#Iguro fluff

[ponderingmoonlight]

could you do an obanai x reader where the he treats the reader rlly badly like being rude/cold and when the reader gets badly injured (like on the verge of dying) he realises he loves them and treats them better. 🔥🔥

Beneath the serpent's mask

Pairing: Obanai x fem!reader

Word Count: 1,8k

Synopsis: Despite you always staying soft and thoughtful, it seemed like Iguro Obanai hated you more than anything else. Until you risk your life for him. Until your nearly die.

Warnings: big big angst like we all love, Obanai is really sassy in this one, but you'll learn to love him hehe

Obanai Iguro was never an easy man to get along with. Known for his sharp tongue and cold demeanor, he kept most people at arm's length, including you. Despite your best efforts to form a connection with him, Obanai remained distant, cold, and sometimes even outright rude. You, on the other hand? Maybe the greatest sunshine within the whole corps.  

Nobody really understands how you could fall for a man like him. Something about the way he carries himself, his unwavering dedication, and the flashes of vulnerability he rarely shows made your heart long to know him better. But every time you tried to get closer, he pushed you away with cutting words or outright indifference. And even though the rejection hurt each and every time, you continued to fight by his side, believing that one day he might see you as more than just a nuisance.

Today wasn’t that day, though. You are on a mission with Obanai, tracking a particularly dangerous demon that has been terrorizing a remote village. The tension between you is unmistakable as you walk side by side through the darkened forest, the only sound being the crunch of leaves beneath your feet. Obanai barely spoke a word to you since the mission began, his expression hidden behind his usual bandages.

“Obanai,” you begin, trying to break the silence,

“do you think we’ll find the demon soon? The villagers said it’s been getting more aggressive these past nights.”

He doesn’t even glance your way, his voice as cold as the night air.

“If you focused more on the mission and less on talking, we’d find it faster.”

You flinch at the harshness of his tone, your heart sinking. It shouldn’t even bother you anymore when he talks with you like that. After all, he’s been like this since the moment you’ve met him. You have no right to feel hurt by his cold tone.

And still, you do.  

“I’m just trying to help,” you murmur, feeling the sting of his words really sink into your heart.

“If you really want to help, then stay out of my way. You’re more of a disadvantage than anything else,” he snaps.

When his gaze finally meets yours, it’s filled with nothing but irritation.

The words hit you like a physical blow. You trained hard to be where you are and hearing him belittle your efforts is painful. Those countless nights you’ve spent training, the pain you’ve had to endure to finally get called a hashira…for nothing?

But instead of contradicting, you swallow the hurt and nod, falling silent as you continue to walk beside him.

When you finally reach the demon’s hideout, you feel the evil aura in the air. The demon is close, without any doubt. Obanai unsheathes his sword and you follow suit, your heart pounding in your chest. This is your chance to prove yourself, to show Obanai that you are capable.

After that, you have no further time to think or react. The demon is powerful, its speed and strength far surpassing any you faced before. You barely manage to shield your throat from its teeth when it attacks out of the shadows, leaving you falling to the ground.

Obanai continues to fight with the skill and grace that had earned him his reputation as a hashira, but even he’s struggling to keep up with the demon’s relentless strikes. Over and over, you try as good as you can, attack again and again in order to support the man you have your eyes on. But that demon… It targets your weaknesses, exploits your lack of experience without any mercy.

You can’t stand a chance.

“Stay back!” Obanai shouts at you as the demon lunges at you with full speed.

You tried to dodge, but it was too fast. Its sharp teeth rack across your side and pain explodes in your abdomen as you were thrown to the ground.

Obanai’s eyes widened in shock when he sees you fall, blood pooling beneath you. The demon turns its attention back to him, but something in him snaps. With a roar of fury, he unleashes a barrage of attacks, his blade moving faster than the eye of the demon can follow. In the matter of seconds, the demon is finally decapitated, its body disintegrating into ash.

But Obanai doesn’t care about the victory. The only thing he can think about is you lying motionless on the ground. He rushes to your side, his heart hammering in his chest. He drops to his knees beside you, his hands trembling as he reaches out to touch you.

“(y/n)…”

His voice is barely a whisper, all the harshness of those past weeks gone and replaced by a raw, desperate fear. Blood stains your entire uniform, your skin deathly pale as your eyes flutter open weakly.

“Obanai...”. your faint voice mumbles.

And despite the visible pain that glisters in your eyes and all those things he said to you earlier, you smile up at him.

“Why did you do that?”, he demands, his voice cracking as he pressed his hand against the wound to stop the bleeding.

“Why didn’t you listen to me? You should have stayed back!”

“I wanted...to help you. I couldn’t just...stand by and do nothing,” you gasp with shallow breath.

“You idiot,” he mutters softly.

And for the first time since you know him, tears sting his eyes while he looks down at you for the first time.

“You’re so stupid. You should have let me handle it.”

“I know. I’m sorry…” you whisper.

You feel so tired. It’s impossible to stop your eyes from closing when exhaustion overtakes you.

“No, don’t you dare to close your eyes. Stay with me, (y/n), I’ll help, just…just stay with me!”

Panic surges through him when he sees you slowly but surely fading away. And for the first time since his childhood, Obanai is forced to feel the stinging sensation of fright again.  

You’re growing colder in his hands with each passing minute, your breathing more labored.

“I’m sorry...for being...a burden,” you whisper, your voice barely audible as your eyes begin to close.

Obanai’s heart clenches in his chest. Why would you think you were a burden? All the times he had pushed you away, been cruel to you... His eyes widen in sheer horror. He realizes now, in this moment, how blind he has been. So afraid of getting close to someone, of being hurt, that he hasn’t allowed himself to see what was right in front of him.

You with your warm smile. You with that voice so angelic that he could listen to it all day. You in that uniform or in that kimono you only wear to special occasions. You, loved by everyone with your eyes on him only.

And now, it might be too late.

“No, no, no, please...���

His voice cracks while holding you close, tears spilling down his cheeks like a waterfall.

“Don’t leave me. I…I need you. I can’t do this without you. Please, (y/n)... I’m sorry. I’m so sorry...”

You want to respond, to comfort him, but you can’t find the strength. Your vision starts fading, darkness creeping in from the edges. The last thing you see is Obanai’s tear-streaked face as he begs you to stay with him.

Then, everything goes black.

-two days later-

When you open your crusty eyes, find yourself in a bed with soft sheets wrapped around your aching body. The room is dimly lit, the soft glow of lanterns casting warm light across the walls. You blink a few times, disoriented while trying to remember what happened.

The last thing that comes to your mind is that demon, the pain, and Obanai’s voice, desperate and pleading.

“(y/n)...?”

This voice. So soft, filled with a mixture of relief and guilt. You turn your head to see Obanai sitting beside your bed, his eyes red and tired, as if he hadn’t slept in days.

“Obanai...”

Your voice is weak and your mouth feels dry like the desert, but you manage a small smile.

“I’m...alive?”

“Barely,” he murmurs.

He reaches out, hesitating for a moment before taking your hand in his.

“Shinobu…said you were lucky to survive. I thought... I thought I’d lost you.”

“I’m sorry... I didn’t mean to worry you,” you croak, squeezing his hand gently.

“Don’t apologize,” he replies quickly, shaking his head.

“It’s me who should be apologizing. I’ve treated you so horribly, pushed you away when all you wanted was to help. I was so afraid of losing someone I care about that I didn’t realize I was hurting you.”

You look up at him with your doe eyes, surprised by the vulnerability in his voice. This is a side of Obanai you have never seen before, a side that he kept hidden beneath layers of coldness and indifference. But you always knew it was there. You always knew that Obanai has in fact a big heart.

“I’m sorry. I was wrong and you almost paid the price for my stupidity. I don’t know if you can ever forgive me, but... I promise I’ll do better. I’ll be better. I don’t want to lose you. It took me way too long to realize how important you are to me, (y/n)…”, he continues, his voice barely above a whisper.

Tears well up in your eyes a, the sincerity in his voice breaking through the last of your defenses. You waited so long to hear him say something like this, to show you that he cared about you as well.

“Obanai...”

You squeeze his hand tighter, your heart swelling with emotion.

“I forgive you. I always have. Just... don’t push me away again.”

He nods, his grip on your hand tightening as if he’s afraid to let go.

“I won’t. I promise.”

For the first time since you know him, you see Obanai smile. A small, hesitant smile, but it is real. And in that moment, you know that things will be different from now on. The walls he built around his heart begun to crumble, and you are there to help him rebuild.

Together.

-a few months later-

„Shinazugawa-san, have you any idea where (y/n) went? I need to ask her about the medicine she produced earlier.”

“Where is she supposed to be apart from Obanai, huh? Seems like all these guys do is piling each other with love”, Sanemi grumbles through gritted teeth.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you are jealous, Shinazugawa-san-“

“Me, jealous? Because he found his true love and a girl that adores him more than anything else? Jealous because he only spends time with her now, because they sleep in the same bed every night? Jealous because I can’t understand how he pulled a girl like that? Just…shut up!”, Sanemi snaps back, earning a heartfelt giggle from Shinobu.

“I will go find (y/n) now. But maybe you should talk to Iguro-san about your discomfort”, the insect pillar comments before making her way towards Obanai’s estate.

There you sit, devoured in his arms and cloak, your face bathing in the sun with that signature small smile decorating your lips.

“I’m sorry to disturb you, but I was wondering if we could talk about the medicine you gave the blond-haired boy earlier”, Shinobu begins, earning a deadly glare from Obanai himself.

“Sure! Did it work?”, you question while peeling yourself out of his longing arms.

“Amazingly. He’s fully healed now.”

There it is again. That signature bright beam decorating your face that makes your eyes sparkle.

“I’m glad to hear that. I’ll be back in a few hours, my love.”

“Don’t be gone for too long. And take good care of her, insect pillar”, Obanai replies in a warning tone.

“Of course!”

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[hashekyu]

➟ ˚₊‧꒰ა 𝐒𝐈𝐗𝐓𝐘 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

SCARA:

LEAN OVER...

Y'FLUSTERED?...

JEALOUSY...

VENTI:

MUICHIRO:

STAY WITH ME FOREVER...

OBANAI:

KYOJURO:

GIYUU:

SANEMI:

𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅ ASHRODISIAC... 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅ ASHRODISIAC... 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅ ASHRODISIAC... 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅ ASHRODISIAC...

more awaits.

[luvnami]

mission critical: baby alert! - kanroji mitsuri and iguro obanai

note - 'tan' is a baby-ish way of pronouncing 'chan'. read the other baby alert fics here! more notes at the end

cw - cute baby mitsuri and obanai :3

banner - gakuen babysitters

word count - 1k+

“guro-tan! guro-tan!” mitsuri chirps. 

she chases the black-haired hashira around a low coffee table, giggling all the way. you stand a short distance away with a tray of cookies and juice. 

obanai seems nervous. his blush peeks over the top of his cheeks where his bandages stop, and kaburamaru is even more anxious as the snake slithers to hide in the opening of obanai’s black and white kimono. 

not long after being summoned to shinazugawa’s estate, your kasugai crow had once again cried out for you to depart for the love residence as soon as possible. there, you were greeted with the sight of both the love and snake hashira in their teeny tiny forms. 

thankfully, mitsuri had a housekeeper that usually looked over her precious bees, but you had recruited her in your most dire moment of need to assist you in babysitting. she was currently cooking dinner, which would be ready in a few hours. 

“kanroji, you shouldn’t run around like that. you’re going to fall-” before you can even finish chiding her, you hear a dull ‘fwump’. 

obanai stares. his eyes are blown wide as he stares at mitsuri, who had tripped and fallen face-first into the hardwood floor. kaburamaru peeks out of his kimono and flicks his tongue. 

“kanroji! are you alright?” 

you hurry to set the tray of snacks down and rush over to mitsuri’s side. you help her stand back up, noticing her glassy eyes that are full of tears. there’s a large, red bump on her forehead. it’s almost comical at how swollen it is. 

“kanroji? are you okay? does it hurt?” you soothe, rubbing her back gently. 

mitsuri nods firmly. her small hands fist the material of her kimono, desperate to not cry, especially not in front of obanai – who continues staring at her. you help mitsuri to sit on the nearby sofa. you then brush back her bangs, observing the injury.

“i’m going to go get a cold rag. can you wait here for me, kanroji?” you ask. “iguro, can you wait with her please?”

the little ones look at each other. a thousand thoughts run through obanai’s head as he thinks and thinks and thinks, but ultimately he gives you a resolved nod. you smile. 

“good, i’ll be right back.”

you close the door behind you with a soft click. inside, obanai still stares at mitsuri wordlessly. he wants to say something, but comforting words have never been his strongest point – especially not when he has the vocabulary of a one year old. mitsuri sniffles and swipes at her eyes roughly with the back of her hands. then, kaburamaru realises he must do something to urge obanai on. 

the snake prods at obanai’s cheek, trying to get his attention. he then slithers down his owner’s arm and bites the end of obanai’s sleeve, tugging him closer and closer to the snacks you had left on the table. 

obanai’s eyes light up. it takes him a bit of effort, considering how the table is almost as tall as him and his limbs are short and not the best at stealing snacks, but he puffs his cheeks up and narrows his little eyebrows in determination. 

“hmph!” 

obanai stands on the tip of his toes and reaches out with his stubby fingers, finally managing to flick a little cookie close enough for him to grab. his eyes light up and kaburamaru lets out a hiss of approval.

but now comes the most difficult part – handing the cookie to mitsuri, who had been watching obanai the entire time. she had been distracted enough by him to momentarily forget about the pain and her sniffles had long since fallen quiet. 

obanai turns, clutching the cookie in both hands. he can’t bear to look at mitsuri in her eyes. so he chooses to stick the sweet out and turn his head away from her, heart racing. 

“for me, guro-tan?” mitsuri asks. 

obanai nods, still hiding his face in his shoulder. mitsuri leans forward to grab the cookie and she giggles happily. 

“fank you, guro-tan!” 

she bites into the cookie and giggles even as crumbs fall across her lap. mitsuri kicks her little feet happily. obanai’s face turns red once again and his heart soars, almost too much for him to bear, so he’s relieved when you return to the room with some gauze and medical supplies.

you fuss over mitsuri’s injury and obanai stands close enough to watch you clean and tape a piece of gauze over her forehead, but far enough that he won’t be a bother. kaburamaru flicks the end of his tail satisfactorily. 

the rest of the day goes injury-free, thankfully, and mitsuri eats twice her body weight in omurice that her housekeeper prepared. when you finally settle them down for the night and tuck them into their beds, obanai clings onto the edge of your uniform. 

“hmm? is something the matter?” you crouch down, smoothing back his ruffled hair. 

mitsuri snores away in her own bed. you had decided to put them in separate bedrooms for… well… the impending change that would happen in the morning, but obanai seemed rather reluctant to sleep on his own. perhaps he was scared of the dark? you sit obanai down on his bed and show him the electrical bedside lamp.

“here, i’ll leave this on for you. kaburamaru will be right next to you, so you won’t be alone, alright?” you smile. 

obanai stares at the lamp, mesmerised by its warm light. he gives you a soft “okay”, then lets you tuck him into bed. you can’t help but smile, but that soon fades when you remember how scathing adult obanai could be. with both the babies tucked into bed, you head to your own room and turn in for the night. 

.

“ahhh! iguro, you were so cute!” mitsuri gushes. “you were so small and tiny, and you gave me snacks to calm me down… ahh! you’re the best!”

obanai turns away, clearly embarrassed. you were glad that the morning after had gone smoothly, sufficiently better than waking up to sanemis screaming, anyways. 

“iguro, i’ll bring you some homemade cookies next time! to thank you for today! okay, iguro? okay?”

you watch the two hashiras amble off into the courtyard for their next mission. hopefully you wouldn’t be seeing any more babies soon, though you have an odd feeling that this encounter won’t be the last…

note - which hashira do you want to see next?

[lyrefromthesea]

How would the hashira react if we accidentally pushed him off the bed while sleeping?

Male hashira x Reader - It's OUR bed

pairing: Tengen x Reader, Obanai x reader, Rengoku x reader, Sanemi x reader, Giyuu x reader, Gyomei x reader

content warning: none

Tengen:

• he wakes up before he even hits the ground. did you just push him down? he immediately checked, but realizes you aren't awake.

• with a quiet scoff, which turned into an even more quiet laugh, he stands up and takes his original place in bed again.

• to make sure that you're not pushing him down another time, he wraps his arm around you, pulling you close enough to nearly use him as a bed instead.

Obanai:

• he hits the ground and nearly panics. if you pushed him out of the bed in your sleep, then maybe you subconsciously didn't like having him close.

• he's quick to disregard that thought, because you quietly stirred next to him, as if you couldn't sleep without him.

• when he finally takes his place in bed again, he lets his fingers brush against yours, wanting to have contact with you. he feels his heart swell when you wrap your arms around his and press it against your body.

Rengoku:

• falls out of the bed and stares at the ceiling with his big owl eyes. he sits up straight in a matter of seconds, asking what just happened.

• though he didn't want that to happen, he accidently wakes you up. seeing you yawn and rub your eyes, he stands up to comfort you into slumber again.

• he'll hold you close to his chest, so you can fall asleep to the sound of his heartbeat.

Sanemi:

• he lands on the ground face first, his hand still clinging onto your arm. the reflex that usually was there to protect you, took you down with him this time.

• the air got knocked out of his lungs after you fell on top of him, letting out a quiet groan. the man turned his face to the side, grumbling in his tired voice, while he felt you get up.

• he's too tired to even talk about it, letting himself fall into bed again and pulling you with him. he ends up falling asleep on top of you, your cheek squished against the top of his head.

Giyuu:

• he sleeps on his side, when you accidently pushed him down the bed, it made him fall onto his back pretty hard. it normally wouldn't have bugged him, he was a hashira and knew how to handle pain. unfortunately, his muscles ached after the fall, because he had landed rather unlucky.

• he won't say anything or wake you up, because he doesn't want to disturb your sleep. expect for the quiet grunt leaving him, he makes sure to keep absolute silence and hold you close again.

• when you see him feel unwell the next day and ask what's wrong, he'll explain it to you. "why didn't you say anything, i would've helped immediately!" he fell silent, his cheeks flushing. he had been too shy to ask for your help.

Gyomei:

• he was sleeping on the edge of the bed to begin with. it wasn't your fault when you turned and bumped against him, making the man fall down the bed.

• he opens his eyes slowly, hands feeling the ground under him, eventually brushing against the blanket that was hanging down the bed.

• it didn't hurt and it was clearly an accident, he didn't see any reason to talk about it. instead he stands up again, makes sure that you sleep in a proper position and puts a protective arm around you.

• you may never know what happened, but that didn't disturb him. he loved you after all.

[anqelically]

THE MOMENT THEY WANTED TO MARRY YOU

FEATURING. sanemi shinazugawa, giyuu tomioka, obanai iguro & mitsuri kanroji

WARNINGS. gn!reader, fluff, comfort, hcs in drabble form, reader and iguro are naked (no nsfw), hints to iguro’s past

NAVI | KNY MASTERLIST

SANEMI SHINAZUGAWA realized he wanted to marry you one day when he came home late at night to find you asleep at the dining table, apparently waiting for him. after the loss of most of his family, the shinazugawa brothers had moved into your home after you offered. you lost your mother to an illness not too long after, making it only you three who inhabited the tiny home.

you always cared for sanemi, and sanemi had always cared for you. so when you learned of his nightly activities, it worried you. sometimes he’d come home with torn clothes, and other days sanemi returned with fresh wounds. if you hadn’t fallen asleep by then, you’d dress his wounds tenderly. it wasn’t any better after joining the demon slayer corps.

the thought of him putting himself in danger like that gnawed at your stomach the first few weeks. but then time passed, and you no longer feared as much. there was always a possibility of losing sanemi, but he proved himself to be strong, both physically and in drive. though, you always prayed for his safety.

your upper body leaned on the low table, chest rising and falling as sanemi approached. the meal you set for him had grown cold a long time ago, but he’ll eat it regardless. first, the boy was going to carry you to your futon. though, the sight of a sleeping genya, whose head rested on your thigh, made him pause.

in his sleep, the young boy clung to your figure. and it was no wonder you only supported your head on the table with one arm, the other one rested on genya’s back. it must’ve been uncomfortable for you, yet you remained in that position for hours, awake or not.

the first one sanemi carried to their respective futon was genya. he was much heavier than before, the older boy thought. he was glad that genya was growing properly, especially with how much you fed him. the black-haired boy loved your cooking so much he almost always ate nearly half of it.

sanemi eventually carried your slouched form to your futon. he set you down gently before placing your blanket over the lower half of your body. you got warm easily, so sanemi knew it would be best to not cover you completely.

the moonlight shone on your sleeping figure as sanemi brushed your stray hairs away from your face. his eyes traveled from you to the cold plate on the table. always so caring, you were. his gaze then landed on genya, who you always treated as your own brother.

sanemi, despite the many things he has yet to comprehend, was sure of one thing— his love for you. the two of you were still teenagers, but he was sure of his feelings. as his fingers traveled from your forehead to your cheek, cupping your face lightly, there was only a single thought that occupied his mind.

one day, in a world free of demons, he’d take your hand and ask you to be his.

it was when you were crying in his arms that GIYUU TOMIOKA knew that he wanted your hand in marriage. although he was skilled, he was rendered unconscious during a mission after slaying two demons with tricky demon blood arts. although he was only unconscious from night till the next afternoon, you couldn’t help but worry.

you were no demon slayer, so the thought of your partner being bedridden had scared you. you rushed to his bedside when giyuu’s crow informed you of his state. and as you sat by his sleeping form, the little butterfly estate girls told you that although he was littered with cuts, none of them were deep.

part of you always believed that giyuu was invincible. even though you knew he was the highest rank in the demon slayer corps, he never came home with worrying injuries. a few small cuts here and there were all treated by you before the two of you fell into bed.

seeing giyuu’s bare torso covered in white patches reminded you that giyuu was not invincible, and even someone skilled like him was vulnerable to injury.

compared to the corps members that already died before giyuu was assigned the mission, he was barely harmed. but since you didn’t see it that way, he saw the tears that brimmed your eyes after he woke up. your hug was gentle as if you’d hurt him if you squeezed him tight.

giyuu snaked his arms around your waist as you cried and told him how you worried for him. your words, even your tears alone spoke volumes about how much you cared for him. the black-haired man held you tighter, knowing that he cared for you just as much, and one day hoped to show you by proposing with a ring fit only for you.

you and OBANAI IGURO were lying bare in bed the moment he realized he wanted to marry you. it was late at night and the two of you had your limbs tangled together underneath a thick blanket, skin-to-skin for half an hour in near darkness. the muted moonlight that shone through the shoji door was only enough to outline the other’s figure.

obanai’s skin burned beneath your smooth fingers, the gentle touch scorching his very being. you always had that effect on him, especially when he was most vulnerable to you, when he was bare.

your fingers brushed the skin of his cheeks, lightly touching the part of his face that he always kept bandaged up. your fingers ran over the bumpy skin once more before you cupped his cheeks, pressing your forehead to his.

there were a few nights you’d spend like this. though, it was always so dark. you wanted to see your lover in full, but knowing how he felt about it, you never forced him to. after all, it had taken you some time to get used to the reminder of your own past; the large scar that ran from your chest to your belly button.

you laid your head back onto your pillow before you asked him if it was okay to light up a candle although you expected him to politely decline. instead, he hesitated before saying you could. after you asked once more to be sure, the black-haired man decided to light the candle for you.

his face, illuminated by the candlelight, turned towards you. obanai watched as you crawled towards him and sat on his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck. you told him that his beauty never failed to make you awe as he snaked his hands onto your hips.

you smiled at him lovingly before you laid your head in the crook of his neck, finding comfort in your position. he tucked back a piece of your hair before resting his cheek atop your head. obanai thought someone as tainted as him didn’t deserve such love from you, someone so pure. however, you wandered into his arms with no argument, embracing his being. obanai was sure that when the time was right, he’d marry you under your favorite cherry blossom tree.

the two of you were having brunch when MITSURI KANROJI realized she wanted to marry you one day. being the absolute bundle of joy she was, mitsuri was excited about the brunch the two of you planned days before. you’d be coming over to her estate, so the woman made sure to have lots of food prepared.

you arrived at mitsuri’s estate earlier than planned with a tray of sakura mochi you made just for her. although she ushered you to the dining room while she rushed the rest of her cooking and baking outside, you couldn’t help but wonder what was taking her so long. and when you realized it was because mitsuri was running all over the place to pay attention to everything she was cooking at once, you opted to help her.

you smiled at the love hashira, telling her she didn’t have to do all of this by herself, especially since she was providing for their meal. with a blossoming pink dusted across her cheeks, mitsuri thanked you and the two of you finished soon enough.

with everything set on the table, the two of you dug in. mitsuri babbled about her recent adventures like always, and you listened with a small smile on your face. from the moment you met, mitsuri was always so bright. the happiness she had always oozed out of her being and spread onto you, though you’ve never minded it.

while you found yourself lost in admiring her, another blush made its way onto mitsuri’s cheeks. your fond stare nearly made her heart melt when she noticed it. setting down her bowl, she felt her heart race against her chest as a certain thought crossed her mind.

you seemed to have caught yourself and quickly coughed before eating some of the fluffy pancakes she had made, commenting on how good they tasted. mitsuri giggled before she grinned endearingly. if you got married one day, then maybe the happiness of sharing a single meal would continue forever. truthfully, she wished that day would come soon.

NOTE. i was so into sanemi’s coming up with the other 3’s was a bit difficult 😓 sorry it’s a bit ooc (imo) this is my warm up dw

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How the Hashira sleep with you and your 9-month-old between you

Author's Note: I was up at 2 AM last night writing in my notes app because this idea struck me. This is my first time writing headcanons, but as always, I’m inspired by some of the fantastic ideas of other content creators!

Content Warning: You have a child with your partner, and they sleep in bed with you. There is also a brief mention of breastfeeding. This will not be for you if you’re sensitive to those things. This is pure fluff.

How the Hashira sleep with you and your 9-month-old between you

Contains: Rengoku, Uzui, Iguro, Shinazugawa & Tomioka 

Kyojuro Rengoku 

Kyo was meant for this. There’s no reality in which Kyojuro doesn’t want to be a father to as many kids as you’re willing to give him. His arm is always wrapped around you both—having you and the baby in the same room as you all sleep, being able to provide comfort, body heat, and a sense of protection, brings him so much joy. 

Kyojuro wakes up periodically during the night to look at you both as you sleep. He will also pay extra attention to checking on your child, placing a large hand on their small frame and feeling the rise and fall of their chest; he’ll smile to himself—his child is happy, healthy, and safe. 

Rengoku is also great at soothing the baby when they wake up: “Shhh, little one. Let’s let mommy sleep.” 

Nine times out of ten, he’ll be able to put your baby back down to sleep. The one time he can’t, the child will need to be fed, and Rengoku swells with pride as he watches you nurse them.

Once you’re done nursing, he’ll quickly run to get you some water and a small snack because he knows it takes a lot of energy to breastfeed. 

“You’re a good mother,” he says as he strokes your hair, looking over your shoulder at your milk-drunk child. “I can’t wait to do this again and again.”

Tengen Uzui

Tengen is annoyed when you place the child next to you—you didn’t even ask him! You explain that it’s easier for night feedings, and the baby sleeps better between you both. He admits it’s true, and the change drastically improved his own sleep. 

But Tengen HATES giving up the level of intimacy he had with you and many times ponders if kicking the baby out would be the obvious solution. With venom in your tone, you assure him there’s no need to bother his pretty little head with such ridiculous thoughts. He is aghast, but admittedly, he likes that you’re protective of their child, even against him.

Eventually, the child moves to their room, and Tengen has you all back to himself during the night! And, oh, has he missed it.

Obanai Iguro

Obanai really wishes he could get his bed back and is grumpy at first as despite his small stature, he takes up a LOT of space when sleeping. 

But his heart melts as your child always curls up against him, seeking his father’s warmth and comfort. He’ll stare down at them, still unable to believe he contributed to something so beautiful and perfect. 

He’ll plant a kiss on his child’s small tuft of black hair and then on the crown of your head, his arm snaking around his child, and holding your hand while you sleep quietly. So yeah, he’ll start off annoyed, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

When you suggest moving the child out of your shared room, Obanai is taken aback.

“Let’s not be too hasty! They sleep so well with us.”

Sanemi Shinazugawa

Sanemi grew up sleeping in the same room as his family, so he isn’t surprised or put out that the baby sleeps between you both. 

He’d never admit it, but he feels a lot less anxiety at the thought of something happening to you and your child when you’re all sleeping together. 

Sure, sometimes he’ll wake up with a baby foot in his mouth or get woken up by a sleepy yet firm baby smack to his face, but he’ll grumble lovingly and drift back off to sleep, finding comfort in the fact that his family is safe and sound. 

Sometimes, Sanemi has to pull the baby off you at night when it spreads its limbs over your face. 

“Hey, get back here!”

Giyu Tomioka

Giyu is not a fan of a baby sleeping in his bed and will likely never be. He misses cuddling with you, holding your hand as you sleep, and waking up as the little or big spoon to your duo.

It’s hard to be a spoon in a trio—he feels more like a fork.

He’s an amazing father, though, and leads the nighttime routine of bath time, bedtime stories, and gently rocking the small baby in his arms. 

Eventually, he’ll rearrange the futons so that you’re between the baby and himself, which is his way of getting to spoon you again. Clever!

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Hashiras x super cheerful excited golden retriever girlfriend PLSPSLSPSLPSLPSLS🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

Reader is sunny , always smiling , laughing , extroverted , very strangely optimistic ^_^

𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐄 — 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐬

hashiras with a sunny, optimistic s/o. 📝 ik the ask called for fem! reader but this can be read gn! as well. GOOSH I’M SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG TO DO… ALSO i knew that if i just did this regularly for everyone it’d start becoming repetitive in each one, so i put them into categories first and then wrote down what might be different with each hashira— hence why some entries are pretty short. SORRY AGAIN!!

word count : 1.3k+

𝙉𝙊𝙒 𝙋𝙇𝘼𝙔𝙄𝙉𝙂 . . . 𝘚𝘜𝘕𝘋𝘈𝘠 𝘉𝘌𝘚𝘛 — 𝘚𝘜𝘙𝘍𝘈𝘊𝘌𝘚

MATCHES your energy perfectly. absolutely loves the positive vibes, it makes their entire day and they live for it.

— rengoku, mitsuri, tengen (mostly)

FINDS it refreshing. the corps needs more people like you to make the negative energies of demon slaying wash away. may not completely match your energy, but it makes them happy no doubt to see you spreading that positivity (it’ll rub off on them soon enough if it hasn’t already).

— shinobu, obanai, gyomei

FOUND you annoying at first. absolutely thought you were stupid. though, in the end, they fell anyways without meaning to— soon finding your positivity and shining personality charming.

— sanemi

TREATS you like an any other day person they’d react with on a daily basis until you start spending more and more time with them, congrats! you’ve invaded their hearts.

— giyu, muichiro

𝐆𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐈 𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐀

— you distract him from everything. you’re always so bright and happy that whenever he’s around you he can’t help but smile and forget all his worries and stresses.

— he likes that this is your true personality, not just some act.

— definitely falls further in love when you defend him from other slayers who question his capabilities as hashira due to his lack of sight.

— AND HE WILL DEFEND YOU whenever he senses that you’re sad because of another person. he cannot stand to hear you feel upset. it’s one of the rare times he’s passively aggressive towards someone, he simply just cares for you so much.

𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐍 𝐔𝐙𝐔𝐈

— finds you interesting. and when he spots an interesting person, you best believe he’s going to investigate.

— loves talking to you about nothing in particular, whether you’re leading or he’s leading the conversation it’s bound to be a unique and enlightening chat.

— ABSOLUTELY bedazzles you with some of his flashy items so that you’re positively shining in and out.

— sometimes when he’s just down in the dumps he may find your positivity annoying and will voice it, but he always backtracks when he sees your smile go a fraction lower.

𝐆𝐈𝐘𝐔 𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐎𝐊𝐀

— this is a trope. it’s called extrovert x introvert. it’s also another trope called yapper x listener.

— you will spout out a whole paragraph or two about something and he’ll just give you a few nods to show he’s paying attention, maybe voicing his opinions once in a while with just a few words. but he’s definitely listening, after all, he loves hearing you speak.

— you go from just another person in his life to something way different, someone who recognizes him for something and doesn’t shun him like the others.

— he thinks that maybe—with you being a “look on the bright side,” kind of person—you’ll be able to see him from an angle that practically no one takes the time to see for themselves.

— he lets you hug him whenever you’re happy, but at the same time he hopes that you don’t hear his heart going a mile a second.

𝐎𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐈 𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎

— it’s funny, really; how fast his memories from way back when go to rest whenever you’re nearby, how immediate the thoughts of his scars disappear as you come into view.

— he admires your consistency to stay positive among the lifelong struggles in this job as a demon slayer.

— showed his scars to you early on after you convinced him that looks alone wouldn’t change your opinions on him. he’s so glad he did, because after some much needed pep talking he’s absolutely ecstatic. he can breathe easier around you now, taking off the bandages whenever he likes because you’re just that much of a comfort to him.

— possessive & protective, if someone’s making you sad they are DEAD MEAT. HIDE

𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐈 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐖𝐀

— fell so hard. and he didn’t even notice it! that smooth road from hating you to loving you never crossed any speed bumps that let him figure it out, it just hit him one day.

— “you can’t find positivity in everything. you’re bound to wake up to reality somewhere along this line of work.” sanemi said this to help himself so that he’d never be so hurt by your eventual sad expressions from who knows what. the only thing it succeeded in doing was convince you to prove him wrong.

— has the prettiest color on his face when he blushes at you complimenting or being enthusiastic at spending time with him, even if you’re enthusiastic at spending time with every hashira.

— it’s funny cuz he’ll just go from being so aggressive and mean towards you to just one day out of the blue being unusually gentle and kind. you bet he’ll be the first one to beat up whoever makes you cry or help you with your problems, because even if this man doesn’t see it, he is absolutely WHIPPED.

𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐎𝐊𝐔 𝐊𝐘𝐎𝐉𝐔𝐑𝐎

— he just wants to hug you every time you’re around (and he does, with your consent of course)!

— two golden retrievers running around with no leashes and no restraints. everyone should be terrified

— he’s happy that there’s someone in the corps he can really talk to for days on end about anything if he’s ever looking for positive outlooks. someone who sees his point of views and matches his overly optimistic nature.

— gets a lil jealous when you’re like this around tengen but we shall not elaborate as he’s stomped those feelings down long ago

𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐈 𝐊𝐀𝐍𝐑𝐎𝐉𝐈

— LOVES your energy SO MUCH. it makes her feel all warm and fuzzy inside when you talk and laugh around her; she feels wanted.

— your hype girl. she will absolutely cheer for you whenever you need it and she’ll squeal when you pay her back with hugs or compliments.

— she never seems to need any words or comfort from you whenever she’s sad, because every time you walk in her point of view she immediately lights up and her mood does a whole switch.

— clicked easily with you when you first got introduced, definitely love at first sight for her.

𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐁𝐔 𝐊𝐎𝐂𝐇𝐎

— she’s surprised at first at how happy you could be in this line of profession, but soon after spending some more time with you she understands. you’ve given her a new reason to be happy everyday and she cherishes her genuine happiness closely.

— she refrains from teasing you as she does with giyu, because unlike with him she can’t stand to see your smile break even a little bit.

— likes the positive role model you present to her patients, encouraging them that everything was going to be okay and uplifting all the moods of all the people you speak with in her estate.

— eventually her own smiles will mirror your unfeigned ones over time. she thanks you heavily for that.

𝐌𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎 𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐎

— aloof with you as he does with most others at first. doesn’t understand the point and why you want to spend time with him so much—why it’d bring you so much joy to be around him.

— eventually he learns to tolerate it which leads to his days feeling unusually empty without you. he subconsciously asks for more missions with you with reasons that don’t fully make sense, but they’re more believable than “i don’t want to be apart from them.”

— and then when he regains his memories and the fog from his head is lifted; he’s absolutely smiling every time you’re around. he still dazes out of conversations once in a while, but that’s only because he’s busy looking at you.

— he comes to full terms with himself and hugs you a lot (to the point where he’d been called clingy by tengen a few times). he’s so, so happy with you and hopes you never fall to the line of work that you both reside in.

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[mikasa-imadebiscults]

im OBSESSED with demon slayer + ur work!!

could you pls do the hashira reaction to their s/o giving them lots of affection so they let their guard down, and then they suddenly start a pillow fight and tickle them?

This was funny in my head 😭

(HEY ANON! YOU’RE OBSESSED WITH MY WORK?? THAT’S CRAZY, THANK YOU SO MUCH. The kind words really mean a lot. Anyways I hope you enjoy this and have a wonderful day.)

Hashira with an Affectionate S/O

(Characters Included- All the Hashira)

(Warning: Fluff, fluff, fluff)

🦋Shinobu Kocho🦋

- Likes the affection you give her. Especially if you give her a massage after a long stressful day. She loves to reciprocate it back by tracing your scars or marks, giving you a quick peck on the lips, and etc.

- Unfortunately for you, if you decide to start any pillow fights, you’ll lose. Shinobu is very fast and can dodge your “attacks” easily. Having these silly little fights relieves her from the stresses of the world. She’s grateful that she can have these moments with you.

🐍Iguro Obanai🐍

- Not big on PDA cause he gets embarrassed but doesn’t mind small things like holding hands and the sort.

- Obanai was just enjoying the silence with you wrapped in his haori and saw you grab the pillow. He thought you were just adjusting it until it headed towards his face. He blocked it with his arm and before he could even say a word you tickled him. He flinched because he’s a little ticklish but managed to stop you. He was like “How dare you” afterwards, but secretly he didn’t mind this silly side of yours.

🍡Mitsuri Kanroji🍡

- Always accepts the affection openly. She’s big on PDA, everyone can instantly tell that you two are dating. Squeezes you in the biggest hug before letting you go to get oxygen.

- One day when you two were cuddling, you felt the need to choose (playful) violence. So you swiftly grabbed the nearest pillow and hit your girlfriend with it. When she felt a pillow hit her face it stunned her a bit but she quickly snapped out of it and fought back. Both you and her were laughing nonstop.

🔥Kyojuro Rengoku🔥

- He thinks your affectionate side is admirable. Always reciprocates it when he can. Some of his favorite things that you do is when you surprise him with a hug and lean on him whenever you’re tired or sleeping.

- When you started the pillow fight he chuckled at it and asked if you’re challenging him. As soon as you said yeah he’ll be like “Alright then, prepare yourself.” And the both of you will just have a good time being silly together.

🔊Tengen Uzui🔊

- He always smiles or chuckles at the affection. Definitely would crack your back if he hugged you back really hard. Though when you’re hugging him, he mainly puts one hand on your back while the other is patting your head.

- You won’t be able to surprise him, he’ll hear the pillow coming from a mile away and grab it. Once he has it he’ll throw it at you while saying something cocky like “You thought that you could sneak in an attack against ME?”

☁️Muichiro Tokito☁️

- He is confused at first on why you were so affectionate but he doesn’t mind it. Might be a little tense though.

- You’ll definitely catch him off guard if you hit him when he’s zoned out. He’ll instantly snap out of it and start dodging the pillows. If you tried to tickle him he’d grab your hand and tickle your stomach as revenge. He would be laughing while you’re trying to get free.

🌪️Sanemi Shinazugawa🌪️

- Secretly enjoys your affection but he mainly reciprocates it in private when it’s just you and him instead of in public.

- When the both of you were laying down together, you suddenly ticked him and he quickly moved away. He wouldn’t even face you because of the embarrassment because he didn’t want you to find out that he was a bit ticklish. (He will still deny it even after the incident)

🌊Giyuu Tomioka🌊

- He gets used to your affection after a few weeks of dating you. Tries to reciprocate but it’ll take him time. Though he does get better over time.

- He was all relaxed until you suddenly hit him in the face with a pillow. He would be confused about the sudden pillow fight. He’ll just sit there and blink at you while he’s still getting hit. Then he’ll question if he did something wrong so you’ll have to reassure him.

🪨Gyomei Himejima🪨

- Gyomei enjoys your affection and tries his best to reciprocate it. Though he’ll be a lot more gentle than you, for example if you hug him really tightly he’ll hug back gently because he doesn’t want to hurt you.

- He’s not ticklish so if you tried to tickle him it wouldn’t have an effect on him. Though he will be smiling at you cause he thinks you’re adorable.

Masterlist

[dreaisgrayte]

First Kisses With the Hashira

Includes: Gyomei Himijima, Tengen Uzui, Sanemi Shinazugawa, Obanai Iguro, Giyuu Tomioka, Kyojuro Rengoku, Mitsuri Kanroji, Shinobu Kocho Synopsis: What would your first kiss with the Hashira be like? {I did not include Muichiro even though this was mainly fluff} warnings: kisses! so many kisses! A little suggestive in some parts, but only if you squint, very wholesome and fluffy!

Gyomei Himejima

Gyomei is super tall, so you practically had to – with red cheeks – ask him to bend down so you could kiss him

When you managed to place your lips on his Gyomei was pleased to find how gentle you were

Gyomei found himself selfishly thinking for once

He lifts you onto the table, trapping you with a muscled arm on either side of your thighs. He groans as your lips work against his. Gyomei might not be able to see, but he could feel right where you wanted him to be. He was leaning over you, his massive back completely obscuring you from view. “You are making me break concentration.” He finally mutters out, his eyes squeezed shut. “You are dangerous YN,” He pauses, opening up his glazed white eyes to meet yours. He knew exactly where you were even without sight. “The way my heart beats in my chest for you… is dangerous.”

Tengen Uzui

Tengen thinks you’re joking at first, clapping you on the back like one of his pals with a loud guffaw while you both sit at a table.

He realizes he's made a grave mistake only after your bottom lip starts to tremble.

Your cheeks are flushed and tears are running down your face.

Tengen leans into your eyesight, an apologetic grin making his face scrunch hilariously. You roll your eyes and huff out a laugh. “There’s my girl,” Tengen’s grin widens, then after a small beat, his brows furrow. “Are you sure?” He’s asking you so gently and in a way like he’s unsure of himself. You nod and that’s all the conformation Uzui needs before he’s cupping your face, guiding your mouths together in a sweet, yet passionate kiss. His face twitches with emotion when you part, a small gasp escaping your lips as you peer into his conflicted magenta eyes. Did he not enjoy it? “I think my wife count just went up,” He states with all the seriousness in the world present on his face. You burst out laughing and hit his shoulder.

“You do not mean that!” You giggle, but he shakes his head and rolls his lips into his mouth. He hums, looking at you with possessive intent. 

“No, I do.”

Sanemi Shinazugawa

Sanemi had just finished a mission, dragging himself through the gates of his main mansion. 

When he sees you, in a tiny lilac-colored apron his brain nearly short-circuits. 

You were so cute – too cute in fact – it was going to kill him one day. 

You shyly presented him with a batch of fresh red bean mochi, twiddling your thumbs as he gawked at the ensemble. 

Sanemi sets the plate down, walking toward you until your back is flush against a wall. You nervously glance around, trying to decipher if this was going to be the last thing you ever saw. “Thank you,” His voice is gruff, but his face floods with a deep pink color. He’s covering his face with the back of his arm and you suddenly wish this was the last thing you’d ever see. 

You can’t help yourself as you slowly reach out to grab the back of his neck and pull him into a sweet kiss. He licks at your lips and a smile forms against your mouth. “You taste like red bean mochi,” He smirks. 

“You took a while.”

Obanai Iguro

Obanai was somewhat preoccupied with training as you yelled out his name

He came running up next to you, his head tilted in question as to what you wanted

You quickly peck Obanai on the area of his mask where his mouth should be, stumbling back in amazement that you went through with it. Obanai is equally as shocked, his brows raised and his body stiff. You’re about to turn and leave when he catches your wrist. “Oh no you don’t,” He tuts, yanking you back into his arms. “I think you forgot something.” He pulls down the top edge of his mask until his lips and a bit of his scars are revealed. You revel in how beautiful this man is as he leans down to kiss you deeply. 

Giyuu Tomioka

Giyuu was reading a book with adept concentration. You were slightly annoyed by the fact you came all the way here just to be ignored by this man.

So you crawl over his lap, grab the edge of the book, push it down, and lean over to kiss him

When you break away from this kiss Giyuu’s face is a stark contrast to the once pale skin. His deep blue eyes are wide, lips parted as a trail of spit still connects your mouth to his. He sets his book down – the thought of reading lost to the thought of doing that again with you. His fingertips gingerly touch the skin of his lips once, like he believes it to be a figment of his imagination. “Can we… can we do that again?” He asks, excitedly leaning toward you. 

You roll your eyes and laugh, pushing at his face. “Oh so now you want to pay attention to me?”

Kyojuro Rengoku

Kyojuro is all over the place

He’s the one that first leans into you with too much force, bonking your foreheads together

He’s nervous, excited, and in love. To you that’s all that mattered

Kyojuro rests his forehead against yours, breathing heavier than usual. “YN, can I kiss you again?” He pleads, yearning to make the first kissing experience the two of you share as perfect as possible. You laugh brightly, pecking both of his cheeks and the tip of his nose before nodding your head. Kyojuro couldn’t think about anything else except how lucky he must be to have you in his life. He slowly brings his lips to yours, pressing into you ever so slowly as to not rush like last time. It’s a fiery hot kiss only seconds after the tantalizing brush of his lips. 

Mitsuri Kanroji

Mitsuri didn’t know how to react when you explained that kissing her was something you’d enjoy

She thought you were stunning, prettier than here even – which you had to shut down right away

Mitsuri hadn’t given much thought to acting on her attraction to you, but just hearing you utter the words made her whole mind swim

She’s going into one of her overthinking episodes, squealing about how you shouldn’t kiss her because then she’d want to hold your hand and go on dates with you and-

You grab the sides of her face, bringing your lips to hers. The kiss is mildly awkward at first because Mitsuri is too stunned to move, but once she melts into your embrace and your bodies move in tandem, it turns into something beautiful. Her lips are soft and remind you of eating a strawberry. You’re the one to part ways first, leaving her breathless as she maintains eye contact with your lips. “I think I’d like to do that again…” She blurts. 

Shinobu Kocho

Shinobu was tactful and precise about when you two would bump into each other

She planned the perfect time to finally ask you to share in some intimacy with her

So when you popped up at the Butterfly Mansion battered from a training session, you could say you threw more than a wrench in her plans

Shinobu’s bright eyes widen when she sees you limping inside the infirmary. “Y-YN?” She assesses the situation, rushing to gather material to dress your bruises. You don’t have to say much before she’s rubbing salve into your shoulders and down your back. Her hands and cold, but they feel wonderful as she works the sap into your muscles. “What did you get yourself into?” She grunts from behind. You chuckle softly, wincing at the ache spreading across your stomach. You don’t know what takes over your mind, but you lean back into Shinobu. She’s surprised but adjusts to hold you regardless. “What am I going to do with you?” She sighs.

“Put me out of my misery?” You suggest, earning a jab from her into your sore ribcage. You groan but then a sly smirk works its way onto your lips. “I think for being such a good patient I deserve a reward.” You tease. What you don’t expect is Shinobu to purse her lips and while her cheeks fade to a pink she leans down to kiss your lips. 

“Is that good enough?” She huffs, glancing away. 

“I’m not sure, I was kind of hoping for some mochi,” You giggle. Shinobu glares at you. “On second thought, it appears there would be nothing sweeter than another few thousand kisses from you…” That’s all it takes for Shinobu’s lips to be back on yours. A sweet, simple, and lovely kiss. If it weren’t for the way she worked the salve into your muscles, you might’ve mistaken her kisses to be what healed you the next day.  

[nayrring]

Obanai after getting scolded by mitsuri for mistreating tanjiro during training :

[ponderingmoonlight]

How kny men treat their pregnant wife

Pairings: Obanai x fem!reader; Rengoku x fem!reader; Sanemi x fem!reader

Word Count: 2,5k

Warnings: I went absolutely insane in Sanemi's part lmao, let me know what you think about maybe even more kny complilations in the future?🤍🫶

Obanai – super overprotective

„Darling, you really don’t have to be cautious all the time. I’m fine and it’s mid-day.”

“You never know”, the man next to you mumbles while positioning himself in front of you.

Since the day Obanai found out that you’re expecting your very first child, he never left your side. Not even at night, when he’s usually out fulfilling his duty as a hashira. And if he must go, he always makes sure that you’re not alone.

“I really don’t want to bother you, but Iguro-san sent me here to keep an eye open for you”, Mitsuri explained with reddened cheeks after appearing in front of your door at sunset.

You sign to yourself with a small smile crawling up your face. You never really realized that your husband is so eager to have a child. When the two of you first met, he acted so cold towards you that you were convinced he hated you after saving your life in your village back then. It wasn’t until he showed up at the butterfly estate on a random day and handed you a bouquet of flowers that you realized how hard you fell for that man yourself. Despite his cool and composed walls, despite always staying in the background and leaving disgracing comments from time to time. You really learned how to love the serpent hashira for the man he is: kind, loving, protective and smart.

“Why are you not coming over to cuddle me instead?”, you suggest oh so sweetly while opening your arms as an invitation.

Obanai side-eyes you up and down, his mind visibly racing behind those gorgeous eyes.

“But what if I hurt you and the baby?”, he mutters, still standing his ground.

“I’m not made of paper and the baby isn’t as well. And also, I’m carving nothing more than a hug from my husband at the moment.”

Slowly but surely, he finally turns around. As if you’re made of porcelain, he wraps his arms around you oh so gently. Have you ever seen your husband this cautious and sensitive around other human beings? You’ve seen the way he beats up the other corps members in his training sessions on a daily basis. A giggle escapes your lips before you’re able to stop it. Your man really turned soft due to this pregnancy.

“What’s so funny?”, he grumbles, his vibrant eyes set on you.

“You’re too hesitant to give me a real hug and yet, you’re beating up innocent kids during training. Come on now, I said I want a real hug!”

Before he’s able to protest, you press yourself against him with full force, allow your head to rest against his beating heart. It’s been ages since he last cuddled you the way you always loved it. With your body resting on top of his and your arms wrapped around his broad chest, everything starts to feel like home.

“Don’t you think that’s too dangerous? The baby-“

“The baby will be fine. I can handle a tight hug, darling. I really missed this…”

He shifts his weight underneath you and gently starts rubbing your back. Oh, how much you adore your husband and those sweet little moments between both of you. You never imagined to love someone like this, to fall head over heels for a man who is the complete opposite of yourself. But here you are, falling even harder day by day.

“And…you really think this is safe?”

“I’m absolutely sure it is!”

Obanai pauses for a moment, his eyes almost piercing through you.

“I think you should go and see Shinobu later”, he finally presses out.

“Come on, I already told you-“

“This doesn’t feel safe at all. We’re leaving in just a few minutes”, he continues while wrapping his arms around you.

Rengoku – the proudest soon-to-be dad

“I made you breakfast, my love!”, your husband announces while entering your shared bedroom in his plain white kimono.

“You’re way too kind, Kyojuro. You know I could have done it myself”, you reply while lifting yourself off the futon.

“Oh, let me help you up!”

Gently, he grabs your shoulders and helps you to get up. With your swollen belly, things aren’t as easy as they used to be. By now, you aren’t even able to see your feet anymore.

But it’s all worth it. He’s all worth it.

“Look at you”, he mutters with unusual low voice.

When his hand starts caressing your belly along with that loving gleam in his eyes, you almost forget how to breathe. From the day both of you found out that you are expecting a child, Kyojuro fell head over heels.

“You look so breathtakingly good, my everything. I could stand here and stare at you all day, little flame.”

It almost seems as if Kyojuro’s already heavy feelings doubled during your pregnancy. Not a single hour goes by without him telling you how gorgeous you look, that you are an angel walking on earth.

Even though you know you gained a few pounds and how swollen your face looks. He doesn’t care about the fact that sometimes, you are too exhausted to wash your hair or that you didn’t dress in something nice since your clothes started to get too tight.

Your husband adores each and every fiber of your being.

“Stop, you’re making me blush”, you giggle while playfully freeing yourself out of his strong arms.

“I’ll never stop telling my pregnant wife how gorgeous she looks! How are you feeling, my love?”

You find yourself trapped in his arms with his eyes all over you again. God, will you ever get tired of looking at him, of seeing those vibrant eyes?

“I’m okay. I just feel a little heavy.”

“I’m so proud of you for enduring all of this. Shinobu already told me this pregnancy doesn’t go easy on your body. You’re a real fighter, (y/n)!”

“A fighter? My body is supposed to do this. There’s nothing special about that”, you try to brush his praise off, cheeks already turning dark red.

“Don’t think about it that way. Your body might be equipped for a pregnancy, but Shinobu informed me about all the things you have to endure and how painful and tiring it can be-“

“Did Shinobu really explain all those things to you?”, you mutter through your hands that cover your face in sheer embarrassment.

“Of course! After all, I’m your husband and it’s my duty to support you in the best way possible!”, his beaming voice replies proudly.

“And I can’t wait to meet our little wonder.”

The second he gets on his knees, you see stars. Oh so gently, he pulls your kimono to the side and starts caressing and kissing your womb. Your knees threaten to fail you, feelings all over the place. God, you really don’t deserve a loving and caring husband like him, you don’t deserve all those feelings he holds for you and your unborn baby so openly.

Before you’re able to stop yourself, a violent sob escapes your lips.

“No love, why are you crying?”

Kyojuro meets you eye to eye in an instant, his hand carrying away every little tear that threatens to stain your face.

“It’s just…You are too kind…I don’t deserve your praise…”, you croak out.

“You deserve this and so much more. Now come on, I made you mochis with the receipt Kanroji taught me…”

You sniffle uncontrollably in his arms.

Wait, did he just say…

“You mean my favorite mochis?”, you mutter.

“Of course, little flame!”

“Oh…Then…Maybe we should get going, then…”

Sanemi – doesn’t even know yet

Fuck fuck fuck.

You stare at Shinobu in sheer horror. This can’t be true. Definitely a mistake. A cruel joke, maybe.

You…pregnant?

“Tell me you’re joking”, you mutter under your breath.

Just when you thought things between Sanemi and you started to get better, than you finally managed to live besides. Calling yourself his wife was never easy, especially due to the fact that he only married you because your family literally sold you to him in exchange for not killing you right on the spot. The two of you never seemed to get along that well.

You swallow hard. That night was an exception. You came home drunk, you didn’t know what you were doing when you seduced him, when you began babbling about something as stupid as feelings.

You swore to yourself that you’ll never fall for your husband. And now you’re expecting his child.

“I’d never joke about something like that, (y/n). It seems like somehow, you managed to get pregnant”, Shinobu replies in all seriousness while taking off her gloves.

Fuck.

“He’ll fucking kill me”, you mumble to yourself.

“Maybe he’ll skin me before that, slice open my belly like a fish-“

“Can you just stop?”, Shinobu interrupts you in all urgency.

“Shinazugawa might not be the most empathic man walking on this earth, but he also didn’t marry you for nothing. I’m sure everything will be fi-“

“Absolutely nothing’s fine. I’m fucking screwed”, you huff in frustration while yanking up.

You’re completely fucked. There’s no way in hell Sanemi will ever find out about this, not in this lifetime. You have to make sure that this stays a secret.

“Don’t you dare to tell him a single word about this, got it?”, you literally threaten Shinobu with your shaky finger pointing at her.

You, expecting a baby.

From Sanemi Shinazugawa.

Without even waiting for her reply, you storm out. Are you able to get rid of this situation? Mindlessly, you rub your belly when a new wave of memories from that fateful night hits you.

“I might l-love you”, you blurted into the room, Sanemi’s widened eyes staring at you in sheer horror.

“You…love me? Just yesterday, you told me how much you hate me”, he clarified with harsh voice.

“Are you drunk, (y/n)?”

“I…might be, yeah. But I mean it.”

Against all voices that begged you to stop, you darted towards him.

Until you sat on top of him and wrapped your longing arms around his neck.

“I love u, Sanemi.”

“I can’t believe a single word you say, shithead.”

“Watch me, then.”

It happened so fast you still can’t believe it. One passionate kiss, your hands wandering underneath his uniform, his muscular frame on top of you.

“You really want this?”, he huffed against your cheek, usual so maniac orbs filled with nothing but pure lust.

“Yeah”, you breathed out.

Urgh. You dig your nails into your hair, head spinning instantly. What kind of fuckery is this? Your first night ever and now…you’re pregnant? As if things between you and him aren’t already cringe enough.

“Why are you looking like shit?”

His oh so familiar voice makes your guts turn. For the split of a second, you are literally one movement away from puking all over his feet.

“Why are you talking shit?”, you spit at him, shoulder bumping against his as you try to get away from here as soon as possible.

But Sanemi grabs your wrist before you’re even able to think about your escape.

“Why were you at Shinobu’s? You never visit her.”

“I’m not feeling well”, you jeer at him.

“You even refused talking to her when your bone splatted out of your damn leg. Don’t fuck with me, (y/n). You didn’t come here for nothing.”

“Yeah, I really shouldn’t have done that”, you snap, violently ripping away your wrist.

This is way too much. Your family, Sanemi, that damned pregnancy. You thought this hell trip was over when Sanemi somehow managed to accept you, you really thought you could leave a rather peaceful life.

God, what a fucking fool you are.

“Hey, what the hell is going on? (y/n)!”

Just before your knees hit the ground, you feel Sanemi’s strong arms lifting you back up.

“What the hell has gotten into you!?”

“I’m pregnant!”, you scream on top of your lungs.

“All of this because of that damned night, because I lost my fucking control. I’m pregnant…”

Sanemi’s arms around you tense up immediately. Fuck, you can’t even bring yourself to look at him.

Truth is, you love that man. Fuck, you fell for him harder than you ever imagined, so badly that you can’t stop thinking about him. And that night, you allowed yourself to get a taste of him. After all, maybe this was all you need to finally forget about him, right?

What a fool you are.

“You’re…what?”

Violently you rub away the tear that starts rolling down your cheek.

“You’re…pregnant…”

“Saying it again and again won’t make it disappear”, you bark at him.

“I’ll be a dad?”

Huh? What is that unusual tone in his voice. Did Sanemi Shinazugawa really sound…joyful?

“Yeah…”, you mutter.

In the split of a second, you find yourself devoured in his arms and captivated by his glossy eyes. Your heart skips a beat, mind not able to follow the scene that lays itself out in front of your eyes. He doesn’t look angry at all, not even sad. No, he looks as happy as you’ve never seen him before.

“I can’t believe it. I never imagined this to happen”, he whispers while grabbing your face.

“Gosh, let me kiss you.”

“You want to kiss me?”, you shriek.

Despite your growing feelings for the wind hashira and those countless secret looks you’ve shared with each other, it was always a quiet agreement between both of you to never express any feelings. No hugs, no kisses, no questions. Just living side by side. Fuck, you never even allowed yourself to even gaze at his lips before that fateful night.

And now you’re lying in his arms, pregnant while he asks for a kiss.

“I mean…yeah”, you finally breathe out.

And then his lips crush against yours. Longingly, passionately, filled with so many emotions that you fail to breathe. All this time, you tried so desperately to hate that man, to hide your feelings from him in order to protect yourself. But all it took was a single night and that unexpected pregnancy to make you realize that maybe, allowing yourself to discover your own feelings isn’t that bad, after all.

Maybe, everything will in fact turn out alright.

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[kurokawaia]

❛ I Like That... ❜

Iguro Obanai X Fem!Reader

WC; 2.9k+ | !MDNI! | TW/CW; afab!Reader, Fem!Reader, Fem pronouns used - she/her, reader is implied to be a Hashira/ demon slayer herself, daddy kink (obviously), implied rough sex, cervix kissing, missionary, implied that there was consent before the sex, slight begging, pretend his snake has a mind of it's own and slithers away when they have sex-, use of {Y/n} and {F/c} once

⋆·˚ ༘ *𝑅𝐸𝒬𝒰𝐸𝒮𝒯 :: halloo ＼(٥⁀▽⁀ )／ !!!! i wanted to request a f!reader x obanai iguro with him having a daddy kink? like he didn’t like it / unsure at first but like one day it hits him and he likes hearing it? sorry if it isn’t specified enough - ANON

honey's a/note :: this is the longest oneshot ive done in a while, i hope you enjoy, this is my first time writing for obanai and i hope its okay >.<

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You tense when Obanais hands trailed down to your waist, body arching into his touch. A breathless sigh leaves you mouth when his warm hand skimmed up your lower stomach, before his other hand gripped your breast. Your lips part in a small 'O' as Obanai's lips pressed against your perky nub.

His tongue swirling around the sensitive tip before a whimper leaves your mouth. "Sorry," you breath out, arms wrapping around his neck, fingers entangling into his black stands.

"Don't be," He mumbled while taking a squeeze of your boobs. Your cheeks heat heat up. His lips were pressed roughly against your breasts as the slender tips of his fingers tugged on your panties, slipping the material down your legs.

The cool air in the room caused chills to tingle over your body. Obanai's fingers trail a path along your slick slit and the touch is electrifying. You trembled in pleasure in his hold, body responding to every miniscule movement he made to your body. A helpless whimper leaves your plumped lips from kissing, proof of the overwhelming pleasure from the simple touches you're receiving.

A gentle scoff leaves his mouth. "So wet already?" he hums looking up to you.

"Obanai, please," you breath out.

"You got to ask for it more," Obanai replied, his lips moved, tugging, sucking on flesh on and around your collarbone.

Then, the words slipped out your mouth before you could stop them. "Daddy, please," you whimpered out and Obanai froze, stopping everything he was doing.

He lifted himself from you, his duel coloured eyes laced with confusion and bewilderment. "W-What did you just call me?" Obanai asked slowly.

He breathed out heavily, sitting himself between your legs on his knees, clearly taken aback. "Please refrain from calling me that."

Your hands cover your face in embarrassment. "Sorry, Obanai," you mumbled, your voice muffled by your hands.

Obanai paused, the room filled with an awkward silence. He gently pulled your hands away from your face, his expression softening slightly. "Hey," he said quietly, "it's alright. I'm just… not used to that kind of term. Just... don't say it again."

You nodded. "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. Sorry..."

He sighed, his thumb gently brushing against the back of your hand. "I know. It's just… unexpected. Let's just take a break."

"I really didn't mean to," you hummed, sitting up and resting your head against his shoulder. The warmth of his body and the steady rhythm of his breathing provided a small comfort among the embarrassment.

"No matter," he replied softly, his voice carrying a reassuring tone as he wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer. "Let's just rest now."

Obanai laid his head on your now clothed chest, his breathing slow and steady. You were both dressed in nemaki, the soft fabric adding to the comfort of the moment. Your arms wrapped around his figure, holding him close, as his arms did the same.

The warmth of his body against yours was soothing, and the gentle rise and fall of his chest matched the rhythm of your heartbeat. As the night grew quieter, the only sounds were your synchronized breaths and the occasional rustle of the fabric as you both shifted slightly to get more comfortable.

You ran your fingers through his hair, feeling the silky strands beneath your touch. He sighed contentedly, nuzzling closer to you, his grip tightening ever so slightly as if to make sure you were really there. The feeling of his closeness brought a sense of peace and contentment that you had rarely experienced.

"I'm so glad I didn't stuff up with calling him that," you mumbled to yourself, your voice barely a whisper. 'How silly could I be, calling him daddy?' you thought to yourself, a small smile tugging at your lips despite the lingering embarrassment.

But as you looked down at Obanai, now peacefully resting in your embrace, you realised that the moment, though awkward, hadn't damaged your bond.

He shifted slightly, a soft murmur escaping his lips as he settled back into a deeper sleep. You watched him for a moment, the gentle rise and fall of his chest, the way his eyelashes fluttered ever so slightly. It was a sight that filled you with warmth, and was the last thing you saw before you fell asleep.

꒰ timeskip - a week or so꒱ - obanai and sanemi are training together when obanai looses focus/ zones out

"Obanai, please," you breath out.

"You got to ask for it more," Obanai replied, his lips moved, tugging, sucking on flesh on and around your collarbone.

Then, the words slipped out your mouth before you could stop them. "Daddy, please," you whimpered out and Obanai froze, stopping everything he was doing.

He lifted himself from you, his duel coloured eyes laced with confusion and bewilderment. "W-What did you just call me?" Obanai asked slowly.

Obanai was lost in thought as his mind ran wild to that night. The feeling of warmth, the gentle touch, and the unexpected term of endearment—Daddy—echoed in his mind, bringing a subtle blush to his cheeks, which he quickly discarded. He didn't want to be seen in a state as he was in right then, flushed over the thought from that night.

"Oi," Shinazugawa uttered annoyed, snapping him back to reality. "If you aren't going to give it your all in training, then go fuck off."

Obanai shook his head, clearing his thoughts, and refocused his gaze on Shinazugawa. "Apologies," he muttered, tightening his grip on his wooden sword. "Distracted."

Shinazugawa scoffed, crossing his arms. "Distracted? You? Must be something serious."

Obanai didn't respond immediately, instead replaying the moment in his mind. Despite the initial awkwardness, the memory of being called "daddy" stirred something within him. It was a term he never thought he would find appealing, yet, coming from you, it had felt oddly comforting and... right.

Shinazugawa's impatient glare brought him back once more. "Are you going to explain, or do I have to beat it out of you?"

Obanai sighed, lowering his sword. "Nothing you'd understand," he said, a hint of a smile playing at his lips beneath his mask. "Just... thinking about someone important."

Shinazugawa raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. "Heh, lemme guess, {Y/n}, huh? Must be serious if it's got you zoning out."

Obanai hummed in reply causing Shinazugawa to scoff.

Shinazugawa rolled his eyes but didn't press further. "Fine, but get your head back in the game. We’re here to train, not daydream."

Obanai nodded, refocusing on the training session. As they resumed their sparring, he couldn't help but let his mind drift back occasionally to that night. The way you had looked at him, the way you had felt in his arms, and the unexpected term you had used.

As the training session continued, Obanai realized that he didn't just like being called "daddy"—he cherished the intimacy and trust it represented.

Finishing the session with a renewed sense of purpose, Obanai sheathed his sword and gave Shinazugawa a nod. "Thanks for the training," Shinazugawa said, his voice steady, watching Obanai walk away.

As he walked away his head was swarmed with the thought of actually liking being called that term, something that he had never expected to like. The words coming from you though, made him feel so good. He couldn't wait to see you again, to hold you close, and maybe, just maybe, hear you call him that special term once more.

Obanai returned home to your shared house later that night, his thoughts still lingering on the memory of that special term. As he entered the house, he could hear the faint sounds of movement from the bedroom. He quietly made his way there and saw you getting undressed from your uniform, {f/c} haori dropped to the floor, still slightly sweaty from the day's exertion.

You turned around as you heard him approach, offering him a tired smile. "Obanai. How was your training?"

"Fine," he replied, his voice softening as he took in the sight of you. "How about you? How did it go training the new Demon Slayers?"

You groaned, rolling your eyes as you unbuttoned your shirt. "They were really annoying today. So many questions and so little discipline. I had to be extra stern just to keep them in line."

Obanai chuckled softly, shaking his head. "Sounds like a handful."

"Definitely," you agreed, starting to unbuckle your belt. "I don't know how much more of their antics I can take before I lose my mind."

As you turned to put your uniform clothes away, simply donned in your underwear now, Obanai felt a surge of affection and a desire to comfort you. He moved quietly behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close. You tensed for a moment, surprised by the sudden contact, but then relaxed into his embrace.

He wasn't usually this foreword with affection.

"You're doing a great job," he murmured, his lips grazing the back of your neck.

You leaned back against him, head craned over his shoulder, sighing contentedly. "Thanks, Obanai. I needed to hear that."

He tightened his hold on you, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder, then trailing his lips up to your neck. "You deserve to be appreciated," he whispered, his voice low and filled with emotion.

You turned in his arms, facing him, your eyes meeting his. "Obanai," you breathed, touched by his tenderness.

He cupped your cheek, his thumb gently caressing your skin. "I mean it," he said quietly. You slowly undid the bandages covering his mouth, knowing that only him and him alone will trust you with seeing a sight like that.

Feeling a swell of emotion, you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into a deep, loving kiss. Obanai responded immediately, his lips moving against yours. The kiss displaying all the words he found difficult to express, all the feelings he held close to his heart.

When you finally pulled back, both of you were slightly breathless. You rested your forehead against his, your eyes fluttering closed. "So? Do you want to..."

You still were unsure about how having sex with him the other day went, the term, 'Daddy' had slipped out your mouth unintentionally and you were frightened that he would be hesitant. But it seemed it didn't matter as Obanai pressed his lips against yours once more in agreement to what you were asking.

As his tongue slipped into your cavern, you melted into his touch. Then, both your bodies moved unconsciously to the futon resting on the floor. Obanai had discarded his uniform, leaving himself bare for you and only you.

He made place on top of you, tongues intertwining once more while he slipped your socked panties down your smooth legs. Obanai's slim fingers slide down your slicked folds and push past them, a mewl spilling out of your lips.

Your arms tighten around his back and neck as his fingers press against your throbbing clit and a surge of pleasure courses through you, breathless and wanting more. A moan leaves your parted lips as your back arches into his touch.

Your eyes were screwed shut but Obanai's studied every miniscule movement and reaction your body made as his fingers fondled with your puffy clit, fingers getting slicked with your arousal. Your legs squeeze around his hips, moans stringing out your mouth before you felt his digits slid to your seeping hole.

Two fingers immediately slipped inside your gummy soaked walls causing your eyes to snap open. "Feel good?" Obanai questioned and you nod frantically.

"So good," You whimpered as he slowly pumped in and out your spongy walls. "I-It feels so good, Obanai."

"Really?" He asked and you moaned as he inserted another finger into your walls.

"Yeah, so so good," you whimper. "So good, Obanai."

The sensation is overwhelming, a perfect blend of pleasure and intensity that leaves you unable to contain your moans. You press your lips against his shoulder, muffling the sounds that escape from deep within you. His fingers explore the depths of your core, igniting a fire that consumes your every thought. Each movement, each curl, sends shockwaves of pleasure radiating through your body.

Obanai's fingers were soaked as you surrender to the intoxicating rhythm of his touch, the combination of his skilled fingers and the intensity of our connection pushes you closer to the edge, teetering on the precipice of release. It's a moment of pure bliss, where time stands still, and you are consumed by the overwhelming pleasure that courses through your veins.

As Obanai's fingers continued their relentless rhythm, pumping in and out of your seeping hole, there was an unfamiliar tightness growing in your lower abdomen, pleasure tightened inside your stomach.

Shakily wrapping your legs around him, your body quivers with anticipation of his every move, responding to his every touch. Chant's of his name leave your mouth, voice filled with desire and need while comfort words left his mouth to stabilise you.

Tears welled in your eyes wanting to desperately release the coil that was growing in your stomach.

"Obanai, please," you sob out, wanting to feel the euphoric tension spill though your body.

He begins to press your clit with the pad of his thumb, adding another layer of pleasure to the already intense sensations. The touch is electrifying, causing you to arch my back in response. "Beg for it," Obanai hummed against your skin.

"Please, Obanai," I sob. "I need to... So good, Obanai."

"More," he said, teeth digging into my neck, my head thrown back against the pillow.

"Please, please, please," you whimper. "I need it, Obanai," you mewl.

Then, Obanai had the urge to want you to call him that term he found interesting during sex. He found himself craving for you to beg him as you did the past couple nights ago.

"Come on," he replied, speeding up the pace of his fingers in your tightening cunt. "You know what to say, call me what you crave to do so badly."

Something in your head clicked, he wanted to be called that, was he sure? But the words spilled from your mouth, not wanting to think of the potential consequences if you interpreted his statement wrong.

"Please, daddy, I need it," you mumbled out and Obanai lifts his head from your neck, admiring the trails of splotches of red.

Obanai used his free hand to grip your chin and angled his face towards him, eyes staring intently into your own. "Louder," he hummed, eager to hear the words spill from your pretty, plumped lips.

Your eyes screw shut. "Please, daddy," you continued, desperate to feel the release you so desperate needed.

"Look at me when you utter those words," he urged, wanting to see you fall apart underneath him.

Eyes snapped open at his command, wanting to release badly. "I want it, please, daddy," you whimper and you saw his eyes flicker in approval causing a swell of happiness to surge through your body.

"I've got you," Obanai reassured, allowing you to release, intertwining your mouths together, his mouth swallowing the moans that slipped out your mouth.

The pleasure builds, the tension mounting with each passing second until your on the precipice of release. It's a moment of pure surrender, where pleasure reigns supreme, and your am consumed by the overwhelming ecstasy that engulfs you.

Waves of ecstasy wash over you, leaving your legs trembling and weak from the intensity of the sensations. He slips his fingers from your drenched hole and you continue to tremble from the aftermath of the orgasm.

"I thought you said you didn't like that," you mumbled, breathing heavily.

"Changed my mind," he replied.

A soft chuckle leaves your mouth before you press your lips to his, then pressing soft kisses over his scars. He sighed in content at the soft pecks you left on the healed wounds.

You sit up on your knees and spin the position around, pushing Obanai to the futon as you straddle his lower abdomen, his dick throbbing and hard against your ass. Leaning forward, you leave sucks and kisses down his pale neck, leaving red splotches down to his collarbone before you rose your hips.

Aligning his throbbing pink tip to your soaked entrance, a moan leaves his mouth as his hands move to grip your plushy hips. You sink yourself down onto his thick length, messily pressing your lips against his once more and the ecstasy within your body continued to grow as the pleasure grew.

The world began to fade away when his cock hit that soft gummy spot in your walls, you whimper against to kiss. Obanai moans against your lips before pulling away, realises your thighs were getting tired from the constant movements.

HIs hips thrust into yours as he held your body still. Your body falls forward, your chest flush against his while lewd slapping fills the room followed by the mix of your moans. "You wanna come? Beg," Obanai moans.

"Daddy, please," you moan before the same statement continued to leave your mouth, his cock hitting your cervix at every thrust.

Then, you felt a grip loosen around your hips, his hand pressed against your lower abdomen and a loud moan left your throat. The coil within your stomach released while you clenched around his length.

His movements falter before his slipped from your tightened walls, spilling all over your stomach with a groan leaving his mouth. You body falls limp against his and his arms tighten around you before he take you both to the washroom.

"You want me to keep calling you that?" you ask as he lifted you up.

"Maybe," he hummed in reply and you knew that he wanted you to.

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sanemi version

[obito-in-disguise]

Silly ask of the hashira men but can you do when their s/o jealous and the men tease them for it something like ‘cmon you don’t have to be jealous I choose you’ and then when they are jealous they’re all extra a grumpy so s/o being petty goes up to them and repeat what they said to them!

Not silly at all, it's hilarious. Sorry this took so long, I've been working on other fandoms. Please enjoy!

| How the turns have tabled |

The Hashira getting a taste of their own medicine

Featuring:

Giyuu Tomioka, Shinazugawa Sanemi, Uzui Tengen, Gyomei Himejima, Kyojuro Rengoku, and Iguro Obanai.

Tomioka Giyuu

You tapped your foot unconsciously as you watched Giyuu politely converse with a woman who seemed very interested in him.

Her laughter rang a little too loudly, and her hand lingered on his arm for just a second too long.

When Giyuu returned to you, you couldn't help but blurt. "Who's your friend"

Giyuu blinked, confused. "She was just asking about directions."

"With her hand on your arm?" you shot back.

A small, rare smirk tugged at his lips. "You don’t have to be jealous," he said softly. "I choose you."

Your pout deepened, but his sincerity put you at ease.

Days later, Giyuu's stoic expression turned stormy when the vendor you were buying vegetables from laughed a bit too hard at one of your jokes. His silence spoke volumes.

You leaned in with a grin, whispering, "You don’t have to be jealous, Giyuu. I choose you."

His ears burned red, but he whispers, "well played"

Sanemi Shinazugawa

Sanemi snorts as you gave a half-hearted glare at a group of women giggling and staring at him from across the training grounds.

"What, jealous?" he teased, leaning on you and nearly sending you to the ground with his body weight. "C’mon, you don’t have to be. I’d choose you in my sleep."

You grumbled under your breath, but his teasing grin left no room for doubt.

Fast forward a week, and Sanemi was scowling like a thundercloud when a man complimented your outfit a little too enthusiastically.

"Something wrong?" you asked sweetly.

Sanemi grunted.

With a smug smile, you leaned in close. "You don’t have to be jealous, Sanemi. I’d choose you in my sleep."

His scowl deepened. "Tch. Shut up, You’re such a brat."

Tengen Uzui

Tengen’s over the top laugh filled the air as he returned from chatting with a woman who seemed utterly mesmerized by him.

"Ah, my dear, you’re not upset, are you? It’s hard not to attract admirers when you’re this flamboyant."

You glare at him, he was so cringe.

"I’m not jealous," you lied, earning a kiss on your forehead.

"Good," he said. "Because I’m a one-and-only kind of man. And you’re my one-and-only." (Literally has three wives)

Later, when Tengen found himself glaring daggers at a man who complimented your smile, you seized the opportunity.

"Don’t tell me you’re jealous, Tengen," you cooed, smirking. "You’re my one-and-only, remember?"

Tengen groaned, rubbing his temple. "You’ve been spending too much time with me. You’re getting too good at this."

Gyomei Himejima

You watched from the corner of the garden as Gyomei spoke to a kind-looking woman who had been delivering flowers to the estate.

She seemed captivated by his gentle presence, and though you knew he’d never betray your trust, you couldn’t help the tiny pang of jealousy blooming in your chest.

When he returned, you crossed your arms. "She seemed very interested in you."

Gyomei paused, tilting his head as if processing your words. Then, with a calm smile, he said, "You are the one I hold dearest, flower. There is no need for jealousy."

His reassurance, paired with the sincerity in his voice, made you feel silly for being upset.

Days later, however, you caught Gyomei sitting in contemplative silence, his usually serene face clouded with… was that jealousy? A passing swordsman had praised your strength a little too enthusiastically during training, and though Gyomei didn’t say a word, his demeanor spoke volumes.

You sat beside him, gently placing a hand on his. "There is no need for jealousy, Gyomei," you said, mimicking his deep voice. "You are the one I hold dearest."

Gyomei’s lips quirked into a small, amused smile. "It seems my own words have come back to teach me humility. Well played, flower"

Kyojuro Rengoku

Kyojuro was as bright and enthusiastic as always, happily chatting with a group of admirers. When he finally returned to your side, you couldn’t hide the pout on your face.

"Ah, my flame!" he exclaimed. "Do not worry! My heart burns only for you!"

You sighed, but his earnestness melted your jealousy like snow in the sun.

A few days later, Kyojuro’s usually sunny demeanor dimmed when someone handed you a flower with a flustered smile.

Before he could say anything, you placed a hand on his arm, your expression serious. "My flame!" you said, mimicking his tone and boisterous composure. "Do not worry! My heart burns only for you!"

Kyojuro blinked, then burst into laughter. "Well played, my love!"

Obanai Iguro

Obanai’s sharp gaze flicked to you as you muttered under your breath about a woman who had been chatting him up.

"Are you sulking?" he asked, his voice low but amused.

"I’m not sulking," you huffed.

A rare smirk ghosted over his lips. "You don’t need to be jealous," he said, voice softening. "You’re the only one I want."

Later, Obanai’s mood turned icy when he saw someone leaning too close to you during a conversation.

"Are you sulking?" you asked, giggling.

"No," he said flatly, turning away with a hmph to pet Kaburamaru.

You smirked, leaning towards him and wrapping your arms around him "You don’t need to be jealous, Obanai. You’re the only one I want."

He clicked his tongue, returning the hug suspiciously quick despite his glare. "Shut up, I get it"

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[lyrefromthesea]

Blind reader x hashira + kokushibo? (since she's blind she doesn't know he's a demon?)

Please 🙃

Male hashira (+ Kokushibo) x Reader - Blindness is something I can overlook

author's note: fun fact, i am partially colorblind.

pairing: Tengen x reader, Obanai x reader, Rengoku x reader, Sanemi x reader, Giyuu x reader, Gyomei x reader

content warning: none

Tengen:

"i like these.." you told him, holding a small chain of jewelry in your hands. the man looked over your shoulder, a content hum leaving him.

normally, people wouldn't take a blind person to shop for accessories with them, but Tengen didn't seem to care. in fact, he had appeared quite eager to take you with him.

now here you were, trying to find a "flashy" - as he'd like to call it - accessory for him. not knowing how they looked, you decided to feel them instead.

some of them were lightly sharp, sure to leave small scratches on his skin. others were rounded and had a smooth surface. you preferred them over the sharp jewelry, but weren't happy with those either.

finally, when your hand brushed over diverse stones, you felt content with the jewelery you've found. it felt like a rope in your hand, but it was made out of small cold stones, which were the perfect mix of smoothness and sharpness.

they varied in size and shape, leaving a good impression on you. especially since they reminded you of the big stones on his headband. when you told him that you liked them, his eyes lit up.

"there's another one here." he said, taking the second chain into his hand. the cool color of the new accessory matched the pink diamonds he already wore.

"they're perfect, beautiful." he told you, giving the cashier a handful of money. he didn't wait to get the rest of his money back, too focused on the gift you've found him.

"are you just saying that or do you mean it?" you ask, yet you smiled right after, knowing that he was being honest when he talked to you.

"they're great - flashy. i'll make sure to wear them everywhere." he was already attaching them to the side of his headband, determined to keep his promise true.

yet you were only focused on the softness that had sneaked into his voice, showing his appreciation for the newfound treasure.

Obanai:

he didn't mind your blindness, welcomed it even. he would've never admitted it to you, never told you - knowing it would probably hurt your feelings.

but he felt it was better that way, better for you not to see him. he was hideous and he knew it.

so why, after years of insecurity, he allowed someone to see his state of weakness. his heart nearly sunk when you asked him to let you see him.

he had told you it wasn't important, that he just needed to be there for you, but you had insisted and he couldn't deny you a single wish.

now he held himself back from moving away, his heart beating faster as he saw your hands nearing his uncovered face.

yet the contrast of his feelings and the soft warmth of your touch left him puzzled. you were sitting right next to him, hands cupping his cheek. more importantly, your thumbs were carefully tracing over his scars.

he knew you could feel the difference under your thumb, could feel how different he was from other people. part of him had expected you to leave him after finding out how hideous he truly looked.

"you're beautiful.." you whispered, his eyes widening like they've never done before. he was left speechless by your words, swallowing down his fear to respond.

"you don't have to lie." he answered, voice unstable. he couldn't believe that someone could love him, not when he was like this.

"i wish i could see you with my eyes." his trembling hands touched yours, squeezing them just lightly. he knew how much those words meant, you had never spoken them out before.

and it wasn't only your wish. he could feel the desire to make you see swell up in his own chest. to imagine that he thought differently before - it felt stupid to him now.

Rengoku:

"open your mouth and close your eyes!" he instructed, making you halt.

did he just? he did not, right? ..right?

"Kyojuro..?" you carefully said his name, making the man answer with a hum. he still held his spoon in hand, having wanted to give you a bite of his food.

you raised your hand, waving it in front of your face. it took him a moment to catch on, realizing that his words had been stupid to the core.

"oh- i certainly didn't-" he stopped when he heard you snort, wide eyes watching you smile and laugh. his heart started beating faster, his cheeks flushing.

you clearly weren't mad or disappointed, but he felt embarrassed for forgetting something so obvious. the words slipped out of his mouth before he could even register it.

"it's fine, don't worry." you answered, putting a comforting hand on his. you leaned forward, taking the spoon into your mouth and chewing on the food before swallowing it down.

"is that sashimi? it's really good." you complimented, the note of wasabi still lingering on your tongue.

"do you want me to order some more?" he asked, turning his hand around to hold yours. you hummed, a small smile forming on your face.

days like these were your favourite - the perfect mix of romantic and silly.

Sanemi:

"it should be around here.." you mumbled, pulling the white haired man with you. his eyes were fixated on your surroundings, trying to figure out what exactly drove you towards this place.

"ah- can you smell it?" you gasped, turning your head towards the right, trying to pick up on the floral scent lingering in the air.

"no.." he answered, shaking his head lightly. no matter what he thought off, he couldn't come up with a reason why you'd bring him here.

nevertheless, his legs continued moving, not because he was necessarily interested, but because he wanted to make you happy.

that's why his eyes widened when you walked past multiple trees, reaching a giant flower field.

now he understood what you were talking about, the floral aroma enveloping his senses. he felt you letting go of his hand, leaning down to pick one of the flowers and smell on it.

the field was beautiful, full of the prettiest flowers he had ever seen. however, he realized that was a sight you'd never experience, slowly lowering himself in the grass next to you.

he took one of the flowers, mimicking your actions and breathing in it's scent. if you couldn't see what he was seeing, he could at least try experiencing the same as you.

"it's beautiful.."

Giyuu:

"like this." his voice was quiet, but it sounded much thicker and lower than the night's silence. he had asked you to show him your hand, but when you asked how, he guided it into the correct position.

your palm was facing him, fingers feeling the wind brush between them, teasing you with light touches and the surrounding silence.

you felt his hand on yours, his fingers brushing over your palm, gently drawing different forms onto your skin.

"it tickles.." you whispered, a quiet chuckle escaping you when he started tapping along your skin. a gentle huff escaped him, the one that made you know he was smiling.

"that's how i feel when i see you.." he answered, his hand finally pressing against yours, fingers interlocking in a gentle hold.

you silently scooted closer, the night's air sending a comfortable chill over your body. it didn't take him long to hold you closer, letting his body's warmth settle into your skin.

"you make me feel ticklish all around.. sometimes i worry i won't be able to think when i see you." he admitted, coaxing a smile out of you.

he didn't mind that you couldn't see, because he could see your beauty either way.

Gyomei:

some might say it would be ironic for two blind people to fall in love or befriend each other, but it certainly worked out for the two of you.

you admired his strength and he admired yours. truthfully, he hadn't noticed you at first, hadn't questioned why you used another weapon than the other demon slayers, but it all made sense when he found out about your blindness.

"this is your weapon of choice?" he had asked when the two of you joined a mission. he held a long rope dart in his hand - your treasure. Haganezuka had created the weapon for you.

the usually normal rope was made out of a thin chain, helping you coordinate throughout the fight. naturally, Gyomei who also used a special weapon, was intrigued by it.

"due to my lack of strength, it's the only suitable weapon for me." you answered, your fingers tracing over the axe he carried around with him. it was much heavier than your weapon, fitting for the man, who was much taller than you.

"it is a good choice indeed. i admire your critical thinking skills." he admitted, a smile displaying on his face.

and though you would sadly never see the happy look he'd give you in the future, you certainly liked the content tone of his voice.

Kokushibo:

he didn't remember his former loved ones. he didn't remember his wife. he didn't remember his child. their faces were a blur that he had created himself.

but you weren't. you were well. you were alive. he didn't need to remember the past when he could enjoy the presence with you.

his own human, the one he swore to protect. perhaps the gods have blessed him this time around, just like they had blessed his damned brother before.

the one person Kokushibo yearned to have just had to be a human. his surprise when he realized you weren't able to see was immaculate. he felt compassionate. and relieved.

"greetings.." the male spoke, stepping through the small gate of your house. the area was surrounded by wisteria, but like the gods had wanted him to find you, they left a small path for him.

"Kokushibo, it's you!" you smiled, standing up and letting go of the flowers in your hand. it took some time, but you managed to grow some in your garden.

the demon watched you move towards him, affectionately taking his hand like you've known each other forever. "you came back earlier this time."

"i happened to have a bit of free time.." he answered, low voice filling you with contentedness. while he made sure to look at you, his other eyes glanced at the garden.

the world could be dangerous for a blind person, but you've built your own small paradise between the rows of poisonous trees.

"let's get you inside, it's quite cold." you said, leading him towards the entrance of your very own home.

he wondered if he could keep up this facade of trust or if you would hate him after you've found out that the enemy stood in your house.

[sft-chrries]

art of silent treatment

pairings: g. himejima, t. uzui, g. tomioka, o. iguro, s. shinazugawa, k. rengoku, m. kanroji, s. kocho, m. tokito x gn! reader

warning: not proofread coz both of my prooreaders won’t reply and i haven’t had an inch of sleep

g. himejima

he accidentally stepped on one of your handmade charms while sweeping and didn’t even notice until later when you pointed it out

he gently apologized, but you were still bitter he hadn’t noticed sooner

so you give him the silent treatment, which deeply unsettles him

he tries to gift you small things all afternoon: pressed flowers, a bracelet, even sharing his favorite prayer beads

eventually, you forgive him when he kneels and apologizes like you’re the last light left in the world

you feel bad and end up crying with him over a new charm you both make together

t. uzui

he called you “plain” during a loud, flashy conversation with his wives and you

and he did not realize how it came off

even though he meant it lovingly, when you heard it and you were not happy

your payback: you ignore him and only talk to makio, suma, and hinatsuru

the girls are on your side and make him suffer through being iced out for hours

tengen goes all out to earn your forgiveness: fresh flowers, sparkly kimono fabric, dramatic poems

he ends up cooking dinner himself and declares you the flashiest person to ever look at him in the world + hinatsuru, makio, n suma

you just rolled your eyes but your lips betrayed you and curved into a smile

g. tomioka

giyuu didn’t noticed the hairpin that you bought

and it made you sad

you didn’t say anything at first, but you grew quieter and giyuu noticed this to he reached for your hand

giyuu, didn’t notice at first, until he saw the hairpin then it flashed him

when he finally got his vision back, he asked you if something happened and you just answered with a no and left

he realized he messed up so he stood up and to follow you and before he can leave the room he spotted the hairpin on top of the table

feeing so guilty, he grabbed it and went to the kitchen where he found you quietly preparing lunch

he approached you and hugged you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder. “i didn’t notice, it’s beautiful. it suits you… i’m sorry.”

you just rolled your eyes, pretending to still be sulking but your lips betrayed you and curved into a smile. “you’re lucky i love you,” you muttered, leaning into him as he kissed your temple in apology

o. iguro

he scolded you for staying out too late picking herbs, saying you were being careless

you know he was just worried, but he didn’t need to raise his voice

it made you sad because he rarely raises his voice at you

so you spend the afternoon pampering kaburamaru instead of him

obanai becomes incredibly jealous of his own snake

he awkwardly stands nearby, pretending not to care as you feed kaburamaru tiny bites of fruit and pet his head

and as if that wasn’t enough, kaburamaru will slither himself to your neck and rub his head on your cheek

when he finally had enough, he sits beside you and says, “you could’ve gotten hurt. i just didn’t know how to say i was scared.”

you forgive him and pull him into a hug

s. shinazugawa

the heat of the afternoon only made your small disagreement worse, what started as a passing comment turned into him snapping, his voice sharper than usual, startling you

you weren’t afraid since it was sanemi, but you were hurt because you don’t like it when people scream at you and he knew that

instead of yelling back, you simply stared at him, then walked out of the room with your sleeves wiping at your eyes, leaving him alone in silence

it took a while for sanemi to cool off

when he finally did, he came looking for you, he found you tending to the garden, your back to him and you didn’t look up when he called your name

he is so awkward with apologies, so he just sat beside you in the dirt, quiet for a moment before gruffly muttering an apology

you didn’t respond at first, still trimming a stem, but you softened when you saw his callused hand awkwardly offering a poorly-picked camellia from the garden

“next time you shout at me, you’re sleeping outside,” you warned. he nodded, seriously. “fair enough.” and you leaned your head on his shoulder

k. rengoku

he forgot your lunch date because he spent the afternoon training new slayers and returned nearly two hours late, still sweating

so you gave him the cold shoulder and served everyone else a full meal, leaving him a tiny portion—it’s not that obvious that it's less than the others but he can tell

then he realized you were upset

he quietly ate his portion without a complaint

after lunch, he spent the rest of the afternoon making it up to you like washing laundry, sweeping the engawa, and preparing hot water for your bath

he even ran to the market—still in his uniform—to buy your favorite snack

he also carefully set up tomorrow’s lunch in advance: fresh vegetables from the garden, cleaned fish, and steamed rice already prepped, hoping you’d join him the next day

and of course you gave in because you just cannot be mad at this man for too long

m. kanroji

you had been looking forward to a picnic with mitsuri all week as she promised to take a break from her duties just for the two of you.

you prepared everything ahead of time: handmade sweets, her favorite fruit slices, and even flowers decorate the picnic cloth

but as the sun climbed higher in the sky, she didn’t show up

when you finally went to look for her, you found her happily chatting and eating with the other hashira under a tree, completely forgetting your plans

you didn’t want to cause a scene, so you just turned back with the untouched basket in your arms

back home, you quietly sat on the porch, slowly eating the mochi yourself, blinking away your hurt

then hours later, she came running to the house, petals in her hair, flustered and breathless. “i’m so sorry! i lost track of time! i forgot—” she paused, seeing the empty basket and your distant expression

she immediately dropped to her knees and hugged your waist, nuzzling into you with teary eyes. “i’ll make it up to you! tomorrow! a whole day, i promise! just us!”

you gave her a playful cold shoulder for a bit, arms crossed, but your heart softened when she nervously offered a pink daisy she’d picked

“one more chance,” you murmured, trying to hide your smile and she grinned so brightly it almost erased your sadness

s. kocho

she teased you in front of other slayers, calling you “her cute little civilian.”

it came off as demeaning even if she meant it playfully

so you decided to act overly formal with her all afternoon calling her “kocho-sama” whenever she called you. and if she didn’t call you, you simply ignored her.

she notices immediately and tries to laugh it off but you keep it up for hours

it confused her, when she called for you, you’d either ignore her completely or respond with something so formal that it caught her off guard.

she finally corners you with sweet dango and apologizes

and you tried calling her that again but she just placed a hand on your lips

m. tokito

muichiro forgot you existed for three hours while hyper-focusing on cloud shapes, flowers and his sword—anything but you

you were trying to talk to him and he just walked away

your payback? hide his blanket that he uses when he lays down on the grass

muichiro is confused. “where’s the one with the soft corners?”

“must’ve floated away.”

he narrows his eyes. “you’re mad.”

you just clicked your tongue

eventually, he gives up searching and just hugs you, murmuring an apology because he might be forgetful, but he’s no fool—he knows he’s done something wrong

you melt immediately and hand him the blanket again. he curls beside you, burying his face in your hair, holding your hand

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[bwabys-scenarios]

Sweet Sunday NSFW

Obanai x Fem!Reader

!!REBLOGS APPRECIATED!!

A/N: this is an AO3 request :3 gonna try to prioritize requests sent on AO3 since I plan on being more active there. This is short but sweet :) also I don’t know Obanai too well(it’s been forever since I read the manga) so sorry if he’s a little out of character… or if this just sucks. LMAO

warnings: pussy eating, very soft and sweet sex, Obanai worships your body, breeding, mostly nsfw, fluffy

You never did quite like waking up early in the morning, and thankfully your boyfriend didn’t either. Even when he was supposed to be off fighting demons, Obanai hated getting up before 10 am.

So that’s why on his day off, the two of you stayed curled up together the entire morning, sharing kisses and soft words of love. It had taken him so long to open up to you, and now that he had, it was almost like he was making up for lost time.

“You’re just radiant…” he purred, brushing back your hair from your sleepy face. “My love, my angel… my everything.”

It was enough to get your cheeks feeling hot to the touch, your heart beating out of your chest. “And you’re so handsome it makes me nervous…”

Although Obanai still struggled to accept compliments, he knew you would never lie to him. His own pale cheeks flushed pink as he looked away. The bandages that usually covered his mouth lay on the nightstand by your shared bed.

You traced the scars on the corners of his mouth, your eyes full of love and adoration. He could have never thought that anyone would look at his mmm in such a way, especially without his bandages to cover up his biggest insecurity.

“You’re too kind, my love. Sometimes I wonder if this is all a dream, that I’ll wake up back in my childhood home.”

You paused, your heart twisting in pain. Obanai often suffered from nightmares, waking up screaming and clutching onto you for dear life. It left him trembling, tears pouring down his cheeks as he struggled to soothe himself.

But how he didn’t have to face it alone, he had you.

“You’re safe now, Obanai. You never have to hide away when you’re with me…”

His eyes softened, and he couldn’t help but pull you close. You smelled so sweet, like sunshine and vanilla, with hints of something sweet he couldn’t quite place. Whenever he inhaled your scent, he knew that he was right where he needed to be.

Home.

It didn’t help that your scent also stimulated other feelings… other desires… before he knew it his hands hand wondered along your hips and to your thighs, lightly pushing them open. “O-Obanai…”

You whined softly as his nimble fingers danced across your closed cunt, stopping right above your clit. He pressed down, causing you to squirm lightly as he began rubbing gentle circles into it. “Shh, princess. Let me make you feel good.”

If Obanai was anything, he was devoted to you body and soul. Every little sound and movement you made was enough to get his pants tight and his body ready to please you.

He slid off your soaked panties, giving your pussy a soft kiss. “Gorgeous, taste so sweet, princess…”

Eating you out was one of his favorite activities, and he enjoyed pinching your pretty nipples as he did. Obanai loved to overstimulate you until you were pushing his head away, begging for his cock instead.

But this morning, he decided to let you off with only three orgasms with his tongue. “Okay, okay…”

He lined up his hips with yours, peppering your neck in kisses. “Do you want me?”

“Y-yes please!”

No hesitation, just pure desire for him. It felt good to be wanted, to be so desperately desired by you.

And so Obanai complied, snapping his hips forward to plunge his cock into you, groaning at the feeling if your tight cunt. Despite him not being huge, you always needed a moment to adjust, and he was more than fine with your pretty pussy cockwarming him as you got used to his cock.

“There you go…” he said, moving his hips at a slow and steady pace as your arousal pooled on the bedsheets below. “That’s my girl… that’s my love.”

His fingertips dig into your plump hips as he fucked info you, his warm breath tickling your neck. Obanai wasn’t really the type to moan, but he started getting talkative when he was close.

“S-so good, my love. So fucking good for me…”

The two of you came together, and he didn’t bother to pull out. He planned on marrying you after all, and getting you pregnant was the goal. “G-gonna… gonna knock you up, okay? My love, my beautiful wife, so pretty for me…”

The two of you laid together, your naked bodies glistening with a sheen of sweat of you snuggled. Soon, you’d have to leave the comfort of your bed to bathe and eat something to replenish your strength…

But for now, you’d need to comfort your lover. He always got a bit shy after sex, embarrassed of the things he said while pussy drunk. You didn’t mind though… you wanted to be his wife after all.