloop the button, slipping your hand underneath the clothing. A strangled hiss slides out his throat. “Shit, you’re goin’ to be the death of me.”

Sanemi groans as you free his stiff cock from his pants. Your breath catches in your throat as you observe the length and girth of him. The color bleeds into an angry red and you swear he muffles a whimper against your skin. “That’s it baby, look at what you’ve done to me.” You glance at the back of his head then back to the beautiful apex of his thighs. You’d only seen drawings of phalluses or heard the other women chat about them. Never did you think you’d be at a loss for words when staring at one. “Ha, you goin’ to say somethin’ or just stare at me? S’startin’ to make me nervous.” He lifts his head to finally meet your gaze with lust filled eyes. A large gulp works its way through your throat, all the while Sanemi watches with rapt attention.

“Maybe I like watching you squirm.” His brows raise as he mulls over your words. He wraps his warm hand around your wrist, leading it to his groin. He stares into your eyes the whole time, studying your reaction. It’s suddenly gotten a lot harder to breathe as your fingertips brush against the burning skin of his cock.

“Oh? You like that huh? Maybe I should give you a better look at it.” He guides your hand down his shaft, groaning when he forms your hand around his base. Sanemi shifts his hips, sliding his cock through your rounded fist. “Damn it… just keep going – just like that.” His brows draw together and your thighs clench together. Seeing Sanemi horny and losing himself to the feeling of your hand was going to be seared into your brain. It was so wet between your legs…so wet and empty.

Your heart is seemingly trying to crawl out of your throat, but you feel so high from pleasuring him. Confidence was starting to take over the initial nerves. “So tough all the time… but you’re completely at my mercy,” You pant out, feeling the heat rise to the tip of your scalp. It was surprising you didn’t spontaneously combust with the sight in front of you.

“Mmmhm, as wonderful as that sounds,” He shuts his eyes, trying to regain his focus. “I’m goin’ shut that pretty mouth of yours up,” Before you can wonder what he means, he shows you by pushing you to your knees. “Open,” He commands, backing up to behold your flushed cheeks and obliging mouth. You were paradise on earth. His cock is aching without your touch so he covers his length with a free hand, pumping himself like a horny teenager before you. You reduced him to pure desires and he couldn’t decide if that would be for your betterment… or your demise. “Suck it.”

He brushes his weeping tip across your lips, creating a work of art in the process. He could stare at this all day long. Then – with one languid movement – he’s inside your warm wet mouth. He tosses his head back, his muscles flexing with enough tension they could snap. A sense of pride shoots through you, but something inside your own brain short circuits when he moans out your name. Suddenly you’re gripping his hips like a mad woman, digging your nails into his skin as you bob your head down his length – stopping at his base to hold all of him in your mouth. His legs are twitching and the stifled moans above you just drive you to swirl your tongue around the underside of his cock, where a long vein trails up to the tip. You follow it with the tip of your tongue until you meet his slit. From all the information you’ve gathered, this – this – was the most sensitive part of a man.

You’re not sure what compels you to dip your tongue into the leaking hole, dancing your tongue across it while working your hands across the parts not covered by your mouth. The saliva you’d left behind and whatever was coming out of his tip made the movements easy. There were noises filling the room – one’s you’d be hearing echo off these walls for eternity. The wet squelching mixes with Sanemi’s whimpering moans in your favorite melody.

Sanemi’s hand twitches to the back of your head, wrapping your hair around his flushed hands. “E-enough,” He hisses, pulling you away by your hair. You glare up at him. It’s hard to not shove you back on his cock when you look like that.

Your lips are bruised, the corners red and splotchy. Drool drips from your mouth and there’s a look in your eyes that makes Sanemi hoist you to your feet. He wasn’t going to cum unless it was inside that sweet cunt of yours. He was going to press you into the mattress until you were with his child. Suddenly his mind is blank, the only thought on rotation being ‘fill her to the brim.’

He guides you into the bedroom where the mattresses are already rolled out. Had he been thinking about this as he set up the proposal? Was the night meant to lead to this very moment? Sanemi envelopes you in his arms, kissing the tip of your nose. “Don’t you think s’unfair I’m the only one undressing?” His voice is so calm and low it goes straight from your ears to your core.

You drop your hands to the buttons on your uniform. “If you’re that eager then maybe you should help me out.” His gaze follows your hands, zeroing in on the sliver of your neck revealed. You peel back the layer of your haori, the blue fabric tumbling to the ground in a heap. Next is the top part of your uniform, slipping off the white undershirt as well. Your chest is almost bare in front of him, negating the cloth that winds around your chest. The rounds of your breasts only emphasize the heavy breaths falling from your mouth. Sanemi groans, biting into his lip. “What’s that? You were all talk just a moment ago.” You undo the clip.

Sanemi sucks in a breath, his gaze growing darker. “Describin’ your beauty takes time,” He whips his eyes up to meet yours. He cocks a grin, slowly dropping to your pebbled nipples. “As you know, m’not a man of pretty words,” He cups one of his massive hands under the heft of your chest. In an instant his lips plant a delectable kiss against the throbbing nub. The sensation rushes through your system, eliciting a pitiful moan to escape past your lips. His gaze flicks to you, watching with fire behind his expression. His lips curl into a smile against your breast. “Haa… shit, you’re really something else, huh?” A flush rushes from the tips of your toes to the crown of your head. Sanemi trails wicked kisses to your jaw, stopping to visit your mouth. The corners of your mouth sting from pushing all of him in – but the pain only brings about more pleasure. Your eyes flutter shut as he grazes his teeth on your bottom lip. The grip on his shoulders tighten as you tremble with arousal.

One muscular arm dips between your thighs, cupping your mound. He scoffs, quirking that damn brow of his. “Were you plannin’ on sharin’ how wet you are f’me, sweetheart?” He growls, bringing his hand to your lips – smearing your arousal across them. His brows narrow as you squeeze your thighs together, squirming desperately in front of him. “Ha, you need somethin’?”

You break, annoyed at the unbearable desire roaring through you. “Damn it Sanemi, stop teasing me – do something.” You huff, placing yourself in between the sleeping mats. You raise your legs and spread them wide for him. He throws his head back in a dark chuckle.

Kneeling down beside you he runs his warm hands up your thighs. “Guessin’ all those lessons in patience from Gyomei didn’t exactly… pay off?” He snarks, brushing the bottom of your skirt out of the way. You roll your eyes, fed up with his attitude.

“Everyone has their breaking point, Sanemi.” You grunt, turning your face away from him. He takes this as an opportunity to run his thumb along your slit. Your body straightens, a breathy moan blasting out of you. He was playing dirty.

You whisk your burning gaze back to him, still wearing the frustrated expression. “Mmm, don’t worry pretty girl, I’m about to show you yours.” He dips his head between your thighs, lapping at the plush skin where your stockings dug in. You can feel his smile. “You know, Iguro was right.” He hums, kissing circles on your inner thigh while his thumb massages the other. You couldn’t focus on what he was musing about – too focused on the excitement of having this man, whole. “Givin’ stockings to a girl was great advice.” He captures the fabric between his teeth, leisurely taking it off your leg. “Now m’constantly between your legs.”

Why did he say these things? Now whenever you pull your stockings on he’s all you’re going to be thinking about. Not that he wasn’t already constantly on your mind. “You’re so unfair,” You pout, wishing there was something you could tease him about – but as you gaze over your bare chest the next breath catches in your throat.

Sanemi has your leg outstretched against his chest, tossing your stockings to the side. They flutter through the air like they were glad he touched them. Lucky bitches. He eyes you as he kisses your ankle, raking his teeth against the tendons. He swoops his hand under your calf, heaving your left leg over his shoulder. “The more I hear you complain the more I want to fuck you until that pretty voice can’t talk anymore.” He doesn’t wait for you to respond, sweeping his tongue against your folds.

A startled whimper careens from within you. His tongue laps up your sex, finding its way to your entrance. You were panting now, gripping the sheets like your life depending on it. If you let go you might float up to the gods. “F-fuck,” you moan, squirming under his minstrations. This only drives his actions to a higher level as he moves his fingers to enter your weeping cunt. “Ahh, oh–” Your body is tensing around his finger and before you get used to one of his digits working in and out of you he adds another. You squeeze your thighs around his head as he flicks his tongue against your throbbing clit. “Yes, Sanemi, right there,” you call out, your voice pitched higher than usual. The tandem of his tongue and fingers had your thighs trembling with the growing high of your impending orgasm.

His head squirms free from the apex of your thighs. “S’my girl, I want your cum on my tongue,” He commands breathily. Without instruction you spread your legs for him, his pace heightening your senses as he carries you over the edge. Throaty moans and whimpers shake past your lips as you clench down.

Sanemi slips his fingers out of you, panting as he finds your eyes. He reaches his hand to your mouth, sliding the tips of his pointer and middle finger into your mouth. “S’pretty when you cum,” He hums watching you take his fingers inside your mouth. “Makes me wanna devour you,” He tilts his head following your gaze – straight to his neglected cock. “Heh, I have three guesses as to what you want from me and the first two don’t count.” He takes his fingers back, popping them into his own mouth. “A good night’s rest?” He inquires. You shake your head. “Maybe a cute little dog?” You shake your head again. He smirks. “Ahh, that’s right. You have to be overworked to fall asleep. My girl has to be brought to the brink of death before she’s satisfied. Isn’t that right?” He coos, positioning himself closer to your core. You nod eagerly, words apparently forgotten.

He curls his hands around your calves, yanking you closer to him and wrapping your legs around his hips. “Then who am I to deny my darling?” You wait with bated breath as he lines the head of his cock against your entrance. A sharp breath fills your lungs as he pushes gently into your wet walls, clenching around him. “S’tight.” He mutters as his hips shift forward. He holds your hips still as he burrows deeper. There’s a pinching sensation as your cunt welcomes him. “Sorry, s’sorry, doin’ s’good.” He whispers, but your pain gradually flares into an overwhelming pleasure.

His slow methodical movements turn ravenous as he shoves his length into your greedy pussy. “S’takin’ all of me, such a good girl,” He pants, thrusting with desperation – chasing his own orgasm but focusing on the spot that makes you scream his name. “S’it,” He’s driving deeper and deeper, the slapping noise of skin against skin filling the room. He’s whining about how heavenly you are, promising to stay inside of you forever.

You throw your head back against the pillow. “Cum for me, s’my girl, just like that.” He praises, studying the way your body shakes with burning pleasure. His encouragement floods you, your second orgasm of the night rushing through you with tingling stars. Your cunt cinches around him, eliciting a whiny moan from his lips.

He pounds into you relentlessly, spewing apologetic moans your way. Soon enough his hot cum fills your pussy in a beautiful mess. You feel so full, it’s the kind of pressure you enjoy. He’s taken aback by how much he likes seeing your pussy stuffed with his cum. He fucks it into you, begging you to mother his children. The oozing climax slips past the seal of Sanemi’s cock, trickling down your thighs. The sensation tickles and if you had any part of your mind right now you’d be worried about the sheets. Tears roll down your face, half from happiness, half from being dicked down. He immediately catches your tears, eyes widening. “Are you okay?” He exclaims, bending to check on you. You nod your head, smiling. He blows out a breath. “Gosh, you had me worried…” He trails off, shyly rubbing the back of his neck. “You should only cry when you’re with me ‘kay? So I can be there to wipe your tears.” There’s a moment where you both stare at each other, dumb smiles on your faces. He kisses your forehead, then your nose, then your lips. “I love you, petal. I’m never going to leave you.” He promises.

After washing up together you lay in his arms. The night was filled with the promise of eternal love. One that wouldn’t die so easily. Once you fall asleep, the golden band on your ring finger, Sanemi slips out of your home. Before he’s completely out of the door he halts near a table – quickly scrawling the happy news of your engagement to the only other person he cherished; his little brother. He hands the note to Sorai, that way Genya was bound to hear the news the quickest. He’s the happiest he’s ever been. He wants to shout from the rooftops, but he’s on a mission to find fresh flowers for his beloved wife – well soon to be wife. He rounds his mansion, one that wouldn’t be complete without you inside of it, heading for the dirt road that leads to a small patch of kikus. He gathers a couple of the delicate flowers within his hands, stopping under the moonlight to appreciate their beauty. He pulls a line of twine from his pocket, wrapping them together.

But he never makes it back.

With a sore throat you groan as the morning sun bleeds into your room. It appears you’d slept through most of the morning. You reach out to pat the area next to you, expecting to find the sturdy frame of the man who commanded you not to wash out his cum. A bashful grin finds its way onto your face as you remember the previous hours. Your hand doesn’t bump into anything except fabric. Where had he gone? You planned to go see Master first thing in the morning together. You sit up, clutching the sheet to your body – suddenly too cold. “S-Sanemi?” You call out, your voice hoarse.

There’s no reply, in fact the house has never been this hauntingly quiet before. An ache coils around your heart. Where was your love? You take a moment to calm your breathing, trying to think of possibilities other than he’d left you. He’d left you and was never coming back. Last night was just so he could get his fill and when he walked through the doors of his house, he wouldn’t want you to still be there. A sick warmth spreads thorns inside your stomach.

It takes you a few minutes to get ready, hissing as your back aches with strained muscles. Your pussy throbs around nothing, begging to be stuffed again and again. You’d have to have a word with her about that later, especially if your betrothed was thinking about breaking off the engagement. He wouldn’t do that…right?

Outside the morning is a flurry of crows and a light breeze. You squint into the sunlight, concern breaking through your faux calmness. Why were there so many crows circling the mansion? “Yn,” You jump at the sound of your name, bringing your gaze downward to the snake Hashira. Your face scrunches into sorrow as your lips quiver. His eyes are all you need to see before you rush into his arms, breaking down. Obanai allows you to cling onto him, brushing a hand down your back in what comfort he could muster. His mind was otherwise occupied. He couldn’t bear listening to your sobs for much longer. Damn it Sanemi, where the hell were you? That’s when the snake Hashira catches the glimmer of a golden band around your finger. His eyes darken.

“Wh-what am I supposed to do?” You whimper, nestled into the crook of Obanai’s neck. He releases a sigh, moving his hands to your shoulders. He moves you so that you’re looking into his eyes. He tries to hide the worry, but you’d grown up being able to read the emotions of eyes. Even in your state, it was clear – something was wrong.

He shuts his eyes, hissing out a breath. When he opens his eyes he’s not looking at you. “We’re not sure. Sanemi made a big fuss yesterday about introducing his wife to everyone so we were all supposed to meet at Master’s estate. We waited all morning…” He trails off, turning his gaze to the sky where the afternoon sun was being covered by clouds. “He’s missing.”

Those words echoed in your head for the next two weeks. You sat in the wind manor, blank. It was like someone had pushed the reset button on you. Mitsuri tried to get you to eat, visiting you every meal time with a delicious smelling plate of food. Your stomach was tied in knots so you were unable to eat much of it. Shinobu had visited you too, checking your vitals and making sure you at least sat outside for an hour. Everyone was trying to help, some with the search party, others with looking after you.

It was pitiful, the way you had to be taken care of every day because you couldn’t even muster moving your eyes. If you did, anything you’d see would remind you of the aching loss blooming in your body. There were times you sat and cried, staring at a wall.

Love had splintered into pieces of the past. You were too numb to feel anything.

A month passes and the one feeling that surfaces is resentment – to yourself. What a waste of space. You were a Hashira, apparently inept at doing her job. You let your grief take over your body instead of assisting the rest of the corps who were working tirelessly to find…Sanemi. His name. It had repeated over and over in your head. It dances through your gray matter, sinking into your brain. Pumped through your veins until he consumed all of you.

The dark early morning sky casts a glowing hue through your window. In a way the darkness was comforting because all the sun did was illuminate that you were alone.

Get up. Find him. You stumble into a standing position, bracing yourself on the wall next to you. A rushing nausea fills your stomach. Your eyes widen as you rush outside, vomiting into the gravel. You fall to your hands and knees on the deck as the clamminess sticks to your body. A shudder courses through you as the little food you’d eaten leaves your body. Then it’s just dry heaving, tears streaming down your face as the acid stings your throat.

You hold your stomach, hoping the pain is finally over. The tears pushed out of your body from vomiting continue, but now from the pain of loss. Sanemi would’ve taken care of you. He’d know what to do in moments like these. You bring your head to the sky, sobbing through the night.

Your throat aches as you wake up with a start, nausea swimming around again. You curse as you scramble outside to the very same spot you’d visited earlier this morning. Once the ordeal is over, you sit there perplexed. You collect yourself, stepping into the gravel. Your body is shivering as you start walking towards Butterfly mansion.

Shinobu perks up when you walk through her door. “Yn?” She tilts her head, scanning your body with concern. “What’s wrong?” As if she wasn’t going to inspect you until she found out. You push a weak grin onto your lips.

A limp arm points to your stomach. “Vomit. I keep throwing up.” Her eyes widen, something crossing through them. You were so tired and there was an awful cramp twisting your guts into a mess.

“Okay, come lay down here.” She motions for you to lay down on a cot next to her. “I’m going to ask you some questions,” She starts, peeking at you for confirmation. You nod your head, collapsing back onto the bed. She gulps, pulling up a stool next to you. “Do you usually get sick in the morning?” You nod. This elicits a shaky breath to leave her mouth. “Are you eating well? What about sleep?” You shake your head, a fucked up grin lining your lips.

“What’s the point in any of that?” You laugh, turning your head away from her. You couldn’t stand having her look at you with such pity. She reaches out her hand, grasping your arm gently.

“Yn, when’s the last time you had your monthly bleed?” She asks with such a soft voice you turn back to her, brows drawn together. What did that have to do with anything? Though, now that you’re thinking about it…

“I haven’t had one since earlier last month.” You whisper. Shinobu’s face falls, a curse under her breath. She sucks in that same breath before standing from her stool. “What is it?” Your mind felt fuzzy, almost clouded.

She clasps her hands together, facing the empty room. “Yn… I think you’re pregnant…” She whips her gaze back to you. “With Sanemi’s baby.”

The color drains from your face and your pulse quickens. No. No it couldn’t be. From one time? Was that even possible? A violent shake jolts through you as you start to wail. “How could you!? How could you leave me here!?” You cover your face with the back of your arm as you continue to cry, although it was closer to the yowl of a cat.

A baby. His baby. Your baby.

What a joyous occasion.

3 months later

You glance around the home you’d shared with the love of your life. Now, there was no life in this mansion. The walls had watched you cry yourself to sleep every night, it was probably time you gave them a break. “Don’t worry Miss Yn, I’ll make sure to clean it up just in case.” Tanjiro, a spitfire swordsman exclaims. You muster a sorrowful smile as you pat his head. You hope he never experiences loss like you have.

Though you’re pretty sure someone told you his whole family had been murdered except his kid sister, who was now a demon. Okay, maybe he had it worse than you did, but the smile on his lips was a testament to how strong willed he was. A pang of pride shoots through you. “Thank you, Tanjiro.” You walk outside, turning to glance at the structure one last time, holding your growing stomach. “Say goodbye little one.” You whisper. Goodbye my love. It’s almost like you can see him leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, waving goodbye to you.

Ubuyashiki instructed Giyu and Obanai to accompany you to a small village east of the corps. There was a small house waiting for you to quietly have your babies and raise them away from the dangerous headquarters. The journey was long, about a week away.

When your small group finally stepped into the village there was a welcome party. Swordsmith village; a place only Hashira knew the way to. Usually Kakushi would have to exchange visitors on their backs to keep the location secretive.

They welcome you with open arms, showing you to the small house where you’d be staying. “Go ahead, I’m sure you’ll want to rest.” Giyu motions for you to go inside, a slight smile on his lips. You’re worried, why would he be smiling? With a tentative hand you push open the door. There’s a figure in the middle of the room, long spiky hair falling down their shoulders. You yelp at the sight, falling back into Obanai’s chest.

“Don’t just stand there Shinazugawa, greet your sister.” He chastises gruffly from behind you. The last name sends chills down your back as it finally clicks.

Genya Shinazugawa turns on his heel, an all too familiar face greeting you. The breath in your lungs whoosh out. “Hey there Yn.” He bows his head, jolting when he sees the tears welling in your eyes. It’s involuntary when you rush into his arms. He tentatively holds you before tightening his grip. “S’gonna be okay. They’ll find ‘em.” He whispers against your shoulder. “S’gonna be okay.” He repeats himself, almost like he was trying to comfort himself as well. You hold each other for what feels like hours, crying with each other and spending the night talking about Sanemi. For the first time since 4 months ago you feel a lightness in your chest.

Giyu and Obanai are staying in the inn not to far from your house, patrolling the perimeter of the village before turning in for the night. There’s a room on either side of the house, before coming together in a platform kitchen area and dirt entry way. Genya was going to stay with you for the duration of your pregnancy. Giyu and Obanai would always be close by as well. It was kind of like a little family. Giyu cooks, Obanai patrols, and Genya takes care of you. The thought makes you giggle to yourself, the sound of your laughter shocking you into silence. You spread your hand over the right side of the bed you lay in.

“You look gorgeous in the moonlight, did I ever tell you that?” You turn your head, met with the grinning face of your lover. The weight of the whole world lifts from your shoulders as you peer into his lilac eyes.

You shake your head. “No, I think you should tell me again.” You whisper, butting your head against his. He kisses your nose, rubbing the side of your head.

“You’re my entire world. My gorgeous, beautiful, seductive world.”

Mornings come too soon, waking you from the enchanting dreams of having Sanemi next to you. It’s been your mission to walk through the town every morning to distract you from hopeless thoughts. “Miss Yn! Miss Yn! When’s the baby coming again!?” A little girl named Momo hops around you excitedly. Her parents were farmers and she had 5 older siblings. Her hyottoko mask slips down and before it can fall she grasps the rosy cheeks with her little hands. You laugh lightly.

“Your mother will be upset if you continue bouncing around like a rabbit.” You ruffle her hair with the ease of attachment. It was true, this little girl had made her way into your aching chest, easing some of the pain. Genya trots up next to you, holding out a shiny rock. You cock your head curiously.

He rounds in front of you, halting the movement of both you and Momo. He places the shiny rock in Momo’s hands. “Here, for you m’lady.” He squats down to show her the crystalized pattern on the back of the stone. Momo gasps when she realizes how pretty the rock is.

She bounces up and down again, whooping about how Genya was the best big brother ever. He laughs but you can see the pain behind his eyes. Momo runs in circles around your legs, gripping her rock like it was the most precious thing in the world. “I think you just made a best friend.” You tease and Genya’s face spreads into a knowing grin.

His gaze flows down to your rounded tummy. “Just practicin’. I want to make him proud.” His words are like the air sucked from your lungs.

You peek at your stomach, running a hand over the bump. “You already have,” you mutter, trying to think happy thoughts as the memory of this morning’s dream tries to take over. “Momo, how about you take big brother Genya to the hot springs?” You suggest to the wide-eyed girl.

Genya doesn’t have time to react before she yanks him toward the stone stairs. You smile watching them leave. It was taking time, but you were starting to heal.

The walk to the gate doesn’t take a lot of time, but chatting with curious villagers makes it late afternoon by the time you continue your walk along the forest line. The kakumaki around your shoulders shifts as you brace against a chilling winter breeze. The air was crisp, but it reminded you of the winters spent under Sanemi’s arm, snuggled together by the fireplace.

Today was his birthday and no matter how much love you were surrounded with, you just wanted to be alone. To think about him and wish him a happy birthday.

Snow lines the pathway, pushed against the short stone wall that extended for miles on either side. A sparrow flies above your head as you continue, humming a traditional song. You adored your neighbors, but the village became stuffy with all the fluttering around you. You’re sure some of the villager girls were happy there were two male Hashira staying close by. Maybe if Giyu got laid he’d learn how to smile – or not look like a psychopath while doing so.

A grin lines your lips thinking about the friends whom you cherished so much. The air in front of you puffs out, warmth meeting the cold. Honestly, winter was your favorite season. You might be slightly partial due to your breathing style, but there was just something about peering over a field powdered in a white blanket. Trees were gray and bare, but with snow they became royalty swaying across a ballroom. There was one word for it – majestic. “Happy Birthday Emi.”

You’re about to brush some snow off the wall and perch against it when you hear a twig snap. A line snaps your head in the direction of the sound. It could very well be an animal, but they learned to avoid making noise in the winter in case a predator was around. Against every fiber of your being you call out, “Hello?”

After a few beats of silence your heart starts to calm down. Okay, so maybe you were going crazy. Wouldn’t be news to you. “Petal,” The chill that runs down your spine paralyzes you. The boots you wore were stuck to the dirt. It was such an unhuman noise. Like a growl mixed with choking. There’s nothing but the vast white staring back at you. That doesn’t stop you from rushing back toward the village, clutching the furs over your shoulders. That night Sanemi doesn’t appear in your dreams.

When you wake up, fresh snow has fallen over the village. Obania storms into your home, meeting your gaze with panicked eyes. “Thank the Gods,” He hisses, Giyu clamoring in behind him. Curiosity pierces your skin.

“What’s going on?” You interrogate. Giyu glances at the snake Hashira, his gaze avoiding you naturally.

He squeezes his eyes shut, staring intently out your window. “There’s been an attack. One of the villagers was killed last night.” His deep azure stare slides to meet yours. “By a demon.”

4 months later

Since then, multiple attacks have showered the swordsmith village with blood. “Miss Yn, is the baby going to be okay?” Momo lays on the ground of your kitchen, kicking her feet behind her. You smile as you set a plate full of ohagi in front of her. “Gee thanks!” She squeals. “Ma never lets me have these!” Great, her mom was probably going to give you a stern talking to.

You ease yourself down on the edge of the platform next to Momo. ��From how strong they are, I think they could beat up even Mister Obanai.” You chuckle, observing Momo’s eyes widen with wonder, her hyottoko mask forgotten on the ground. She jumps up excitedly and punches the air.

“Yeah! The baby can fight off the demon that killed my dad!” You wince as she brings up the first killing of the demon that had been eluding two Hashira. Three if you count yourself – which you didn’t. You pat Momo’s back, settling her down.

She leans into you, affectionately kissing your temple. “Would you like to feel the baby kick?” You offer, chuckling as Momo nearly pounces on your large baby bump. “Careful now,” You laugh. Momo’s tiny hands press against your stomach, yelping when it jolts from the baby’s movement.

“Feels like you have an army in there…” She mutters, furrowing her brows. “You sure there’s only one baby?” You raise your brows with a comical laugh. The village healer, Momo’s grandmother, must’ve been telling her about pregnancies.

You place your hand over hers. “I’m pretty sure,” At least you hope so. You barely knew what to do with one baby, let alone more. “Why don’t you get tucked in, I’m sure your mother will be home soon.” After the tragic death of her husband Momo’s mother had moved in with you after growing close due to Momo’s obsession with your baby and helping with her mother’s check ups. Having the house full of noise was a better distraction than seeing Genya’s face in the morning and feeling a thrill of excitement only to wake up more and feel the drop of sorrow again. It wasn’t fair to Genya and it was starting to give you a complex.

Genya was in the other room so it would be fine if you slipped out for a while right? The early spring night air greets you like it's been waiting. A loud crash breaks the peaceful night air. You’re immediately on guard, but it drops when Momo appears in front of you holding your nichirin daggers. “I’m gonna be a Hashira like you some day!” She yells before bolting into the forest. A part of you is honored, but then reality comes crashing down your body.

“Wait! Momo!” You screech, reaching out for her small body. She shouldn’t be out here! You try to move as fast as you can toward where she ran, but progress is slow. Your ankles are swollen and the pressure on your stomach and back make you want to roll over and die. “Momo!” You call, panic settling into your bones. “Momo come back!”

You hear rustling and your heart sores thinking she’s found her way back to you, but a rabbit bounces forth from the foliage.

A throat wrenching scream startles birds from their slumber. Your skin prickles as it continues. Then – as if sent by hell itself – Momo’s voice calls out your name before the noise goes silent. Your chest is rising and falling rapidly. No, no, no, no, no. You continue to repeat that word to yourself as you brush past branches, thorns lashing out to your skin. You’re bleeding, but you don’t care. Nothing is as important as getting to Momo.

Blood. The forest ground is covered in it. Hunched over a small figure is what you can only assume is a demon. Your training tells you as much, but the fact it’s still crunching on Momo’s leg is telling enough.

Your gut twists as you take in the scene before you. Momo had valiantly stabbed the monster with one of your daggers in the thigh. Her little hand was reaching out toward you, her glazed eyes staring into yours. Too late. You feel sick. Your body is woozy, you feel like liquid as you stumble forward. Kill it. Bile rises to your throat, you have to swallow the burning sensation down. Fucking kill it. Wet slurping noises make your nose scrunch up with disgust. You were going to throw up. Your hand is shaking as you reach for the other dagger, somehow near your feet. You’re a Hashira. Your muscles tense, yelling at your body to prolong the sobs you could feel building behind your facade.

The wind blows the smell of blood and demon toward you. Stalling your movements. Oh no, you were going to vomit. Moonlight casts a glowing light toward Momo’s corpse. Fuck, you were going to avenge her. You’re panting, body unmoving. That is until you catch the black kanji on the back of the demon. Satsu – to kill. Your body is swaying with how hard you’re breathing. “S-Sanemi?” You weep out, collapsing to your knees. Twigs and sharp pebbles dig into your skin, but the radiating shakes and adrenaline keeps you from feeling it.

Sure enough, the demon turns its body. Four horns sprout from his silver hair. The two front ones were taller than the two back ones. The tips were a deep maroon, bleeding into a soft purple. The same effect was present in the tips of his hair. His eyes reflect the moonlight – the glowing red color causing you to clamp a hand over your mouth. His uniform was across his body, revealing the chest you’d fallen asleep on. Green swirling marks snake around his chest and biceps. The bottom of his uniform was tucked into a pair of breeches, hanging low on his hips. Gone were his scars, gone was his life, gone was the man you loved.

8 months ago

“Petal.” He sneers and the noise fills you with dread. He’d been with you this whole time.

Somewhere out there was my wife and no matter what – I was going to make it back to her. The last thing I remember is sensing something near me while I was gathering flowers for her to smile at in the morning. There was a fight, I tried my best; not for me, but for her. My life was nothing until she molded me into something great. Here I was, failing her yet again.

I thrash around, feeling rope strangling my wrists. Somehow I’d been tied to a damn chair. Trained Hashira and my end was going to come from a chair. I click my tongue, what are a few more scars? I tense my muscles and attempt to break free from restraints.

An overwhelming presence washes over me as my failure resides in my heart. “Ah, you’re awake.” That voice. My jaw clicks with fury. If I just had my sword he’d be dead on the ground. I needed to find a way to escape.

“Show your face, coward.” I hiss out, squinting my eyes as the apparent bag over my head is ripped off. Before me is none other than the Demon king, Muzan Kibutsuji. His crimson eyes light up with delight as I face him with blood lust.

His raven hair is loose around his face, falling forward as he leans toward me. “Watch your tongue Shinazugawa or I might have to cut it out.” He chastises and I surge forward in the chair. I instantly regret thinking I had any chance of escaping because the wooden let down starts to fall forward – with me in it. Muzan catches the back of the chair, his scent filling my nostrils. “Careful, we wouldn’t want you getting hurt.” He sneers, settling the chair back on all four legs roughly. My blood boils with a blinding white rage.

Hurt? Wasn’t that why he captured me? To kill me? He must notice my questioning face because he straightens his waistcoat, a lecherous grin lifting his lips to expose how much of a monster he really was. “The other Hashira are going to kill you.” I spit out, the rage she had quelled in me fuming up to the top of my head.

Muzan laughs, raising his brows in amusement. “I’m sure they will.” He watches me out of the corner of his eye as he sinks his teeth into his own wrist. What the actual fuck? I turn away in disgust, bile rising to the back of my throat. Memories, they were flooding back to my mind. Surfacing the murky water I tried to submerge them in all those years ago, for her. His fingers grip my chin, yanking me to look at him. He’s towering over me and every cell inside of me wants to reach out and kill him. He dangles his wounded wrist above my mouth, forcing me to lift my head upward. My muscles are twitching as I twist my head away. A growling hiss echoes around the room as Muzan viciously positions me forward again. I want to cry. I want to whimper. I can’t. Not if I ever want to see her again.

“Fuck. You.” I sneer through squished cheeks. The demon in front of me slams his wrist down, lining it up with my half parted lips.

“You will drink orrr,” His eyes are crazy, yearning for violence. “I’ll have to go kill that pretty wife of yours.”

His blood seeps down my throat, a tickling sensation because I refuse to swallow it. It’s tangy, metallic, and awful. How dare it mix with the taste of her. “Smart choice.” The first drop reaches my gut and the urge to throw up almost overtakes me. “When I return, I hope you’ll be…” He shoves my chin away, causing my body to fall over on the ground. I hit the stone floor with a loud clack and the wind whooshes out of my mouth. My skin feels like it’s crawling with parasites. “Hungry.” He laughs before leaving me in the cold room.

A few months later

They’ve tied me down, mocked me, tortured me – and yet I still carry on. It’s her voice that keeps me sane as they force rotten flesh down my throat. I’m turning into something dangerous – vile. A demon. An experiment. A mixed breed between a demon and a slowly dwindling human consciousness.

My love, my warmth, my beautiful petal. I’m fading. I wish I could kiss you one more time. A sick smile works its way onto my lips. Propose to you a million times over, wrapping your wedding vows around my neck. I wouldn’t last much longer – I was too weak in the end.

Muzan visited me often, injecting me with concoctions he’d made in the lab. I’d been tamed by the damn upper moons. I wasn’t a demon, but I sure as hell wasn’t human any more either. I desperately clung to the vision of her in my mind, but her eyes – the ones I could stare into for eons – were slowly slipping away.

I squeeze my eyes shut. At least I could still envision her sweet smile. If I couldn’t be her husband… I’d have to be her hell.

A couple weeks later

Who knew horns would get in the way? It almost makes me feel sorry, but I couldn’t really feel anything. I worm my way through the trees, grinning to myself that I’d become so strong even Kokushibo had gotten out of my way. After all, I was the only one that could complete this mission; eradicate the swordsmith village.

I suddenly stop, the wind carrying a familiar – nauseating – scent toward me. My mouth feels dry, but my chest tightens as if the heart that was once there yearns to flutter. I pull the nood further over my head, hiding from the sunlight beaming through the trees. The snow made everything blinding, but I could still see. I could still see you.

I swallow, freezing in my advance. What were you doing here? I feel sick and…hungry. My nose curls in a snarl as I take a step forward. In my mindless draw toward you I make a noise that makes you twirl around.

My breath catches in my throat, a thrumming sensation building in my chest. “Hello?” You call out.

Your voice. It washes over me in a blanket of what I had lost. In a blanket of what I still yearned for. I bring my forearm to my mouth, biting down so I don’t call back to you. Today was my birthday and the heavens put you before me. So I call out in that name I always did.

4 months later

I’d been watching you. I couldn’t leave your side – or at least that’s what I told myself. I sought after your company from miles away. I watched as Obanai hunted for me, his face ragged with lack of sleep. I boiled with jealousy as I saw you laugh with that bastard Giyu. Then in an unexpected twist, my brother cared for you. There was a little girl as well – you loved her.

I loved you. I loved you. I loved you. I loved you. I loved you. I love you. Hunger. Hungry. I slip into the shadows. A while later I hear yelling. Your voice. I’d become addicted to the sound of it. Even in this state.

“Wait Momo!” You sound worried. I grin to myself. I always knew you so well. I could tell by the slightest inflection in your voice what you were feeling.

“You killed papa,” A tiny voice huffs. I turn, taking in the panting sight of the little girl – Momo. She’s dragging your nichirin daggers behind her tiny body. I killed her papa? Yeah… I guess I did. I feel a pang of what a human might call guilt, but it's swallowed by the sudden urge to slay this small child. My mind goes blank as the largely demon part of me pushes what little human thoughts I had left down…down…down.

I can taste blood. It’s a glorious snap of bones. I crave the syrupy sweetness of innocence. My body shifts, feeling something sticking out of my thigh. One of your daggers the girl had stabbed me with while she screamed your name. Her blood drips down my jaw now. That sickening smell assaults my nose again and before I have time to react I hear a thump against the ground.

I know it’s you. I can smell you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I’m so hungry. I turn my gaze away from the corpse in front of me. You’ve fallen to your knees, sobs choking your next breath. My arm twitches. “S-Sanemi?” You weep out and my name has never sounded so melodic. I could kiss you. You were here. For me.

Your scent fills my head, but for whatever reason I can smell my own scent as well… my human scent. My gaze drops to your stomach where a very obvious bump rounds your yukata. How had I not picked up on this yet? You were pregnant? With whose… then it dawns on me.

Mine. You were pregnant with my offspring. A twinge of pride courses through my veins. I can feel three souls interlocked. Twins aye? I bring my gaze back to your trembling one. A boy and a girl. I want to ask you what names you have picked out.

A low rumble echoes out of my chest as I move toward you. I want to wipe away your tears. I want to be your husband… “Petal.” I sneer, reaching toward your cheek to collect the steady stream of tears. Blood mixes with your sorrow. You slap my hand away, face morphing into anger. You scramble away from me.

Yes, I wanted to be your husband…but I was your monster.

Present time {yn POV}

Fate is a cruel mistress to have my body warm with recognition. My husband…my monster. What happened to him? Your eyes fall to Momo’s crumbled body again and the wash of grief carries you to your feet, scrambling away from the scene. “Petal, my love?”

Your body recoils at the swallowed sound of his words. The fangs protruding from his mouth mumble his speech. “Get away from me.” You pant. His head tilts. “Get away from me!” You scream. There’s a collective breeze that blasts past you as Obanai appears next to you, Giyu not too far behind him. You feel like sobbing all over again.

Obanai’s face is contorted in confusion and his arms shake with unbridled anger. “Sanemi?” He calls out. Giyu’s head whips to stare at the demon before all three of you.

Sanemi scoffs, standing up from his position on the ground. “Was I so easy to replace?” He coos maliciously. “You spread your legs for every Hashira?” He chuckles, moving behind Momo’s body. Obanai and Giyu’s face fall as they realize what’s going on.

HIs words hurt, but at this point you were too numb to even care what venom he’d spew at you. “Don’t talk to her like that.” Giyu commands, drawing his katana. Sanemi clicks his tongue, shaking his head.

“Don’t you talk to her.” He growls, his eyes flashing a deeper crimson. “She’s mine.”

“Yn! Get behind me!” Genya yells, appearing next to you. No, no, no, not Genya. This kept getting worse and worse. His eyes tremble as he stares at his big brother. A monster.

Your back is pushed against a tree as Sanemi draws his own katana, beckoning the three men around him to attack. “Don’t you know it’s not okay to touch what isn’t yours?” He taunts. Obanai is the first to make a move. Swinging a gust of purple swirls toward the old wind Hashira. He deflects it was a sickening familiar green strike, twisting in the air like he’d taught you. Giyu rushes in, surging forward with his own water breathing style.

It’s hard to make out what’s happening as the woods erupt in blue, green, and purple. Kaburamaru slicing away at Sanemi’s arms while Giyu cleanly attacked his abdomen. The dagger that was in his thigh slips away, clanging to the ground near Genya.

He glances at you, his eyes easing into a sad smile as he picks up the weapon. “Genya…no.” You whisper, but he’s already gotten up. He turns on his heel, saluting you proudly before driving the dagger deep into his brother’s chest, pinning him to a tree. You gasp, seeing blood splurt out of Sanemi’s mouth.

Genya and Obanai nod at each other. Together they intertwine their breathing, aiming for Sanemi’s demonic neck. Before they can make it, Sanemi uses his own breathing to send Genya flying against one of the trees next to you. “Oops,” He hums, turning his attention to the two Hashira still attacking.

A scream builds in your throat, but nothing comes out. With trembling legs you rush toward when Genya’s bloodied body lays on the forest floor. “G-Genya.” You sob, collecting his bleeding head in your lap. His eyes are still smiling as he peers up at you. “No, no, no, no please. I can’t lose you too.” Your tears plip on his cheeks, mixing with the grim and plasma on his face. His hand limply finds yours.

“You,” He coughs up blood, spitting it on the ground next to you. “Won’t.” He wheezes, squeezing your hand. Your face crumples into his hair, breathing in his comforting scent.

You wouldn't lose the other one this easily. You couldn’t let another Shinazugawa die. You glance up, seeing Obanai and Giyu wearing thin as they war against the much stronger wind Hashira. You were useless and your soul felt like it was wilting.

You had to do something. Something. Anything. “Sanemi.” You say, but the name is barely above a whisper. All the memories of what you had lost and everything you’d gained build enough pressure in your chest. “SANEMI!”

Your scream gains his attention just long enough for Giyu and Obanai get him against a tree again. Obanai flipping as he sends his blade toward Sanemi’s throat. You watch in horror as a single tear falls from Sanemi’s eye. You swear he mouths I love you before his head disconnects in a straining last few moments. The kiss of sunrise blinks through the tops of the trees and it’s over. Everything is over.

A month later

“I still can’t believe you didn’t name one after me.” Genya huffs, groaning as he shifts in his cot. You grin, smiling down at the bundle of innocence in your arms. Shinobu treds next to you, gazing down at the baby in her arms as well.

A glaze of warmth is over her eyes. “I still can’t believe you came back…” She trails off, patting the cheek of your son with the pad of her pointer finger. You lean your head on her side, smiling up at her.

“But I’m glad I did. There’s no better place to raise them than here.” You say, the feeling in your chest blossoming when Obanai and Giyu walk through the door. “Hey guys!” You greet, rising from your chair. Obanai stays near the doorway, but Giyu opens his arms as he walks toward you, taking your little girl out of your arms. “Is everyone on the way?” You ask, eyeing Obanai. He nods curtly, his face lighting up every so slightly when Shinobu shows him your son.

You help Genya to his feet, guiding him the short distance to headquarters. The other three follow behind you, chatting and cooing with the babies. “Do you think you’re going to be alright?” Genya mutters, looking at you with concern lining his face. You nod your head, a sad smile lifting your lips.

“I will be now.” The April spring wind blows a lovely flowering scent toward your group. You bask in the sunlight as you walk the rest of the path. “Hey guys, could you give me a minute?” You suddenly ask, an overwhelming feeling calling out to you.

Shinobu gives you a worried look but then nods slowly. “We’ll meet you there, okay?” She says and within a moment the group has disappeared around the estate house. You turn on your heel toward the wisteria tree, still standing sturdily in the back garden.

A deep breath brings the smell of blossoms through your body. “Jinya looks just like you and Momo has your attitude.” You laugh, gazing up at the hanging petals. “I miss you Sanemi.” You whisper. A gust of wind carries a few dancing petals toward you and your heart warms. “I love you so much.”

I love you too, petal.

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m0nnypie · 5 months ago

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HOT POLICEMAN

Warnings: sex car, unprotected sex, ass slaps, cum, pet names, squirt, Modern! Au, Police officer!Sanemi x Wife!Reader.

Sanemi fucks you in the police car!

a/n: SORRY FOR MY ENGLISH BABYS!! I promise I'll improve. SO, hope y'all like this.

You and Sanemi have known each other since childhood. You were there at his house when he decided to become a police officer after beating up a kid who had stolen his lollipop.

You were there when he had to clean up the wounds from the fights he got into. You were also there when he hit a kid who touched you.

You were there on the day he graduated, even though no one believed it was possible. You were there when he started studying to be a police officer, staying up until dawn with him to help him study.

You were there when he finally became a police officer. You managed to be there when he arrested his first criminal.

Or when he finally asked you to be his girlfriend and gave you a cat as a gift.

You were there, helping him pack his things to move into your house, because your apartment was bigger.

You were there when he decided he was going to ask you to marry him in a stupid way, with the help of your police partner.

And finally, there you were, walking down the aisle, seeing how nervous he was. When they finally said “you may kiss.” You would always be there, by his side.

“Excuse me, ma’am, but you’re in serious trouble. I recommend you cooperate and put your hands behind your back.”

You rolled your eyes hard, knowing exactly who that voice belonged to. As soon as you turned around, you could see the white-haired man with his hands on his hips, while looking you up and down.

I mean, who could blame him? You were wearing a short floral dress that showed off your breasts very well, highlighting every curve of your body.

“You’re stupid, you know that?” You crossed your arms, and a frown appeared on your face. It soon disappeared when you felt him pull you towards him, while he grabbed your waist and looked at you with a smile that always melted you.

“If you keep this up… I’m going to have to hold you for contempt, you know that?” He said amusedly, only taking his hand off you to dangle the handcuffs in your face.

You didn’t need much to understand exactly what he meant by that. A smile automatically appeared on your face. You loved it when he used the advantages of being a police officer with you. It was exciting.

“Oh, is that right, officer? What are you going to do? Hmm?” You said as you traced your finger along his chest. You only saw a small smile form on his face. You knew exactly what was coming.

Anyone who passed by that car would be able to hear the noises that were being made there, or even the rocking of the car, which was moving at a fast pace.

Inside the car there you were, completely naked and on all fours in the back seat, handcuffed with your hands behind your back. While trying your best not to moan, which was difficult, since the man you call your husband was thrusting so hard that you thought you might pass out from the pleasure.

You felt a strong slap, which made a moan escape your mouth. A slap that would be remembered for the next few days. You were going to go crazy.

“If you moan one more time… I’ll throw you out of this car, do you understand me?”

He pulled your hair so you could face him. You tried to answer him, but you knew that if you opened your mouth, only moans would come out.

“If you don’t tell me that you understand with words, I’ll have to stop, my dear…”

“I-I understand….hmm.. Sanemi, love…that feels so good…”

You rolled your eyes as you felt how deep he was in your wet pussy. You started to drool with pleasure. He started to go faster, mistreating your entrance and making it red with the force he used.

“Shit, honey, your pussy is squeezing me so well, I’m going to cum if you keep going like this.”

He slapped your ass again, making you bite your hand so you wouldn’t moan. Along the way, he ended up grabbing your waist with both hands and started to go faster as he felt he was going to cum.

It didn’t take long for you to feel his hot cream filling you completely. He threw his head back, as he let out a grunt of pleasure and squeezed your waist.

“Fuck…you’re so hot…”

“Sanemiiii…I haven’t cum yet…”

Fuck. He could have cum just from the pout you were making now, you looked so pathetically hot begging to cum. And how could he refuse? He pulled out without any care for you, making you moan from the lack of something inside you. You saw him start to get dressed, was he really going to leave you without cumming?? Seriously?

“What are you waiting for? Sit up straight... I'm going to devour that pussy of yours in a way that you'll never forget”

You quickly settled on the bench and spread your legs for the man. The sight made him salivate, you were completely wet. He wasn't sure if it was from your excitement, or if it was the cum he had just put in you. Obviously he took off the handcuffs first, he didn't want you complaining for the rest of the week that he didn't let you touch him.

So he kneeled in front of you, trying to adjust himself in the small space. He licks your pussy, tasting all the juices it contains, being able to taste yours and his together, as it should be.

He put his arms under your thighs and grabbed them tightly. He started sucking your clit hard, making a sucking noise that made you dizzy with pleasure. You started grabbing his hair and pulling. You felt like you were going to cum just from that.

He ran his tongue all over your pussy, from the outer lips to the inner lips. He stuck his tongue in your tight hole. You started moaning loudly and thrusting your hips towards his face. Until you felt him pinching your thigh.

“Quiet brat, or I’ll stop.”

You knew he was serious, so you held on as hard as you could to keep from moving. But it was so hard, so hard to stay still when you felt him enter you with his own tongue, sucking your clit hard, while he never took his eyes off you. You wanted it to end so badly, you felt like you were going to die if you didn’t cum soon.

When you felt the familiar sensation of contraction, you knew you were going to cum. You started squeezing your breasts. With your head back, you closed your eyes and let yourself go. As soon as the peak of your orgasm arrived, you arched your back until you couldn't anymore and screamed.

As soon as you calmed down a little, to at least sit up straight and start breathing. You saw your husband surprised, which made you frown.

"What's wrong??"

"Of every time we've had sex, this is the first time you've squirted. And I loved it."

That made you laugh. Sometimes you forgot how stupid he could be. After that, he cleaned you up with a wet wipe that he always kept in the car, and drove you home. After all, he would never leave you alone in that state, right?

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jinisnuggets · 2 months ago

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𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 𝔻𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕟 𝕊𝕝𝕒𝕪𝕖𝕣 𝔹𝕠𝕪𝕤 𝕎𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕐𝕠𝕦'𝕣𝕖 𝕊𝕚𝕔𝕜 ℙ𝕋.1

INCLUDES | Tanjiro, Zenitsu, Inosuke, Genya

GENRE | Fluff

WORD COUNT | 0.6k (0.1k+ for each)

READER | G/n

WARNINGS | Slight Swearing

A/N | Happy New Year's everyone!! I hope you spend today with those you love around you and get prepared to start strong next year <3.

➳ 𝑻𝒂𝒏𝒋𝒊𝒓𝒐

Laying on the bed, cuddled up in the blankets with your eyes closed; the once cold, and wet towel heated from the temperature of your skin.

You felt miserable and vulnerable. Especially when Shinobu would continue popping in to scold you on the entire situation, and you just sat there, nodding along to everything she said. Defenseless.

Two knocks had suddenly sounded at the door, causing you to glance over to the wood sliding open. The innocent face of Tanjiro standing in the doorway holding some rice crackers.

“Oh! You're awake!” He smiled cheerfully, walking towards you and pulling a chair. Sitting right beside the bed and placing the plate on the table beside you.

He helped lift you up, sitting you up on the bed.

“I feel a little ashamed for you to see me in this condition…” you chuckled as he shot a confused glance at you.

“Why so? I get in a coma all the time.” he laughed.

You didn't know if it was meant to comfort you, but you couldn't help but laugh along.

This man always knew how to make you feel better.

➳ 𝒁𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒔𝒖

Your sight was fuzzy and blurry and you couldn't focus on what was in front of you except the small yellow light in your peripheral vision.

It took you a moment to realize that it was night time and that small yellow light was casted by a lantern on your bedside table.

You rubbed your eyes, feeling your stomach ache and cry from hunger. You placed a hand on your belly and turned yourself to the left side of the bed, slightly lifting yourself while trying to find the ground.

“Ow! What the hell Y/n!?”

The yell immediately awoke you from your sleepy state.

“Zenitsu!? Why didn't you say anything?”

“I was sleeping!” He cried out, holding his head as he lifted himself from the ground.

“On the floor?”

“I was seated on the floor, resting my head on the bed, waiting for you to wake up because you had me worried sick!”

“What do you mean?” You muttered as he grunted.

“You've been asleep all day. Seriously, you scared the absolute crap out of me!”

➳ 𝑰𝒏𝒐𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒆

“Are they dead?”

“What the hell Inosuke!? They're sleeping!”

“Then why do they look so pale?”

“Because they're sick!”

Your eyes opened ever so slightly, seeing the familiar gray boar mask along with yellow to faded orange hair.

“Seriously… can't you guys be a little quieter when you argue..?”

You started, turning yourself away from them and covering yourself further and closing your eyes; slightly pressing your hands up to your ears to shield them from any noise.

“You woke them up.” Zenitsu grunted, as he turned around and made his way towards the door.

“I'll go get them food. Be quiet, okay?”

Silence filled the room momentarily after the door closed shut. You felt his gaze on you as you slightly lifted yourself to face him.

“So? Are you only going to stare at me?” You questioned as he flinched backwards and shrugged.

“Not sure.”

Chuckling, you sat up on the bed and shrugged as well.

“I know less.” You laughed.

➳ 𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒚𝒂

He was sitting beside you for a long time, sometimes nervously glancing at you and other times fidgeting with his fingers. You simply watched him the entire time.

“So..?” You questioned as his gaze immediately shot up at you.

“So?” he responded, awkwardly smiling at you as you rolled your eyes.

“You're here for a reason right?” You lifted an eyebrow as he shrugged.

“Well… this is Kocho’s mansion. I'm allowed to be here.” he chuckled nervously as you nodded.

“I'm aware but you're here for a reason. You rarely step foot in here so it's hard to believe you're just here for a stroll.” You responded skeptically as he shrugged once more.

You could tell he was out of defense.

His eyes wandered the room, a mix of light pink and red filling his cheeks as his fingers intertwined and fidgeted.

“Look… I'm concerned, okay? I'm concerned for you.”

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rougepancake · 2 years ago

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Imagine age up Genya who is a reader pussy addict and always asks her to sit on her face.

I can't stop thinking about that😩. And sorry if something is misspelled, I'm not very good with English

PLEASE YOU GUYS I CANT 😩

Warnings: cunnilingus, pussy drunk Genya (he can’t get enough and you guys keep feeding him more 😫). Sexually explicit material underneath the cut. Minors and ageless blogs dni or I will block you.

You hovered over his face, your thighs straddling his head as you hesitated. His hands came up and cupped your ass, squeezing softly as he waited for you to put your weight on him.

“Are you sure about this?” You asked nervously, looking down and attempting to meet his gaze.

“I wouldn’t have asked if I wasn’t sure.” He huffed impatiently and the feeling of his warm breath against your cunt caused you to shiver.

“O-Oka- Hey!” You shouted in surprise as he pulled you down onto his face, blushing furiously as he immediately dug in and began lapping at your clit mercilessly.

Soon- you were rocking your hips against his face, chasing your high as he ate you out. However, he didn’t stop after the first time.

Instead, he kept on going. It seemed like he had no intention of stopping, but you couldn’t blame him.

He was always telling you how he loves the way you taste.

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justagamerandaweeb · 3 months ago

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Romantic Getaway - Modern AU! Genya x Chubby! Reader

Nothing is better than a wholesome honeymoon smut. Both of you loving each other equally, touching each other and praising one another, and comforting each other for that one big moment of it all... enjoy the read.

Aged up, you can't forget about that.

Carrying his love with his arms, walking down the hall as he was showering her face with pecks, making her softly chuckle.

After getting back from eating at a restaurant, Genya and (Y/N) both decided that it was time. Tonight was the night they both became adults. Not in the way that both of them are in their 20s,

But by them giving themselves to each other.

Using the keycard to unlock the door, he grabs the knob and cracks the door enough for him to kick it open and walk inside the room.

"I love you, baby," he pecked her lips, "You know that, right?" He hushed out as he gave her another peck. She nuzzles his cheek, giving him an Eskimo kiss as she responds, "I know you do, my big shy guy," and pecks his lips.

A blush started to appear on the bridge of his nose, as he looked away at her and chuckled, as he then kicked the door and walked into the room where they slept.

He then lowers her to the bed, making her sit down as he bows to her and says, "Let me make you feel special," and proceeds to untie her shoes. (Y/N) puts her hands on her lap, watching her man untie her shoes, softly putting them down as he then rolled her socks off, and stored them in the shoes of each foot.

He then started to take off his, as he was doing this, (Y/N) then unzipped her jacket, and then her shirt, leaving only her bra, and pants on. Once Genya took off his shoes and socks, he looked up and then was spiritually flash-banged at how casual (Y/N) was sitting on the bed with her shirt off. Seeing her bra fighting to compose her fluffy breasts, with her exposed stomach all out for display.

The bridge on Genya's nose darkened, completely bombarded by what he was looking at. Seeing his wife like this was a gift, it's so rare for him to see her look like this. She was being vulnerable, on her accord,

For him.

"O-Oh... Wow..." Genya breathlessly uttered, his voice slightly cracking, which made (Y/N) giggle as she grabbed his jacket and said, "C'mon, take it off. I wanna see that hunk body of yours," he then grabbed her wrists, and couldn't help but chuckle as he responds, "Slow down. I-I know we agreed on doing this, but I wanna take this slow, alright? But that won't stop me from accepting your request."

He then takes off his jacket that was already unzipped to fully display his white graphic shirt, before grabbing the rim of it and rolling it, slowly revealing his tone, scarred body. His six-pack was on full display, his v-cut going down to his pants as the veins on his thick arms were visible as well, not letting anything go unseen to show off the muscles and the scars on his back as well.

Flurried and excited, (Y/N)'s hips started to rub against each other as she nibbled her bottom lip and exhaled through her nose. "Like what you see, b-baby?" Genya asked, trying to sound attractive, but failing as his voice was cracking.

This didn't bother (Y/N) as with no words exchanged, she began to touch him down, leaving him briefly stunned before coming to his senses and wrapping his right arm around her waist. "I just wanna lick them..." she whispered, coursing her fingers on his abs, leaving Genya flabbergasted at how she could say such a wild sentence so casually.

"Matter of fact," she wrapped her hands around his waist, and spun him around enough to where he fell on his back on his bed. (Y/N) then mounts Genya, having a seductive, yet menacing expression on her face. Her eyes were half-lidded, with a conniving smile on her face as she leaned down, and kissed his cheek.

This caught Genya a little bit off guard as (Y/N) continued to kiss him, only this time it was on the chin.

And the neck.

And his pecs.

And that spot where his ribs and diaphragm were at.

And now, his stomach.

Genya couldn't help but notice that his body temperature was through the roof. The way she just kissed him, was unlike anything he'd ever seen from her before.

Usually, when Genya and (Y/N) kiss, it would always be on the cheek or lip, and sometimes even the chin.

But her kissing down his body? Something definitely awakened inside him, since he couldn't stop replaying it in his mind.

(Y/N) traced her finger in a circle on one of his pecs, giggling like a villain who just caught her prey in a spider web as she said, "This body of yours, is mine to touch down on, you hear me?" He nodded, making her caress his cheek as she continued, "You're my husband, and I'm your wife. And with those archetypes, I get to do whatever I want with you. And the first thing I want to do with you, is this..." She then closed her eyes as she began to peck every one of his abs delicately. Putting her hand on his top abdomen, and caressing it as she began to lick his abs.

Genya's body tensed up once he felt her warm tongue touch him, he'd never seen this side of her before, and yet he wasn't complaining. Every lick she did made him more sensitive than the last. With the way she was licking him, it made him groan a little, which was something he'd never thought would do.

It was enough to even surprise (Y/N) making her stop right in her tracks as she was licking his ab line. She opened her eyes and looked up at him, her tongue stuck out like a cat that was just cleaning itself before it heard something. "Did you just..." he looks away, not wanting to directly stare at her, but not denying the fact that he made that noise.

A light bulb then lit up in (Y/N)'s head, as she forms a devious smile on her face, and goes back to licking him. Only this time, she was making circles on each one of his abs, making him slightly arch his back and for him to make another groan.

She giggles hearing the noises he is making, not entirely telling her, but showing that he wasn't with toxic masculinity, how men shouldn't make noise when things like this happen. Once she was done, she pecked his line, and sat up on top of him, his face scarlet as she swayed her cloth-covered breasts at him, giggling with her hand near her lips.

"How was that, my flustered Pookie? Did my ice cream-licking skills arouse you enough for you to go feral on me?" His expression changed into more of a determined face, like he knew what he was gonna do, and she didn't know. She continued to play with him as she then laid herself down on him, her breasts pressed against his chest as she uttered, "Aww, what's that look for? Are you mad that you can't do anything to me? Mad that you can't do anything better than wha-"

In a split second, Genya wrapped his arms around her waist, and rolled over as he was now on top of her, both of his hands in-between her head as she stared her down.

"What you did, felt really good. I'm not even gonna deny the fact. But on top of that, I felt powerless. So guess what?" He then got close to her ear and huskily whispered, "I'm gonna do the same to you." And licked the tip of her ear, evoking her to make a gasp.

He then kissed her scalp, her cheek, her chin, neck, and then stopped at where her breasts were. He could hear his heartbeat in his ears and felt his blood run cold as he stared down at them. How hilarious that one piece of cloth could have such an effect on a person who wishes to witness the real picture.

He looked at her stammers, "I-I know I said I would say the same to you, but..." he looked away at her, scratching the back of his head, "I don't want to make you uncomfortable. S-So... will-"

"Yes," she barked, completely taking Genya by surprise at how quick she was to respond. "Really? You... want me to... t-touch you?"

(Y/N) then sat up, which caused Genya to do the same as she put her hands behind her back, and unclasped her bra, making her breasts bounce in the process. His mouth turned dry when he saw them hanging out. The color of her areolas, how circular they were, how fluffy they looked, and her nipples that were once inverted, now fully erect.

She then grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand towards her as she placed it on her left breast. Genya froze up, astonished at how soft it felt. When he softly squeezed it, he felt it slowly returning to its original form. He glanced up at (Y/N), seeing how in her eyes there was a faint expression of lust, with a mix of nervousness to them. He then cupped her right cheek and didn't hesitate to kiss her lips, both of them making a sound as their lips came into contact with each other.

His hands wrapped around her waist and her arms around his neck, they both collapsed on each other's sides, as they were touching down on each other while keeping the kiss connected. Both of them moaned and groaned each time they disconnected and reconnected the kiss. Their tongue slowly intertwine with their teeth clashing from time to time.

Genya made one more passionate kiss as he hushed, "I need to do the same to you... I need to do the same to you..." he then picked her up, and placed her on his lap as he wrapped her lips around her areola, making her lift her head enough to stare at the ceiling. His warm mouth heated her, with his tongue flicking her nipple, tracing it in a circular motion as she moaned out, "G-Gen...ya..."

If he wasn't wearing thick pants, she would feel the chub that was forming on her spot. But, that just gave him all the more reason to keep doing this. He began to suck on her breasts while fondling the other one, moving his hand in a circular motion while occasionally pinching her nipple simultaneously.

(Y/N) felt her part down there throb, seeing how inexperienced, but determined he was at making her feel good doing this, it made her heart flutter to see how much she meant to him. He lowered (Y/N) back down to the bed as a popping sound was made when Genya stopped sucking on her nipple, with a string of his saliva stretching from her nipple, to his tongue.

"I want to see all of you, I need to see all of you." He grabbed the rim of her pants, and pulled them, making her yelp as he continued to pull them down to reveal her panties, which made his face heat up. He grabbed her thigh, and squeezed it, awakening something inside him as his intrusive thoughts overpowered him as he depressed himself down, and bit her.

This made (Y/N) gasp and moan as she felt his fangs poke her skin. His eyes closed as he began to lick her visible stretch marks, licking and caressing her stomach as she patted his head. "So... beautiful..." he hushed as he looked up at her, cupped her face, and kissed her lips.

She immediately folded to him, wrapping her arms around his back, and their tongues began to dance with each other as (Y/N) was grinding hips on his pants. "P-Please..." She mumbled in between kisses, which caused him to stop as he asked, "Please what, honey?"

Her heart fluttered when he called her honey, but she couldn't focus on that now as she said, "I... I-I want it..." A part of Genya knew exactly what she meant, but the oblivious part of him was overshadowing it as he responded, "W-Want what?"

She groans, "Please don't act like that, not now," she pushed him off for him to stand up as she sat up off the bed and grabbed his belt, leaving him frozen as she struggled to unbuckle his pants, "I want to see it..." she dropped the long piece of leather as she unzips his pants, and pulled them down to reveal his black boxers that had a slight bulge on it.

"(Y-Y/N)..." She then nuzzles her face against the bugle in his boxers, feeling its warmth on her cheek, as she looks up at him, grabs his wrist, and pulls him down back on the bed, lying beside her. Genya tried to speak to her, but his breath hitched once he felt her hand rubbing against his chub. "Does this feel good, Geni?" She felt the bulge in his boxers getting bigger, and longer the more she touched it. To the point of now, there was an imprint that was pointed downward, and the tip was peeking out.

Genya had one eye closed, his teeth were clenched shut as his rod would occasionally twitch from the way she was rubbing him. The fabric from his boxers made him more sensitive than usual, making him moan, and hush out whimpers as she was touching him. "Does it?"

He nodded as he made eye contact with her and says, "Y-Yes... Yes, it does. It's s-so good that... that I wanna..." his hand started to trail down to her panties as he used his index and middle finger to touch her inner lips that was covered by her panties, making her gasp and whimper. "...touch you here."

Both of them were struggling to stifle the sound of them moaning and whimpering, but the way (Y/N) was horizontally stroking him, and how Genya was slowly moving his fingers, it made it impossible for them to contain their excitement.

Genya winced as he felt his rod throb, stinging him as he felt a surge flow through his crotch. "(Y/N), honey..." she looks at him and responds, "Yes, Pookie?"

"It hurts." He hushed out, his voice sounding slightly strained as his rod throbs again. (Y/N) then stops as she slowly wrapped her hand around the rim of his boxers. She looks up at him as he cupped her cheek, and leaned forward to her lips. A moan escaped their lips as she pulled the pair down enough for his erect length to spring out, and to be pointed upward.

They both stop kissing as they look down at what she had done to him. His length, pointed upward, with a slight vertical curve, with its pinkish-reddish tip, as a transparent liquid leaks out of it, dripping on his shaved stubble.

She wrapped her hand around it, feeling how hot it was before slowly pumping it up and down. "O-Oh..." It felt like Genya's body just shut down as his shaft began to leak out more of his pre-seminal fluid. What was once the sound of dry skin being moved up and down, was now replaced with the liquidy, slimy texture of his pre-bust lubricating his thick stick.

"Oh, f-fuck..." he slurred, his face and ears redder than a dusk sky as one of his eyes were struggling to stay open. The same could be said for (Y/N), as she was laying on his chest, hypnotized by the sound of his heartbeat and the visualisation of stroking his glistening shaft.

"P-Please..." He yelped, catching (Y/N)'s attention as she turns around and looks at him. "What?" She says, continuing to stroke his length that was covered in his own fluids as he weakly grabbed her wrist and trembled. "P-Please... Make me feel like I'm in heaven, and I'll do the same to you..."

Her eyes widened what he meant by that, making her inside walls throb again as she asked him for verification with what he was saying to her, "Are you saying that I should..."

"Yes, please," he sat up and cupped her cheek as they softly bumped head together as he whispered, "Suck my cock, and I'll stick it in you."

And that was the third time she felt her walls throb.

Genya pecked her lips as he lay back down on the bed, and caresses her hair. She looks down at his erect shaft, watching it continuously leaking out his pre as she licks her lips and began to depress her head down. Her nose was met with an arousing musk, which made her mind go blank and her entire body to shiver as she softly shook her head.

Genya saw this, and assume that she was scared as he then pets her head, and says, "H-Hey, it's okay. I understand if it's intimidating to you, but I believe you can do it." And puts on an awkward smile.

"I can't wait to see you tremble." She said with no hesitation, "H-Huh?" Genya was blindsided by that sentence that he couldn't properly process it before (Y/N) wrapped her lips around him. He gasped so hard that he coughed, but that didn't stopped (Y/N) as she traced his crown with her tongue, and bobbed her head, sucking the tip with twirling her tongue simultaneously.

His pupils shrunk from the amount of stimulation that was flowing through his body, as he arched his back and neck as he let's out a howl of pleasure. His legs tensed up, and his groans trembled as he was receiving a gift better than he could ever imagine.

Well, for now.

(Y/N) heard his sounds of pleasure, and her entire body shivered. She'd never heard sounds like this coming from him before. But now that it's their honeymoon, when they finally have time to themselves, it made her feel euphoric.

It made her want him even more.

She then close her eyes and puts her hand on his thigh as she took his cock deeper into her mouth, gulking, and slurping her own saliva. It sounded like Genya was hyperventilating from how fast and heavy he was breathing out of his mouth. Add that to how frantic his shaft was from twitching.

"Dush it phel betum nom, Gemi? (Does it feel better now, Geni?)" Asks, her mouth stuffed with his cock as she sucked her saliva to keep it from leaking on his pubic area, despite that there were already some dried up spit on the base. "It feels so much better... my brain feels so overstimulated right now..." he raises his hand up to see that it was trembling and he could feel how curled his toes were. "Even my hand is shaking..."

He looks down at her as he pets her hair and praises her, "You're such a good girl..." her pupils dilated like a cat when he called her a good girl. She felt a surge of ecstasy shock her body as she spared him no mercy and started to gulk him from the tip to the base at a breakneck pace.

Genya's feet then raised into the air as exhales of pleasure escaped his mouth. Moans that sounded like he was at his dying breath as if he got shot. "(Y/N), b-baby, please...!" His pleas sounded like he was on the verge of tears. Scratch that, there were tears coming out of his eyes as he lets out sounds of him choking up, like he was trying not to cry from absolute bliss.

Cum in my mouth... C'mon, I know you can do it... give it to me... give it to me, now... her mind, completely drowned in lust as she closed her eyes and pistoned her head on his cock.

His eyes were rolled back from his head, and his bottom lips was bitten so hard, blood was about to come out. His breathing started to become faster as he felt his shaft twitching inside (Y/N)'s mouth, only this time he could slowly feel something building up. "(Y/N)...! I c-can't!"

Do it.

His head arched back as he made a loud groan that was almost like a howl as he felt himself shooting his seed into (Y/N)'s mouth. With every spurt, his entire body convulsed, every muscle in his body tensed up as his small containers retracted each time he spurted.

She then swallowed the thick liquid in her mouth, savoring the taste as she felt it going down in her throat, and into her esophagus. When she slurped up his shaft, cleaning it, a pop sound was made was she disconnected her lips from his tip, as she then sat up and wiped her mouth to see the aftermath of what she'd done to him,

Only to see that he looked like a literal husk.

His eyes rolled back, with faint streak of tears that was dried up. His drool running down on his face and his cock half flaccid with a string of (Y/N)'s saliva on it. To keep things simple, it looked like (Y/N) literally sucked the soul of him.

Her eyes widen as she gasps and she immediately started to shake him to see if he was still conscious. "Genya! Genya, are you okay!? It's me, (Y/N)?"

Nothing but pure waffle escaped his mouth, sound of him faintly giggling as he utters incoherent sentences like, "B-Brain... M-Mushy... Mouth... s-succulent..."

She panicked as she looked around to see if she coukd use anything to snap him back, and then made a second glance to see a half drunken bottle of water on the nightstand. She crawled and reach out to the nightstand, successfully grabbing the bottle as she took the cap off, raised his head up on her thigh, and gave him a waterfall.

He closed his mouth and made an audible gulping sound as he opens his mouth again and sticks his tongue out for another waterfall. She poured the bottle again and then he made a quiet swallow as he inhaled through his nose, and made a shaky exhale out his mouth as he opened his eyes to see (Y/N) in front of him, with an expression on her face that just read worriness.

"A-Are you okay? Did... Did I go too far?" (Y/N) asked him, her shy demeanor coming back to her after what just happened. His mouth open, but no words came out. He shook his head and avoided eye contact with her as he pondered in his mind.

Words could not describe what just happened to him in those last five minutes. Or was it seven? Nine? 11, perhaps? He couldn't tell as it felt like an eternity to him. But that wasn't on his mind. What was on his mind was at how astronomically amazing that blowjob was, especially from someone like (Y/N). And all his years that he's been known (Y/N), he had never witness her do such a thing.

Her tongue, her throat, her pace, it felt like she was a succubus in disguise, trying to siphon every bit of energy he had in him. And to his surprise, she just did that. If it weren't for the water that he kept in this room, we would've passed the bridge of the next life.

"Geni?" His head turns when she called him that, seeing her face that was full of genuine concern for her significant other. "A-Are you okay?"

He raises his hand up, still trembling as he grabs his wrist, and balls his hand to make a fist as he exhaled through his nose, and open his hand to see it wasn't trembling anymore. "Yeah," he looks at her with a tired smile on his face as he says, "Y-Yeah, I'm okay."

A smile formed on her lips as she wrapped her arms around him, and laid her head on top of his, with half his face covered in her breasts. "How was my... y'know..." He tirelessly laughs at that question, if the word, astronomical, was a low bar, than call him a simple man. "How... Where did you even learn that stuff?"

The blush on her face became more burgundy as she rubs the back of her neck as she asnwers, "I-I... May or may not have read a few books about it... some of them being smut..." Genya looked at her, genuinely surprised, "You're telling me those things you read actually helped you?"

"Would I be lying if I said yes?" She said, bracing herself to be made fun off, but instead of that, she felt a pair of muscular arms wrap around her. "I fucking love you."

She was left stunned, seeing at how easy he was at accepting that fact from her. She then slowly wrapped her arms around him, feeling his scars brush her fingers as she closed her eyes and smiled.

But then, she felt something cold, and sticky touching her stomach, and she back away from his hug to see his shaft fully erect again, with a line of pre dangling. "O-Oh sorry..." he tried to cover it with his legs, but anytime he open his legs just a little, it would launch back out. He tried to cover it with his hands, but the tip would peek out. he didn't want to want to wrap his hands around it as he still felt sensitive after that blowjob.

She grabbed both his hands, to see it, ass she glanced up at her and asks him,"Remember what you said to me? How you would stick it in me?" His eyes looked away at her, and occasionally glanced back at her as he nodded. ""I'll stick it in you." Thats what I told you, r-right?" She nods. "Well," his eyes locked back in with hers as he says, "Do you want me to stick it in?"

"Do you want to stick it in me? Because if you're still sensitive, we can-"

"N-No!" He put his hand her waist, raising her hands up as he was distracted at how soft her waist was. Her softly groaned at his touch as his hands transitioned to her stomach, hypnotized by her fluffiness as he hissed her chest and nuzzled his head between her breasts.

"Sorry for shouting at you. I just... want to satisfy you as much as you did for me, which might be hard for me... B-But, I'll try." (Y/N) felt her heart flutter at that proposal. Sure, she made him feel good, but only because of the way she lost herself after he praised her. He, had to prove himself as a husband, to see if he had what it takes to please his significant other.

Without her noticing for a second his hands were on the rim of her panties, which were completely soaked in her own fluids after orally pleasing him. He looks up at her, looking into her eyes to give him the consent that he needed. Instead, rather than verbally telling him, she cupped his cheeks as she leaned towards him and kissed his lips, both of them closing their eyes as Genya pulled down her pair.

Once he took them off, he mounted on top of her, her legs acting on impulse as she locked them around her waist. A faint line of saliva stretched between them, his hands on both side of her body, trapping her. Their eyes locked in with each other as Genya asks her, "Are you ready?"

She moved her head down to signal Genya to look down, and he does, only to see that she was using both her hands to spread herself open to him. "Please, make me feel good, Genya."

His entire body temperature rose as he then sat up, grabbed his rod, and prods her hole. Once she whimpered, he easily slipped in inside her, not knowing that she broke her hymen. That is, until she made a physical and verbal reaction to it, her balling her hands, whining and yelping in pain, and her muscles tensing up.

Genya gasped out of fear, darting his eyes to look at her balled up hands, and her pained expression as his eyebrows frowned down and repeated, "I'm... Sorry! I-I'm sorry!" He was only a few inches in, the tip being the only thing inside her, and yet this much damage was being affected by her. She was breathing rapidly, her expression remained strained as she tried to ignore the feeling of metaphorically being ripped in half.

Feeling bad about seeing her this way, he decided to back out and tried to slip himself out of her. "I-I'll just-" (Y/N) wasn't trying to be blueballed by the man that promised to rock her world as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulled him down, and connected her lips together.

His eyes that were widened, slowly started to relax and close as he started to move his hips, hearing the sounds of her slit being messaged by his thick pipe. He wrapped her arms around him, coating her face with kisses as he praised her, "You're so... beautiful... So... soft... so... everything..." in between kisses. "Are you okay, honey?"

For whatever reason, her body always fluttered when he called her honey, it make her feel all mushy, it couldn't be quite described that well. She nods her head as she responded, "I... I-I'm okay..." she puts her hand on her lower back, patting it as she looks down to see his shaft going in and out of her. "You're so big... i-it's so good..." she kissed him, including tongue, as they touch down on each other while he was moving his hips.

"I know... y-you're so tight... I-It's so hot..." he kissed her lips again, shakily moaning in her mouth as his hips started to move faster, and his pelvis were hitting her thighs, making a faint clapping sound every time it came into contact with her skin.

It's humorous how at one minute, (Y/N) was acting so lustful and dominant, making Genya fold at his will with her mouth, and the next, she was at his mercy, his pipe rubbing her insides as her mind was slowly becoming static.

He laid his head on her shoulder as his moans sounded breathless, his body briefly tensing up as he felt her walls throb around him. "G-Genya..." She slurred out his name, completely drunk from pleasure as she caressed his scarred back, and kissed the back of his ear.

His thrusting must've gotten way too fast as the second he raised his pace of moving his hips, he felt himself slipping out of her sensitive flower, hitting her thighs with his hips, and making her yelp. "Pu- Put it back. Please, put it back..." he then lined his shaft up with no hands as he thrusted back inside her, making her elicit a quiet howl as she rolled her eyes back in bliss, hearing the sound of her inner thighs being slapped by his.

He grunted, almost sounding like a growl as he rolled over, only for her to be on top of him. He thrusted his hips upward as he he begged her, "M-Move your hips, h-honey... I wanna see your body jiggle while you bounce on me..." he strained out that last part, how his hips were already making (Y/N) jump, only motivated her to follow suit with her.

His head arched back, but he struggled to keep his head up to focus on her body. The way her boobs bounced up and down, her stomach jiggling with her face covered in sweat running down her chin, and onto her stomach. Not only that, but the sound of their pelvises pounding against each other, making the once quiet clapping noise, amplified to be echoed around the room.

"Yes..." Genya moaned out as he then grabbed a piece of her stomach and squeezed it, making her yelp, but in a way to show Genya that felt good to her. "I c-can't believe I get to do this with you..." he used his other hand to cup her cheek, and she wasted no time melting and nuzzling into it as she grabbed his wrist and responded, "M-Me too... I... I've always wanted to do this you, Genya... but I was scared that you wouldn't do it because of my appearance..."

Genya had a confused expression on his face, clenching his teeth as he felt a tingling sensation around his dome. "Wh-What are you talking about? The reason I loved you was because of your appearance. Y-You having a shy personality, made it twice as better for me to love you even more..."

She felt her heart clench from his praise. He loved her for what she was? It's honestly relieving when you hear someone say that to you, in general. It made you feel special.

It made her feel special.

She then lowered herself down as she kissed his lips, and her hips began to move faster. Her mucus covering his shaft as well of her fluids splashing into his inner thighs that were relaxed. His feet dangling with his toes pointed downward. His hands clapt onto (Y/N)'s rear, feeling her skin jiggle in his hands as she whimpered under his chin.

She felt her entire body getting tighter, especially around her abdominal area as her toes were curled and her breathing was getting louder. "Genya... I... I'm gonna cum..." she breathlessly announced, her voice sounding high-pitched, completely on the edge of reliving herself. as Genya's eyes slightly widened, but one of his eyes closed as one of his eyes closed as he felt her walls clamp down on him and felt himself twitching inside her.

"I think... I-I am too." (Y/N) lifted her head up, giving Genya to look at her and ask her, "Wh-Where do you want me to-" only for him to get cut off as she kisses his lips, cupping his face with both of her hands. Luckily the kiss didn't last long as they were both panting, feeling each others highs arriving as Genya says, "Inside?" and she frantically nods.

She laid her head on his shoulder, moaning into his ear as he started to whimper as he felt closer and closer to his arrival. (Y/N) then bit down on Genya's neck, which looked like that it didn't bother him as he was too focused on thrusting his hips with hers. I'm gonna cum, Geni... I... I...

"I LOVE YOU...!" they both shouted in unison as a howl of euphoria escaped their mouth as they felt their release from their gentalia. Genya's shaft launching out streams of his spunk into her womb, as (Y/N) was leaking out her own milky fluids on his pubic area, his producers, and inner thighs.

Both of them were a blubbering mess, stifling sounds of exertion as their parts would be twitching frantically and their bodies tensing up from every twitch. It was like their muscles got loose as they plopped down on each other, tirelessly panting, drenched in sweat, and occasionally twitching.

(Y/N) lifted their head up to look at Genya's face, seeing the strand of his hair stuck on his forehead, his eyes half-lidded as his mouth was open. His eyes turned in her direction, as his head slightly turned as he raised his hand, trembling to display his struggle of how heavy his arm felt after finishing, and cupped her cheek to caress it with his thumb as he formed a open smile on his face.

She smiled as she closed her eyes and kissed his lips, quiet moans escaping their mouths as they disconnected and reconnected the kiss, eventually ending it off with their tongues twirling with each other, and disconnecting it with their saliva stretching between each other.

His eyes and his smile had an expression on that just screamed, "I love you." And in a way, she had an expression that also screamed, "I love you, too." As they both wrapped their arms around each other, and drifted off to sleep.

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pleasedonteatmedemon · 2 years ago

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Hotaru Hagenezuka x DemonSlayer!Fem! Reader (NSFW) (Takes place during village arc, no spoilers)

I can't help myself, this man is so damn scriddily scrumptious, LOOK AT HIM !!!

(Contains; Hotaru cheats on his wife with you/Manipulation/virgin reader/age gap)

(Story is under the photo ofc.)

"You don't think he'll be to mad? Do you Tanjiro?" You say, your face filled with worry as sweat drips from your face. You hold your broken-in-half sword, looking at it and then at Tanjiro who only cringed. He scratches the back of his head, "Uh well..." He starts, taking a breath and then looking at you. "Yeah no, I'm pretty sure he's going to try to kill you..." He says, slight worry in his face. "W-What?!" You say, blinking. "Well...You can probably get him some mitarashi dango, it usually calms him down. " Tanjiro says. "I'm sure you'll be fine." He adds on, a reassuring smile on his face. You slightly whimper, "If you say so." You say, scratching your head. Tanjiro smiles once more, "Well here, I can take you to a market and then walk you to his home since you don't know where it is." Tanjiro says, you both stand up; as you were both sitting on the grass.

Tanjiro had been in the sword smith village for a few days, he already had his sword fixed but he told you some demons were lurking about and he had to stay to capture and dispose of them. Your sword had broke on a mission, and you got here just today.

You and Tanjiro walk along a path, you look at all the buildings and such in awe, "This place is sooo big!" You exclaim, a smile on your face. Tanjiro smiles, "Yes," He says. The sun was setting and it was starting to get slightly cold out. You and Tanjiro finally make it to some small food stand, originally you were going to a market but this was closer to Haganezuka's home. Tanjiro walks up to the stand, a masked individual inside, Tanjiro smiles and says, "2 mitarashi dangos please!" He says, holding up the number two with his hands. "Coming right up!" The person inside says. While waiting for the food, you decided to bring up Hataru again. "I've actually never met Hataru before...he was busy so someone else had delivered his sword to me." You say. "Oh, I see, well I hope your first meeting doesn't get too off on the wrong foot..." Tanjiro says. You sigh. The person finishes cooking the Mitarashi's and you take them both. You and Tanjiro thank the person, then making your way to the Haganezuka household. You reach the door to which Tanjiro the knocks on it. Someone with a mask anwsers the door, you could see long hair but not the face. Tanjiro bows, "Hello miss, we're looking for Hotaru Haganezuka, is he home?" Tanjiro says with a small smile. "Oh! No he isn't, I believe he's at the hot spring. Oh and also, I'm Nanako Haganezuko, I'm his wife." The woman states, then bowing slightly. Tanjiro side eyes you and raises an eyebrow, to which you only shrug. He sighs then smiling at you. He looks at the woman,"Thank you ma'am. " He says. Nanako shuts the door. You turn to Tanjiro, "I have some things I need to do, its late so please be quick, if I were you I'd go ahead and give him the Mitarashi and tell him about your sword tomorrow." Tanjiro says, then turning around and leaving, after a few steps he turns back and waves, you then do the same.

You sigh then starting your way towards the hot spring. It had reached night already. You lightly groan. You finally reach the large building, you feel the heat from the building even though you're outside. You remember Tanjiro had told you these springs were known to heal people. You waling inside the building, it was made out of wood and long big sticks for fencing. After a bit of walking, you make it to the springs, there was steam everywhere and tons of water and rocks, there were lanterns that lit up the place, you could also see the night sky. "Wow..." You mutter, looking up. You then look around the room, holding the two mitarashi's in hand. "M-Mr Haganezuka! Are you here..?" You yell out. You then see someone come out from the water, still inside the pool though. Their back was turned to you, the person had long wet black hair, you could tell even just from looking at the person's back, they were very 'ripped'. You then saw a mas and clothes right outside of the 'pool' area he was at. "U-Uhm sir..?" You call out. The man turns his head, his dark brown eyes piercing straight at you, he furrows his bushy eyebrows. His eyes then turn to the mitarashi dangos in your hands and he gives you a toothy smile, turning around fully. "Who are you and what do you what?" He asks, sternly but still smiling. You take a deep breath, "Uhm...My name is Y/n L/n, You had made me a sword uh...well...its kinda funny actually-" You try talking, then sweating as you scratch your head and look away, nervously laughing while speaking just to get cut off. Hataro's smile fades and he furrows his eyebrows slightly, he starts walking towards you but still in the water. "Whats actually kinda funny?" Hataro says, cutting you off. Hataro then steps out of the water, your face turning a dark shade of red as he walks right over to you, snatching both of the mitarashi's from your hands. "U-Uh..." You say blinking, looking up at him in awe.

He wasn't bad looking, and you found him quite attractive with his long hair and very muscled body, but he was a middle-aged married man so you just shook the thoughts away. He looks into you eyes, his tall figure looming over you. His eyes were like mini swords poking your eyes, you couldn't help but look away from his gaze. He grunts, "You know making swords costs money right? You were right to buy me these but it just won't do-" "I-I can pay you, really its n-no problem-" You had cut him off to which he holds his snacks in one hand, using the other to grab your jaw, You whimper. "I don't need money." he growls. He bites off one of the rice dumplings from the stick, chewing it. You raise an eyebrow in confusion, then putting your hands around his wrist, trying to make him release his grip on you. "H-Hey! Let go of me!" You yell out, although it was slightly muffled. "You're very pretty you know that? Hm?" He says, talking even though he had food in his mouth. You'd think he would swallow it by now. You whimper, you feel your blood run cold, you thought he'd get super pissed but not like this. He lowers himself down, a more calm look on his face, "Say...mm... If I let you leave now, I'll make you another sword but...if you break it, I'll never make you a sword again, but if you stay here and let me do my way with you, I won't care if you break 100 of my swords!" He exclaims, chewed food being spat onto your face as he speaked, it wasn't intentional, but you found it gross. You gulp. You were new to being a demon slayer so you didn't know you could just have a different swordsmith if he doesn't want anything to do with you. "A-Aren't you married..?" You ask, your eyes were wide and you were frightened. He rolls his eyes, "Indeed I am, but..." He says then groaning, "She's old and we're not really close anymore..." He says. He was still chewing his food, you thought it was so weird.

You whimper, slowly looking down, accidentally your eyes find their way to hotaru's cock; which looked rock hard. You didn't look for too long but long enough to now exactly what he looks like. He was quite hairy not unkept or in a gross way though. You bite your lip, you can't deny you're slightly turned on by the man. He holds a cold expression in his face. "So..what'll it be?" He says, raising an eyebrow. You sigh, your face was a very dark shade of red. You close your eyes. "F-Fine..." You answer. You feel his grip on your jaw go away, you open your eyes, the man lowers himself to your level, then cupping your face, he moves his face closer to yours, you gulp. His lips reach yours, unexpectingly you feel him push the food from in his mouth into yours. Your eyes widen. "Mphhh!" You moan out. Your lips part, before you can spit it out he puts a finger over your mouth. "Swallow it." He says, that same cold look was in his eyes. If it were possible you'd blush even more, you quickly swallow the pre-chewed mitirashi dango. You could feel your panties starting to soak. You start breathing heavily, feeling yourself get hot. Hotaru takes another bite, stuffing his mouth with a mitarashi before dropping the sticks to the floor. He then starts unbuttoning your uniform, then removing the top and tossing it to the side. You look away from him and cover your chest up. Haganezuka looks at you hungrily, grabbing your wrists and moving them to get a better look. He backs up slightly, "Take it off..." He says. "Wh-What...?" You say. "The bra...no all of it, take off your pants.." He says, his voice very stern and serious. A small frown was present on your face, you unhook your bra, then taking it off before going to your pants. Haganezuka watches in excitement, starting to slowly stroke his cock. You unbutton your pants, pulling them down and tossing them to the side. You look down at the floor and fiddle with your hands, you were now only in your underwear. Haganezuka groans, walking closer to you. He grabs your underwear, ripping them off your body, in response you let out a small whimper, then covering your pussy. "I-I...I've never done anything like this before..." You say, just above a whisper. The man freezes, dropping your ripped underwear to the floor. "Wh-What? You're a virgin..?" He says, looking up at you, his eyes slightly widen. "Y-yea..." You respond, biting your lip. You were 20 but you were still a virgin which made you incredibly embarrassed. He smiles, "Oh..." was all he said. Haganezuka the picks your up, cradling you, "A-Ah!" You squeak. He looks down at you, giving you another toothy smile then turning around and walking towards the hot spring's water. You look down nervously.

He walks into the water, setting you down. "Look at me.." Haganezuka says. You oblige, looking up at him, you couldn't help the fact you were actually incredibly horny. He puts his hand in the water towards you, touching your inner thighs, squeezing and rubbing them before going higher. He rubs the outside of your pussy, then rubbing your labia. He smirks. "You really like this don't you?" He says, slipping a finger inside of you. You gasp. He slowly move his finger in and out, adding in another shortly after. "M-Mr. Haganezuka...P-please don't be rough with me.." You whisper, your breaths starting to get heavier by the second. The man only chuckles in response. He curls his fingers inside of you, working them in and out of your body. "A-Ah-!? You quietly moan out, then letting yourself fall onto Haganezuka's chest. He chuckles once more, pulling his fingers out of you. You look up at him, your eyes filled with lust. He looks back at you, a small smile on his face. You feel him grab your thighs, he pulls you up, then holding your ass so you didn't fall. You gasp, feeling his tip lightly touch your entrance. Your eyes widen. He lowers you down slowly. You bite your lips, your palms laying down on his chest. You feel him slowly filling your insides to the brim. Your eyes go half-lidded, you look up at him. "M-Mr..H-Hagnnn...." You try to say his name but you feel him start to slowly bounce you up and down on his cock, distracting you. He slowly gets faster and faster, your tits bouncing in sync with your sex being violated by Haganezuka's. You can feel yourself starting to get over stimulated. "H-Ha...H..." You try to say his name, failing miserably and turning into a moaning mess. You hold onto his shoulders. He was being too rough, he started going fast way to quickly considering he had just put it in. The water splashes around you both, causing very small waves. You pant, your eyes go to the back of your head. Already you could feel your walls tighten around him as he repeatingly hits your core. He continues shoving himself in and out of you, you feel yourself reach your climax. You Scream out in pleasure, your eyesight going blurry and you feel a wonderful sensation all over your body. You laid limp against him as he continued fucking you; having not reached his own climax. His thrusts start getting sloppier and sloppier by the second, You hear Haganezuka let out a loud grunt, then you feel a hot liquid fill inside of you. He pulls himself out, setting you in the water, the cum drips out of you and into the water. You couldn't stand, you were so tired. You take a hold of Haganezuka, hanging onto him as if there was a 800 foot drop below you. "You did know that you could've just found a different swordsmith right? Or am I just that good looking?" He boasts. "Wh-Wha-? What do you mean...?" You say, panting, a red tint still on your face. Haganezuka only lets out a laugh, then patting you on the head. "You did good, you should break your sword more often..." He flirts. "Hey...I said what do you mean! We didn't have to actually do all that...?" You say, a frown was present on your face. "You enjoyed it anyhow..." He says, lowering his eyes at you. You only blush in response. "How about I take you home..? Its dangerous at night." Haganezuka asks. "Mmm...Well, I don't really see why not...I mean the worst has already past so..." you think to yourself. "S-Sure.." You say. He smiles.

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#Demon slayer #Hotaru Haganezuka #fanfic #fanfiction #xreader #smut #tanjiro kamado #nezuko #zenitsu #genya shinazugawa #KNY

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xxlady-lunaxx · 11 months ago

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No! Stop, I'm sorry! | {GenMui}

Theme: Angst

Notes: The AU is the same time mostly, but to being a DS, Kagaya is toxic ⚠ (I'm so sorry 😭) and he has other rules put up as the leader of the demon slayer such as: It is forbidden to date one of your gender and if you do not proceed with this rule, it will lead to punishment depending on how long you've been in the relationship. This, none of the Hashira respect but they cannot say anything. Also, the Ubuyashiki children and Amane all don't like this rule but they, as everyone else, can't disagree. (I think you know where this story is going..)

Genya cuddled against his boyfriend happily, relaxing. Muichiro buried his face in Genya's chest comfortably, his arms wrapped around him protectively. He was tired, he'd been on missions non stop lately and had little time to rest because of training. But Genya, here, had insisted and so they were at the Butterfly mansion—Genya had insisted that Muichiro got a check-up—and resting in one of the more private rooms Shinobu had lent them.

Eventually the two fell asleep peacefully, not minding anything else in the world but each other.

They were awoken by the door banging open and Sanemi strode inside. Genya and Muichiro both jolted up in surprise and quickly deattached themselves from each other—but it was too late.

Sanemi's expression—already angry—grew furious and he shouted, "THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING??"

He glared at Muichiro, not minding Genya for some reason.

"Ehm.. I fell asleep," the mist Hashira said. "I think."

"You think?! On my brother??" Sanemi spat.

Genya looked touched at those words and he went to protect his boyfriend. "Hey! He was tired! And I let him!"

Sanemi raised an eyebrow. "Oh sure. Anyways, are you two dating?" he asked, a little more cautiously.

Muichiro went to object and say no—out of all things he remembered, it was mostly about Genya. One, the fact that he loved Genya with all his might, and two, the fact that dating him was forbidden.

Genya didn't know this, though. He didn't know how much trouble they could get in just for dating. So, of course, he said, "Yes. So?"

Sanemi froze. "You.. break up with him right now."

Genya crossed his arms. "No!"

Muichiro tried to interject but Genya told him that he would handle it and he fell silent. The harm was already done anyways..

"You have to. You could get in so much fucking trouble," Sanemi whispered.

Genya raised an eyebrow. "Since when did you care if I got in trouble or not? Leave me and Muichiro alone if you're only going to be mean!" he said, trying to push Sanemi.

His older brother wasn't fazed by this but decided that, given that he'd been rude to Genya for so many years, it would just seem like he was being 'mean' again. So he turned to leave, but before he closed the door he shot Muichiro a stern look. "Tell him," he hissed, then slammed the door behind him.

Genya turned to his boyfriend, confused. "What did he mean?"

Muichiro was quiet for a moment, then said, "Dating anyone of the same gender is forbidden as a demon slayer. Especially to the Hashira. We could get in a lot of trouble for this. I don't think your brother will tell since all of us hate this rule but.. you have to be careful, Genya."

"I'm sure they won't do too much. Besides, that's a stupid rule.." Genya said, not really minding this warning. Muichiro wasn't always the one to rely on rules. He seemed to forget them constantly. Though the fact that Sanemi and Muichiro had said the same thing was a little unnerving. But he brushed it off, not wanting to think about it anyways.

Muichiro bit his lip and, though he knew he really should keep pushing Genya on this, he didn't want to appear as if he was saying this because he wanted to break up. No, he really didn't want to. Just.. he had to. But, so far, they hadn't been caught besides from Sanemi. Shinobu knew but she'd supported them and did her best to hide them as well. They were safe. It would be fine.

~~~

No. No, he was wrong. So, so wrong.

Either Kagaya had found out or someone had told him. But Genya was in trouble. Deep trouble.

Muichiro was standing in front of the Demon Slayer Corps leader, trying not to cry. He wouldn't bow. No, not when his boyfriend was being sentenced to death.

"What the hell," he choked out, glaring furiously at his Master. "Why the fuck would you put him to death for dating me?? Why don't you kill me instead?? Why?!"

"Language, Muichiro," Kagaya said calmly. "Being 'gay' is forbidden as you two might know. You must face humiliation. He is useless to the demon slayer corps, he cannot use breathing forms. You are a Hashira. You are more important. He is someone who is easily replace. You must understand this."

Muichiro gritted his teeth and his hands clenched to fists. "He's a person! He's as important as a Hashira! We are literally Hashira to protect people who aren't! You're so insensitive, how could you say that?! He's not easily replaced.. he's.. he's the only Genya and I hope you're the only you because I would fucking die if there were more of you," he shouted, turning and stalking off.

"If you want to know, his execution will be tomorrow at sunrise. Here," Kagaya called after him.

Muichiro didn't listen. He wouldn't let this happen.

He went straight to Sanemi and told him what happened. Of course, Sanemi was furious and he broke four chairs, a table, ten plates, two cups, ripped out some of his hair, and yeeted his katana to the otherside of the room. Muichiro stayed out of the way.

"Where is Genya," Sanemi demanded after he'd broken everything there.

Muichiro shrugged, his heart dropping. "I don't know.. I was taken to Mas-.... Ubuyashiki and Genya was on a mission I think."

Sanemi turned to Muichiro. "We're going to go fucking find him." He called his crow and asked for Genya's mission location.

The crow, confused, said, "He's had no mission! His crow was told to not assign him any! Because he was barely able to do anything to the demons and often ended up badly injured so that rendered him useless for his missions!"

Muichiro and Sanemi stared at the crow for a long while. Then, Sanemi said, "Then where is he."

Muichiro said, slowly, "And his crow?"

Sanemi's crow chirped widly. "I'll look for him! But I must be back before night to tell you of your missions," it said.

Sanemi nodded. "Alright. Go, now."

The bird flew out the window and left.

Sanemi turned to Muichiro. "We're going to find him by foot. Where did you last see him?"

~~~

"His mission was actually a way to get him into the Ubuyashiki's mansion and he has been held captive there till sunrise of this next day," the crow squawked fearfully. He'd been with Sanemi since Final Selection. He know how Sanemi could get. And he knew how much Genya meant to him.

Muichiro dropped the rock he'd been holding—he had lost his focus as he'd walked and had at some point picked up a rock and was unconsciously planning to throw it at whoever threatened Genya. Sanemi, who'd just met up with Muichiro, said, "What."

The crow nodded slowly. "He's at the Ubuyashiki's house now.. Somewhere."

Sanemi turned to the crow with a look that he might skewer him right then and there. "I'm going to fucking kill that man. Tokito, you go there. I'm going to finish whatever bitch ass mission I have and going right to Genya and taking him out."

~~~

Sanemi, Muichiro, and the rest of the Hashira (except Gyomei who wasn't told about this. As far a he knew, everything was still normal. He was returning from a mission and would most likely come back and find Genya was dead) were tied up—literally. They couldn't move, and though all of them could easily escape.. Kagaya was right there. And all of them were afraid that their own loved ones—even if they weren't gay—might be killed as well.

Muichiro couldn't move from pure shock and Sanemi was struggling but he'd been put the strongest bonds so he was unable to get out.

Two Kakushi stood next to Genya whose hands and legs had been tied. They were going to lay him on a wooden table and chop his head off. Since he had the sort of half-demon blood, he wouldn't die by his stomach being cut open. So they were killing him the way demons were killed.

The Kakushi had been picked simply because they were both homophobic. They probably wouldn't even try to be quick with this execution, but since Kagaya had ordered it.. they would have to.

Genya had been surprisingly quiet during this whole procession. But as the blade lowered to his neck, he cried out. "Stop!! I'm sorry! I promise not to do it again!!" he shouted, trying to get away. The Kakushi ignored him and continued pushing down. The other Kakushi held him still so he wouldn't struggle too much as they did so.

Tears pricked Muichiro's eyes and he tried to get out but his body was limp with fear. Sanemi on the otherhand struggled more than ever. And he broke the ropes around his legs. He moved slowly at first, then sprinted to Genya.

Kagaya shouted and Genya screamed. The Kakushi pushed down and Genya took one last, terrified look at Sanemi and Muichiro then started to disintigrate.

Sanemi screamed and stood next to Genya's dying body. Muichiro, finally finding the strength to escape, shot out towards them. He fell to his knees at Genya's side and said, shakily, "Don't die, don't die, Genya, please, don't die."

But Genya was dying. He was dying and then he was dead.

Muichiro sobbed and Sanemi turned and shouted at Kagaya who said, calmly, "This will be an example. All of you must not follow Muichiro and Genya's. Understood?"

It was quiet as everyone there stared at him with shocked expressions.

Then, Muichiro said, "I fucking hate you." He turned and stalked off, tears still streaming from his eyes. Sanemi followed with a similar sentiment and slowly but surely, the rest of the Hashira left—helping each other get out if they couldn't.

Mitsuri left last and she looked Kagaya in the eye and said, "I cannot call you Master anymore. I am disappointed.. and.. I won't work for you. I will work for Kiriya. He will be my Master."

Then she left, leaving the Ubuyashiki mansion in silence.

{Word count: 1804}

The one time Muichiro and Sanemi get along

Anyways,

The stoopi wheel chose: Sentenced to death, Panic, Homophobia, Execution The way it said sentenced to death AND execution..

#kny #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #ds #angst #gay #genmui #genya x muichiro #sanemi shinazugawa #muichiro tokito #angsty #oneshot #genya shinazugawa #homophobia #kagaya ubuyashiki #fanfiction #fanfic #kny fanfic

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marshmellowzz · 2 years ago

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I want some headcanons about a male Reader and Genya going to the same shooting range together and being friends :3 Also maybe Sanemi is there too?

Shooting Alley Headcanons With Genya

A/n - I’m sorry for the wait, anon! but I’ve finally got around to finishing this request, I hope you like it!

- genya was always a good shot, but his ultimate downfall would be his piss-poor social skills and extremely low confidence.

- the man is the physical embodiment of “looks like they will kill you but is actually a sweetheart”

- He has a very intimidating resting face, and the more anxious he becomes the more his scowl deepens, which leaves him confused as to why people tend to stray away from him.

- “Why is everybody scared of me ?☹️”

- so imagine the absolute distraught mess he became when he found out that you — someone he admired and found pretty cool — was also pretty handy in terms of aiming.

- genya keeps trying to hype himself up to strike up a conversation with you but he chickens out every single time.

- It doesn’t take long for him to find out that you two go practice at the same shooting range.

- he tries his best to avoid you, he gets scared to speak to you in fears that you would find him strange or scary.

- he definitely tries to ask sanemi for advice but sanemi is just not helpful at all.

- “jus’ stop being a pussy ‘n go talk to him.”

- you’d definitely have to be the one to strike up a conversation with him.

- he might look a little intimidating at first, and he may look like he holds a deep hatred for you.

- that is not the case!

- once you do, he’d probably super very nervous—and if you were to invite him to shoot beside you—he would miraculously be failing every single one of his shots.

- just a sputtering and embarrassed mess 😭

- luckily for genya, sanemi was not there. If he was he’d be laughing his guts out.

- It’ll take him some time to warm up to you…but the end result is worth it!

- after a while he’d start approaching you at school and hanging out with you.

- he’d begin to be more comfortable with you and he’d ask if you’d be at the shooting range after school.

- you guys would probably be hanging out after school every other day, just at your local shooting range.

- sanemi never liked this little hobby genya had adopted,

- since sanemi is a math teacher in the modern AU, he gets really pissed when he sees genya “goofing off” instead of improving his ability with math.

- he probably makes genya come home so he can practice math instead of going to the shooting range,

- sanemi has an unspoken dislike for you

- and your just like “???”

- but at the end of the day, sanemi knows you make his brother happy, so he lets it slide.

- hanging out with you is something genya looks forward to.

- whenever he’s sulking or moping around in class—he remembers that you guys are going to the shooting range after school together.

- he eventually feels that he can call you his best friend.

- he’ll gain the courage to invite you to other places besides the shooting range.

- new movie?

“let’s watch it together.”

- a cafe downtown?

“we can try it out.”

- “wanna meet my brother?”

- yeah…sanemi isn’t very thrilled to see you.

- its ok, he’ll have to get used to seeing you around because Genya holds you close to his heart.

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rainbowfey · 4 months ago

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22 "Wait, you love me?" - "I always have."

@flufftober

When Sanemi’s mansion appeared at the end of the street, Genya slowed down until he had stopped walking. The familiar pressure in his chest grew bigger and for a moment, he struggled to breathe. He had not been back to Sanemi’s estate since an incident where Sanemi had clearly shown him that he did not wish to speak to him. Ever since, Genya had not seen Sanemi even once and for weeks, he had dreaded the moment where they would meet again. Thus, it had come as a rather shocking surprise when his Kasugai crow had told him that his next mission would lead him to Sanemi’s mansion. For a while, he had contemplated relaying the message through his crow that he would not follow this particular order. But then, he had gathered all his courage and decided to go through with it. After all, Sanemi was still his brother even though he could not stand Genya and probably never had since they had been children.

Genya took a deep breath and straightened his shoulders before he started moving again. However, he could not bring himself to walk quickly and thus, he meandered along the street, stretching it as much as he could. But even the longest path had to end at some point and sooner than he liked, he arrived at the gate in the fence surrounding the mansion. The gate was closed and instantly, the hope that it would be locked stirred in his guts, giving him a good excuse to leave without further investigation. Almost smiling at that prospect, he reached for the handle.

The gate swung open without a hitch. Genya stared at the definitely unlocked and now open gate and cursed silently as his hope was shattered. He grimaced and uncomfortably shifted his weight from one leg to the other. He looked up to the sky, hoping to see his Kasugai crow come for him to tell him that he could leave again but except for a few fluffy clouds, there was nothing in sight. Miserably, he looked down at the package in his hand. The order had said very specifically that he was to deliver it to Sanemi personally, so he was not even able to just set it down somewhere and make a run for it.

Genya sighed and clutched the package when taking the first step through the gate. Even though the package was the very reason as to why he even was in this situation, it was also the only thing he could hold onto right now. His legs felt shaky when he walked further onto the estate, leaving the gate behind. Each step took him farther away from the street leading back to safety, his only refuge. He nervously glanced around and listened intently for any sign of Sanemi but the estate lay eerily quiet before him. He gulped when he realized that this would only prolong this situation and suddenly, he almost hoped to hear Sanemi’s aggressive snarl somewhere close as this was his only way to get out of here quickly. But since everything stayed silent, he did not have much of a choice than to walk to the front door of the mansion and knock, hoping that he would leave the estate in one piece later on.

When Genya had reached the door, he hesitantly lifted his hand and carefully knocked at the wooden door. Only once, then he quickly took a step back, fearing the worst. His heart started beating faster when he heard footsteps behind the door and almost without noticing, he pressed the package against his chest as if he could hide behind it. When the door opened, he took a deep breath and his chest felt like it would explode at any moment now. He closed his eyes, waiting for the inevitable.

“Genya-kun! What a surprise to see you here,” a voice exclaimed that sounded way warmer than Sanemi was even able to.

Both relieved and disappointed at the same time, Genya opened his eyes again and met the gaze of an attendant. It was a woman, wearing the typical uniform that showed her to be a Kakushi. While her mouth was covered with the usual Kakushi mask, her brown eyes smiled at him warmly and a faint memory stirred in Genya’s mind. If he was not mistaken, he had seen her before. Maybe she was even the attendant who had ushered him out after his last confrontation with Sanemi, treating his wounds and taking care that he got away without being seen. He remembered her kindness and when he now looked at her, he felt the lump in his throat lightening a bit.

“I am here to deliver a package to … Shinazugawa-san,” he said hesitantly. “I have to hand it over personally.”

The attendant nodded and looked at the package in his hands curiously. “Of course,” she said in her friendly voice. “Shinazugawa-sama is not here at the moment but I’m sure he will return in a few hours. How about you come in and wait here?”

Genya flinched and quickly shook his head. He did not dare to imagine how Sanemi would react if he got back to his mansion just to find his detested brother sitting in his living room. “I don’t think that’s a good idea,” he mumbled.

But the attendant did not seem to take notice of his reluctance. Instead, she held the door open for him and motioned for him to come in. When he hesitated, her gaze softened and she calmly said, “How about you wait in the garden? Would that be a compromise?”

And to his surprise, Genya found that this indeed sounded a lot less intimidating. Slowly, he nodded and her eyes lit up. “Follow me then,” she said enthusiastically and waved him closer.

The path to the garden led them through a part of the mansion and even though his heart still thundered in his chest, Genya curiously looked around, taking in the sight. As he had expected, Sanemi did not seem to be in favor of decorations or knick-knacks but to his surprise, there were quite a few plants that did look well taken care of. Of course, that could also be due to the diligent attendant but Genya was surprised that Sanemi tolerated plants in his personal space. Even more since some of them were very obviously flowers. Somehow, that did not fit into Genya’s image of his brother as flowers seemed gentle and soft while Sanemi was as hard as stone.

When they reached the garden, the attendant gestured to a spot where he could sit down. A wooden porch sat between the house and its garden and since the porch was still under the roof, Genya would be shielded from any wind and rain there. Not that that would be necessary as today the weather was particularly mellow, almost as if it wanted to soothe Genya. With a grateful nod, he sat down and braced himself for a long wait.

It took a while for his heartbeat to finally calm down. The neat garden did help calm his nerves and after a while, he almost forgot his fear of the confrontation in his wake. At one point, the attendant popped her head out of the door and asked him whether he would like to eat or drink something. He politely declined and she disappeared, only to come back with a cup of tea anyways. She handed it to him, giving him a friendly wink. “Good for the nerves,” she said under her breath and Genya could not help but smile back at her nervously.

The time flew by and before he knew what had happened, the sun set on the horizon. With the fading light, Genya’s nervosity came back and he fiddled around the now empty cup. For a moment, he hoped that Sanemi would not return this evening but if that was the case, the attendant surely would have let him know. So, he started counting the minutes, growing more uneasy with each moment that passed. But everything stayed silent.

When Genya finally heard voices in the house behind him, he flinched violently and hastily grabbed the package he had set down next to him. His heart hammered in his chest and when he heard heavy footsteps coming closer, his stomach tightened and he felt like he was about to throw up at any moment now. He desperately pressed a hand against his mouth and swallowed hard when he heard the door behind him opening.

The footsteps came to a halt and Genya did not dare to turn around. Only when he realized that Sanemi would certainly consider this behavior disrespectful did he force his body to move. He quickly got to his feet, staring at the ground intently as he bowed deeply.

“I am here to deliver a package,” he said quietly, hoping that his voice would tremble less than his body did. When Sanemi did not reply, Genya held the package out with both hands, still lowering his head.

The seconds of silence seemed to blur into a small eternity while all he heard was his blood rushing through his ears and quiet, steady breathing a few steps away. Then, the silence was shattered by the sound of the door sliding open again.

“I have prepared dinner for you, Shinazugawa-sama,” the attendant said in her friendly tone and Genya froze. “Since it’s too late for young Genya to walk back through the forest alone, I have prepared a portion for him too.”

Genya managed to suppress his gasp just in time before it could leave his mouth. He wanted to scream and run away but his body did not react at all, leaving him frozen in place. Bile made its way up his throat and he desperately pressed his lips together.

When Sanemi did not say a word, the attendant walked towards Genya. From the corner of his eye, he saw her setting a tray down on a narrow table, positioning the dishes neatly before she looked up and smiled again. “You should have your meal while it’s still warm.”

That was what tipped the scales and suddenly, Genya’s voice worked again. “I … I should get going,” he stammered, shooting her a pleading look.

“Nonsense,” she said firmly. “And now come here and take a seat.”

Her tone did not allow for any protest and with a sense of impending doom, Genya cautiously set down the package on the porch and followed her order, sitting down, his gaze still fixed at the ground.

“You too, Shinazugawa-sama,” the attendant said politely but insistently. And to his bewilderment, Genya heard footsteps coming closer slowly. The floorboards of the porch creaked when Sanemi sat down. The attendant beamed at him and nodded. “Good. And now enjoy your meal.”

And with those words, she bowed politely and retreated back into the mansion, leaving them alone. Genya’s ears were ringing and he struggled for breath. Everything in him wanted to get up and run away but he knew that would be a grave mistake. “I’m sorry,” he blurted out. “I didn’t mean for this to happen. I’ll just get going now.”

“No.”

The word came out of nowhere and hung in the air between them, growing until it almost suffocated Genya. His hair stood on end when he hesitantly asked, “N- no?”

Sanemi heaved a deep sigh and his voice sounded exasperated when he repeated, “No. She’s right, you can’t leave now. It’s not safe.”

“I’ll be fine,” Genya stammered, instinctively backing away. “I can handle it.”

Sanemi huffed and Genya froze at the familiar sound. “Yeah, I’ve seen how you handle things,” he said, his voice full of disdain. “You are going to stay here for the night. But tomorrow morning by sunrise, I want you gone.”

“Yes, Sir,” Genya muttered, feeling entirely miserable. His whole body tensed up when he felt Sanemi moving next to him, but Sanemi just pulled the table a bit closer.

“Eat,” Sanemi said curtly and pointed at the tray which held two portions of each dish.

Genya looked down at his hands that were still trembling. He knew that if he reached for one of the bowls now, Sanemi would notice it. But if he did not follow Sanemi’s order, he was risking even more. And thus, he plucked up his courage and cautiously took one of the bowls, praying that he would not drop it. From the corner of his eye, he saw Sanemi looking at his hands but he stayed silent. Instead, he slowly started eating, not paying Genya any further attention.

With a weird mixture of relief and fear, Genya looked down at his bowl and the lump in his throat grew. While his stomach did feel hollow, he was fairly sure that he would not manage to eat even a single bite without having to throw up. His heart started pounding faster again while he pleaded with his body to not give up on him.

When he realized that Sanemi was looking at him, his heart stopped. “What are you so afraid of?” Sanemi asked harshly and Genya flinched.

He did not know what to say as Sanemi would probably not take too kindly to him revealing the truth. Hastily, he wracked his brain for a possible explanation but nothing came to mind and the bowl he stared at helplessly also did not reveal any magical solution.

“I’m not going to harm you,” Sanemi said after a while and Genya winced when he realized how accurately Sanemi had read his mind.

“But you tried to last time,” Genya blurted out and pressed his hand on his mouth when he realized what he had said. The urge to flee grew until it was almost overwhelming but he stayed frozen in place, the bowl trembling in his other hand.

For a moment, Sanemi stayed quiet. Then, he nodded. “I did,” he said curtly. “But I’m not going to try again.”

Genya paused and asked himself whether he had heard the words right. He set his bowl down, careful not to break it. And when he spoke, the word came without him thinking about it. “Why?”

Sanemi stayed silent for so long that Genya started to think he would not reply at all. But when he also set his bowl aside and spoke up, his voice sounded strangely tired. “Because I realized that it’s too late. You have chosen your path and I am not able to change that anymore.”

Images flashed before Genya’s inner eye. He still saw Sanemi’s face in his nightmares, pale with rage as he stormed towards Genya, two fingers outstretched, aiming for his eyes. The tone of Sanemi’s voice now did not want to fit in with those memories and Genya’s mind started swimming. When he had told Sanemi that he had started eating demons, he had expected a reaction. Maybe surprise, bewilderment even, probably also a bit of anger. But he had not expected Sanemi attacking him like that. How in the world could anyone ever expect something like that, even from a person that hated them?

After the incident, Genya had thought about it every single night, lying awake and staring into the dark. At first, he had thought Sanemi had wanted to kill him. However, there would have been more than enough more convenient ways to do so. And after long and hard thinking, Genya had come to the conclusion that Sanemi had went specifically for his eyes because he wanted to blind him. But why he had tried that had escaped Genya. Until now.

“You wanted me injured so badly that I can’t be a demon slayer anymore,” he said slowly when the realization sunk in. His heart stopped and for the first time, he looked up and met Sanemi’s gaze. The look out of his dark eyes paralyzed Genya and he held his breath, waiting for a reaction.

Sanemi looked at him, his face entirely blank. But then, he sighed and shrugged. “It did not work,” he said, his face still unmoving.

Genya stared at him, trying to grasp what could have led Sanemi to this attempt. “I … why did you want to do that to me?” he asked quietly, his heartbeat slowing down until it felt like his heart would stop beating at any moment. If this was the moment of truth, he had to use his chance to find out once and for all.

Sanemi stayed silent for a while. His gaze wandered over the dark garden and for once, he seemed almost calm, unsettlingly so. When he finally spoke, his voice sounded strained, sending a shiver down Genya’s spine. “I can’t watch my brother go down that path.”

Genya’s head shot up and he stared at Sanemi with wide eyes. In his ears, faint memories of Sanemi’s voice rang when he hissed at him that they were not family. “You said you didn’t have a brother,” Genya said, casting his caution to the wind. “What changed?”

Sanemi sighed and when he looked back at Genya, his face darkened. “Nothing,” he said curtly. “After tomorrow, I don’t want to see you again.”

And even though Genya was not surprised at these words, his heart ached when he looked at his older brother, his pale face so familiar and so foreign at the same time. When he blinked, he saw a younger, happier face for a moment and the pain in his chest grew until it took his breath away. He could still see a younger Sanemi smiling at him, ruffling his hair. But then he blinked another time and the world turned dark again. The fair features turned into rough, hard ones, no hint of that kind smile left. The lump in Genya’s throat grew until it suffocated him. “Why, Sanemi?” he asked and his voice broke.

Sanemi closed his eyes and for a moment, Genya could see the pain in his features as he grimaced. When he opened his eyes again, he straightened his shoulders and stared into the night. “You don’t want to see a person you love seal their own fate,” Sanemi said. And when he turned back and looked at Genya, his voice sounded cold. “I’m not going to stand by and watch you die. If you want things to be this way, you’re on your own.”

And while Genya heard his voice, four words echoed in his mind. ‘A person you love’. The world shattered around him when he looked at his brother. “Wait,” he whispered, his vision blurring, the world washing away until Sanemi’s face was all he could see. “You love me?”

And when Sanemi looked at him, Genya could see the anguish in his eyes. “I always have,” Sanemi said hoarsely, his gaze burning into Genya’s eyes. “And that’s exactly why I can’t watch you go down.”

Genya’s face felt cold when a single tear ran down his cheek. And when he looked at Sanemi, he felt small again, like the child that had sought shelter in his brother’s arms when it got scared. “I’m sorry, aniki,” he squeezed out and quickly wiped the tear away. “I’m so sorry.”

Genya looked down, desperately trying to regain his composure as more and more tears blurred his vision, running down his cheeks uncontrollably. He wrapped his arms around himself, trying to find something to hold onto as the pain ripped him to pieces. When he heard a movement next to him, he flinched and hunched up his shoulders, trying to shield his head.

And then, a hand touched his back. Hesitantly at first, then firmer as it grabbed his shoulder and slowly pulled him closer. And when he felt an arm wrapping around his shoulder, he broke. Pushing his fear aside, he threw himself at his brother, clinging to him as if he was his lifeline. Sanemi froze under his touch, his body growing stiff. But then, he heaved a deep sigh and softened, pulling Genya into an embrace. “We’ll make it through this together, Genya-kun.”

And for the first time in years, Genya felt safe again.

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