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hoejosatoru · 2 years ago

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Stars Around Scars

“You drew stars around my scars”

Pairing: Fem!reader x Obanai. y/n’s skin color/hair color/texture is not specified

Summary: Y/n is the newest hashira and catches the attention of Obanai. The more you get to know each other, the more you fall for each other. And the more you’re scared to admit it.

Word Count: 5.6k

Warnings: Spoilers for what’s under Obanai’s bandages, mentions of a difficult upbringing, y/n is scarred, a touch fo yearning, body worship, face sitting, raw sex, cream pie, Obanai being a softie bc I know he is for his girl idc<3, not proof read

You stepped onto the Hashira compound, a swirl of emotions inside you. There was a swelling sense of pride at getting to the highest level a Demon Slayer could hope to achieve. There was a nagging feeling of anxiety as you wondered if you truly were worthy of this honor. Though you sometimes doubted yourself, you knew you would give it your all. You just hoped that was enough.

Meeting the other Hashiras didn’t help with your imposter syndrome. They all seemed so confident, so capable, that you wondered if you could ever measure up. They weren't quite as welcoming as you’d hoped, but no one was mean to you. It was in the nature of a Hashira to be wary, you just hoped you could win their trust over time.

Your first week was long and exhausting as you learned the layout of the compound, were updated on the biggest current threats to the Corps, and were thrown into training. The training, though tough, was where you felt the most confident. You were used to brutal training sessions, so there was a sense of comfort slipping into something familiar.

Nonetheless, it was a tiring week and you were looking forward to enjoying lunch on your day off under a particularly shady tree. You made your own food instead of eating what was provided by the compound, enjoying the familiar flavors of home. You had a complicated relationship with your family, but the food brought you a sense of peace after a long week.

The tree was a perfect as you thought, providing shade from the sun and cool breezes on occasion. You let your back rest against the stump as you enjoyed some stillness. You were only there a few minutes when you sensed movement out of the corner of your eye. You zeroed in on it, recognizing the scaly white creature as Obanai’s snake.

“Hello little guy,” you greeted the snake. Kaburamaru blinked at you. “Are you hungry?” His tongue darted out, which you took as a yes. “Not sure if snakes like salmon, but you go.” You ripped off a piece of your salmon onigiri and placed it gently before the snake. He gobbled it up, which made you smile. “You’re a cute little guy aren’t you? Are you looking for your... err father?” You weren’t sure exactly what Obanai considered the snake. “You do know he’s right above us, right?”

Obanai stiffened on the branch he was perched on. He’d been sitting there before you arrived and thought it was the perfect opportunity to scope out the new hashira without being noticed. He, evidently, had been noticed. “When did you know I was here?” he asked.

You looked up and gave him a kind smile. “I saw you from across the yard. I figured the tree was big enough for both of us. Didn’t wanna bother you if you didn’t want to be found.”

“Impressive.” He wasn’t sure if he was more impressed that you noticed or that you showed no signs of it. His stealthiness was usually one of his greater strengths, so for you to see through it was truly worthy of praise.

The snake hashira dropped to the ground next to you, barely making a sound. You knew the grace of his landing had nothing to do with his smaller size and everything to do with year of training. “Thank you.” You were surprised to hear praise from him, You hadn’t had much interaction with Obanai after your introduction, but heard from Shinobu that he could be quite tough. “Kaburamaru is so sweet. Do you consider him a pet?” You gently pet the top of the snake’s head as he slithered past you.

Obanai was surprised that the snake allowed this; he usually was hostile towards strangers. The kindness you showed the snake had interested him, as many people were not so pleasant to Kaburamaru. Obanai didn’t know you well, but if his snake approved of you, it gave him a good feeling about your character.

“He’s a friend,” Obanai explained. He watched your face for any judgement, which he was used to when he told people about the relationship between him and Kaburamaru. People didn’t understand it and tended to mock him for it. Not that those people usually left those conversations laughing.

You, however, smiled. “I bet he’s a great friend.” There was no a trace of mocking in your voice. The way you smiled at Obanai made him... uncomfortable. Not in a negative way, no that was for sure. But he felt something he could not quite put his finger on. “Do you want to join me for lunch?”

Obanai did want to stay. He was intrigued by you and wanted to know more. However, eating involved taking his bandages off and he was not going to do that around someone he just met. “I’ve got some business to attend to.”

You knew it was a long shot. In your short time at the compound, you’d never seen Obanai eating. You knew he had to at some point, but it seemed something he preferred to do in private. “Of course. Why don’t you take a few onigiri? I made too many anyway.”

You placed them in his hands before he could respond. Obanai felt strangely moved by this small act of kindness. He was not used to people, especially new people, being so, well, kind to him. He knew it was his own fault; he wasn’t exactly the most approachable person. Typically it didn’t bother him, as he preferred solitude. He found a lot of people were not worth his time. Something about you, though, made him feel differently. “Thank you,” he replied. “I’ll se you around.”

With that you were truly alone under the tree. You hoped you made a decent impression and hadn’t come off too strong forcing food on him. What if he didn’t like it? Would he think poorly of you? And why did you care that much if he liked your onigiri? You guessed it was your nerves about being accepted by the other hashiras. Obanai seemed like a tough nut to crack and you felt one wrong move could make him have a negative opinion of you.

As you sat under the tree reflecting on your interaction with him, you felt a little blush creep up your cheeks. You knew you weren’t flustered just because he was a coworker you wanted to impress, you thought he was cute. You felt so totally juvenile sitting here crushing on your coworker. You barely knew him, plus there were a lot more important things to focus on with this job then a crush. You did your best to shove that thought away and enjoy the rest of your day.

***

Later in the week you sat in the compound library, flipping through books. You loved reading, but your home village did not not have nearly as much reading material- not that you would have had much time to read them.

You sensed motion and looked up to find Obanai approaching. Unbeknownst to you, a small smile appeared under his bandages that you’d sensed him again. “Hi, Obanai and hi Kaburamaru,” you ignored how him standing close to you made your pulse surge. You gave the snake a gentle head rub. Obanai appreciated that you greeted his snake, as most ignore him. “I’m not hogging anything you want, am I?” You weren’t exactly sure how the library worked here, as there was no librarian monitoring the works. You hopes you weren’t doing anything you weren’t supposed to.

Obanai shook his head. “No, I actually wanted to uh- thank you.” He wasn’t sure why the words felt hard to get out. “For the onigiri, I mean. It was great. The best I’ve ever had actually.” He’s never felt such a need to praise someone over something so small.

The way you beamed up at him made his heart do something strange. It fluttered. It fucking fluttered. He always thought it was bull shit when people said someone made their heart flutter, but he couldn’t deny how the sensation started in his chest and seemed to spread through his whole body. He could feel Kaburamaru staring at him, sending that Obanai was feeling something strong.

“Oh, I’m so glad!” You gushed. “I am making some soup later, but I’ll definitely have extra. I know you don’t like eating in front of everyone, so I could bring it to your room… you know if- if you want.” You became more shy as you spoke, unsure if you were doing too much. Obanai was looking at you in a way that you couldn’t quite decipher, which made you nervous you were weirding him out.

Little did you know, Obanai felt warmed by your words. You’d been here a short while and shown him more consideration than most of the other hashiras had. “I’d like that. If it’s not any trouble.”

You were relieved. “None at all. I’ll come by your room later.”

Though he didn’t want to leave, he also felt he needed to make a get away to clear his head and sort out these strange feelings. “See you then.”

Later that evening, you arrived at Obanai’s door with a pot of soup in your hands and butterflies in your stomach. No matter how stupid you told yourself you were being, you couldn’t quite banish them. Obanai opened the door, pulling you from your thoughts. It didn’t shock you that he knew you were there without you having to knock.

“Hi,” you said

“Hello.” Kaburamaru stuck his tongue as a greeting.

“Here’s the soup,” you said stupidly. Obviously that’s what it was, that’s the whole reason you came here. Your nerves were making you feel like you were being awkward. Ugh.

“Thank you,” Obanai replied. He was feeling a bit awkward himself, though he was blaming himself for it. Your hands brushed at you handed the pot over to him and you both had to stifle a gasp. “Smells really good,” Obanai said, trying to distract from how such a minor touch made him feel.

“Thank you,” you replied. “Oh! I almost forgot. I bought some salmon for Kaburamaru. Seemed like he liked it.” You fished the wrapped little piece of salmon out of your bad and placed on top of the pop. Kaburamaru shimmied gratefully.

Obanai smiled and even you could tell by the way his eyes crinkled. “You’re going to spoiled him.”

You giggled, a sound that made Obanai’s heart flutter. Again. “I’d say he deserves it.” There was a beat of silence. You both wanted to say more but weren’t sure what. You were afraid of overstaying your welcome, knowing he probably just wanted to eat in peace. “I don’t want to take up too much of your time. Don’t worry about getting the pots back to me, it’s not rush. I know where to hunt you down for them anyways.” You laughed at your own stupid, not so funny joke. God you really needed to get it together, you thought.

Obanai wished he could invite you in to eat with him, but he didn’t want to bother you. Nor did he want you to see him without the bandages. He was always self conscious about his scars, but with you in particular it felt worse. Not that he thought you’d be outwardly mean at all. He was just scared of seeing your face change when you saw them, like most people did. He wanted to remain unscarred in your mind.

“Thank you again,” Obanai replied. As you turned, he couldn’t help himself. “Wait a second.” You looked back at him expectantly. “Would you ever want to um-” he hesitated. He realized he wanted to ask you out on a date, but instantly felt foolish. He allowed himself to really take in your beauty, which equally made his heart swell and sink. No one that looked like you would want to date someone that looked like him. You deserved better. “Uh, train together? Not saying you need it, but sometimes it’s helpful, you know, a little one on one practice.”

He hoped he didn’t sound as nervous as he felt.

“I’d like that a lot,” you replied, easing his nerves a bit. You made a plan to meet up the next time you were free before you left him to enjoy his dinner.

Kaburamaru gave him a knowing look once you were gone. “Oh shut up,” he grumbled.

***

Your training sessions with Obanai quickly became your favorite part of the week. Even when you were tired you found yourself looking forward to them. And not just because it was an excuse to spend more time with him, though that definitely didn’t hurt.

What you really appreciated was learning from him. He was incredibly talented, which you knew a harshira would be, but it was still amazing to witness firsthand. You were surprised how quickly training with him improved your own skills. In just a few weeks of sessions you felt yourself getting faster and stronger. Each time Obanai praised your progress, your stomach did flips.

They were not hollow praises either. Regardless of his feeling, Obanai was not one to handout empty compliments. He truly was impressed with your work ethic and skill development. He looked forward to the sessions as much you did, loving that he had an excuse to be close to you. Sometimes to even touch you when critiquing your form. He knew it was wrong to enjoy it in the way he was, but he could stop his damn heart from fluttering whenever he was close enough to breathe in your sweet scent.

“So, I hear you and Obanai have become quite friendly,” Shinobu brought up over a snack in your room. It wasn’t a secret that you and Obanai trained together; many of the hashiras did sessions together. However, it felt like something you wanted to keep private, probably because of the other reasons you were enjoying the training. It made it feel more illicit than it should.

“He’s just helping me train,” you replied, trying to keep your voice calm and vaguely disinterested. As if it didn’t mean much to you.

Shinobu rolled her eyes. “Obanai doesn’t help anybody. At least not for a good reason.”

Your brow peaked. “What do you mean?”

“You’re so dense,” Shinobu teased, “he obviously likes you.”

You stiffened. That couldn’t be possible, never showed any signs of having feelings beyond what was normal with a coworker. “No, I think he is just being nice.”

Shinobu snorted with laughter. “Obanai is never nice. I know you’re new around here, so trust me. He’s never like that with anybody. He has to like you.”

Could she be right? You’d heard that Obanai was not the most friendly hashira, yet you’d had the opposite experience. Still he never seemed romantic or anything like that with you. Though there were times you felt a strange tension between the two of you….

“You’re red as a tomato you know,” Shinobu commented.

“Am not,” you grumbled. “It’s not possible. We are just… friends. At most.”

Shinobu rolled her eyes. “Oh please, y/n. I see how you are with him. You totally like him too.”

You gaped at her. Had you been so obvious? “I do not!” You tried to dispute her but it only fueled her amusement.

“Are your training sessions really just training? Don’t tell me you guys are hooking up?” She was snickering as she spoke.

Your cheeks burned impossibly hotter. “Never, it’s just combat training.” You were able to answer that calmly, as it was the truth.

“But you want to hook up with him, don’t you?”

You groaned. You absolutely did, despite your desperate attempts to deny that feeling, but you were absolutely not going to tell her that. “No.”

The look she gave you told you she wasn’t buying it one bit. “Hey I’m not judging. Maybe Obanai would be in a better mood if he got laid.” You were silent, hoping it was stop her from continuing. Of course it did not. “If you do hook up with him you have to tell me. I’ve always wondered what he’s got going on down there. What if he has another snake where his di-“

“Okay that’s enough!” You cut her off before you died of embarrassment.

Shinobu left shortly after that, still laughing at you. You almost asked if she knew about what was under his bandages, but it felt too personal. You wanted him to tell you if and when he was ready. You sighed, flopping down on you bed, plagued by the confusing thoughts Shinobu put in your head.

Meanwhile, Obanai was sharpening his weapons as Tengen poked him about you.

“You sure are opening a lot of time with y/n.”

Obanai did not give him a reaction, keeping his eyes trained on his blade as he polished it. “I’m training her.”

“You didn't train me when I joined.”

“That’s because you’re beyond help,” Obanai replied flatly.

“Oh?” Tengen smirked, “You sure it has nothing to do with me not being a beautiful woman?”

Obanai stiffened. He hated that Tengen called you beautiful, even though it was true. The more he spent time with you, the more he was sure you were the more beautiful woman he’s ever seen. Knowing that Tengen thought the same triggered his jealousy. “It has nothing to do with that. Only an air head like you would think like that.”

Tengen chuckled at how Obanai prickled. “Really? So you wouldn’t mind if I took her on her first mission instead of you?” Kaburamaru hissed.

“You should worry about how sloppy you’ve been on your own missions,” Obanai practically hissed too.

“Whatever you say, Obanai,” Tengen laughed, walking out the door. “Who knows, maybe she’ll take pity on you and you’ll get an extra special end of mission reward.”

Obanai simmered over Tengen’s insinuation, as if that was all he saw in you. Of course Obanai had thought in you in... that way. But he didn’t want to just hook up with you. He wanted to date you; he couldn’t deny it to himself anymore. However, he doubted someone that looks like you would want him. He despised Tengen for many reasons. He was tall, strongly built, had an annoyingly handsome face (though that didn’t mean he was a better hashira because that was not true). He had everything Obanai didn’t, not to mention 3 wives. He was the type of guy women wanted. The type of guy you deserved. Obanai sighed, resigned to his fate. He told himself after he finished this mission he would stop being selfish and leave you alone.

***

You were a mix of excited and nervous as you and Obanai set out for your first mission. It was explained to you that every hashira is accompanied on their first time by another to demonstrate what is expected of them when they go out on missions. After that, missions were solo unless it was a particularly significant threat. You were foolishly excited to spend time with Obanai, while also nervous about making a good first impression.

You spent a full day traveling, arriving at the village plague by three demons at nightfall. You and Obanai split up, as they typically attack simultaneously, but in separate parts of the village. A scream alerted you to the demon you were tracking, finding him cornering a girl a bit younger than you. Anger flamed through you, hating how demons went after those who were so vulnerable.

You cut the demon down easily, which boosted your confidence. You checked on the young woman, who was thankfully okay. You left her to search for the third demon, who you found easily. For as fast as you thought you had been, Obanai had beat you to him. You were in awe of watching him use his skills in real time. Not that he needed it, but you jumped into help. Due to all of your training, you and Obanai worked together easily. He was able to keep the demon distracted while you beheaded it.

Just like that your first mission was over. You knew it was a fairly easy one, but you were proud of how well you did. Obanai praised you just as much, which amplified your glow. You were both exhausted, though, retiring to your respective rooms in the villages Inn.

In the morning you were able to enjoy the villages hot springs. You welcomed how the hot warm relaxed your muscles after a long day of travelings and a night of demon hunting. You soaked as long as you could, before heading back to the Inn to get ready for the trek back. You bumped into Obanai in the lobby, who told you that a crow came and announced a terrible storm was rolling through, making it unsafe for you to travel back today. You'd have to stay the night.

“I’m so sorry, but we have only one room,” the Inn keeper reported anxiously, “We only planned for you to stay for one night. I don’t mean to dishonor either of you. I could ask another guest to leave.” You weren’t used to being treated in such high regard. You knew people felt that serving a hashira was a great honor, one that this man obviously took very seriously.

“You have not dishonored us in the slightest,” you replied kindly, “You have hosted us graciously, which we are grateful for. We don’t blame you for an unforeseen storm. Please do not inconvenience any other guests. Obanai and I can share my room, if that is okay?”

You could feel Obanai watching you as you spoke. You hoped that he was comfortable with the arrangement; you were so focused on relaxing the Inn keeper you didn’t think about how he would react. Obanai, of course, was only surprised that you were okay with this arrangement. He was also in awe of your ability to put the Inn keeper at ease. Connecting with people in such a way was not his strong suit.

You and Obanai retired to your room. You weren't uncomfortable with him being there, but you did feel nervous. It was one thing to spend a lot of time with someone, but it was a whole other thing to sleep with them in the same bed. You hoped you hadn’t made Obanai uncomfortable by suggesting this.

“Do you mind if I put Kaburamaru in the closet? He likes to sleep in dark places,” Obanai explained, pulled a little serpent-sized sleeping bag out of his bag. Kaburamaru slid off his shoulders and into it, curling up comfortably.

“Of course not,” you replied, “He looks very cute in there.” If Kaburamaru could blush, he would have. Obanai was only slightly jealous. He set the snake in the closet, closing the door behind him. “May... May I say something?”

“Of course,” Obanai replied. He could tell you were nervous, but was not sure why.

“Seeing as we are going to be sleeping here I... I want you to be comfortable,” you began, hoping you wouldn’t be overstepped, “I just wanted you to know that if you wanted to take your bandages off, I would never judged you for what is beneath them.”

Obanai stiffened and you were afraid you had offended him.

“I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything. I hope I didn’t upset you.”

“You didn’t upset me,” Obanai replied quickly, hating how upset you looked at the thought of hurting him. “I’m not offended I... I just don’t want to disgust you.” Your heart ached at his vulnerability.

“You won’t,” you insisted, “Whatever it is, I promise I won’t think less of you.”

Obanai felt an itch of anxiety as he admitted, “I’m scarred.”

You instantly understood. “I want to show you something that might make you feel better.” You started unbuttoning your top, making Obanai’s eyes widened.

“What are you-” He stopped when he saw it. Scars, all over your chest and stomach. You breasts were covered by a bra, but he wasn’t even concerned with that. He felt a flash of anger, knowing that someone had cut you, hurt you, in order to get those scars. He wants to kill them. Slowly.

“The village I grew up in trained us harshly,” you explained, “It was... almost unbearable at times. When every I was cut by a katana in training, I was told that it would have meant death in a real fight. And for the longest time I felt that way when I looked at the scars. They were like a permanent reminder of my failures.” You took a shaky breath before continuing. “But now I see them as proof of all I have endured. Reminders of my survival. I still struggle at times, though. They make me feel less... beautiful at times.”

Obanai was so moved by what you shared he couldn’t help but blurt out, “You are so beautiful, y/n. Scars and all.” And he meant it. Obanai judged his own scars harshly, thinking it marred any chance of being attractive. But on you, he felt they didn’t do a thing to detract from your beauty. He wondered if maybe, just maybe, that could be the same for him.

That was enough to make his shaking hands go to his bandages, slowly unwinding them. Your heart was already pounding from him calling you beautiful, but it surged even more as you watched. When the bandages fell you stifled a gasp. Not at all because you were disgusted, if anything you were sad for him. The scars on either side of his mouth looked painful and it hurt you to think of what he suffered to get them. However, the lower half of his face was just as beautiful as the top half. This connection you had to him only made you want him more.

“You’re incredibly handsome, Obanai,” you told him.

He blushed, unable to believe you felt that way. “You're just saying that.”

“I’m not. And I’ll prove it if you let me.”

Obanai wasn't sure how you meant to do that, but he wanted to find out. “Please.”

The room fell silently as you approached him. You both seemed to be holding your breath as you gently took his face in your hands. You leaned in, pressing you lips to the scar on his left cheek. It was slightly cooler than the rest of his flushed skin. You repeated the action on the right cheek. Then, because you couldn’t resist, you pressed a kiss to his lips.

You were about to pull away when Obanai grabbed you and kept you close to him. You were more than happy to be held there, feeling his lips move against yours. The way he kissed you was surprisingly sweet, albeit deep with need. You both pulled away, catching your breath.

“Okay I believe you.”

You giggled. “Should I stop then?”

“Never.” Obanai pulled you back into him. His hands snaked around your body as yours tangled in his hair. You sat on the bed, pulling him down with you. You laid side by side kiss and allowing your hands to explore each other for awhile. “May I?” Obanai gestured to your shirt. It was still open from when you unbuttoned it; it was a wrinkled mess now,

“Only if I can do yours.” Obanai agreed easily and you both stripped the other of their top. Obanai kissed down your neck and started kissed all of your scars. He didn’t miss a single one. The way he did it felt like an act of worship.

“You’re so beautiful, y/n,” he said breathlessly. He continued to kiss you all over, making you giddy with pleasure. He looked to you for consent before removing your bra. He could feel his already hard cock stiffen at the sight of your bare chest. “So, so beautiful.” He kissed your boobs, letting his tongue flick over your sensitive nipples. He smiled to himself at the sounds it drew out of you. Each flick of his tongue was making your pussy throb.

“Obanai I wa-” you gasped. You were too embarrassed to complete the sentence.

“What?” he asked, eager to hear what you wanted him to do to you.

“P-Pleasure me... with your mouth,” you blushed profusely, but you wanted it. Badly. Not just for you, but for him. You could tell he was still self conscious about himself and you wanted to show how much you loved his mouth.

Obanai sucked in a breath. He does not go down on girls often. No because he doesn’t like it- it’s the opposite, actually. He very much enjoys it. But he’s insecure about how women will react. He was afraid of them being disgusted by him using his mouth on them. In truth, he often kept his bandages on while having sex. Lucky for him, a lot of girls were into that.

Most of the sex he had were just hooks up of convenience. A release for both parties, but no real emotions attached. Being with you felt intimate in a way he has never experienced. Knowing you wanted him to pleasure you with his mouth drove him damn near crazy.

“Anything you want,” Obanai replied, “But I want you to sit on my face.” His cock ached at how you blushed, but immediately agreed. He helped you out of the rest fo your clothing, cursing as he took in your naked body for the first time. “Fuck you really are so beautiful.” He didn’t know how he got so lucky.

“Keep saying that and it’s going to go to my head.”

“Good, it should.” He gripped the back of your thighs, pulling you up his body. He couldn’t hide how eager he was to taste you. He let out a satisfied sigh as you lowered yourself on him. He let his tongue swirl over you, groaning at how sweet you were.

His tongue was skilled, seemingly all over you. Flicking at your throbbing clit, teasing your clenching hole. “Fuck Obanai,” you moaned. His lips attached to your clit, sucking hard. The sensation was almost too good. Your hips instinctually when to lift off, but Obanai had an iron grip of your thighs. He wanted to be buried in your pussy and was not about to let you escape him.

He went back to licking your soaked pussy, while you gasped and squirmed on top of him. You began rocking your hips against his mouth, creating the most blissful friction. “That’s it baby, fuck my face,” Obanai urged. He looked up at you, loving how you looked so desperate and fuck out already. He flattened his tongue, allowing you to fully grind your pussy against it. Mere seconds later you were falling apart, moaning his name and coating his tongue with your release.

Obanai kept you there even after your orgasm passed, lapping up every last bit. When he finally let go, you nearly collapsed on top of him, peppering him with kisses. “So good Obanai,” you praised, “Made me feel so good.” Your words were an aphrodisiac to him, making his cock throb with need.

“Can I make you feel even better?” he asked, already working off his pants, “Wanna make you cum again. Feel you squeezing me.”

“Yes, yes, please Obanai,” you begged, “Wanna feel all of you.”

He didn’t waste a second stripping himself and gently flipping you both over so he was on top. You took a second to admire his strong body. Despite his smaller size, his cock was nice and thick. “You’re so beautiful,” you told him, pushing hair out of his eyes. His heart was fluttering, of course. But he loved it.

He slid inside you slowly, allowing you both to enjoy each inch. He couldn’t believe how good it felt to be inside you, not just physically, though that was unreal. You were so wet and warm and squeezing him impossibly tight. But he never knew sex could feel this good. Feel so right. With each thrust of his hips, he found himself falling harder for you. Becoming addicted to you.

You could practically feel his reverence with each roll of his hips. “Just like tha- ah fuck,” you moaned. You loved how full you felt. How his cock head nudged your most sensitive spot with each thrust. How he looked at you so lovingly while also giving you the best pleasure you’d ever felt. It was all so perfectly overwhelming. “’M close Obanai.”

He slid his hand down to play with your clit as he fucked you. “Cum for me, y/n. Lemme make you feel so good.” You couldn’t resist falling into your second orgasm. You cried out his name as your pussy squeeze him impossibly tighter. He loved the face you made, how you looked so lost in pleasure. Obanai couldn’t deny himself any longer, spilling his warm cum inside you.

“Fuck y/n, so good,” he groaned. You admired how he looked when came, too. He truly was beautiful, scars and all. He slowed his hips, allowing you both to come down from your high. He lowers himself to his elbows so he could kiss you without having to pull out of you. He didn't want to, not yet. Not that you were complaining about it.

“Does this mean demon hunting was our first date?” you joked.

Obanai smiled. You loved being able to see it. “Fitting, I guess. But I promise I will take you on a date you’re deserving of the second we get back.”

You kissed his lips once more. “I can’t wait.”

A/n: I know Kaburamaru in that damn closet like 👁️👁️

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twistedteddy · 6 months ago

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Rengoku × F!Reader

(this is really basically straight SMUT and as always never proof read)

WARNINGS: Reader has hinted issues with food, SMUT, M! Receiving head, vaginal intercourse, head pushing, cream pie, semi-rough sex, breeding kink, mating press

Kyojuro had a way of getting you to eat. Waking you up with breakfast in bed, welcoming you home to a hearty meal after a long day yelling your family tend the fields, even randomly taking you to dinners at Uzui's house when he noticed you hadn't been eating as much.

This habit continued even in bed. I'm bed you took your meals well. The palm of your hands on each of his muscular thighs as you stuffed his girth down your throat. The rough padding of his own hands trying ever so desperately not to shove you down. He always tried to be so gentle with you but he had a hard time keeping a grip when you looked up at him so pretty with his cock in your mouth. Small tears welled at your eyes as he grabbed the hair in the back of your head. Gingerly pushing down while you stiffled gags, he gasped and groaned one hand never leaving your head and the other thrown over his own eyes. If he looked at you too long he'd cum too quick. Nails digging into his thighs till pretty crescent shaped indexes were left you gently pushed his hand away and wrapped one of your own hands around his base. A ginger hiss leaving his lips are you got yourself situated. Licking his tip as you slowly pumped his base never breaking eye contact with your desperate husband. Sweat practically pouring from his bare chest and face. With a final moan he came into your warm wet mouth and you released him with a "pop". A smile visible on your face despite the heavy blushing, sweat, drool, and snot dripping down it.

Very quickly Kyo pulled you up onto the bed with him. As pretty as you were on your knees you looked better with them to your chest. Easily but slowly pushing you into a mating press whispering in your ear twisted little fantasies. "I'm gonna put a baby in you tonight my love. Knees to your shoulders, I-I won't let any of my seed spill out of you" biting and nibbling on your ear as he rocked the tip of his flushed cock against your sopping cunt. Small whines and gasps leaving you without much shame as he made sure he was plenty wet for you. Finally pushing in and bottoming out in one slow thrust. Both of you moaning as he pressed the weight of his hips into yours, pubic hair grazing your clit-causing your tight cunt to pulse around him.

"y/n, y/n, y/n" Kyo chanted as he pulled back and snapped his hips back into yours. Repeating the process over and over as you instinctively wrapped your arms around him and let your nails drag down his back. Pretty pink cat scratches decorating his shoulder blades and waist as he fucked himself deeper into you. Babbling on and on how badly he wanted you to carry his children. Begging you to allow him to become a father. Desperately pulling his dripped cock almost fully from your pussy before full force slamming it back in finally pumping you full of his cum and releasing the back of your knees from their position. Both of you gasping and sweating as he nearly collapsed in too of you. He rolled a bit off of you but kept himself inside of your now cum filled cunt. After all his seed couldn't spill out if he never pulls out.

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If you made it here then I have a proposal.

I will write you-

SMUT

For any character in BNHA, KNY, JJK, Inuyasha, Delicious in dungeon, etc.

And all you gotta do is cash app me 5-10$ OR buy smt for me off my Amazon wish list and send me a screenshot. The length and details of the SMUT will depend on money/item bought. Thank you for your time

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diana-rose-25 · 6 months ago

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☆Hidden Divination Teaser

pairing/s: Hashira! Kyojuro Rengoku x Hashira! Reader (for a brief time), Hashira! Sanemi Shinazugawa x Hashira! Reader

warnings: dead dove do not eat themes: brief description of pedophilia, miscarriage, child abuse, child endagerment, child marriage, child pregnancy, death, mentions of sexual s/a, mentions of ptsd, panic and anxiety attacks, miscarriage

description: How can you make noise in an empty can? How can you write with no ink? How can you live without a will? How can you have hope in a world that has relentlessly failed you over and over again? How is (Y/N) still alive after everything? It's a gift, a blessing, as most would say that she is still alive and kind. "She feels like the warm sunshine after the rain," "always smiling, always so lovely," most would describe, yet a certain Wind Hashira will say otherwise. Not because he disagrees, but because he knows — he saw — how a woman everyone says is almost invincible and gifted and warm, has her hidden storm beneath the sky.

Warning: Mentions of past s/a, child abuse, child pregnancy, miscarriage, pedophilia.

“I got pregnant when I was twelve.”

Sanemi was surprised his head was still intact to his neck at how he turned beside the girl so fast. The air surrounding the two of them became heavy with the confession. The white-haired man could only stare silently at the girl with wide eyes, frozen in place, feeling mixed emotions of disgust, anger, (not towards her, of course) and sadness.

"I got pregnant by a much older yet non the wiser man back in my village."

The two of them sat at the porch on one of the Wisteria Mansions provided by the corps for recovery after missions. There are no bruises or cuts that litter their bodies anywhere. They didn't even face any demons this day. Yet, in Sanemi's opinion, this has been one of the hardest and most painful mission he has ever encountered yet.

He wishes Masachika is here with them. He's far better than Sanemi with these heavy emotional encounters, but he's sent on another mission, leaving him to deal with this alone.

The two of them sat side by side, a three feet distance between the two of them. The girl, no older than fifteen, sat with her legs together, back straight, with her hands folded on top of her lap. She's sitting there so quiet and serene, as if she didn't drop the deepest, darkest lore of her origin seconds ago.

Sanemi felt his fingers twitch — to reach out to her and comfort her, or find the damned man who did those unspeakable things to her, he didn't know.

(Y/N) didn't look at him, her gaze focused on the sky above them. It is a wonderful night. There are no clouds that can hide the view of the stars that shine above them, the luminescent light of the full moon, it is heartbreakingly beautiful this silent, serene night. Try as she might hide it, the beautiful night sky also can not conceal the tears that pool her beautiful eyes despite the small smile on her face.

"I lost the babe when he pushed me down the stairs."

He swallowed the lump on his throat painfully, lips parting and closing again as he tried to find the words that are appropriate in this situation.

Sanemi couldn't remember what led to this moment. Maybe it was the mission earlier, maybe its been bottled up for so long that she had to share it with someone, or maybe she's starting to trust him now after a year of joining the corps. He didn't know. Sanemi didn't know many things, and he isn't certain about all the things he knows, but one thing for certain is that he's not going away any time soon.

A gentle breeze caused (Y/N) to close her eyes, welcoming the gentle wind to cress her face in a sense of comfort, and brushes her hair away from her face and wrap her in a cold hug.

For the millionth time that day, Sanemi's heart broke at the familiarity of it all. A long time ago, this exact same scenario happened to a sweet, kind, and beautiful woman who didn't deserve any of it. They had done nothing in their lives to deserve any of this. Nobody deserves the lives they've lived.

(Y/N) felt his presence come closer with caution, as if she's a gazelle that would scatter away if he moved too suddenly. Her eyes are still closed as her smile grows a little. She didn't mind his presence. If anything, she felt safe around him the moment her corps fitting disaster. She knew he wouldn't do anything that would cause her discomfort.

So it came as a pleasant surprise when she felt a caloused yet comforting hand rest on top of hers. (Y/N) opened her eyes and turns her head slowly to face the white-haired man beside her.

Sanemi's lips parted when her eyes met his, it was filled with so much pain and agony as much as it was beautiful. When she didn't pull away, he grips her hand a bit more tightly — not enough to inflict pain, but enough to provide that secure comfort (Y/N) could not find anywhere else other than her father figure Gyomei.

With much needed courage, Sanemi brought his other hand on top of her head, patting it gently with a rare smile, albeit pained.

"I'm sorry, (Y/N)."

It wasn't his fault. He had no need to say sorry to what happened to her in the past. He wasn't there, and he didn't have any part to play in it. Those words had never much impact on her, used to that comment with the select few she shared her story with, but with the way he said so sincere and soft, salty tears unknowingly ran down her face.

(Y/N)'s body shakes into a full sob the moment Sanemi pulled her closer in an embrace, holding her tightly as she falls apart right in front of him.

Yes, there is no more doubt in her mind. Underneath the cold sky and with the stars and moon as witnesses, here in his arms, (Y/N) had never felt more safe and protected.

I do not own Demon Slayer (Kimetsu no Yaiba) and their characters.

divider by @xxbimbobunnyxx and @inkedreverie

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komoboko · 10 months ago

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞; 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

A small event following the discovery of a contagious blood demon art that changes somebody’s age and it’s infected all the pillars turning them back into children... and now these children look up to you and the kamaboko squad for guidance ー heavily inspired by @ghostbite0 pintsized pillars au please please please check out their art i beg

prologue entry 1: character introductions and general hcs

starring: the kamaboko squad, the pillars + aoi kanzaki, senjuro rengoku, reader?? Idk they don’t rlly do much tbh..

The chance of blood demon art being contagious is unlikely, but not impossible. Maybe after this you’ll realize that if something isn’t impossible, always be cautious because it is. News spreads like wildfire around the corps about a new blood demon art, figured out to be contagious. The effects having something to do with age, making people become much younger than they currently are now. Worse of all the prime suspect of who brought it back is one of the pillars themselves. Everybody is ushered and reccommended to stay inside for now, until they figure out what’s going on. People can only point fingers at who they believe it is, but it doesn’t very long for them to find out.

SANEMI SHINAZUGAWA or now known as “virus spreader” is the first person to suffer from the effects of the blood demon art, and the one who brought it back. He denies it of course but there isn’t much hiding left he can do. Once he’s dismissed from the hashira meeting he goes to train to blow off steam like usual, it’s only then where he feels dizzy as his eyes begins to close. It’s then when the blood demon art sets in place turning the stubborn wind hashira back into a 7 year old boy. To add more onto this disaster, the first person to find him in this state is his younger brother, GENYA SHINZUGAWA Who only saw him when passing the training grounds. Screaming seeing a very young child hold a nichin blade that was much too sharp to be safe, and that this ‘child’ just happened to be his older brother.

It takes awhile for Genya to make it back to master Ubuyashiki to show him what happened to his younger brother. Having to endure chasing him around and him trying to pull out his hair while carrying him back. It was far too late to want him, as now both OBANAI IGURO and GIYU TOMIOKA have both fallen for the infection at the exact same time. Genya only freezes unsure of what to do seeing two 7 year old boys either sleeping or laying soundly in the middle of the courtyard. Especially since once is coiled up between kaburamaru who is not a fan of people most of the time. Thankfully, Genya doesn’t have to deal with three miniature pillars alone as TANJIRO KAMADO seem to come catch up with him after hearing his distress. As he picks up obanai while giyu lingers around his leg. Tanjiro realizes they won’t have much time left until there’s more children hanging around the corps with access to many weapons they do not need their hands on.

The other hashira seem to last longer when it came to the blood demon art effects, or it only lingered on them later on compared to the first three. They’re able to make it to the butterfly mansion in time where KANAO KOCHO who was waiting for them is able to bring them over to her older sister. SHINOBU KOCHO who was already busy inside was aware of this infection before the other three were, as when they find her they see her with a much smaller TENGEN UZUI who has already turned into a 10 year old boy. The insect pillar seeing the other three small children coming into her room is surprised at how fast this infection is taking place tries to quickly think of something to slow it down. Right when they believed they had something kochi is no longer seen, Genya nearly had to bend down to see shinobu has turned back into a 5 year old little girl. Well the butterfly mansion won’t be any help for answers anymore.

Both Genya, Kanao, and Tanjiro are thankful that the sound hashira has turned to an age where he can actually corporate. He’s able to hold onto shinobu while the three young slayers have to take account on who has turned, how their like, and who they need to find next.

UZUI, the oldest so far knows atleast how to take care of responsibilities, but is not a good influence to anyone at all. Always using the “cool kid” excuse to convince somebody to join him ind ping something they definitely shouldn’t be doing. Sanemi falls for it as they already caught him standing in top of a desk to try and jump off and onto Genya’s hair. Uzui says it wasn’t him but you can’t say you believe him when both giyu and shinobu point towards him when you ask.

SANEMI is a wild kid sometimes, he’s still got alot of that aggressive energy from his actual self that has transferred into his much smaller self. Other times he unusually touchy, especially for him. He’ll drag somebody over unusually obanai, sometimes even giyu to just play games with him. Sometimes he likes to bother people in the occasion but it’s normally a phase. Though he is still scared oof Genya in some way, if he’s doing something he isn’t suppose to do and Genya yells at him he’ll stop immediately. He’d never admit this though, ever.

GIYU is very very calm. He doesn’t change much compared to him when he’s older. He’s just more open to hang around the others as he doesn’t mind playing any games. He prefers to stay with somebody, he doesn’t mind being by somebody like shinobu and just staying around her or he’s around tanjiro. He likes to sleep with a lot. Speaking of sleep Giyu is always doesn’t mind taking a nap, he prefers it actually. He just likes to lay down and take a break sometimes. If he is ever being held there’s a good chance he’ll just fall asleep right then and there.

OBANAI is very much a touch starved child. He enjoys being hugged or held by some of the pillars or the ‘older’ kids. He’s very quiet most of the time he’ll talk on the occasion with the kids but is usually quiet most of the time. Obanai is also another sleepy kid, jusf like giyu they both like to sleep. Sometimes they nap together if they feel like it. Kaburamaru still tries to follow him, sometimes you see him just trailing around obanai if he sees him. He did try to coil around obanai like he usually does but if did not work right at all.

SHINOBU is a very good kid, she normally just like staying around in the butterfly mansion. Other times she just enjoys falling Kanao around when she’s doing anything. Even as a small child she still likes preforming her “doctor” role even if she can’t actually preform it. AOI lets her mess around and give her fake doctor check up with some of the real equipment she has around. Though she can only do it in certain rooms with atleast two people inside, one time aoi wasn’t looking and shinobu somehow found a syringe. She nearly got poked in the arm by it if she didn’t look back up.

While the three teenagers try to figure out what to do with their pillar problem, it seems like they have to add another one of the crew. Instead of searching for KYOJURO RENGOKU rengoku comes to them instead, tanjiro if the first to turn around when hearing the pitter patter of footsteps and the loud sniffling coming from around the corner. To his surprise SENJURO RENGOKU is the cause of the noise, holding a much smaller rengoku is his arms. He shuffles over to where tanjiro, Kanao, and Genya are rambling on and telling them how he turned around and ‘poof’ rengoku turned small. Tanjiro sighs knowing they have another kid they found, or what Genya refers to as “waist height army.” Tanjiro takes the five year old boy who has just as much energy and happiness as Rengoku had just before.

Tanjiro was conflicted to say the least. Dealing with hashira was already enough, but dealing with them as kids is whole new territory. Before he can think of something to do the loud yelling echoing in the distance catches his attention. He hopes Genya, kanao, and senjuro can handle the kids while he checks it out. As he sneaks around the corner he can he was shocked but wasn’t all that surprised. INOSUKE HASHIBARA sitting across the table from MITSURI KANROJI who has also become a 5 year old girl. The both preparing to have an intense arm wrestling match. Sitting on inosuke side was ZENITSU AGATSUMA and on mitsuri side was READER AND NEZUKO KAMADO. Zenitsu only cheers on an overconfident inosuke who puts his arm in the table. He bluffs for a moment until he feels his arm snack down against the table once again, loosing in an instant. Mitusri laughs while reader and nezuko cheer her on. Inosuke stares jaw dropped underneath the mask while zenitsu is shocked and trying not to laugh himself.

A sigh of relief escapes tanjiro lips as he turns to kanao with a much smaller giyu by her side. Things were fine, things would be fine if they had some time to breath and figure things out. Tanjiro takes a breath, until he hears somebody crying. At first he thinks it’s one of the hashira who has turned into a child, only for the sound to be coming from the stone pillar himself. GYOMEI HIMEJIMA with MUICHIRO TOKITO by his side. He weeps as he holds a very small shinobu and kyojuro in his arms while senjuro tries to pay his back to calm him down. While Tanjiro has trust in the stone hashira strength and abilities, he doesn’t know how old he will turn and how strong he’s going to be. Tanjiro simply walks over, making up an excuse to try to take Rengoku and Shinobu out of Gyomei arms. He’s able to grab Kyojuro out of his arms, but the moment he turns he hears muichiro shriek and that’s already enough to tell him what was going on.

Poor poor muichiro who had zoned out while hanging around Gyomei, only to turn and look eye to eye with him. It was not a subtle adjustment he could get used to. Gyomei tries to call him down sensing panic from the boy, who was already confused enough seeing his comrades being shrunken down and running around. Unfortunately, Gyomei aid was not helpful in coming the most pillar down who only stared at him and shinobu who was asleep in his arms. Both Tanjiro, Senjuro and Rengoku were caught off guard by the change to, but mostly by muichiro uncharacteristic screech. Muichiro tried to think of something to say, to do in the moment. Before he’s able to do anything the blood demon art unfortunately catches back up with, Tanjiro watches as Muichiro nearly disappears out of thin air. He has to turn around to see Rengoku picking up a small 1 year old muichiro who looks mildly upset in his arms.

RENGOKU is such a hyperactive child. He’s always happy and always tries to make all the others happy when he can. Even for being so young, he is still somewhat trustworthy and can deal with some of the kids like shinobu, and obanai if needed. Even as a child, Rengoku voice still has volume to it. He can be louder than Gyomei if he gets really excited. He also likes to eat with mitsuri often giving her food if he has any. Giyu sometimes lingers around him if he’s not with Sanemi or Obanai.

MITSURI is such a sweetheart, always happy and always ready to play around. She’s not to troubling to deal with like some of the others, her only issue is she still has the same appetite as she does when she is an adult. So somebody always makes sure to stock up on extra food at all times. Along with this she isn’t even aware of her own strength either, as we seen with her beating Inosuke. He always comes to get a rematch even if he’ll still loose. Obanai tends to linger around her as well.

GYOMEI is the most helpful out of all the hashira and the most attentive out of them. Being the closest to his actual age, and to the rest of the “older” kids age he actually helps out alot. He’s always the one granted supervision if Tanjiro or any of the others are busy because they know they can trust Gyomei. He does take this role very seriously for some reason, he’s put Sanemi and Uzui into a makeshift timeout before because they were trying to do something much to dangerous again.

MUICHIRO is just baby. Not much he can do but sometimes they think he’s the most aware of the situation he’s in. He always has a bored look on his face or an annoyed look if somebody has ticked him off. He’s always very picky about who can hold him. He likes being around Gyomei, Obanai and Rengoku for example but others he might show more signs of boredom. One time Sanemi got to pick him up, he made fun of him a little and Muichiro tried to bite his finger off.

Tanjiro has to call everybody who’s unaffected together. Now having found and seen all the effects have landed on every single hashira they can now make a plan. They’ve found everybody they needed to but they just have to figure out. How are they going to take care of them?

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asirensrage · 2 years ago

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Dealing with Unwanted Attention - The Hashira

An exploration of how the Hashira (+bonus) help you deal with unwanted attention from a neighbour.

Modern!AU!Demon Slayer (and female!reader).

Adult!Hashira (except for Muichiro and Tanjiro and co who are all teens)

Rating: T

Pairings: Nothing explicit but suggestive... (aside from Tengen&wives)

Warning: swearing, some violence/threats, mention of possible stalking (they've been staring at them for a while), slight poisoning, neighbour being a creep, mention of them wanting to watch women make out.Un-beta'd.

Word count: ~ 4800

Notes: Based on true events (mainly the neighbour staring and stopping the reader to confess their feelings). I wasn't planning on writing this in 2nd person pov, but it kept trying to change into it as I wrote, then when I was trying to choose between 2nd and 3rd, my friend chose 2nd and a random wheel picker chose 2nd...so I gave in to the universe. This got long. Enjoy!

Please let me know what you think and if I got the characterizations right. One of my fave lines I've written is in this, see if you can guess lol.

What they arrive to:

You try to be polite to your neighbours. There’s no need to be rude, even if you’d rather be left alone by them, but you didn’t expect it to lead to this. You know the man has been watching you. You could feel his eyes on you when you were outside and he was on his balcony, but you’ve never said more than a thank you to him for holding open the door for you so you’re not entirely sure how you’re in this mess.

He’s confessing to you. This man that you’ve never officially met until right now, who might actually be younger than you, who is telling you he’s an alcoholic but that he’ll change. For you. How does he think this is appealing? You’re trying to find an exit, you don't want to be completely rude since you live in the same building and you’re likely going to see him again, but you want out. Now.

The reactions:

Sanemi

“Who the fuck is this?”

You let out a breath at the voice, relief setting in deep in your bones. “Sanemi,” you turn with a smile, grateful for his timing.

He’s not looking at you. His eyes are on the man standing in front of you, who’s still trying to reach out to touch you. Again. Sanemi moves, stepping forwards until he’s in front of you, blocking the man from your view. He stares at you for a moment, taking stock of the relief he can practically feel radiating from you. “Are you ready to go?” he asks. You don’t have any plans, but you don’t care. You’ll follow him anywhere right now.

“Yeah. Sorry to keep you waiting.”

“Tch. You should be,” he says. He sounds irritated but you know him better by now.

“Excuse me,” the man behind him interrupts. “We’re in the middle of something.”

You watch as Sanemi’s expression shifts into something slightly murderous as he slowly turns to look at the other man. “Did I fucking ask?” The man steps back and Sanemi takes the motion to move forward, getting into his personal space like he tried to get into yours. “You know him?” Sanemi directs the question to you despite not looking back.

“He lives here.”

“I’m introducing myself,” the man says. “We’ll be friends.”

“Friends?” Sanemi scoffs. “She has enough friends.” He steps forward again, forcing the man back. “You ever make her uncomfortable again or even try to touch her again, I’ll break your fucking hands, got it?”

“Uh, yeah.”

“Good. Fucking creep,” Sanemi turns back to you, ignoring him. “Come on.” He waits for you to move, keeping himself between you as he leads you away from the building. “He ever bothers you again, you tell me.”

You grin up at him. “I will. Thank you.”

“You just got lucky I showed up.”

“...why did you come by?”

He doesn’t answer.

Shinobu

“My my, what’s this?”

You turn to look at the voice, relief setting in that at least you won’t have to do this alone. Shinobu doesn’t offer you a hug, but she stands next to you, glancing at the man before looking back at you. “New friend?” Shinobu asks, a light smile on her face.

You know better than to assume that your friend is being polite. “A neighbour,” you confirm, ignoring the flash of anger you catch on the man’s face. Great. Another thing to deal with.

Shinobu hums lightly before she turns to the man. “Is there something you needed?”

The man blatantly looks over her before smiling. “I am introducing myself. Hopefully, we can be friends. All of us.” He is either unaware of the danger the small woman presents or ignores it. Either one marks him as an idiot.

“Oh? Are you incapable of making friends?”

He blinks in surprise and you know he’s unsure whether or not to take offence. Shinobu has a way of saying things in her light voice that most men don’t realize are as cruel as she intends them to be. “What?”

“Are you unable to make friends?” she asks again, smile still in place. “I assume that’s why you’re cornering a woman who’s clearly not interested. It’s a bit pathetic, don’t you think?”

“Pathetic?” he catches the insult and scowls at your friend.

“Yes,” Shinobu nods. “Does that make you angry? There are ways to fix it, that don’t involve my friend.”

“I’m not pathetic! I was–” he’s cut off as he reaches forward. Shinobu’s hand grabs his wrist before he can reach you. He tries to pull back and frowns slightly as her nails scratch him as he pulls away. “I was introducing myself,” he continues.

“Then you’re done and now you can leave,” Shinobu nods. He looks as though he’s going to protest but he sways slightly before blinking rapidly.

“Did you do something?” you ask Shinobu, who looks at you innocently. You know better though.

“Hmm…it might be a reaction to the latest experiment. Perhaps it got on my nails. I’m sorry,” she smiles at the man. “You should be fine with some rest. It’s not nearly enough to be fatal.”

The man pales. “What?”

“You should go,” Shinobu says. “Unless you’re willing to be a test subject. I’m sure no one will miss you if you’ve cornered women before. Perhaps you should be more careful, no?”

The man basically runs from her and you watch as he leaves.

“What was really on your nails?” you ask, looking at Shinobu.

“A mild paralytic. He’ll survive,” she says. “I came to ask if you wanted to join me for dinner?”

“After that? Absolutely.”

Gyomei

Someone calls your name and before you can even turn to look, you see the man in front of you blanch. You know the voice and it’s entertaining to see firsthand how intimidated someone can be by your friend behind you. Especially when you know that he’s the kindest one of you all.

“Are you alright?”

“Gyomei,” you greet warmly. “What are you doing here?”

“I came to see if you would join me for the afternoon. Are you busy?”

You look at your neighbour who is still staring at the tall man in shock.

“Oh,” Gyomei says. “My apologies for interrupting.” He turns to the man. “I am Himejima Gyomei.”

Your neighbour introduces himself and you try not to be annoyed at how he’s stepping back now that someone else is here. Especially when it’s another man. “Are you friends?” your neighbour asks.

Gyomei looks down at you. “I am very lucky to have her in my life.” It’s not an answer and you have a feeling he’s done it intentionally. Whatever. You’re not going to complain if it gets you out of this.

You smile up at him. “I think I’m the lucky one,” you say. You mean it too. Gyomei is a calming presence in your life, someone steadfast that you know you can rely on. He rests his hand on your shoulder and you relax under it. You’re safe with him.

He turns back to your neighbour. “Please, continue your conversation. I can wait.”

“No,” your neighbour says. “It’s fine. I didn’t realize…” he trails off before wandering away without saying goodbye.

“Are you alright?” Gyomei asks again.

“Yeah,” you say. “I am now.”

Obanai and Mitsuri (because ofc they're together)

You notice when his gaze shifts from you to something behind you. Then you hear it.

“You’re outside! Did you know we were coming?”

You turn to see Mitsuri heading towards you, Obanai behind her, his eyes already on your neighbour who is staring…at Mitsuri. You turn and move, just enough to block his view. Mitsuri doesn’t have a problem showing off any of her assets, but that doesn’t mean your creep of a neighbour could stare. Ew.

Misturi crashes into you with a hug, as though it’s been years since you’ve last seen each other and not days. You hug back just as tight, grateful for the company.

“What are you doing here?” you ask.

“We came to take you out!” Misturi pulls back and motions towards Obanai. “We missed you!”

You weren’t sure if that was the truth but a quick glance at Obanai shows that he’s moved to stand between you two and your neighbour. He nods toward you and you can’t help but smile back.

“Where are we going?” you ask.

“Dinner,” Obanai says.

“Excuse me!” your neighbour cuts in, moving to the side so that Obanai is no longer blocking him. "Hey, we were talking.”

“Oh!” Mitsuri turns to face him. “I’m sorry!”

Obanai glares at the interruption. “Who are you?”

“Her neighbour. We were just getting introduced.” He gives his name again, this time reaching for Mitsuri’s hand. He does not get far.

“You often touch people without them wanting you to?” Obanai asks, his grip tightening on the man’s wrist. Your neighbour tries to pull back but is unable to.

“He was just introducing himself,” Mitsuri says. “Weren’t you?”

“Of course!” Your neighbour says. “Can’t people be friendly?”

“No.”

You have to hide a smile as Mitsuri giggles at Obanai’s response.

“Go ahead,” Obanai says. “I’d like a word with your neighbour.” He doesn’t look at you, keeping his eyes on the man whose wrist he’s still holding.

“Okay!” Mitsuri grabs your hand and starts pulling you away. “Nice to meet you! Don’t be too rough, Obanai, okay?” Once they’re far enough away, Misturi lets go and looks at you. “Are you alright? You looked uncomfortable.”

“Yeah,” you say, smiling softly. “He came out of nowhere. I’m glad you were there.”

“Don’t worry, Obanai will let him know you’re not interested. Besides, you have us!”

You hug Mitsuri again with one arm. “I do!”

Muichiro

You step back as your neighbour moves forward, reaching for your hand again. Why does he keep trying to touch you?

“I don’t think she likes that,” a voice comes from the side. Both of you look and your face lights up when you see who it is.

“Muichiro! What are you doing here?”

His head tilts slightly as he looks at you. “You said I could come any time.”

You smile slightly as you nod. “You’re right, I did.” The kid was always welcome but it was rare to see him without his twin. “Where’s Yuichiro?”

“He said he’d come later. He thinks he’s figured out a move that will beat me in shogi.”

“Is this your brother?” your neighbour cuts in. He smiles at the younger boy and introduces himself. Muichiro ignores him.

“Are you going out?” he asks. “Can we join you?”

“Yes,” your neighbour adds. “We can walk with you. Get to know each other better.” You recoil from him reaching for you again and step back.

“Not you,” Muichiro cuts in. “You are not invited.”

“What?”

“You’re not invited,” the kid says again. “I don’t think you should touch her anymore. She doesn’t like it.”

“Listen, brat, no one asked you.”

“Hey!” you cut in, scowling. Why was it always easier to defend someone else than it was to defend yourself? “He’s right. You can’t just invite yourself. Thank you, but I’m not interested.”

He reaches for you again but Muichiro knocks him over as the boy moves forward. “She said she’s not interested.” Muichiro stares at the man on the ground for a moment. “You shouldn’t bother women who aren’t interested.” He looks back at you. “Should we call someone?”

“It’s fine,” you say. “Come on, let’s go meet Yuichiro on the way. I’ll buy dinner.” You both leave the man to pick himself up and you silently pray he gets the hint.

Giyu

You almost don't hear your name being called. The lack of reaction doesn’t stop Giyu from moving forward and standing next to you.

You look up at him in relief. “Giyu!”

“I called,” he says. He glances at your neighbour who is watching you. “Are you busy?”

“No,” you shake your head, hoping that he’ll be able to at least get you out of this. Even as hopeless as he was socially, you know that he’ll pick up on your hints. You’ve known each other long enough.

“We’re in the middle of a conversation,” your neighbour says, looking unimpressed that you’re dismissing him.

Giyu looks at him before turning back to you. “Are you hungry? I wanted to talk.”

“Sure!”

“Excuse me,” your neighbour interrupts again.

Giyu gives you an unimpressed look but turns to face him. “Can I help you?”

“You’re interrupting. I was just getting to know your friend.”

Giyu stares at the man for a moment. “I don’t think she wants to know you.”

Your neighbour’s jaw drops. “Who are you to say that?”

“Her friend.” Giyu looks at you again. “Do you want to stay?”

You shake your head slightly, just enough to convey your desire to leave. You might have to never come back. Or maybe you could convince him to move. “Let’s get something to eat.”

“There’s no need to be rude!” your neighbour snaps.

“She’s not rude,” Giyu says. “It was clear she wasn’t interested before. You should pay attention.” You try not to laugh at Giyu of all people pointing out ignoring social cues. You adore him more for it. “Let’s go.”

“Hey!” your neighbour reaches out, aiming for Giyu’s shoulder to stop him from leading you away. He doesn’t make it. Giyu steps to the side, turning as he grabs your neighbour’s hand and directs the motion straight to the ground.

You can’t stop the gasp at the sound of him hitting the ground.

Giyu holds him there for a moment. “Are you done?” he asks. He finally releases him and steps back. “You should keep your hands to yourself.” Giyu looks at you again. “Can we go now?”

“Yeah,” you smile. “We can.”

He offers you his hand to step over your neighbour and leads you away. “If he bothers you again, call us.”

“I will.”

Kyojuro

Someone shouts your name and as soon as you hear it, you calm down. Things are going to be okay. You turn towards the voice and grin. “Kyo!”

“I hoped you were home!” He strides forwards towards the two of you. He looks between you both. “Am I interrupting?”

“No!” you exclaim as your neighbour says “yes.”

Kyojuro looks at you both before he nods. “I see. My apologies regardless.” He smiles at your neighbour and offers his hand. “I am Rengoku Kyojuro. Who are you?”

You watch as your neighbour introduces himself almost warily as if he’s not sure what to make of the situation.

Kyojuro turns to you, stepping closer and smiling down. “Are you free today?”

“Yes.”

“Excellent. Continue your conversation, I will wait.” He crosses his arms over his chest and turns to face your neighbour. The man looks stunned to be pinned by Kyojuro’s gaze. You know the feeling but you wait to see if he’s going to continue to confess under your friend’s stare.

“I uh…” your neighbour glances at Kyojuro again before he looks at you. “As I was saying, I want to know you more! If you don’t like that I drink, I’ll stop.”

You look at Kyojuro whose expression hasn’t changed but you can see the tension in his form. You wouldn’t notice if you didn’t know him like you do. “I heard you,” you say carefully. It’s safer now, you feel, to decline his interest outright with someone else with you. “Thank you, but I’m not interested.”

“You haven’t even given me a chance,” your neighbour says. You don’t want to. “We could just spend time together.”

“No thanks,” you say, shifting closer to Kyojuro without thinking.

Your neighbour steps forward, reaching for your hand again. “I’m not trying–”

“She has made herself clear,” Kyojuro interrupts, his hand on the man’s wrist, preventing him from touching you. “Do not dishonour yourself further and press for her attention.”

“Dishonour? I’m just trying to ask her out!”

“And she refused,” Kyojuro says, still staring at the man. “I fear that if she should accept, the flame of her heart would be drowned by the weight of your desire. I cannot accept that!”

“I didn’t ask you,” your neighbour snarls.

“You did not! But I am here regardless and thankful for it, if only to protect her from your refusal to hear her disinterest. Leave now.”

“You can’t just–”

“I can! I trust that you will not embarrass yourself further. Should I hear that you continue to push or attempt to take advantage, I will not be as forgiving as I am now.”

The man stares at him for a moment before Kyojuro finally lets go. Your neighbour stumbles back slightly. He glares at you both, rubbing at the wrist Kyojuro held before he walks off, heading to the building. Kyojuro watches until the man disappears into the building before he turns to you. “Are you alright?”

You move without really thinking, wrapping your arms around his waist and hugging him tightly. “Thank you.”

He pauses for a moment before he brings his arms around you, holding you against him. “It’s alright,” he says softly. “I am just glad I was able to be here.”

You pull back. “I appreciate the help. What brings you around?”

“I wanted to see you, of course!” He lets go as you move away. “As you are not busy, would you be willing to join me? I have something I wanted to show you!”

“Of course! Let’s go!”

Tengen

An arm drapes itself over your shoulder. If you weren’t familiar with the weight of it, the scent of the man who pulls you into him, you would have recoiled. “What’s this then?”

You look up at the built man who towers over the rest of you. “Tengen! What are you doing here?”

“Came to see you, of course! Who’s this?” Despite the cheerful tone, he doesn’t take his eyes off your neighbour.

“My neighbour,” you say after a moment as you realize the man in question is still looking at Tengen.

“Hm,” Tengen leans down, putting his face next to yours and ignoring your neighbour. “You miss me?” He grins as he asks, eyes on you.

“Didn’t I just see you the other day with the others?” you quip back, used to his flirting.

“Who are you?” the man finally speaks up.

Tengen glances over at him and you can practically see him considering if he wants to deal with the man. He straightens, keeping his arm around you, and grins. “Uzui Tengen! Flashiest man around and the love of her life!”

“You’re not the love of my life,” you say automatically.

“I could be,” Tengen says. He leans down closer again and his voice lowers. “Don’t you want to give us a chance?”

“We’re talking,” your neighbour cuts in again. “In fact, if she’s not interested, it’s all the more reason she should say yes to going out with me.”

“I would think that the she in question should make the choice,” you mutter.

“Why would she date someone as unflashy as you?” Tengen asks, looking unimpressed.

Your neighbour seems taken aback by the question. “What? Why wouldn’t she?”

Tengen makes a point of looking the man up and down. “You have no flair! No flamboyance! In fact, it’s very unflashy of you to keep ignoring her like this while you talk about her, right Angel?”

“Hmm,” you nod in agreement.

Tengen tightens his grip slightly “Do you want to go out with this boring man?” He asks.

“No.”

“There you have it. Now,” Tengen leans towards your neighbour. “In fact, I don’t think you should bother her again and if you do, well…I’ll show you how flashy I can be.”

The man swallows slightly, as though he’s suddenly reminded of Tengen’s size. “Uh sure,” your neighbour says. He glances at you. “Sorry.”

You don’t get a chance to respond because Tengen leads you away, arm still around you and heads towards your building.

“You’re not going out anywhere, are you? Thought we could order in. Unless you want to go out. Karaoke?”

“Are we going to invite the girls?”

He grins at you. “Of course!”

Bonus!

Tengen & his wives!

You hear the squeal first and then Suma crashes into you. You hug the woman back, used to how affectionate she is.

“What are you doing here?” you ask, completely distracted from the situation with your neighbour as you look to see Makio and Hinatsuru heading towards you.

“We missed you!” Suma says, pulling back.

“Will you let her go?” Makio demands, yanking Suma back as they get close. “You’re interrupting!”

“Sorry!” Suma lets go. “I was just excited!”

“It has been a while since we’ve seen you,” Hina agrees. She looks over at your neighbour before turning back to you. “Sorry for interrupting. We hope you don’t mind that we dropped by unannounced.”

“Not at all,” you smile at the three women that now surround you. Makio has shifted, taking point to be in between you all and your neighbour. “I’m glad you’re here.”

“I bet,” Makio says. There’s a brief moment where you all communicate silently with each other. The slight widening of the eyes, the nod and shifting of the shoulders. The way friends have communicated about the people around them for ages without words. It’s enough that the three women are all aware that you’re uncomfortable and are grateful for their help.

“Excuse me.”

They all turn to look at your neighbour who looks delighted at the sudden prospect of more women to interact with. It probably helps that all three of the new ones are gorgeous, well-endowed and wearing low-cut tops.

“What?” Makio asks, unimpressed. Suma shifts slightly to stand closer to you.

“Sorry to interrupt,” he says before introducing himself. The women all stare at the hand he offers but none of them reach to take it. He pauses before finally dropping it, but he steps closer. “We were just getting to know each other,” he says. “Aren’t you going to introduce me to your friends?”

No, you think. You don’t get a chance to answer though because Makio turns her back on the man and faces you again. “Have you eaten?” Makio asks.

“Oh yeah!” Suma grabs your arm and you feel a rush of affection for these women who have shown up and are trying to help. “If you have, we could get dessert!”

“You’re not busy, are you?” Hina asks.

“No,” you shake your head.

“Hey!” your neighbour cuts in again. “There’s no reason to be a bitch. You could have just said you were into girls. I wouldn’t have minded…especially if I can watch.”

Your jaw drops open and you can see the way the others nearly shake with anger. Before any of them can step forward, your attention is drawn behind him as Tengen appears.

“Oh ho! What’s this?” His hand slaps down on your neighbour's shoulder. You can see his grip tighten. “I didn’t just hear you call them something so unflashy, did I?”

“Tengen!” You all call out, your voice tinged with a little more relief. As glad as you are for the company of the girls, you don’t want to subject them to your neighbour more than you have to.

Tengen grins at the four of you before focusing back on the man he’s holding. “Now, what were you saying?”

“What? Nothing!”

“Liar!” Makio snaps.

“He called her a bitch, Tengen,” Hina says softly. She loops her arm around yours on the side that doesn’t have Suma.

“He said he wanted to watch!” Suma adds.

“Oh really?” Tengen’s eyes narrow. “Perhaps you girls should go ahead and I’ll catch up…after I teach this one some manners.”

“Good,” Makio nods.

“We’ll let you know where we decide to go,” Hina says softly. “Come on.” The girls usher you away from the building where Tengen is still keeping your neighbour in place. The man looks slightly terrified now but Tengen waves you all off with a grin.

“I’m so glad you’re okay!” Suma exclaims, still keeping her arm around yours as they walk.

“Yeah,” Makio agrees. “How long has that creep been bothering you?”

“He’s been staring for a while but just came out of nowhere today, telling me he liked me and wanted to go out. He said he’s an alcoholic but would stop for me.” You see the look the women give each other.

“Maybe you should stay with us,” Hina suggests. “Just for a bit.”

“Yeah!”

You laugh slightly. “I don’t know. I’ll have to go home eventually, right? I’m sure he got the point.”

An arm wraps around your shoulder as Tengen appears, inserting himself between you and Suma. He laughs as you both adjust to the new position. “He sure did!” He towers over all of you but Tengen has never felt threatening. At least not to you. “He won’t be bothering you anymore. And if he’s still staring, call us. We’ll deal with him,” he promises.

You smile up at him. “Thank you.”

“You don’t have to thank us,” Hinatsuru says softly. “We’re happy to help.”

“Yeah!” Makio adds. “He’s lucky Tengen showed up before I got to him.”

“I don’t know about that…” Tengen says, “but I know I am with such flashy girls!”

AND

Tanjiro, Nezuko, Zenitsu and Inosuke

The man is holding your hand in a light grip that tightens as you try to pull away. You’re trying not to be rude but his hand is clammy and you never wanted to be touched. You have a feeling you’re going to have to snap and then deal with the repercussions later.

Your attention shifts to the sound of feet hitting the pavement and a familiar voice calling your name. You yank your hand from your neighbour before turning and moving back, managing to avoid Inosuke’s attempt at a tackle. You shift and watch as Zenitsu falls, his attempts to hug you failing. You’re used to these kids and at this point, it’s a game when you meet.

Zenitsu whines at your avoidance.

“Haha!” Inosuke slides to a stop and turns back to you. “You won’t avoid me again!”

“Stop tackling her!”

You ignore Zenitsu and Inosuke as they start arguing and turn to Tanjiro and Nezuko as they stop next to you. “What are you all doing here?”

“I hope you don’t mind,” Tanjiro says softly. “We were passing by and saw you. We thought we’d stop and say hi. I tried to get them to stop from running at you. Sorry.”

“It’s fine,” you wave him off. “I’m glad to see you.” Nezuko moves forward and offers a hug and you hug back, noticing the way Tanjiro moves between you and your neighbour. Your gaze softens. He’s such a good kid. They all are.

“It’s been awhile,” Tanjiro agrees.

“Excuse me,” your neighbour cuts in, moving around Tanjiro. “Didn’t realize you were so popular with children. Are you related?”

“No,” you say, not willing to give more than that.

“Who are you?” Inosuke shoves himself between you and your neighbour. You can see the man trying to move around the kid, but Inosuke has a way of making himself known. “Fight me!” he demands.

“What? I’m not going to fight a kid.” Your neighbour looks for you but you let go of Nezuko who raises her eyebrows, silently asking if you’re okay.

You nod back, smiling at the girl.

“You think you’ll beat me?” Inosuke says. “You couldn’t touch me. I’m the greatest!”

“Who is that?” Zenitsu asks quietly, coming up to your side now that Inosuke is distracted. “Do you know him?”

“He’s my neighbour,” you say. “He was just…introducing himself.” You wince as you say it.

“You didn’t seem comfortable. Do you want to leave?” Tanjiro asks, focused on you as Inosuke drags your neighbour to more open space in his demands to fight. “We can walk you to where you’re going. Or inside,” he offers.

“Thanks.” You smile in relief, even if they’re just kids, you’re grateful you’re no longer alone.

“Fuck off!” All of your attention turns to the sound of your neighbour yelling at Inosuke. “You freak!”

“Excuse me?” You move around the children, striding towards your neighbour. To hell with being polite. “What did you just say?” He turns to you, surprise crossing his features as though he’s forgotten you were there.

“I–I was just–”

“Just what?” You snap. “He’s a kid and you’re swearing at him?”

“He’s not leaving me alone! I’m trying to talk to you!”

“I don’t want to talk!” You stride forward, aware of the eyes on you. “I haven’t shown the slightest interest and you kept pushing and trying to touch me!” His eyes widen but you don’t stop. “They’re fifteen! And they have more sense and observation than you do. You don’t treat people like that, even if they’re annoying and you don’t keep pushing your attention on to someone who doesn’t want it!”

“I’m sorry,” he reaches for you again.

“Fuck off!” you use his own words against him. “Come on, Inosuke, don’t waste your time fighting him. You’d likely win in seconds. Let’s go.” You turn and walk back toward the others.

“You’re so cool!” Zenitsu cheers as you return.

“That was impressive,” Tanjiro agrees. “Hopefully he’ll listen.”

“If he doesn’t, I’ll come back and show him how weak he is!”

You smile at Inosuke and reach out to ruffle his hair. He ducks out of the way. “Thanks. Come on, let’s get out of here. You guys want to walk me to my friends?”

“Yeah!”

“Let’s go!”

“I’m going to get there first!”

“What!? Wait for us!”

taglist: @raith-way @chrissymunson @veetlegeuse @chickensarentcheap @residentdormouse

#fic: dealing with unwanted attention #hashira x reader #hashira reactions #uzui tengen x reader #kyojuro x reader #gyomei x reader #shinobu x reader #giyu x reader #obanai x mitsuri x reader #sort of #demon slayer fic #kimetsu no yaiba fic #this is just me wishing i had help dealing with this situation lol #also how the hell do i tag this??#demon slayer

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peachdues · 1 year ago

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Heyy, so I was wondering if you could do the "I'm gonna fuck all memory of him out of your head" nsfw for Sanemi? ty and have a great day lovely 🥰

ONLY YOU

SANEMI SHINAZUGAWA (NSFW)

PEACH'S 2.K MILESTONE EVENT

CW: explicit sexual content • MDNI • FWB (maybe toxic?? Idk) • titty slapping • slightly mean Sanemi • creampies • mentions of toxic cheating ex-bf • getting folded in half like a lawn chair • I think I blacked out while writing this • not proofread in the slightest

“I told you when we started this not to expect anything from me,” you were surprised at the way your voice remained calm and steady, even though internally, you felt anything but. “You’ve no right to get jealous over me going to see him.”

Him being your ex-boyfriend, whose apartment you’d just left after spending the night. You knew it was a mistake; you’d known it the second you let the asshole lay you down on his couch and felt the hard press of his cock against your upper thigh as he kissed you with those lips that were so warm and familiar.

Your intentions had been pure when you’d gone over there to collect the last few of your belongings that neither of you had realized he’d still had until a good three months after your breakup. But then he’d offered you a glass of wine, and the two of you sat on his soft, plush sofa — the sofa that used to be yours, just like that apartment; just like him — and got to reminiscing about old times. And then he’d looked at you with those eyes, so sad and so full of regret at the way he’d thrown a three-year long relationship out the window like garbage for the sake of some one-night stand on a work trip with a woman whose name he couldn’t even remember, and you’d caved.

Because really, it felt nice to pretend like nothing had changed, and that he would rock your world and then order Chinese food so the two of you could cuddle and watch some dumb movie while you ate; just like old times.

But everything had changed, and that apparently included your post-sex ritual of takeout and TV, because the moment he’d finished spurting his pleasure onto the curve of your ass, he’d tossed you your discarded shirt and said he’d see you around.

You tried to pretend like the fact he’d used you for a quick fuck hadn’t stung, but you’d walked out of your old apartment still feeling a little bruised.

But you sure as fuck weren’t about to let the quietly fuming, white haired, abrasive, jackass standing in your new living room make you feel worse than you already did; no chance in hell.

Said jackass was really your long-time friend, Sanemi, who, for the past three months, had been at your disposal as you sought to satisfy your urge to be fucked absolutely senseless on a regular basis. The two of you had been friends since college, and had spent the better part of your adulthood ignoring the sexual tension which mounted between you the more time you spent together, huddled away in the dingy corners of your university’s library to study, or late night dining hall runs when neither of you could sleep.

You’d kept in touch for a time, even after you started dating your ex, but admittedly, you hadn’t been the most exemplary friend to the hothead with the heart of gold.

But then, you’d found yourself single and alone in a brand new apartment with nothing but a pile of moving boxes full of memories youndidnt want to revisit and a mattress on the floor. So instead of unpacking, you choose to reach for your phone to shoot a text to your old college friend.

Sanemi agreed to meet up for coffee within minutes of you messaging him. Within a matter of hours, you found yourself back at your new home, face pressed down into your mattress and your ass in the air as you let yourself forget that there was a world beyond the feeling of Sanemi’s cock ramming into your desperate, sopping core.

Only after you’d been thoroughly filled by his cock and cum were you able to form a coherent thought, and so, you’d propositioned him with an offer for a friends with benefits situation — on the sole condition that no one caught feelings.

Sanemi hadn’t hesitated in agreeing, sealing the deal with a rough yet intoxicating kiss as he hooked both of your legs over his shoulders and took you again until you passed out from exhaustion.

Things had been running smoothly, with both of you holding up your end of the bargain — until a few weeks ago, when you’d casually mentioned that you were texting your ex again and Sanemi’s mood had soured considerably.

Not that his apparent jealousy had tempered him when it came time to reduce you to a sobbing, trembling mess beneath him — if anything, he seemed more committed to blowing your mind and back each time the two of you met up.

But you’d blown him off in favor of going to your ex’s only to end up leaving feeling emptier than ever. Only now, you somehow felt lower because beneath the judgmental irritation in his pretty, lavender eyes, Sanemi looked hurt.

“I don’t,” he said tightly, his arms folded tightly across his chest, those mouthwatering biceps rippling slightly. “I just don’t like getting ghosted without so much as a courtesy text.”

You winced, realizing that, in your haste to see your ex, you’d indeed forgotten to tell Sanemi not to bother stopping by. But you were feeling vulnerable and truthfully, you just wanted him to stop looking at you like a kicked puppy. Because, though it pained you to admit it, it broke your heart a little.

Perhaps Sanemi wasn’t the only one who was catching feelings.

But you weren’t about to admit any of that, and so you only mirrored his stance, crossing your arms and jutting your hip out, cocking your head at him. “Oh yeah? Then you won’t mind if your services aren’t needed tonight?” Guilt settled heavy in your gut like a stone as Sanemi deflated slightly at your jab.

That guilt wasn’t enough for you to resist taunting him a bit. “Because I’ve had all about I can handle for the day,”

Sanemi took the bait.

“I find that hard to believe,” he scoffed, his eyes running sensually over you as you stood there, defiantly glaring at him. “‘Cuz you’re not satisfied until you’re damn near passed out,”

He sauntered over to you until the heat rippling off his body threatened to burn you, too. A jolt of electricity shot down your spine as he leaned in close, his teeth grazing your earlobe as he whispered, “And babydoll, you’re still standing.”

Without warning, Sanemi’s arm shot out and wound around your waist, hauling you flush against him, your noses nearly bumping together. Your eyes fluttered shut at the gentle caress of his warm breath against your lips, awaiting one of his needy, bruising kisses of which you often found yourself daydreaming about.

But a kiss did not come; rather, Sanemi only spoke a promise that sent chills rippling over your skin and unleashed a flurry of butterflies in your stomach.

“I’m going to fuck all memory of him right outta your pretty little head.”

Unsurprisingly, Sanemi made good on his word; for not twenty minutes later, you found yourself draped over the back of your sofa, the silvery-blonde fucking you so deeply, you weren’t sure you even remembered your own name, even if you somehow still knew his.

The edge of your couch dug uncomfortably into the small of your back, and idly you wondered whether the force with which Sanemi was pounding into you would cause your spine to snap clean in half. If it did, you probably wouldn’t care; not when Sanemi had one of your legs lay flush against his torso, and the other wrapped tightly around his hips to desperately clinging on for dear life as his cock bullied in and out of your dripping cunt.

A warm, calloused hand teasingly traced up your stomach until it came to your breast, squeezing harshly as Sanemi savored how it jiggled beneath his palm with every bruising thrust of his hips against yours. Your eyes rolled back as Sanemi slapped the plush mound lightly around your nipple, a breathy moan falling from your lips as your walls clenched tighter around him.

“Fuck baby, you like that?” Sanemi’s gravelly voice called you back down to earth as his hand repeated the action on your other tit, a whine tearing from your throat. He chuckled at the way your cunt grew sloppier with every repeated smack against your chest. “Naughty girl.”

Sanemi’s lips latched around your stiffened nipple as his hand rose to pinch and roll the other between his fingers, the pace of his hips never faltering. “Tell me — fuck — sweetheart,” he ground out against your skin. “Did he make your pussy this fucking sloppy?”

As though to emphasize his point, Sanemi swiveled his hips harshly against yours, repeating the move over and over until your living room was filled with nothing but the sounds of your whimpers and the lewd squelching of your cunt.

“N-no,” you managed to stammer out, fingers digging harshly into his hair as Sanemi’s mouth sloppily danced to the valley between your breasts. He seemed please with this answer, as his other hand worked between your sweat-slicked bodies to work furiously at your clit.

“That��s right,” he growled. Sanemi pulled off you in favor of standing up, his cock reaching a spot even deeper within you as his thrusts grew sloppy. His grunts began to be tempered by a slight whine as he drew closer and closer to his climax, his thumb rubbing steady circles into the sensitive bundle of nerves between your thighs.

With a slight graze of his nail against your clit, you came apart around him with a scream, back arching impossibly higher as you howled his name. Sanemi rode you through the waves of your pleasure, the heavy smack of his balls against the underside of your ass guiding you back down to reality as you realized you still weren’t satisfied — you wouldn’t be, not until you felt him spill inside you only for him to fuck his seed right back into you.

“Sanemi,” you whined, your hands grabbing blindly for him, desperate to bring him closer.

Sanemi chuckled under his breath. “I know what you need, sweetheart. Don’t worry, I’m gonna give it to you.”

His hands were surprisingly gentle as it lowered the leg you had hooked over his shoulder and unlatched the other from around his waist. He tugged you forward slightly over the edge of the couch, bending your legs at the knees and pressing them back against your sides.

He was buried deep within you now, the new angle allowing the blunt tip of his cock to press against that one spot that made your toes curl, again and again. As your whimpers devolved into cries of overstimulated pleasure, Sanemi leaned down close to your face, his lips teasingly grazing yours as his pace quickened.

“And did you let him cum in your sweet little pussy, baby?” The look in his eyes almost would have been cruel, but it was undercut by the faintest trace of insecurity. “Do I have to fuck that out of you, too?”

But you were so lost in the post-orgasm haze that you did not answer; at least, not until Sanemi slowed the relentless pistoning of his cock into your spent cunt, and the resulting friction became intolerable.

“I asked you a question, princess.” Sanemi said mockingly, ducking his head to graze your throat with his lips, before giving a mighty thrust of his hips, as you cried out. “Answer me. Did he cum in you?”

“N-no!” Your answer was choked off with a hitched gasp as Sanemi resumed his previous pace, intent on reaching his end and giving you what you both wanted — your cunt, stuffed to the brim with him.

“Only you, Sanemi,” you blubbered, tears of pleasure and pain gathering in your eyes as your arms tightened around his shoulders, clinging onto him like he was salvation’s incarnate. “Only you get to cum in this pussy!”

Sanemi’s groans turned to low growls as his hips snapped against yours, the coil in his gut tightening as you continued to babble, only you only you only you only -

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