#demon slayer x you

[tommyinnit-kinnie]

I never really saw the appeal to muzan but this, I like this 😳

Half Blood | Muzan Kibutsuji x fem!reader

Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, TW! YN does get assaulted, mentions of blood, drinking blood, gore, how many times do I mention claws? Oral fem!receiving, fingering, kissing, breeding kink, virgin sex, creampie, and overstimulation.

Word Count: 4.9k

a/n: guys this started off as a quick break from a Sanemi fic I'm working on (keep in mind I think short fics are no longer than 3k) and here I am... with a way longer fic than I intended and something I actually want to expand on in the future. It was a lot of fun to write this so I hope you enjoy it <3

“You,” His pink irises are illuminated by the moon high in the night sky. The blood within your body cools as you stare back at the man who stored your fate. His inky black hair flows down his shoulder in waves. A deep blue yukata loosely hung on his frame. “I’ve been watching you.” Muzan growls, edging ever closer to where you stood. His pointed canines glinted in the light, his nails sharp and ready to claw at your jugular. The demon king rolls his tongue along the tips of his teeth, studying you carefully. Was he deciding whether or not to feast upon your flesh?

He had never seen such a creature as yourself. Your skin was glowing, soft, and supple. The lavender color yukata covered most of your body, a delicate pattern of white flowers spanning the kosode fabric. Your obi was white with purple vines flowing around it. You wear simple white tabies paired with purple strapped zori. Elegance and grace radiated from you. He could smell the wisteria perfume in your hair. 

It was strange, you were a confrontation to the world he wanted to live in – yet something he could not tear his eyes away from. Here you were, standing in front of him without fear. He rather thought it would be better fun if you were afraid, he did so enjoy the chase. Though, there was – of course – a reason you relented in running away from him. Your eyes were stormy, eclipsed by thousands of emotions. That’s when a different smell, that had not yet hit him, tickled his nose. Blood, and not just any blood. You had the blood of a demon in you. Your stern, furrowed brows, with the revolting smell of wisteria burning his nose. You confused him. “What are you?” He purs out, not sure if what would come out of your mouth would be a lie or truth. He could always figure it out for himself one way or another. 

Your lip ticks, a show of annoyance you’d yet to master. The man in front of you knew, he could smell it, of that you were sure. Yet, he dared ask. What are you? You’d been told many times what you were. An abomination. A curse. A monster. “Are you not the demon king?” You spit back, growing angry. Would the other half of you reject your existence as well? You had hoped at least the demons would have the scarce bit of comradery running through their systems. Muzan’s brows lift, then knit together. Did he need to answer you? After all, he could easily swipe at your neck to kill you for being so insolent. The eager need to hear what you had to say captivated him though. 

When the man does not answer you tut, crossing your arms over your chest. “Here I thought the mighty demon king would be able to tell me apart from the rest.” You shake your head, laughing stiffly into the night. In a flash Muzan has you pinned to the trunk of a tree. Splinters etch toward your face from the very force of his hand. His muscular body cages you in and it takes you a moment to realize how your body aches to be near him. 

“I can smell you,” He mutters, squinting his beautiful eyes like he couldn’t quite distinguish what he was looking at. “You assault my senses, it’s driving me mad. There’s something different about you.” Muzan had first observed you walking in your village one evening, the way people sneered and cowered at your presence intrigued him. He found himself looking for you every night, wondering what your story was. These villagers were shunning you. He wished to know why such a pretty thing as yourself would be outcasted in her own village. “You smell like me, yet you are not. So I ask you again, what are you?” His voice is low, edging on the precipice of anger. 

You do not yield in holding his gaze. “I am you, yet I am not. Born of the sun and moon. A half-blood.” 20 years ago your mother found herself in the entertainment district, serving the pleasures of others. A man came to visit her on multiple occasions. Eventually, the two ran away together. Sharing in love and secrets. Your mother was a demon and your father a local carpenter. How you were able to be conceived was a mystery, even to them. They lived in peace, until one night. The villagers had finally seen through your father’s lies, storming their house. They slaughtered both of them and assuming you were a child taken captive, they whisked you away to a widowed mother. As you grew it was obvious where your origins lay, yet no one in the village dared to lay a hand on you. 

Muzan lets his gaze drop to where your heart pulsed, bouncing the skin of your jugular. “You are human and demon?” Something pulled tight in his chest. Could you walk in the sun? Did you regenerate? Were you the answer to his plight? “You are radiant.” He cannot stop the words from falling past his lips. Your eyes light up with recognition, acceptance, and for a moment your past falls away. He had the ever-growing urge to sweep you away. Your very existence was tantalizing to him in the least. He tilts his head, wrinkling his nose at the obscure way you smelt. 

Your eyes settle on the way he reacts to you, wondering if he’ll take you away someplace. Some place away from these villagers who had slaughtered your parents who just wanted to live in harmony. They did not deserve to die and you did not want to live one more second with their murderers. Muzan wanted to take you, but he couldn’t. Not yet. You were so fragile. If he were to touch you he would fear you would break on the spot. “Are you going to take me away from this place?” You whisper, hopeful tones floating to Muzan. He swallows something deep and thick. 

Muzan backs away from you, eyes tensing. “No.” He replies softly. He could not take you into his den, the other demons were too stupid to realize how precious you were. You would be dead within seconds. The line between your brows hardens again as his words hit you. 

“No? Why not? Am I not good enough for you?” Your voice is rising. You sound like a whining child who hasn’t gotten their way. Muzan winces at the obvious pain seeping into your voice. You were nothing like he’d ever seen before. Something beautiful, a miracle in his eyes. Therefore, he did not answer you. He simply faded back into the shadows. With his disappearance, your hopes and dreams faded as well.

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The next time you see Muzan is two years later. His hair is shorter than you last saw it, the curls kissing the nape of his neck. This neat look couldn’t contain the loose curls that framed his face. A starched white collar shirt was tucked into an ornate waistcoat. He looked utterly different, yet he was your Muzan. He had the same eyes, the same far-off look, and on top of that, you could practically taste his scent. It was overwhelming, crushing even, but in a way, you enjoyed the rush. 

It was also a fact that you had escaped your village after one of the men tried to see how strong a half-blood was. He told you he was turned on by how revolting you were and he would take you as his wife in duty only. Until then you had never seriously thought about killing a human. The realization was both terrifying and freeing. So you fled to the entertainment district, living off of what you could at the Kyogoku House. There were so many smells here. Food, humans, sex, and demons. 

You worked under a beautiful oiran, and you could tell… she wasn’t human. Part of you wanted to become friends with her, but if she hadn’t reached out for the sake of commonality, you didn’t think there was a chance of any other relationship than servant. 

Muzan’s brows furrowed. He had come to visit Daki and yet your scent prosecuted his brain. Ever since he left you in the forest that day he had been thinking of a way to retrieve you. You were too precious to let out of his sight again. This time he would secure you. He could feel his blood boil at the thought of you living in the Ukiyo. Kyogoku House was well protected, but anywhere without him wasn’t safe for you. Were you being used by men far beneath you? Muzan had never felt such rage toward the thought of men touching a woman. He often indulged in watching, humans were ever so entertaining – but you weren’t human. You were one of his and he swallowed harshly at the fact that you weren’t only his. 

He brushes past some of the lower-ranking courtesans, his eye twitching at their giggles. You watch from afar, the familiarity of his back etching a cold ache into your heart. He would leave again, of that you were sure. You hug the fresh sheets to your chest, making your way to the linen closet down the hall. “Ah, YN, I’ve been looking for you.” The Okaasan Omitsu stands before you. She has a cunning sneer behind the kind smile she wears. 

You bow, storing the sheets away before turning your full attention to her. “Yes Okaasan?” You can smell the evil intent behind this woman, it makes your stomach sink. 

“You wouldn’t mind doing me a favor would you?” She uses the word favor like you’d have a choice. She is the Okaasan after all. It’s like she thinks you’re some stupid girl that will follow whatever she says. Using the word favor is a manipulation tactic and if you were a naive girl, you would be eating out of the palm of her hand. 

You tilt your head to the left, plastering a fake smile of your own onto your lips. You knew anything out of your mouth except ‘yes Okaasan’ would make things harder for yourself. So with all your better judgment pushed aside, you say exactly that. 

Her eyes gleam. “Thank you, my dear. If you will kindly follow me.” She walks back up the hall, toward one of the private Ozashiki rooms. You glance around, nerves settling into your bones. You couldn’t be headed into one of these rooms, you weren’t even a kamuro. You were just an older shinzō. 

She stops in front of the panel, a cruel smile lifting the corners of her mouth. No, please, not this. “You are very blessed my dear, one of our chūsan is interested in you.” She slides the door aside and sitting against a wall smoking a pipe is a middle-aged man. Cushions are scattered around the floor and a twisted smirk plays with his mouth when he sees you. Okaasan bows then slides the door shut behind you. 

The room was stifling, the smoke choking out any of the senses you had. It was dizzying. “Mmm, you’re a lot older than I thought.” The man sneers, setting his pipe down. The fog of opium seemingly wraps around your throat, making it hard to breathe. “But you’ll do.” He laughs, patting the cushion next to him. “Why don’t you come a little closer?” He offers. Your body tenses. You were in danger, of that you were sure. You were not willing to give your virginity up to such a man but if you denied him the right to your own body, there would be outrage. You swallow, tentatively kneeling on the cushion next to him. 

He leans over you, sniffing the area around your shoulder. You stiffen. “You smell so good, better than all those flora bitches.” He growls. “I like your natural…musk.” Oh Gods did this man – who probably has a wife and children – just compliment how you smell when you’ve been working all day? “What do you like about me?” What a loaded question. 

You smile, one that shuts your eyes – if he saw the look in your eyes he’d be sure to know you were lying when you said, “I appreciate your generosity.” You bow your head and the man laughs heartily. 

His tongue darts out to coat his lips. “I can be more generous if you’d like?” He moves himself closer to you. “I was blessed with wealth, good looks, and a tool to make women scream.” Please let the tool be an ice pick so you can lobotomize yourself. “Whad’ya say, darling?” He coos, going in for what appears to be a kiss even though you hadn’t been given the time to answer him. 

You grimace away from his advance, shoving at his chest. The eerie playful tone in the room suddenly seems to vacuum out. The fog is still thick from the burning opium, but you don’t miss the way the man before you lunges for you. He’s panting above you with a charming pointy sneer. “Ah ah ah, not so fast. You haven’t serviced me, whore.” He digs his nails into your shoulder, pinning you to the wooden floor. “Look at you, begging for my cock with your eyes, ooohh you want it that bad you slut?” He hisses, fumbling with the buckle of his Western-style pants. You squirm wildly under his grasp but it’s like he’s infused with superhuman strength. “I’m gonna fuck you and then, as your reward,” His face is next to yours now, eyes glowing an electric yellow, pupils in slits. “I’m going to kill you.” His hand is on your throat, crushing your windpipe. You choke on what little air you were able to breathe earlier. 

A demon, this man was a demon. One of your kind. No… he wasn’t. He was something else. He was driven by the carnal desire to fuck and kill. You were too weak to push him off, your internal forces constantly warring against each other. You had always presented as human, meek, malleable, and obedient. What you would give to have your demon side come forth, bite this fucker’s head off. You want to scream – but on account of his claws sinking into the back of your neck – if you even moved that would surely be the end of your life. 

He tears your yukata to shreds, ripping the soft skin of your stomach open as well. Your mouth opens the pressure of a scream pushing against his hand. Blood mixes with the tattered cloth, the cotton dying red.

Muzan pauses, Daki grumbling about some inferior human drama. His eyes search the room, this time Daki taking notice from her self-indulged rant. Where was that smell coming from? He stands, silencing Daki before she can start whining again. The potent smell of blood was swirling to the top floor, but not just…any blood. “YN,” He hisses, the annoyance, rage, and blood-boiling sensations he felt earlier returning tenfold. Why were you bleeding? This was fresh cut blood, not from the dues women endured every month. He needed to find you, or he feared the worst. “I need to go.” He barely says to the demon next to him. Her face morphs into one of anger, and before she can hurl anything at him, Muzan slips out of her room. Where were you? He follows the pungent scent, clambering down the stairs and rushing down the hall until he’s in front of a private room. He’s sweating, for once fear is humming in his ear. He shoves the door to the side, witnessing a demon hunched over your body. 

Your blood is pooling around you dying the wonderfully blue yukata you wore earlier a sickly brown color. The demon doesn’t have time to look up because Muzan is already crushing its head, slashing its throat to shreds of what it once was. 

The room is covered in blood but the demon is dead. Muzan slides to the floor, cradling you in his lap. “YN, no, no please don’t die.” You were his miracle. You were his hope. If anything could save his damned soul it would be you. His arms are trembling as your stomach bleeds out, the skin marred, and…God the smell of your blood was driving him mad. It was something he shouldn’t be thinking about as you bleed out under him. You needed to regenerate. He wasn’t sure if you could so maybe your demon just needed a little push?

With his free hand, Muzan tears the flesh from his arm, bringing it down to your mouth. His blood trickles onto your lips, sliding into your mouth. After a few silent beats, your eyes shoot open. Muzan has never felt such joy as this very moment. Your arms wrap around his, bringing it into your mouth. Muzan hisses at the way your tongue dances around his wound, lapping up the blood he shed for you. You’re panting, gasping for more. Your eyes glow as you drag your tongue up the muscle of his forearm. His blood flows through you like your own life force, strengthening your nerves, hardening your muscles. He has made you stronger. 

It sends a pinch of desire through Muzan. He hadn’t felt the heat of wanting to sink his cock into the warmth of a cunt in decades. You were mouthing at his arm, wounds healed on both ends, but now that you were moving the once whole yukata falls off your shoulders. Blood trails from your lips down your chest, between your breasts. Muzan was never one to fend off his desire to want. He took whatever he wanted, without a care. He wanted to take you without a care. Fuck you senseless into the floorboards, claw at you, feed on your blood while you fed on his. It was ecstasy just imagining driving his cock into your pretty tight pussy. 

“I should’ve never left you.” He whispers and it sends a rolling wave of want through you. You move to straddle his lap. 

“Then don’t leave me now.” You could both smell it, the heat and arousal in the air. “Take me, my Lord.” He smirks, holding onto your thighs. 

He hums, enjoying the way you’re bare in front of him. You were a sight to behold. “Mmm, such a smart girl.” A portal opens underneath him, the wooden floor sinking into an expanse of rooms, platforms, doors, lights, and endless corridors. The sheer speed whips your hair around your face until – it doesn’t. You’ve stopped in the middle of whatever this place was. “Welcome home,” Muzan’s pink eyes darken to a deep crimson as he sits up straighter, pressing himself into you. You moan in delight as his hands work their way up your hips, sitting you down on the stiff part of his lap. 

You tilt your head, peeking at him. “I’ve never liked pants,” you mumble, playing with the hem of his. He chuckles his smirk growing. 

“And why is that?” He inquires, moving his tongue to lick up the blood that has traveled toward your navel. You choke out a moan as he makes his way between your breasts. You can feel his teeth against your skin and it’s a wretched thought. “Aheh,” He swipes at the crest of your breast. 

“H-hard to get off.” Muzan hums against your skin in agreement, but he’s too preoccupied with the way you tremble with untapped pleasure. 

He wants to tear into your flesh, mark you as his, burn only his name onto your tongue. “Such an eager kitten,” He licks his lips, capturing the back of your neck in his hands. “You want me bare that badly?” All you can manage is a small nod as he gingerly moves you so that you’re laying down. Your hips are still lined up with his as he gazes at you. “I can promise you I have a similar urgency.” He grins, pulling the belt from his breeches with a smooth movement. He tosses it to the side, but doesn’t make any more movements to pull his pants down. Muzan notices your heated gaze pointed toward his hardened groin. 

Did you know nothing about the workings between a man and woman? His eyes trail down your body, stopping at the apex of your thighs. He wraps his arms around the bend of your knee, smirking when your eyes widen in surprise. He tugs you upwards, to where your legs are over his shoulders. Being this close to your glistening pink cunt made his groin stiffen even more, if that was possible. The smell of you was intoxicating. He couldn’t help himself. “What a fucking view.” He growls. 

Muzan buries his head between your thighs, latching his mouth onto your swelling clit. You gasp in pleasure, breaths turning into ragged moans as he plunges his tongue deeper into you. “O-oh my God, f’ck, ngh.” With the way his tongue his twisting and sucking inside of you, breathing seemed impossible. His claws dig into your outer thigh, scratching red trails to your knees. He devours every bit of you he can reach, crazed by the tangy sweetness of your arousal. Your walls were squeezing around his tongue, heat running through your body. 

Your own hands find your stiff nipples, rolling them around in your fingers. You couldn’t get enough, it was the same feeling you received from drinking his blood. Heat rolling around in your veins as his eyes take in your puffy cunt and how your eyes roll to the back of your head. He maneuvers one hand from under your knee to the one place that was being ignored on you – your entrance. It was like the gate to a shrine and he wanted to worship there for eternity. “Look at how fucking wet your cunt is.” His pointed nails shape into shorter rounder ones, he dare not damage this holy place. Then, without warning, he presses two fingers into you. A yelp echoes across the void of the infinity castle. “Ahhh, shit,” You huff, tensing from the sensation of your pussy being stretched. 

Muzan knew you were a virgin, he would be lying if the fact didn’t make him grow more feral to have you sit on his cock and take his seed deep within you. He wanted you. He wanted you. He wanted you. That was all he could think about while lapping up your wetness. 

The slick from your cunt was sucking his fingers in, a growl rumbling around your clit. This makes you scream out as a shockwave shoots through you. Your thighs are shaking and every once and a while – as Muzan still selfishly fingers you through your climax, sucking on your clit – your body will twitch. Heavy and heady moans fall from your lips, breaking into whines as you come down from your high. 

“You did such a good job my sweet,” Muzan lowers you gently back to the floor. Your neck is sore from being at an awkward angle for so long, but you would give anything to see the disheveled man before you with your arousal still on his lips. “That’s it. Prefect. You’re so perfect.” He mutters, licking his lips and watching you still play with your nipples. 

Though you feel like you’ve just ascended, you crave more. You want Muzan to breed you like his own personal slut. “M-more,” You gasp. “I feel so empty my Lord.” You huff, the edges of your voice bleeding to a whine. Muzan’s eyes widen. He hadn’t intended to fuck you just yet. Give you some time to grow accustomed to sexual things so it wasn’t rushed, but your eyes are pleading him to continue. He’s… nervous, which isn’t like the demon king. He’s so eager to please you. Make sure you’re comfortable. He wants to give you hell, heaven, and the earth. 

“You’re practically begging me.” He chuckles, unsure if you really knew what you were asking. There was no way that once Muzan slid into your heady cunt that he would not ravish you. There was no way to tell time in the infinity castle, so there was no way for him to know when to stop until he was satisfied. You squirm to get closer to him, spreading your legs wide for him. His gaze drops from yours to your center, whatever shred of humanity that was left in him suddenly flying away. “Such a filthy slut. You’re already hungry for more? You want me to fill you up? Then beg for it.” His eyes narrow into slits, the magma growing in his belly. 

Your body cools with a shiver of excitement, as you reach down in between your thighs. You purse your lips and then spread your labia apart. The cool air tickles the sticky wetness but you can tell it’s doing something for him. “Please, my King, I want you to fuck me so hard I can’t think. I want you to take my virgin pussy and make it yours.” 

The corner of his mouth ticks up in a smirk. “As you wish my Queen.” He frees his cock and you have to take a moment to gulp at the sheer size of it. The head is leaking precum and bruised a red color from the lack of release. The shaft is a pale pink, a thick vein running down the underside. The muscles of his hips also catch your attention. They were unlike the drawings some of the courtesans had shown you. His were muscular, ready to thrust into you for hours. 

Muzan lines himself up at your entrance, this time with the head of his cock. The idea was thrilling, finally pushing into your pussy and breaking the barrier of your womanhood. He hisses as your slick coats him, making it easy enough to start entering you. Your face contorts with a mixture of pain and pleasure. “Shhh, you can take it.” You want to wiggle away from him, the pain of his member stretching you out is enough to break you. “Ah ah ah, you’re not going anywhere pretty girl. Remember you asked for this.” Muzan leans over you seizing your mouth with his own. You share a leisurely kiss as he swallows your moans. 

He feels the head of his cock hit your hymen and with a wince he thrusts past it. He can feel the rush of silky blood around his cock, but he tries his best to divert your attention with heated kisses. You break free, a long drawn out moan gasping out of you. “Ahhh, oh my, hngh nngh yes!” 

Muzan nuzzles into your neck, the feeling of your walls clenching around him driving him practically insane. “Yeah? Tell me how good I am. Tell me how good I am at fucking you.” He hisses out, desperate for your compliments and approval. 

“Nnnggh, s’good, f’ckin’ me s’good.” You slur, drunk on how he guided a new path into you. You pant and writhe under him, eyes fluttering shut. 

“Not yet my love, I want you to watch.” He starts to move his hips and you wince in burning pleasure. “That’s it. You’re doing so good.” He grunts, snapping his hips back into you. The wet slap of skin hitting skin sends shivers down your back. 

You’re straining against the build up in your stomach, a pit of coils wanting to spring forth. “Mmm, harder.” You huff, reach out to grab the back of his neck. He shakes his head, a playful smirk on his swollen lips. 

“Use your manners.” He teases, squeezing his eyes shut. 

“Please fuck me harder.” You mewl just as he starts to thrust into you with a quickened rhythm. Your breath is sucked away by the pure bliss aching from the friction. 

Muzan bites down on his lip, brushing a few curls that had come free from behind his ear. “You like it when I do that?” He quizzes, fucking you harder. You can only manage a nod.

Your voice has grown hoarse from moans breaking into screams and whines. You buck your hips along with his as you arch your back, tumbling over your peak. “F’ck, haa haa hnngh,” You squeeze his cock and release his neck, breathless from your second orgasm. 

“Cum all over my cock, fuck,” Muzan growls, the feeling of your slick cum coating his length. He was gliding into you with such ease. He would apologize to you later for this. He pounds into your sensitive cunt, overstimulating you as you cry out. He rams himself into you and stays deep within your pussy. Panting heavily Muzan finally crashes over his own wave of pleasure. Splurting his cum around the walls of your pussy. He doesn’t want to pull out – for one fact he wanted all of his cum to stay within you – and for another fact, you were all the salvation he needed. He could find redemption with you. He rolls you both onto your side, hiking your leg over his hip to make sure he can stay inside of you. 

This was it, you had driven him to the edge and he would make sure to never let anything else touch you. As he gazes upon your soft features drifting off to a satisfied slumber he feels what once was his heart ache. “We should get married.” He blurts out.

[obito-in-disguise]

You know the trend ‘you might think im crazy.’ And then the girlfriend fake pounces at their partner can you do that with the hashira?? 😂😂

Not gonna lie, I had to look this one up pimp 😔I need to go back to being on tiktok 12 hours of the day, no more productive hobbies✊🏽no more productive hobbies✊🏽

Let's get right into it!

| You might think I'm crazy trend with the hashiras |

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

Shinazugawa Sanemi

Sanemi would get startled and smack you. The whole thing would blow up into a huge fight, not physical of course.

"It was a reflex, what were you expecting!"

"For you not to Floyd Mayweather my ass like a normal person!"

"I'm sorry!"

He would end up having to cuddle you throughout the rest of the evening as an apology. Holding ice to the spot where he smacked with a bit of guilt.

"No more stupid pranks ok?"

Tomioka Giyuu

Giyuu would full on flinch. Arms waving around and trying to protect his face simultaneously, eyes squeezed shut.

Afterwards you would both stare at each other with wide eyes, the room in complete silence.

His expression would slowly morph into one of anger, his usual scowl more intense, his ears flushed with embarrassment. He can't believe he let his guard down around you and this is what he gets, he makes a mental note to give you the silent treatment for the next hour as punishment.

"Oh my gosh yuu, I'm so s-"

"Delete that, now."

Iguro Obanai

Obanai 🤝🏽Giyuu 🤝🏽Flinching

Obanai would jerk back, eyes wide, clutching his pearls. He looks at you in amazement as you basically die of laughter, collapsing to the floor.

He wasn't necessarily scared but definitely worried for your sanity.

"...You are crazy"

"Omg you should've seen your face!"

Uzui Tengen

He would just grin and grab your hands. No flinching in sight whatsoever.

"boo you're no fun..."

"Yeah it's so lame that i don't flinch when you pretend to hit me. You must be the worst..."

Gyomei Himejima

Gyomei quite literally wouldn't see you coming. He'd just sit there, innocently waiting for you to do whatever you said you needed him for.

You feel terrible, setting your baby up for something like that, so you'd shut the whole thing down and give him a hug.

"What's wrong flower..."

"I'm sorry Gyo, I was gonna hit you..."

"what..."

Kyojuro Rengoku

He would just smile and tilt his head in confusion, no flinch in sight, not even a blink.

yeesh

You'd shiver a little, your man was a little unsettling.

"That's creepy Kyo..."

He'd just laugh loudly "I like this game! let's go again"

Brb, on my way to kidnap Gyomei and keep him in my pocket forever.

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[gothicxreylover]

𝖄𝔞𝖓𝔡𝖊𝔯𝖊 𝕳𝔞𝖘𝔥𝖎𝔯𝖆’𝖘 𝔭𝖚𝔫𝖎𝔰𝖍𝔦𝖓𝔤 𝔱𝖍𝔢𝖎𝔯 𝔰𝖎𝔤𝖓𝔦𝖋𝔦𝖈𝔞𝖓𝔱 𝔬𝖙𝔥𝖊𝔯

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Trigger warning this contains- emotional manipulation, violence, empty threats, possessive behavior, guilt tripping, drugging(?), degradation, forced affection and miss characterization(?)

Gender of reader is gender neutral

Characters that this contains are- Kyojuro Rengoku, Kanroji Mitsuri and Obanai Iguro, Sanemi Shinazugawa, Giyu Tomioka, Gyomei Himejima, Shinobu Kocho, Tengen Uzui and wives

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Kyojuro Rengoku

It's a warm evening, the sun setting over the horizon, casting a golden glow across the Demon Slayer Corps' headquarters. The scent of training grounds lingers in the air as you walk back to the shared living quarters after a long day.

You've been distant lately, and though Rengoku has tried to maintain his usual cheerful demeanor, he has noticed the subtle changes in you. The way your eyes avoid his gaze, how you sometimes slip away during meals, and how your words, once filled with admiration and affection, have become strained, almost... cold.

At first, he thought it was a passing mood. But after the third day of this behavior, his concern turns into something darker. Something that burns just as hot as the flames in his heart.

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You enter the shared room, the door creaking as it opens. Rengoku is sitting on a cushion, his posture regal, but his eyes are sharper than usual. There’s a quiet intensity in the way he watches you, like a predator sensing its prey.

His smile is the same, but there’s something unsettling in the way his gaze lingers. He rises slowly, his tall figure towering over you as you approach. His presence is overpowering, and despite his usual warmth, you can feel a cold edge to his energy now.

"Welcome back," he says, his voice smooth, but there’s a faint tremor beneath the surface, a dangerous hint of something unspoken. He steps closer, almost blocking your path.

"Is something troubling you, my dear?" His hand lifts, gently cupping your cheek, but there's an iron grip behind the softness, his thumb pressing just a little too firmly against your skin.

You try to step back, unsure of what to say, but he doesn’t let you retreat. He moves with terrifying speed, catching your wrist in a vice-like grip before you can react.

“Why do you keep pulling away?” His voice is low, and the warmth in it now feels forced, tainted with a darker edge. “Do you not love me anymore? Or is there someone else?"

You can see his eyes narrowing, his pupils flickering with barely contained fury. His gaze burns into yours, and it’s like he's searching your very soul, demanding an answer. Your silence only fuels his suspicions.

He tugs you closer, his fingers tightening around your wrist until it’s almost painful. “Answer me, now,” he demands, his voice rising, but it still holds that dangerous gentleness — as if it’s a command you should obey, as if it’s for your own good.

You try to speak, to explain, but the words catch in your throat. His grip tightens, and his other hand reaches up to thread through your hair, tilting your head back slightly, exposing your neck. His breath fans across your skin, and for a moment, everything is still.

“You’ve hurt me,” he whispers, his voice breaking through the tension. “You’ve made me doubt. I don’t like feeling this way… but you’ve made me.”

You begin to tremble, not from fear, but from the overwhelming intensity of his emotions. He’s not angry, not exactly, but it’s as if something deep inside him has snapped. This need to control, to possess, to keep you close — to make sure you never slip away from him again.

His grip loosens, and for a moment, you think it’s over. But then he pulls you into a fierce embrace, pressing you tightly against his chest. His voice is soft now, almost soothing, but you can feel the heat of his body, the tension in his muscles.

“You’ll never pull away from me again, will you?” he murmurs, the words wrapping around you like chains. “I’ll never let you. You belong to me, and only me.”

You feel his lips brush against your ear, and it sends a chill down your spine. “I will punish you, yes… but only because I love you. I do it for us… for our future.”

His arms tighten around you, and you realize there’s no escape. His obsession, his love, has driven him to this point. He’ll do anything to keep you close, to keep you *his.*

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Though Rengoku’s actions are extreme, it’s clear that he believes in the righteousness of what he’s doing. In his mind, this is not cruelty, but an act of correction. You have hurt him, after all, by distancing yourself from him, and he cannot allow that. The punishment isn’t physical — not in a brutal sense — but rather a form of emotional correction.

For the next few hours, Rengoku talks to you endlessly, making you repeat your affections for him over and over, ensuring that you understand just how deeply he loves you, and how *wrong* it is to push him away. His words are full of intensity, his affection all-consuming, like a fire that refuses to be extinguished.

He’s relentless, not in violence, but in the force of his devotion. He wants you to understand just how far he’s willing to go for you, how much he’s willing to sacrifice to keep you by his side.

By the time the night settles in, Rengoku finally releases you, his expression softening ever so slightly. He gazes at you with something akin to relief, as though he believes everything has been put right.

“You understand now, don’t you?” he asks, his voice calm once more, though the fire in his eyes still flickers like a burning ember. “You’re mine, and I will never let you go.”

He pulls you into his chest again, this time in a gentler embrace, as if to reassure himself that everything is as it should be. You’re his. And in his mind, that’s all that matters.

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Tengen Uzui & Wives

The evening sun is beginning to set, casting a fiery orange glow over the hidden estate where Tengen and his wives live. The garden is serene, a stark contrast to the chaos inside. The household is usually filled with laughter, warmth, and love, but tonight, the air is thick with tension.

For the past few days, you've been distant. You’ve been avoiding Tengen’s attention, slipping away during meals, refusing his usual affections. At first, he thought it was nothing — maybe you were just tired, stressed, or distracted. But as the days passed, the distance between you grew more apparent. Your words were cold, your touches absent.

Tengen’s patience began to wear thin, and the playful teasing he usually offered was replaced with sharp, calculating stares. His wives noticed it too. They’ve been watching — protective of their shared bond with him, and increasingly frustrated with the way you’ve been pulling away.

Together, they’ve decided that tonight, they will show you the consequences of your actions.

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You walk into the main room, thinking perhaps it’s just another evening. The house is quiet, too quiet. No sounds of Tengen’s usual flamboyant boasting or his wives’ gentle teasing. You take a step inside, but the moment you do, the door closes behind you with a soft but final *click*.

The room is dimly lit, with a single lantern casting long shadows on the walls. Tengen sits at the center of the room, his broad form illuminated by the flickering light. His eyes are piercing, cold, and unreadable. He’s no longer the joyful, loud, and boisterous Hashira you once knew. This version of him is intense, focused, and radiates a sense of undeniable authority.

Beside him, standing in a semi-circle, are his three wives: Makio, Suma, and Hinatsuru. Each of them has an unreadable expression on their face, though there’s an unmistakable tension in the air. They’ve seen your actions — the distance you’ve been putting between yourself and Tengen — and they’re all just as upset as he is.

Tengen speaks first, his voice low and dangerous, but still somehow full of that confident swagger you’ve come to know. "You’ve been avoiding me," he states, not as a question, but as a matter of fact. His eyes flicker with something darker, something more intense. "You’ve been pushing me away, haven’t you? Even after everything I’ve done for you. After everything *we’ve* done."

You try to explain yourself, but before you can get a word out, Makio steps forward, her arms crossed, her expression stern. “We don’t tolerate disobedience in this house,” she says firmly, her voice like a blade cutting through the silence. “Not when you’ve been given so much love. So much *attention.*”

Suma, who’s usually the more gentle and naive of the group, looks at you with a mix of sadness and frustration. “You... you made Tengen angry. We can’t just let that slide. It’s not fair to him... to us.” Her voice trembles slightly, but there’s an underlying anger she can’t quite hide.

Hinatsuru is the quietest of them all, but the sharpness in her eyes says more than words ever could. She steps to Tengen’s side, placing a hand on his arm, a subtle gesture that solidifies their united front. "You know what happens when you make him feel neglected," she says softly, but there's a chill in her tone that makes you freeze. "We all suffer... and so do you."

Tengen stands up then, slowly walking toward you with a confident stride, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. His gaze never leaves yours as he moves closer, and the air around him feels heavy with a sense of finality. He doesn’t speak immediately, letting the tension build as his wives watch in silence.

Finally, he stops in front of you, his towering frame casting a shadow over you. “You’ve hurt my feelings,” he says, the words dripping with a possessive edge. “I thought you understood how much I care about you, how much we all do. But you... you didn’t even *try* to show us the same respect.” His eyes darken, the intensity rising. “So now, you’re going to learn what happens when you treat us like this.”

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The punishment isn’t brutal, not in the traditional sense. It’s far more emotional, manipulative, and suffocating — exactly what you feared but didn’t know how to avoid. Tengen’s hands grip your shoulders roughly, holding you in place while his wives encircle you, their eyes cold and calculating. Each of them takes turns scolding you, their voices filled with a mix of disappointment and anger.

Makio speaks first, her voice low and threatening. “You think you can get away with ignoring us? That we won’t notice? We always notice. And we always deal with it. You will show us respect. You will show Tengen the love he deserves. If you don’t...” Her fingers trail lightly across your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. “Well, we can make it *very* uncomfortable for you, sweetheart.”

Suma’s hands rest gently on your arms, but her grip tightens in a way that is almost unnerving. “Please don’t push us away,” she says, her tone pleading but tinged with frustration. “Tengen’s heart is all we have. All we’ve *ever* had. You can’t just take that away from us. It’s not fair.”

Hinatsuru’s voice is the softest but most dangerous. “If you ever make him feel like this again, we won’t be so gentle,” she warns, stepping forward and resting her hand on Tengen’s shoulder. “You don’t want to see him upset like this. Trust me.”

Tengen finally speaks again, his voice calm but carrying a deadly edge. “You don’t get to make me wait. You don’t get to treat my love like it’s nothing. You belong to me. To *us.*” His grip tightens on your shoulders as he pulls you closer to his chest, almost suffocating you in his embrace. "We *own* you. And now, you’ll remember that. You’ll remember us. Forever."

His wives surround you, their presence looming like a suffocating force. The punishment is psychological. They remind you of your place in their world, that you belong to Tengen, that you owe him your unwavering loyalty and affection. They make you repeat how much you care for him, how much you love him, and how you will never distance yourself again.

By the time they’re finished, you’re left breathless, dizzy, and overwhelmed by the intensity of the emotions you’ve been forced to confront. Tengen pulls away, his demeanor shifting to something softer, almost affectionate, as if the entire ordeal were a test of your love and devotion. His wives, too, smile gently, though there’s a dangerous undertone beneath their kindness.

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Giyu Tomioka

The evening is unusually quiet. The night sky is clear, and the gentle breeze flows through the trees of the Demon Slayer Corps' headquarters. You’ve returned from a long day of training, your body sore, your mind preoccupied. But as you make your way back to your shared quarters, you can’t shake the unsettling feeling that something is off.

The door creaks open, revealing Giyuu standing in the center of the room, his back to you. His usual posture is stiff, and his hair falls loosely over his shoulders. There’s an unsettling stillness about him, a coldness that makes you pause. Normally, Giyuu is reserved, even distant, but tonight there’s something more in his presence.

You step inside, trying to mask your unease, but as soon as the door clicks shut behind you, you feel the weight of his eyes on you. His gaze never wavers, and despite his quiet nature, there’s an intensity in the air — an intensity that makes you shiver.

"You're late," he says, his voice calm but laced with an edge that you can't ignore. His tone isn't accusatory, but it demands an answer, like a quiet storm waiting to break.

“I was training with the others,” you respond, your voice a little too soft as you try to gauge his mood. You don't want to upset him, not now, but you can't help feeling like something is wrong.

"You've been spending more time with them," Giyuu continues, his back still turned, his hands clasped behind him. "More time away from me."

You swallow, your stomach tightening. You’ve noticed Giyuu's mood shifting lately — his unspoken jealousy, his possessiveness. The way his eyes would linger a little too long when you spoke to others. It was subtle at first, but now it’s undeniable. The coldness in his voice now, the way he doesn’t even turn around to face you, makes your pulse quicken.

He finally turns, his gaze sharp and piercing, his face devoid of expression but his eyes full of something darker. "Why do you think that is?" he asks, his voice barely a whisper, yet it feels as though the words hit you like a blow.

You’re confused. "What do you mean?" you ask, though you know exactly where this is heading.

He steps closer, slowly, deliberately, until there’s no space between you. You’re trapped in his cold, unwavering gaze. "I’m the only one who matters to you, aren't I?" His voice drops lower, like a quiet threat. "Tell me. *Am I the only one you care about?*"

You feel the heat of his proximity, the tension in the air palpable. His eyes don’t blink, and his posture remains rigid. There’s no warmth in his presence, no reassurance — only a cold, suffocating weight that presses down on you. His fingers brush lightly against your cheek, but the gesture is distant, as if he's examining you, studying you for any sign of defiance.

"I don’t want to share you," he murmurs, his voice barely audible, the words almost a confession. "I don’t want to see you with anyone else. *You belong to me.*"

The phrase is possessive, a simple declaration of ownership that sends a shiver down your spine. You want to step back, to escape from his suffocating gaze, but his hand suddenly grabs your wrist, pulling you closer.

“Why do you make me feel this way?” he asks, his voice strained, as though he’s battling with something inside himself. “Why do you make me doubt you? Why do you push me away?”

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Giyuu’s punishment isn’t loud or violent — it’s quiet, almost gentle, but it’s more emotionally intense than anything you’ve experienced. The way he forces you to stay in his presence, to accept his interpretation of love, is more a form of psychological control than anything physical.

He pushes you back against the wall, not roughly, but with a firm hand. "You know what happens when you hurt me, right?" he asks, his voice eerily calm, as if he’s rationalizing everything to himself. "When you make me feel like this, like I’m not enough, it’s your fault."

He leans in close, so close that his breath brushes against your skin, and for a moment, you think you see something flicker in his eyes — not just anger, but fear. He’s terrified of losing you. He’s terrified that, despite everything he’s done for you, you might slip away.

"You make me feel like I’m *losing* you," he repeats, his voice thick with emotion. His hand grips your chin, forcing you to look into his eyes, to confront him head-on. "And when I feel like I’m losing you, I don’t know what I’ll do." His fingers twitch as if he’s struggling to hold back the need to control, to make you understand just how deep his obsession goes.

"Say it," he demands, his grip tightening. "Say that you won’t leave me. That I’m the only one for you. That you’ll never push me away again."

The way he says it — the command in his voice, the way his hand almost bruises your skin — makes you feel trapped, suffocated by his unyielding presence. There’s no escape, not from his obsession, not from the hold he has over you.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, your voice shaking as the weight of his words presses down on you. “I didn’t mean to upset you.”

His expression softens for a brief moment, the edge of his anger dissipating, but only momentarily. “I know you didn’t,” he says, his voice quiet now, almost affectionate, though it’s still laced with an underlying intensity. “But when you pull away from me… it hurts. I can’t stand it.”

Giyuu lets out a shaky breath, pulling you into a tight embrace, but there’s no comfort in it. His arms wrap around you like a vice, holding you in place, as if to make sure you can’t escape.

"You’re mine," he whispers in your ear. "You’re not allowed to leave me. Not now, not ever."

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When Giyuu finally pulls away, he seems calmer, though the undercurrent of possessiveness remains. His eyes still watch you carefully, tracking your every movement, making sure that you understand the weight of what just transpired.

"You won’t do that again, right?" he asks softly, his voice almost gentle, but still filled with that same dark edge. His hands are still hovering near you, as if he’s afraid to let you out of his sight.

You nod quickly, too afraid to speak, your mind still reeling from the emotional intensity of the punishment.

“I’m sorry,” you finally manage to say, your voice barely a whisper. “I won’t pull away again.”

Giyuu nods once, his lips curling into a faint, almost imperceptible smile — a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. "Good. Because if you do, I won’t let you go so easily."

As he pulls you back into his arms, you realize that his love, twisted as it is, is all-consuming. The grip he has on your heart is tighter than ever, and there’s no room for escape. You belong to him now — and in his mind, you always will. He can’t lose you, not when he lost so many people he loved.

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Shinobu Kocho

The sun is setting over the Butterfly Mansion, casting long, soft shadows on the well-maintained gardens. The scent of flowers and herbs fills the air, and everything seems peaceful and serene. However, the atmosphere inside the mansion is thick with a tension that cannot be ignored.

You’ve been acting distant lately. Perhaps it’s because of the long hours of work with the Demon Slayer Corps, or maybe it’s the growing distance between you and Shinobu. Her sharp observations have not gone unnoticed. Every time you avert your gaze, every time your attention lingers elsewhere, she sees it. And Shinobu, ever the methodical strategist, has begun to grow suspicious. *Too* suspicious.

Tonight, you had planned to relax together, but she had noticed your hesitance to spend time with her. You were too busy to attend dinner with her. You seemed preoccupied with your own thoughts, even when you shared a room together. To her, it felt like a betrayal. And in Shinobu’s mind, a betrayal must be punished — no matter how small, no matter how trivial it may seem.

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You arrive back at the mansion after a particularly grueling day. You think that you can slip into your room unnoticed, but as you enter the hallway, you’re met with the unmistakable sound of soft, measured footsteps. Shinobu stands at the end of the hall, her face as serene as ever, though there's something in her eyes — a quiet intensity, an unsettling coldness that makes your stomach twist.

Her expression remains calm, but her eyes narrow just slightly, a small detail that would have been easy to miss if you didn’t know her so well. "There you are," she says, her voice soft but carrying a weight beneath it. "I’ve been waiting for you."

You try to smile, to brush off the strange sensation creeping up your spine. "Sorry, I got caught up with a few things," you say, hoping it sounds convincing.

But Shinobu doesn’t smile back. Instead, she tilts her head ever so slightly, her eyes boring into yours as if she’s reading you. "Caught up with *what,* exactly?" Her voice is still sweet, still calm, but the underlying edge is sharp enough to send a chill down your spine.

“I… I just had some things to take care of,” you answer, a little too defensively. “It’s nothing to worry about.”

The corner of her lips twitches upward, but it’s not a smile. It’s something colder. "Oh, but I do worry," she says, stepping closer with each word. "I’ve been *worrying* about you all day. About why you’ve been so... distracted."

You try to step back, but she closes the distance in an instant, her movements eerily fluid, like the strike of a snake. Her fingers lightly graze your cheek, the touch so gentle, almost affectionate — but there’s something unsettling about the way her eyes never leave yours. She’s examining you, her gaze cold, sharp, calculating.

“I’ve noticed,” she continues, her voice lowering just a touch, “that you’ve been *avoiding me*.”

You swallow hard. It’s true. You haven’t been as affectionate with her lately. You’ve been distant. But you never thought it would come to this — you never thought she would notice or, worse, care so much.

Shinobu’s fingers trail down your arm, her touch light, like a breath against your skin, but the pressure builds. "Is there someone else?" she asks softly, her voice carrying a slight bite now. "Someone who’s distracting you from me?"

"No," you quickly say, your voice betraying you with its nervousness. "It’s not like that. I swear, it’s just—"

Her hand clamps down on your wrist suddenly, her grip deceptively strong. "Don’t lie to me," she whispers, her voice now dangerously sweet. "I don’t like being lied to. It makes me... upset."

She pulls you toward her, her fingers digging into your wrist, and with a swift motion, she presses you against the wall. The force of her body against yours sends a shiver down your spine. Her lips are barely a breath away from your ear, and she whispers in a tone so soft, it feels like a lullaby before the storm.

“You’ve been neglecting me, haven’t you? You’ve been avoiding me, pulling away from me. Why?”

You try to speak, but she cuts you off with a sharp, almost cruel laugh. "I think I know why. It’s because you think I won’t notice. You think I won’t see the way you look at others, the way you’re pulling away from me. You think I don’t care." She leans in closer, her lips brushing your ear as she continues. "But I *do* care. I care more than you can imagine."

You feel her hand slide up to your neck, her fingers almost delicately tracing along the skin. "And when I care this much... I have to make sure you don’t forget that." She looks into your eyes, her expression softening for just a moment, like a mask slipping, but then it’s gone, replaced by something darker.

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Her grip on your neck tightens just slightly, not enough to hurt, but enough to make you realize she’s in complete control. “You’ve hurt me,” she whispers, her voice barely above a murmur, but it’s laced with a venom that makes your blood run cold. “You’ve made me feel abandoned. Do you know what happens when you do that?”

You try to speak, to apologize, but she silences you with a soft, almost mocking laugh. "Shh, no words. Just listen."

With one fluid motion, Shinobu pulls away and produces a small vial from the folds of her Haori. It’s delicate, and the liquid inside swirls in a soft, almost hypnotic way, like the poison she’s so skilled in handling. Her fingers caress the vial as she looks at you with an unsettling calmness.

"You know what this is, don’t you?" she asks, tilting her head. "This is a special blend of poison, something I’ve crafted just for moments like this. I’m not going to hurt you... not physically, at least." Her voice is soft, as if she’s talking to a child. "But I *do* need to remind you of something very important, something you seem to have forgotten."

You stare at her, your heart racing. "Please, Shinobu, I didn’t mean to—"

"You *will* learn not to neglect me," she interrupts. “You will learn what happens when you make me feel this way."

With a smooth, practiced motion, she presses the vial against your lips, not enough to force you, but enough that the threat is clear. "Drink it. *It won’t hurt... much.*" Her voice is so calm, so serene, it’s almost like she’s asking you to do something trivial.

You hesitate. “What is it?”

Shinobu’s smile widens, but there’s no joy in it. "Just a little something to help you remember who you belong to. Drink it, and you’ll be fine. You’ll learn your lesson, and we can go back to the way we were. But if you don’t... well, I’m afraid you’ll have to *earn* my forgiveness in more *painful* ways."

Her voice isn’t cruel, but the way she says it makes your skin crawl. This is her version of punishment — a soft, poisonous reminder of who has control, who holds the power. There’s no escape. You have no choice but to comply. If you refuse, you will feel the full weight of her wrath, and the consequences will be much worse.

You swallow, the taste of the substance bitter and sharp, and as it settles in your throat, you feel your vision blur slightly, the edges of your thoughts fading away. She watches you with an almost clinical detachment, but in her eyes, there’s a flicker of satisfaction.

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Shinobu gently strokes your hair as you sit weakly against the wall, your body sluggish, but still functional. The poison isn’t lethal — it’s not meant to kill — but it leaves you dizzy, weak, and vulnerable. You feel like you’ve been brought to the brink of collapse, and her presence is the only thing anchoring you to reality.

"Now you understand," she murmurs softly, almost lovingly. "You *belong* to me. I can’t let you slip away. I won’t let anyone take you from me."

She kneels beside you, her fingers running through your hair as she watches you carefully, like a predator watching its prey. "From now on, remember who you belong to. I won’t tolerate being neglected. Not again."

Her voice softens as she leans closer, brushing her lips against your forehead in a chillingly gentle kiss. "I’ll always take care of you.

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Mitsuri Kanroji & Obanai Iguro

The quiet evening settles over the Demon Slayer Corps headquarters. Most of the other Hashira are either out on missions or retreating to their own quarters. However, in the darkened halls of the headquarters, you find yourself walking nervously toward your room. You've spent the day with the other Hashira, and while you tried to be as courteous and friendly as possible, you couldn't ignore the growing discomfort in your chest. Both Obanai and Mitsuri had become more possessive, more demanding of your attention in recent days. They were always around, always watching, always needing you.

Tonight, you feel it more than ever. You know they’ll be waiting for you.

As you open the door to your room, you’re greeted by an eerie stillness. The flickering light of a candle illuminates the two figures standing in the center of the room. Obanai’s sharp, calculating eyes glimmer from the shadows, while Mitsuri stands beside him, her posture unusually rigid. Both of them are perfectly still, as though they’ve been waiting for you.

The door creaks closed behind you, and in that moment, you feel trapped. The atmosphere is thick with tension, a suffocating weight pressing down on you.

Obanai’s voice cuts through the silence, low and dangerous. “You’ve been avoiding us.” His gaze never wavers from you, his sharp eyes boring into your every movement, every breath.

Mitsuri tilts her head, her wide eyes filled with a mix of confusion and sadness, but underneath, there’s an unmistakable sharpness. “Why are you pushing us away? Why don’t you want to be with us anymore?” Her tone is sweet, almost pleading, but the undertone is possessive, demanding.

You try to explain yourself, but Obanai steps forward, his gaze narrowing. “Don’t lie,” he warns, his voice sharp as a blade. “I’ve seen the way you act around others. The way your attention lingers elsewhere. You think we don’t notice?”

Mitsuri’s expression falters slightly, but she quickly replaces it with a forced smile, though there’s a dangerous edge to it. “Obanai’s right. We can’t let you get away with this. If you love us… you’ll never act like this again.” She steps closer to you, her movements gentle but firm. “You belong to us, don’t you? We’re the only ones who truly understand you. The only ones who will ever love you like we do.”

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Obanai and Mitsuri’s punishments are psychological and emotional, designed to reinforce the idea that their love is something you cannot escape from — that you belong to them, and they will go to any lengths to make sure you understand that.

Obanai moves first, his steps silent but quick, closing the distance between you in an instant. “You’ve hurt us,” he murmurs, his voice chilling in its calmness. “You’ve made us feel… unnecessary. Like you don’t care. Like we’re nothing.” He grabs your wrist in a vice-like grip, pulling you closer. His eyes flash with a cold, almost venomous glint. “Do you know how that feels?” he hisses, his breath hot against your ear. “To be ignored? To be treated like you’re just… replaceable?”

Mitsuri watches the scene unfold, her smile flickering for a moment as she steps closer, her fingers brushing lightly against your cheek in a tender, almost affectionate way. “We’re not angry at you,” she says, her voice soft but laden with an unsettling sweetness. “We just need you to understand. You’re ours. Only ours. Don’t you want to be with us? Forever?”

You feel a cold shiver run down your spine. They’ve both been so affectionate, so kind, but now their possessiveness is taking over. The warmth of Mitsuri’s touch feels suffocating, like a chain wrapping around your neck. You want to pull away, but Obanai’s grip on your wrist tightens, preventing you from moving.

“I want you to remember,” Obanai continues, his voice low, dangerous. “You will never push us away again. Not now, not ever.” He slowly starts to drag you towards the center of the room, his grip unyielding, as if he’s showing you exactly how much control he has over you.

Mitsuri steps in front of you, placing her hands on your shoulders and guiding you to your knees. “You belong to us,” she repeats, her eyes wide and sincere, though they carry an edge that makes your heart race. “You need to remember that. You can’t belong to anyone else. You can’t give your attention to anyone else.” Her voice softens, but the meaning behind it is clear. "If you keep this up, we won't be able to let you go. Ever."

Obanai steps back, watching you closely, his eyes full of calculation. “You’ll learn your lesson now,” he says, the coldness in his tone unmistakable. “Mitsuri will help you understand how much you mean to us.” His eyes flicker toward her, a silent command passing between them.

Mitsuri gently lifts your chin with her fingers, forcing you to look into her eyes. “We just want you to be happy,” she says sweetly, though her words are anything but kind. “We’re the ones who love you, who care for you. And if you won’t love us back the way we deserve, then we’ll make sure you understand.” She looks over her shoulder at Obanai, who gives a slight nod of approval.

Mitsuri’s hands slide from your face to your arms, her grip tightening slightly. Her eyes hold yours in a gaze that’s both soft and predatory, as if she’s trying to possess your very soul. “We can’t let you go. Ever. Don’t you understand? You can’t leave us.”

The words linger in the air, heavy and suffocating, and before you can react, she pulls you into a hug — tight and almost too tight. "You’ll see," she whispers softly, almost like a lullaby. "Once you realize how much we need you, how much we’ll always need you, everything will be okay. You'll never want to leave us again."

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The punishment ends as quickly as it began, but the effect lingers. Both Obanai and Mitsuri stand in front of you, their expressions softening slightly as they take in your weakened, compliant form. You've been physically released from their grips, but the mental and emotional weight of their words and actions will remain with you.

Obanai tilts his head slightly, his voice now softer but still heavy with a sense of control. “You’ve learned your place,” he murmurs, as if the whole scene had been a lesson for you. “Good. Now remember it. You’re ours.”

Mitsuri places a hand gently on your shoulder, her smile returning — bright, sweet, but still hiding the darkness beneath it. “We’ll be gentle with you now. But don’t forget what happens if you act up again. We’ll always be here. Always watching.”

They both stand close to you, as if in a silent agreement, making it clear that there’s no escaping their love. In their twisted world, there’s no room for anyone else. You belong to them — body, mind, and soul.

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Gyomei Himejima

The sun had just dipped beneath the horizon, and the world was bathed in the soft glow of twilight. The distant calls of birds echoed through the mountain air, but there was a quiet stillness that seemed to press against everything in the small temple. The only sound that mattered now was the steady breathing of Gyomei Himejima, the towering and muscular Hashira of the Stone Pillar.

He stood before the entrance of the temple, his thick, calloused hands gripping his war hammer with a firm but gentle hold, his broad shoulders tense with a mix of anger and sorrow. His normally stoic face was twisted into a scowl, the deep lines of his features more pronounced in his current state of emotional turmoil. Despite his imposing appearance, his eyes were filled with confusion and pain as he stared at his significant other, who stood just a few feet away from him.

His voice, when it finally came, was low and heavy, full of the raw intensity of his emotions. "Why? Why did you lie to me?"

Having been caught in a situation that would not be easily forgiven, stood frozen. They could feel the weight of Gyomei’s anger in the air, suffocating, like a thick fog. They had seen this side of him before—his temper, his overwhelming devotion. But this… this felt different. It was colder, darker, and far more dangerous.*

Gyomei’s grip tightened around his war hammer. The thought of betrayal, even if only a misunderstanding or a minor infraction, made his heart burn with a violent, uncontrollable passion. His love for his significant other was deep—almost obsessive. In his mind, *they were his*, and no one else could claim them, not even by a fleeting glance or a misplaced word.

"You... You hurt me." His voice broke slightly, like he was trying to hold back tears. His large, scarred hands shook, but his body remained still. "You... think I wouldn't notice? That you could deceive me?"

He took a step forward, his footfalls heavy and deliberate. His presence loomed larger with each step. "Did you think I wouldn't protect you? Did you think I wouldn't see it?"

His eyes locked onto them, his expression shifting into something that bordered on the edge of madness. "I give you everything, and yet you... betray me?"

You, feeling a tight knot form in their stomach, swallowed their fear. They opened their mouth, but words failed them. There was no justification, no excuse for what had transpired—an innocent interaction with another person, maybe an accidental flirtation or a misplaced compliment from someone else. But Gyomei didn’t see it that way. His mind was consumed by the thought that they had betrayed him, and his overwhelming protectiveness had twisted into something darker.

Gyomei closed the distance between them. His hands—rough as stone, yet gentle as a lullaby when he wished them to be—gripped their arms, pulling them close. There was no malice in the action, only the deep and suffocating need to have them close, to remind them of their place.

"Do you understand what you've done?" Gyomei's voice dropped to a whisper, dangerously calm, as his grip tightened. "Do you understand the pain you caused me?"

You felt a cold sweat form on their brow as they looked up at him, the immense size of the man before them causing their heart to race. His breath was steady, but his eyes—his eyes were like an unrelenting storm. They could see the conflict within them, the push and pull between the man who loved them and the monster he feared he might become.

"I love you." Gyomei said again, as if it were a plea, a prayer. "And I cannot let anyone take you away from me. I will not tolerate this again."

His voice shook slightly, and his body trembled with the effort to maintain control. "If you want to hurt me... then you'll have to suffer with me, too."

With a sudden movement, he let go of them and took a step back. The tension in the air grew thick, suffocating.

"Stay with me..” he said, his voice eerily calm now. "Stay with me, and never betray me again."

His eyes softened for a moment, almost like he was asking for reassurance, like he was trying to find the person he loved amidst the fear he had instilled. "Because if you do… I’ll have no choice but to make sure you never have the chance to hurt me again."

A silence fell between them. The weight of his words lingered, thick and suffocating, as Gyomei stood there, waiting for them to respond. His love was all-consuming, a devotion that would protect them at all costs—yet it also carried the potential for destruction.

Gyomei stared at them for a long moment before his face softened, and he stepped forward, enveloping them in an embrace so fierce it almost felt as if he were holding them together against the very forces of the world.

His voice was barely above a whisper now. "I know. I know, But please… never again."

And in that moment, the line between love and obsession blurred even further. Gyomei’s love was a promise, but it was one that came with a cost—a cost that would demand loyalty, faith, and unyielding devotion.

And for those who could not—or would not—return it, the consequences were far too steep to imagine.

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Sanemi Shinazugawa

The night was unbearably still, save for the rhythmic patter of rain hitting the earth in a soft but unrelenting symphony. The moonlight barely cut through the thick clouds above, casting only faint shadows that danced across the mud-slicked paths surrounding the Shinazugawa estate. Inside, however, the air was thick with an entirely different kind of tension—a storm brewing inside a small, dimly lit room.

Sanemi Shinazugawa, the Wind Hashira, stood at the far side of the room, his muscles tense, his eyes wild with the storm raging within him. The rain tapped against the windows, but his focus was entirely on **[Y/N]**, his significant other, who was standing near the door, their hands trembling as they tried to maintain a semblance of control.

His silver hair, damp from the rain, stuck to his forehead, and his breath came out in harsh, uneven puffs. His eyes, which could burn with intensity in a battlefield, now burned with something far darker. There was anger—yes, but also hurt. It was a combination that turned his normally fierce expression into something almost unrecognizable.

"Y/n," he growled, his voice deep, rough, and laden with venom. "Why... why *didn't* you come back to me? Huh?"

Your heart raced, the fear creeping into their chest. They had made the mistake of walking away earlier that day, leaving Sanemi to deal with a mission on his own, something he had made clear *he didn't want to do alone*. It had been an innocent misstep, but with Sanemi, things were never that simple. He couldn’t handle even the slightest perceived abandonment, and now, his emotions had morphed into something much darker, like a storm on the verge of breaking.

"You were gone for hours," he continued, stalking forward with slow, deliberate steps. "Do you know what that does to me? Makes me think you're *leaving* me. Makes me think I’m not enough for you. Makes me think…" His voice trailed off, and his fingers clenched into fists at his sides.

You took a step back instinctively, unsure of what he would do next. "Sanemi, I—"

"Don’t *lie* to me," he barked, his voice rising like a whip, sharp and cruel. "I saw you. I saw you with *them*, didn’t I? Talking, laughing, so *comfortable* with them. You think I didn’t notice?"

His eyes glinted with that dangerous, obsessive glint, the look of a man on the edge, the kind of look that sent a chill through Your spine. They wanted to apologize, to explain, but something told them it was already too late.

Sanemi's fist slammed into the wall beside them, cracking the stone with a force that made the entire room shake. His breathing was ragged as he turned his gaze back to You, his eyes narrowing, wild and full of torment. He was no longer the calm, collected warrior of the Demon Slayer Corps. In this moment, he was a man consumed by jealousy, by the need to possess, by the overwhelming belief that his world—his *love*—was slipping through his fingers.

"*You belong to me,*" he growled, taking another step closer. His voice was quiet now, but there was a terrifying intensity in it. "Do you get that? You belong *to me*. No one else can have you. No one else can even *look* at you."

You flinched, their heart sinking. They tried to protest, to tell him it was nothing, that they hadn't meant anything by it, but Sanemi was already too far gone. He had built his entire sense of self on being strong—on being irreplaceable, unyielding—and to him, the idea of anyone threatening that, even inadvertently, was a betrayal.

Without warning, he seized their arm in a brutal grip, yanking them toward him with such force that you stumbled, caught off guard by the suddenness of it. They could feel his anger in every inch of his body, his pulse quickening as he pulled them closer.

"You don’t get it, do you?" he snarled, his teeth gritted. His other hand shot up to their chin, tilting their face upward so they were forced to meet his searing gaze. "You’re mine, and I will *never* let you forget that."

The tension in his muscles was palpable, as though the very idea of losing them was enough to tear him apart from the inside. His breath was warm against their skin, but his body was rigid, like a coiled spring about to snap. His voice was softer now, almost pleading, but still edged with a ferocity that couldn’t be ignored.

"I love you," he said, his words raw, almost desperate. "But if you ever *do* that again, if you ever make me think that you might leave me... I’ll make you regret it."

You felt the cold sweat trickling down their back, their mind racing to figure out how to calm him down. "Sanemi, I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to make you feel like that…"

But he wasn’t listening anymore. He was too far gone. His grip tightened painfully around their chin, and his eyes flickered with a deep, possessive hunger. "You better hope you don’t make me feel like that again," he warned, his voice dark and full of something dangerous. "Because next time, I won’t be so forgiving."

He finally released their chin, but not before his fingers lingered, his touch almost possessive in its lingering presence. Sanemi’s eyes softened just slightly, though the storm within them hadn’t passed completely.

"I’m sorry. I… I didn’t mean to hurt you," he muttered, the words barely a whisper. "But don’t make me feel like that again, okay? Don’t make me *lose* you."

The rawness in his voice made you feel a pang of guilt, but also fear—fear of what Sanemi might do next time. They had seen glimpses of this side of him before—the part of him that was willing to go to any lengths to keep them close. His love was fierce and unwavering, but in this state, it could also become all-consuming and suffocating.

He stepped back, though his eyes never left them. "If you understand, come here."

It wasn’t a request. It was a command. His voice had shifted back to its usual intensity, but there was still an undercurrent of uncertainty—a man who feared being hurt more than he feared hurting someone else.

You hesitated, but they took a step forward, slowly walking into his embrace, their body trembling as he enveloped them in his arms.

Sanemi held them tightly, his grip firm, almost desperate. "You’re mine," he whispered again, as if reassuring himself. "And no one—no one—will ever take you from me."

As you melted into his embrace, they knew that Sanemi's love was something fierce, something overwhelming—but also something that could easily turn to something darker if they weren't careful. His heart, full of passion and fear, was capable of both great devotion and devastating wrath. And they had just witnessed how far his love could push him.

And somehow, despite the fear, they couldn’t deny that part of them wanted to be the one to keep him grounded, to be the one who could save him from his own destructive need for control.

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I got tired to write more of the characters but I might make a part two for Inosuke Hashibira, Nezuko Kamado, Tanjiro Kamado, Kanao Tsuyuri, Muichiro Tokito, Zenitsu Agatsuma, Genya Shinazugawa, Aoi Kanzaki if I have time. These characters would have a platonic relationship towards reader.

It’s really late right now and I apologize if my writing changed a few times or characters weren’t written correctly

[kingkatsuki]

— my protector

Tengen needs your help in trying to locate his wives on a mission, and Sanemi is furious.

Get me a man who’s only soft for us, stat😫😭

Pairing: Shinazugawa Sanemi x f!reader.

Warnings: 18+, established relationship, reader is a fellow hashira, jealous Sanemi (for literally no reason), possessiveness, rough sex, slight degradation, fingering, multiple orgasms, breeding, creampie.

Word Count: 4.2k.

All Sanemi could see was red, fiery red as he roamed the halls of the Butterfly Mansion, ignoring the pain in his right arm from the wound Aoi had just patched up moments earlier.

“Shinobu will kill you if she finds you drawing your sword in here!” Aoi called after him, but Sanemi could care less as his eyes sought out the Sound Pillar.

He had just returned from a three-week-long mission to find out that Uzui had enlisted you for help on one of his missions. Practically offering you up as bait to try and find his wives who had gone missing, like that was even your problem. And Sanemi knew you were always so eager and willing to help, it was something he loved and loathed about you at the same time.

The rage continued building inside him as he pulled open another sliding door aggressively, the wood gliding back from the force as he skimmed another empty room before continuing further through the mansion.

“Listen to me, Shinazugawa.” Aoi huffed, followed after him as one of the only people inside the mansion who weren’t scared of the white-haired man, “I told you Shinobu won’t be pleased to find out you’re breaking all her doors.”

“Fuck her,” Sanemi rolled his eyes, “Where’s Uzui?”

“If you would’ve actually stopped for five minutes to let me explain, instead of being such a jerk,” Aoi crossed her arms over her chest with a huff, “He left with her a few hours ago. Said it couldn’t wait much longer, that his wives may be in danger—”

“How the fuck is that her problem?” Sanemi growled, “So he isn't here?”

“No, but I would advise you don't follow him. Your wounds—” Sanemi ignored Aoi, already halfway down the hall as he marched towards the entrance, determined to find you on his own. It was when he stepped into the courtyard that he saw Uzui coming in by the front gate with a wide smile on his face.

“Ah, my crow told me you were back!” Uzui made to step towards him to finish the conversation, but Sanemi’s sword was already drawn as he stepped towards the larger man, “Perfect timing, my friend!”

“You fucking left her there?” Sanemi barked, “Why are you back here?”

“I came to get you at the request of your lady love,” Uzui grinned as Sanemi curled his lip in irritation at the pet name, “She made me promise to tell you as soon as you got back from your mission because she wouldn’t be around. And I thought you'd prefer a personal greeting.”

“Why the fuck are you sending her on your missions anyway,” Sanemi continued, ignoring Uzui's grin, “And leaving her there!”

“It hasn’t even been twelve hours,” Uzui shrugged, standing in place even as Sanemi stepped towards him.

“That’s already twelve hours too damn long, you prick.” Sanemi drew his sword as he made to lunge towards his fellow hashira.

“She’s probably safer there than she’d ever be out in the field,” Uzui dodged a blow with the hilt of his sword, the guard barely protecting his hands as he used his body weight to push the Wind Pillar back.

“Probably?” Sanemi roared, “She’s probably got sick fucks like you all over her right now.”

“Oh,” Uzui’s lips curled into a cocky smirk at the admission, standing upright as he pushed some fallen hair away from his eyes, “So that’s it— you’re jealous.”

“I ain’t jealous, you fuckwad.” Sanemi grunted as he attempted another slash towards Uzui, knowing it was serious when the wind user hadn’t even bothered to use his power.

“Sure seems like it,” Uzui scoffed, taking another step back to avoid his attack, “Nothing is stopping you from visiting her, you know. She’s only a few towns across and I'm here to take you right to her.”

“Oh, you’re taking me to her,” Sanemi spat, “Right fucking now.”

“Someone is asking for me?” You raised a brow suspiciously at the implication. Wondering if this meant the demons had realised that you were in fact a slayer intent on taking their head. Your stomach swirled in trepidation as you tried not to show any fear, smiling at the young girl by the door as you bowed your head.

“Yeah, and frankly I’m glad,” She clung to the belt of her kimono, “He looks scary!”

“I definitely don’t want to spend the night with him,” Another girl grimaced, “I don’t think I’d make it out alive.”

You frowned, worried that you wouldn’t have time to access your katana to holster it beneath your kimono. Instead, all you had was the small dagger strapped against your thigh, which you were certain wouldn’t be enough to protect you from the attack of a demon. But at least it was better than nothing, knowing he wouldn’t attack until you were at least secure back inside this room as you bowed your head. Following her down the stairs to the entrance of the establishment, feeling a cool breeze tickle your ankles from the open door and curtain flowing in the wind.

Your heart stilled when you noticed the familiar man standing by the entrance, glaring at anyone who dared look his way as you felt your chest swell with familiarity. You hadn’t expected to see him here this night, and you certainly hadn’t expected him to be asking after you.

“Is this the girl you were asking after, my Lord?”

“Yes,” He grunted as the Madame motioned him to step forward and follow you back to your room.

You had to stop yourself jumping him in the foyer, wanting nothing more than to wrap your arms around him and cling to his broad shoulders.

Feeling the heat practically radiating from his body as you slid open the sliding door to your room, stepping to the side to allow Sanemi to follow before sliding it shut. And in an instant, his rough hands were grabbing hold of the fat at your hips to pull your body against his, your lips meeting in a bruising kiss.

Your hands reached up to thread through his messy hair as the scent of the woods mixed with his natural sweat invaded your senses. He clearly hadn’t bothered to bathe when he returned from his mission, far more concerned with finding you.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” He spoke against your lips when you finally pulled away for air, still holding onto you as your nails dragged against his scalp, “I had to come home to find out you’re helping Uzui?”

“Tengen needed my help,” You murmured, and Sanemi’s nose scrunched in irritation at the use of the Sound Pillars' first name.

“Tengen,” He mocked the pitch of your voice, “Has three fucking wives that can help him, I only have one.”

“Technically,” You parroted his tone, giving him a cocky smirk as you felt his fingers press into the skin at your hips, “I’m not even your wife.”

“You’re as good as,” Sanemi scoffed as he stole another kiss, “And Uzui would do well to remember it.”

“His wives are missing,” You mumbled sadly.

“So does that mean he’s looking for a fourth?” Sanemi frowned at you as you couldn’t help but smile and shake your head at his jealousy.

“No,” You lowered your voice to a whisper, “He hasn’t heard from them for a few days, the letters have stopped coming— and he thinks something bad may have happened to them.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Sanemi couldn’t lie that it had hurt to find out from someone else that you wouldn’t be there upon his return, whether it was jealousy or the fear of losing you he was unsure. But either way, it left him with that familiar sense of dread that pooled in the pit of his stomach and threatened to boil over.

“I’m sorry, but there wasn’t much time,” You did wish you’d sent your crow to warn him, but Uzui had promised you that he would let Sanemi know. Especially since you were doing this for the sake of his wives, “He needed my help, so I offered.”

“You’re far too nice.” Sanemi shook his head, using his grip on your hips to pull you into another sultry kiss.

“I thought that’s why you loved me.” You teased.

“No,” Sanemi scoffed, “I love you for your perfect ass,” He spanked your cheek for emphasis, “Everything else is either a bonus or a crux on my life.”

“You pig.” You scrunched your nose as Sanemi couldn’t stop himself from stealing another kiss.

“I’m kidding, sweetheart,” Sanemi’s eyes softened as he reached up to cup your face in a calloused palm. His thumb stroking gentle circles against your cheek as you leaned into his touch, “But you really should stop putting yourself in harm's way.”

“I’m a hashira,” You replied simply, “It’s what we do to protect others.”

“Protecting others doesn’t mean becoming a whore.” He spat, although you knew there was no malice there. The harsh tone covered up the fear and dread he felt in your gut at the prospect of something happening to you.

“And yet here you are, at the whorehouse requesting me by name.” You smiled back, relishing in the pink hue that dusted his pale cheeks.

“I just don’t want to lose you,” His tone sobered, resting his forehead against your own as he stared down into your eyes, “What a pitiful existence it would be.”

“You won’t lose me, Sanemi.” You wrapped your arms around his waist to pull his body against you, feeling his semi-hard cock press against your hip. The time without you made even more conspicuous when he's now surrounded by the comforting scent of you again.

“Did anyone touch you?” He immediately pulled back, concern evident in his features as he looked you over.

“No, I’ve been fine,” You shook your head, “They’ve mainly had me sitting down for tea with travellers passing through.”

“Good,” He pressed a kiss against your forehead in relief as he exhaled softly, “You have no idea how much I missed you, sweet girl.”

He peppered kisses along the curve of your jaw as you tilted your head back to give him more room. Your hands smoothed along his collarbones before dipping lower to trace patterns against the marred skin that scarred his chest, pressing your fingers into the ridges as you felt the tacky sweat clinging to his skin.

“I missed you too,” You whimpered gently as his teeth found your pulse point, biting down on the sensitive skin as his tongue lashed against it.

Sanemi bullied his muscular thigh between your parted legs to keep you steady against the wall as he shamelessly fiddled with the belt of your kimono. Letting the fabric fall open as he drank in the sight of your bare skin beneath, his firm hands immediately paw at your bare sides. Noticing the small dagger that you had holstered against one of your thighs as he ran his fingers over the handle of it in satisfaction.

“That’s my girl.” He murmurs, “Not planning to use that on me are you?”

He teased, pushing it back into the holster as he moved his hands back up the curve of your hips towards your chest. Truth be told, he was relieved that you had some form of protection in here. Especially when there was the chance that a demon was responsible for the spate of missing persons in the area.

“It depends if you’re nice to me or not,” You mused.

“I’m always nice.” The words coming from Sanemi’s lips alone were enough to have a melodic laugh rumbling in your chest, as for most, Sanemi and nice were complete contradictions.

“Liar,” Throwing your head back in a pretty laugh that had Sanemi’s heart rattling against his rib cage.

“I mean, I’m always nice to you, aren’t I?” Sanemi’s thumbs stroked the underside of your breasts as he delighted in the way your body responded to him, curving your back towards him as your bare cunt pressed against the flat of his thigh.

“We shouldn’t,” You murmured, “Not here—”

“Let me have this, sweetheart,” He hummed, leaning down to capture one of your pebbled nipples between his lips as he sucked hard, “I am a paying customer, after all.”

In fact, he was going to get that money from Uzui for his pure subordination.

“Why pay for something you can get for free at home?” You teased as he afforded your other breast the same attention, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin as you let out another airy moan.

“My girl wasn’t there when I arrived home, and I had heard the girls here were beautiful,” He played along, “Apparently there’s one with the best fuckin’ pussy.”

“Oh yeah?” You gasped as you felt his fingers press against the indents of your thighs, dangerously close to your labia as you bucked against his leg. Giving your clit some slight relief as Sanemi continued forward, his thumb brushing through the wet slick that coated your folds as it drooled out of your neglected hole.

“Yeah,” He repeated, pulling away from your breast with a pop as he found your clit. Pressing sloppy circles against it with the calloused pad of his thumb as he watched you shamelessly grind yourself into his touch, “Apparently she’s already fucked into the shape of another guy though.”

“Must be a lucky guy,” Your eyes rolled back, knocking your head against the wall when you felt two of his thick digits slip inside your tight hole with ease. Scissoring them to loosen you up as he pulled back to watch you inquisitively through half-lidded eyes.

“The fuckin’ luckiest.” Sanemi grinned as he felt your walls throb around his fingers. He deliberately curled them towards the spongy spot inside you that he knew would have you seeing stars as he began to focus each roll of his wrist against it.

His name continued to spill from your lips as he kept his movements poised and focused, his rough thumb kneading circles against your clit as he worked you towards your release. No one knew your body better than he did, and he knew after being pent up for so long how little effort it would take to have you dangling on the edge of your release.

“Fuck, Sanemi.” You moaned, already feeling yourself dangerously close to falling, “I’m gonna cum.”

“Then cum.” He spoke as though it was the most obvious thing in the world, and his blase tone immediately had your cunt clenching around him as you swan dived directly into your bliss. The pleasure surged through your body hard and fast as you came undone, his darkened eyes focused on your movements a he kept his fingers pressed against that same velvety spot. Following the wave of your hips as you rode out your release, unrelenting against the sensitive area as he already had you hurtling towards a second.

It was too much, and not enough at the same time. Your pliant walls throbbed around his slick digits as you wished for something more, something bigger.

“‘Nemi, fuck me please.” You whined pitifully.

“Such a filthy mouth on such a pretty girl,” He teased, but he pulled his fingers away from your sopping heat, lifting them up to the light to spread them as you noticed the silvery webs of your release clinging to them as he pushed them between your lips to taste yourself.

You tried to speak, but the pads of his fingers against your tongue muffled the words as you cleaned them off. His lips curled into a satisfied smile as he pulled them out of your mouth, dragging your glossy bottom lip down in the process as both hands immediately reached for his belt.

“When we get home I am fucking you like you deserve.” Sanemi spoke coolly, “Not some quick fuck in a whorehouse.”

“I deserve everything you give me, 'Nemi.” You smile up at him lazily before watching him tug his pants down, revealing his fat cock to your prying gaze.

You immediately reached for it, and he let you. Hissing when your smaller palm wrapped around the girth of him, giving him a teasing jerk that had his nostrils flaring and his jaw locking. Your thumb swipes over the swollen tip to gather the pearl of pre before smoothing it down his length, delighting in the choked grunt that rumbled at the back of his throat.

“Is that so?” He continued, “So bending you over the moment I get you home will be deserved,” His voice darkened, his own palm joining yours against his length as he tightened your grip on his cock, holding your hand steady as he fucked himself into your fist, “You tease.”

“Fuck,” Your cunt throbbed around nothing at his suggestion, as you instinctively spread your legs further apart, “Please, 'Nemi.”

Sanemi curled a palm beneath your thigh to hoist it up against his hip, spreading you open for him as you guided the leaky tip of his cock between you. Stroking it against your drenched folds as you coated him with your essence, moaning when the swollen tip nudged your puffy clit. Feeling yourself growing more impatient as Sanemi pulled his hips back to tease you, pushing your hand away from his cock as he wrapped himself in a fist. Pressing the head against your tight entrance as he felt your hole tremble against him, trying desperately to coax him in as he indulged himself with your reaction.

“‘Nemi, don’t be an asshole,” You pouted as you tried to can’t your hips forward, feeling the tip breach your entrance before he was quick to move his hips back. More than content with teasing you, despite being in such an open, compromising place.

“If I were an asshole I’d leave you unsatisfied like this to search for the demon myself,” He goaded, pressing his hips forward once more.

“Sanemi,” You whined in irritation, “Don’t tease me, please, it’s been too long.”

He didn’t give you a moment to think before he was bullying his cock inside your tight cunt. Your inner walls stretched to accommodate his girth as he moulded you to the shape of him once more, reminding you of exactly who you belonged to. The sensation stole the air from your lungs as you could do little but cling to his broad shoulders as he afforded you a moment to adjust to his size, dragging himself from your velvety walls before canting his hips forward again. Setting a languid motion as he slowly rolled his hips against you.

“Sanemi,” You sighed in satisfaction as you felt whole once more. Too many lonely nights were spent dreaming of this as you felt him finally bottom out, the coarse hairs at the base tickling your clit as you bit down on your bottom lip.

“We’re in a whorehouse,” He mused, still sluggishly rolling his hips into you, “It only seems right that I treat you like one.”

Your cunt clenched around his cock hard at the notion, something that didn’t go unnoticed by Sanemi who grinned in satisfaction. His fingers tighten their grip around your thigh as he takes this as his answer.

Sanemi is brutal as he fucks into you, not sparing you a moment's peace as he uses you for his own gratification. The sound of skin against skin echos the small room as his balls slap against the curve of your ass with each forward cant of his hips. The ferocity of his thrusts has your breasts bouncing and your thighs crying out for some relief as you struggle to stand upright, thankful that Sanemi’s strong body has you pinned against the wall as he fucks into you.

“Oh my god,” You cry out, nails digging into his skin as he maintains his pace. His other hand squeezes at the fat of your ass as he angles his hips, the curve of his cock drags against the spot inside you that he knows will have you seeing stars as the blunt tip kneads your cervix.

“Look at me.” Sanemi growls, his warm breath fanning your face as he keeps a consistent pace.

Your eyes meet his and you’re certain you’ll cum under the intensity of his gaze alone, your cunt clenches in retaliation as he continues to thrust into your sopping hole. Each sultry moan he pulls from deep in your chest has him rolling his hips with more vigour, eager to have you repeat them as he works you towards your climax.

It’s pitiful really, how easily he has you submitting to him as you already feel the telltale signs of your climax ebbing in your pelvis. The pressure builds up as it nears breaking point as Sanemi pushes into you with more ferocity, using your body for his own means as he works himself to his own release.

“I’m going to leave you pumped full of my seed,” He growls against your cheek, his chest heaving as he feels his balls begin to tighten, “Leave it drooling down your thighs when I’m finished with you. So that everyone knows who you belong to—”

You knew this was a direct attack on Uzui, and the fact that he’d handpicked you for his assistance on this mission. Even though there was nothing in it beyond securing the safety of his wives, it had Sanemi oozing with jealousy and he was intent on reminding the Sound Pillar that you were not his plaything.

“Do you also need a reminder of who you belong to, sweetheart?” Sanemi spoke lowly as he fucked into your pliant walls, slipping a hand between your connected bodies to press sloppy circles to your clit.

“No, ‘Nemi—” That familiar sensation throbbed between your thighs as you teetered on the cusp of your climax.

“No? Then who do you belong to?”

“You, ‘Nemi. You—” You choked out, leaving messy red lines against his chest now as he pressed harder against your clit.

“Louder.”

“You, ‘Nemi! It’s always been you!” You cry out, certain that the rest of the floor could hear you as you began to gush around his cock. Your hips bucked wildly as he pinned you in place, keeping his thumb firm against your clit as he watched you ride out your climax. Indulging in the debauched noises that escaped from between your pretty, bruised lips.

“Good girl,” He snarled before moving his hand from your clit to resume a damn near savage pace. Rutting hips against your own messily, working himself towards his own end as he felt the way your walls continued clenching around him in the aftershocks of your climax, “Such a good girl for me.”

He arched his back so he could look down at where your bodies were connected, watching the way his thick cock disappeared inside your velvety walls. And the creamy ring of slick that you’d left around the base of him, the silvery lines matting into his pubes as he felt his balls begin to seize. Certain he wouldn’t be able to last much longer before giving a few more sloppy thrusts and emptying his balls into your warm, wet cunt.

Sanemi stayed buried inside you, feeling the last spurts of his orgasm surge through him as he coated your walls in thick, white spunk. Cherishing the final few flutters of your walls around him as you both came down from your highs, peppering kisses against your face as you placed a palm against his chest to feel his racing heart, the dull thump of it soothing you as you felt your thick lashes begin to flutter.

“Don’t fall asleep, sweetheart.” Sanemi rasped, starting to pull himself out of your spent cunt as you whined in objection. Trying to tighten your thigh around him to keep his hips in position as he grinned down at you; pressing an apologetic kiss to the side of your lips before looking down to see the mess of your combined release stringing against his length as the silvery lines split apart, “I’m sorry, I’ve gotta.”

You knew he had to go, Uzui was probably still waiting for him on a rooftop somewhere. Hopeful that you’d have some news to share with Sanemi about the whereabouts of his wives, but you felt the regret begin to pool in the pit of your stomach as reality settled back in.

“If you want to leave with me, I’ll take you right now,” He said as though it was the most simple thing in the world, “But if you want to stay in I’ll be watching.”

You didn’t have to tell him your answer, he already knew. Placing a final, lingering kiss on your lips as he held you in his arms, “Nothing will ever happen to you as long as I’m around.”

[bunbunlovestowrite]

How the Hashira men react to your neighbor asking you to be quiet

Characters: Tengen, Sanemi, Rengoku, Obanai, Gyomei, Giyuu,

Additional shit: Swearing, Sanemi fighting said neighbor, Rengoku being blunt, mentions of sex, ooc mot likely :p

Tengen

He couldn't care less

His whole thing is being flashy and loud so he wants you to be loud

Like it's not his fault that dick is magical

After he shoos your neighbor away he makes sure to be as loud as possible that night

He's pounding into your cunt and you swear your gonna break when he whispers "okay now scream exactly how big my dick is. Don't forget the tip color-"

He gets cut off by you hitting him with the pillow

Way to ruin the mood

But that doesn't stop him and instead he goes harder, making sure the bed creaks loud ASF for your neighbor

"Not my fault he doesn't know how to please a woman." Is his main reason for doing so

He really wants you to scream his name so it's imbedded in your neighbors head

"Morning N/N!" Him to your neighbor from the balcony while your trying to get out of bed and failing

"Actually die." Both you and your neighbor to Tengen

Sanemi

Cares alot

Why the fuck is that limp dick biscuit talking to you and him? Who does he think he is?

You were the one who broke the news to him thankfully cause if Sanemi was the one who opened the door then you'd have to see your husband through glass in a prison

Just kidding. The Slayer corp would get him out of trouble if he didn't do it himself.

Anyways

Sanemi made it his goal to piss your neighbor off as much as possible

Your under him, practically creaming on his cock, and he's slamming the wall yelling "This loud enough yet?! Huh!?"

Not kidding I can see him doing that

He quite literally had you against a window where your neighbors could see him destroying you just to make them mad or uncomfortable, hopefully both.

But then he'd get pissed someone else would see you all naked and fucked out so he settled for the wall next to the window

One day your neighbor, finally having enough, bangs on your door yelling and guess who opens it...Sanemi!!

Good Lord was he waiting for this

It took one punch and the guy was out

Kinda what happens when you put a normal dude against a guy who kills demons for a living

Rengoku

He's a good neutral between caring and not caring

Like he doesn't wanna make your neighbors mad but he also loves hearing your screams

So he tries to keep you quiet during sex but fails since he gets to into it to give a fuck

The next days his loud ass voice wakes you up

"IM SORRY FOR MAKING INCREDIBLE LOVE TO MY WIFE!" He's not being sarcastic thats his genuine apology

Your facepalming and you want to die when you see your neighbor and she can't look at you

"PERHAPS SHES MAD BECAUSE HER HUSBAND CANNOT PLEASE HER!" Rengoku says casually and you know she can hear you from outside in her garden

"Inside voices!" You place your hands over his mouth to try and shut him up.

It works for a bit before he's yelling again

You love your husband but holy shit you wish he would speak normally sometimes

He's actually quiet in bed though

So your the problem (real)

Obanai

I'm not an Obanai fan so forgive me for how bad his section will be

Obanai is a quiet mf, and you're not even that loud

It's your neighbor who was the problem

A little old man whose hearing aids apparently had the power of 67 suns

You and Obanai found this out when he was outside training and your neighbor came over

He was so sweet and polite and even chuckled at Obanai's redness

Obanai cared at first but got over it

You? You make sure to not make a PEEP in bed

Okay that pisses Obanai off but he understands your reasons

At least make a gasp or sum cause he's over here like "Wait does this feel good? Can she feel it? Did I forget where the clit is?"

Brother is STRESSING

Then you cum and he's like "ah"

Then he's like "Did you take it?"

You have to keep yourself from murdering him cause how tf would you fake squirting

Gyomei

Babe I'm not gonna lie, you're a screamer

Gyomei is built like a house and your telling me your just gonna whine and whimper?

NO

Your over here crying and screaming into his chest, neck, the pillow, anything.

And Gyomei loves it!

He can't see your reactions so hearing and feeling them let's him know he's doing good

Gyomei isn't loud but he's not quiet

He'll grunt and moan and praise you, but he's not gonna cry out.

Well he'll cry but you can never tell from what

When the pussy so good you start crying 😭🙏

When your neighbor politely asked you to be a tad bit quieter Gyomei actually laughed

Not in a 'nah we'll keep being loud' way but more of a 'sorry we'll be quiet' way. He also found it hilarious how you actually died of embarrassment.

Don't worry he thinks its endearing

Yet it was kinda hard for him since he enjoyed hearing you

But your touches and now quieter moans made that better

And then there's also you literally drawing blood from his back you were scratching so hard

Giyuu

Holy shit you have never seen him so embarrassed

Like you could shade match his Haori to him and get the exact same color

He was the one your neighbor told and he stopped working when 'loud' and 'moaning' left their lips

If a demon doesn't kill him then his own actions will

Giyuu isn't loud, and he loves that he can make you feel so good that your loud for him.

But he didn't want your neighbor back over at your house so he tried to keep you quiet

You were super confused when he held his hand over your mouth in bed and he just pointed to your neighbors house. Then you got it.

So you nod and try to keep quiet.

You know in school when the teacher tells you and a friend to shut up but they look at you funny and you break?

Yeah that was you

You were riding Giyuu one night and you were loud so he was like "holy shit I love you but please- I can't look our neighbor in the eyes anymore."

And you couldn't help but laugh

Like howling

You calmed down obviously but sex was very giggle filled after that

You've never seen Giyuu so panicked

But give him a week and he'll stop caring

[ponderingmoonlight]

Seeing kny men shirtless for the first time

Pairings: Rengoku x fem!reader; Gyomei x fem!reader; Sanemi x fem!reader (bonus: all hashira men x fem!reader)

Word Count: 3,2k

Warnings: this might be a little shitty so be nice pls, this is actually the first time I ever wrote for Gyomei so please please please let me know what you think! not 100% proofread 🥹🤍

Rengoku Kyojuro

“Have you seen Rengoku-san? There’s something I want to ask him about our upcoming mission.”

Tengen tilts his head to the side ever so slightly, lips unable to keep that dirty grin off his face. Yeah, surely you’re asking for a mission and not because you’re having a crush on the flame hashira since joining the pillars.

“He went outside in the gardens to view the blooming roses”, he lies oh so innocently.

A bright smile creeps up your face, heart already skipping a beat in excitement. If you were only brave enough to finally ask Kyojuro out, how easier your life would be if you’d just keep your distance to him. But the prospect of seeing him alone is enough for your mind to go blank. Hopefully, the others don’t notice.

“Thank you so much, Tengen”, you blurt out with a hasty bow before yanking out of the room.

“Didn’t he say he wanted to change since he sweated so much during training?”, Shinobu thinks out loud.

“Yeah, that’s going to be a lot of fun”, Tengen replies with a smirk plastered onto his face.

Your mind races back and forth as you make your way to the gardens. What will you even ask him? Maybe what he has planned, if he already knows something? What if you mess up? This is actually the first time you and Kyojuro got assigned a mission together. You have to make a good impression or otherwise, he won’t take you with him again.

“Rengoku-san, I don’t mean to disturb you, but I have a few questions regarding the ne-“

Your breath gets stuck in your throat immediately, feet coming to a rapid stand.

There he is, the flame hashira.

Shirtless, his upper body soaking wet while he empties a bucket of water over his head.

“Oh, (y/n)! I didn’t expect you here!”, he announces with his eyes widened.

You can’t even blink, mind going dull. You always secretly imagined what Kyojuro might look like underneath that uniform, if his muscles look as buff as they feel underneath your touch while training.

And they do.

Oh god, they definitely do.

“I-I…Tengen told me that…You’re here to see…the roses”, you blurt out, still unable to look away.

“Indeed! But before that, I really needed to change my uniform since I sweated a lot during training.”

“Yeah, I can see that”, you mumble.

“(y/n), are you not feeling well? You look quite red from afar. Allow me to check on you.”

When he suddenly starts walking towards you with his chest muscles tensing with each and every step, you feel like fainting. Of course you never doubted that this man looks good underneath that uniform, but this?

“Your cheeks are really hot”, he comments while running his wet hand up and down your cheek.

“I…I…”

Your mind is a mess, not a single thought is making sense right now. Are you dreaming? Is that really Rengoku Kyojuro standing in front of you with his abs glittering in the heat of the sun, so close that you’d be able to touch him.

“Maybe you should go and see Shinobu-“

“I’m flustered!”, you finally cry out like an idiot.

Only to regret your words immediately.

His hand stops right in its tracks, the piercing presence of his orbs forcing you to look up at him.

“Why would you be flustered, (y/n)?”, he questions innocently.

May the ground swallow you whole in hope you’ll never return. God, why does this have to be so embarrassing? You’ll definitely have a word with Tengen when this is over.

“Because I…I have a crush on you, Kyojuro.”

The words you never dared to say out loud, that lingered through your mind each and every time you saw him. Like a rock, they fall off your chest while a wave of pure panic starts rushing over you.

You just confessed your feelings to him.

Him, Rengoku Kyojuro.

“I think I need to go now”, you blurt out, already starting to turn away when Kyojuro grabs your wrist gently.

“Please don’t go, (y/n). Actually, I feel the same way about you.”

He sweeps you around so rapidly that you are forced against something as hard as a wall. Did he accidentally throw you against a wall, the nearby tree?

The second you open your eyes again, you stare at his bare chest, only millimetres away from your face.

That wasn’t a wall.

“I had an eye on you since the first time I saw you. You are just…so amazing!”, he confesses with a passion that is even unusual for him.

“Kyojuro, I…”

Your bare face touched his naked chest.

“I…”

And don’t get started on his sight, his broad chest, the muscles that flex when he grabs your shoulders passionately.

“I…I can’t…”

“What’s wrong, (y/n)? A cat got your tongue?”, Tengen jeers from behind.

All your senses seem to come back to you in the split of a second when a wave of anger washes over you.

“You little…Why did you do that!?”, you cry out while storming towards the much taller man.

“Because your face looks very flashy when it’s this red.”  

 Gyomei Himejima

To say that you are exhausted would be the understatement of a century. Being out in the scorching sun all day really took its toll on your already bruised body.

Not to mention the training methods of none other than the stone hashira himself.

Gyomei is not a stranger to you. You’ve known each other for quite some time by now, joining the demon slayer corps almost simultaneously. And that force of a man never failed to impress you.

You wrench your sweat-soaked clothes in the river while staring at your own reflection. Why are you even here, though? You might not be a hashira yet, but you trained with Gyomei countless times before. Over and over, you shoved rocks around and almost drowning in that exact river. At this point, the basic training of the corps members isn’t even enough for you to break a sweat. You find yourself shoving that rock 10 cho by now while carrying tree trunks on your back.

You furrow your eyebrows. Now that you think of it, you didn’t even catch a glimpse at Gyomei himself since being here. Apparently, the hashira training does keep him busy.

That sting of agony that pierces through your heart can’t be stopped, though. Over the span of those last years, you got to know the stone hashira better. Despite his tall and threatening appearance, he is the softest man you’ve ever known. So kind that he brought tears to your eyes more than once, so considerate that it’s hard to believe that this man lives alone.

It was inescapable for you to fall from him head over heels. And now you find yourself longing for his presence even though you know all too well that he is busy training the corps members.

“I didn’t expect to greet you here at this late hour.”

You almost trip over head-first into the water, caught by a strong hand last-minute before you take another dive into the river.

“I’m beyond sorry for scaring you like this, (y/n)”, an all too familiar voice continues while pushing you back on your feet.

Normally, the first thing you see is his demon slayer uniform and cloak draped around him in a somehow elegant way.

But not today.

You swallow hard, widened eyes blankly staring at his naked chest. This man standing in front of you…Gyomei wears nothing but his uniform pants.

“I…uh…don’t w-worry”, you stutter like an idiot, his arms still holding you in place gently.

“Did I interrupt you? I didn’t know that you were taking a bath.”

His soft voice paired with that sight in front of you. You’ve never seen him shirtless, never witnessed the way his veins pop out of his arms and how well formed he is underneath that uniform. It would be so easy to allow your fingertips a taste and let yourself discover his muscles even better, to just stretch out your hand and-

“Does it bother you that I am shirtless? I came here to take a bath myself.”

“Bother?”, you press out.

“I…I’m not bothered at all!”

“I guess I’m just a little…flustered…”

“Flustered?”, he repeats in confusion.

“If I make you feel uncomfortable, I’ll cover myself of course. I just noticed you were here and we haven’t seen each other for a long time by now.”

“I missed you”, he adds, forcing your world upside down for a minute.

Since you’ve got to know him, there was never more than friendly words between Gyomei and you. Not more than a shoulder rub, not more than motivating words from time to time. You never allowed yourself to compliment him or talk about anything apart from missions.

Until now. Until Gyomei confessed out of nowhere that he missed you.

While being shirtless

“I…missed you too”, you finally give in.

You allow your eyes a little glimpse at him. Just a little taste of his broad shoulders and how his veins stand out. Just a little something of his rock-hard abs, his enormous upper body that is usually covered by his uniform. Just one look at-

“I thought about you all the time, to be exact”, you breathe out before you even realize what you’re talking about.

“I’m feeling the same way, (y/n). Let me assure you that my heart beats just as fast as yours at the moment.”

Gently, he cups your hand with his and presses your palm against his bare chest, straight against his racing heart that pulsates against your skin.

Oh god. You feel like fainting any given minute, your very own heart pounding so hard that you might get a heart attack.

“Now, allow me to put on my uniform again so that we can have a proper-“

“Wait!”, you blurt out.

“Let’s just stay like this for uh…a little longer…”

Sanemi Shinazugawa

It’s hard to keep your palms from sweating when you know exactly where you’re going. To him, the wind hashira. The man who swept you off your feet without even trying, the man you haven’t seen in such a long time by now.

While Sanemi always kept himself busy with missions, you were assigned to a mission far away from home. It took you over a month to finally find the demon who was responsible for this mess. And eventually, Sanemi just stopped writing you letters or replying to your messages. Even though you were so sure that he might feel the same way about you, he proved you wrong.

In the most painful way.

“I can’t go any further, that’s exactly where he is”, you complain while following your crow around.

You know this path uncomfortably well, the way it leads you next to a river, through a field of strawberries. Straight into the wind hashira estate.

“Direct orders from Kagaya-sama! You need to undergo the hashira training!”

“I just returned from an exhausting mission, did you tell him that?”, you bark back only to get attacked by your stinky crow.

“So cheeky! Watch how you talk to me!”, it cries out, literally dragging you along with it while its beak bursts the skin of your cheek.

Your heart almost stops beating, pounding rougher and rougher against your ribcage with every step you take towards the wind hashira estate.

What if the man you still love rejects you? What if he breaks your heart in front of everyone else, if he speaks out those words you imagined when you waited another day for his reply?

You want to escape, want to get as far away from here as possible. But your unforgiving crow drags you with it until you find yourself at the front doors of his estate.

“Get yourself together, dumbass! Go inside and talk to him! GO!”

With one last bite it finally leaves you alone, right at the opened front door.

There’s nothing you’d like more than vanishing from this earth, to get swallowed whole. Why on earth does it have to be him first? Why aren’t you allowed to train with Tengen, Giyu, basically everyone else? Your heart races so hard inside your ribcage that it takes your breath away, eyes staring into the dark estate.

Is he even home?

You allow yourself to take a few steps into the building, to look around. No cries, no voices? Maybe he isn’t even home. Are they training somewhere else, in the nearby woods, maybe?

“Fuck!”

His voice almost sends you over the edge, forces your eyes to dart around in sheer horror. That was Sanemi, without any doubt. But is he alone?

What if he’s not?

What if he’s with a girl?

You swallow hard, the ugliest thoughts taking over your head when you hear water splashing from a room nearby.

You can’t help it. As quiet as possible, you make your way towards the room the sounds originate from, ready to find literally everything. What if that’s the reason he didn’t write you back? What if he fell in love with another woman and simply forgot about you?

Your eyes peek through the ever so slightly opened door.

And your jaw drops to the floor in an instant.

There he stands, nothing but a towel covering his private parts while droplets of water run down his naked back. Sanemi just washed himself.

But oh…

You can feel your mouth watering just by looking at the scars that cover his back, how delicious the water than runs down his neck seems.  You’re only a few steps away from that force of a man, only a few steps in order to touch him. You always wondered what his skin feels like, if his outside is as rough as his inside. And what does he smell like straight out of the shower? Does he still smell like himself? And what about his abs-

All air drains from your compressed lungs as you suddenly find yourself pinned against the wall straight in Sanemi’s bathroom.

“Why the hell are you spying on me like some little freak?”, he hisses through gritted teeth.

“I…wasn’t spying”, you press out, his distressed orbs meeting yours.

Fuck, you’re screwed.

“Oh yeah? Why were you standing outside my bathroom then? I didn’t even know you were back!”

“Because you never fucking asked”, you finally bark back.

He draws even closer, lingers over you like an unpromising shadow with his naked upper body still dripping. No, you have to concentrate on the fact that you’re mad as hell right now, there’s no room for inspecting his upper body.

But his abs definitely look as good as they feel.

“You were out on a mission, how the hell was I supposed to ask? I thought you’d just let me know when you’re back”, he bites back.

“Oh, could have tried answering my damn messages, maybe? Did you ever think about that!?”

“Me answering your messages? You never replied to me!”

You furrow your eyebrows.

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“What I’m talking about? I sent you countless messages and you never answered. I even asked Kagaya-sama if you died or something! I…I was so fucking worried…”

His heavy breath mixes with yours, caresses your oversensitive skin.

“But Sanemi…I did the same”, you finally mutter.

Sanemi’s chest rises and falls rapidly, a few water drops escaping the force of his skin. His oh so glowy skin. Of course you knew that this man would look good shirtless. But this? How are you supposed to stay focused when his skin turns pink ever so slightly, when his muscular chest moves like that?

“Can you stop staring at my abs and focus on me for one minute?”, he barks while flicking in front of your way too focused eyes.

You feel your cheeks heat up in an instant, glossy eyes staring at him like a caught deer. If there’s one thing that’s worse than checking Sanemi out, it’s definitely getting caught.

“Sorry, I have to go”, you mumble while pulling yourself away from him.

Only to find yourself wrapped in his naked arms even tighter.

“You’re not going anywhere. I just asked you something”, he warns you.

“Let go of me!”

“Did you…miss me?”

Your arms stop right in their tracks, widened eyes staring at his flustered face in sheer disbelief. There he stands, Sanemi Shinazugawa, straight out of the shower while asking you if you missed him?

“Yeah, always”, you reply out of instinct.

“Good. Because same.”

He doesn’t even give you the chance to second-guess your answer. In the split of a second, you get devoured by his muscular arms, your very own kimono soaking wet in an instant.

Are you dreaming?

“Wait, what?”, you breathe out.

“And you totally checked me out”, he adds proudly.

“I didn’t check you out-“

“Oh yeah?”

He lets go of you just enough for you to catch a glimpse of his delicious upper body again.

“Maybe a little bit…”

-Bonus-

You huff out in exhaustion. What the actual fuck were you thinking when you agreed on training with all hashira? Well, apparently not that you’d literally vomit all over yourself after getting hit without any mercy by all of them.

“That little fucker Shinazugawa”, you curse under your breath while stomping towards the wind hashira estate.

“I’ll kick your puny ass next time.”

Your feet drag you back to them with last strength. Rengoku, Tengen, Obanai, Shinazugawa, Tomioka…why on earth are all of them so damn strong? Super unfair.

“Have you seen how I beat the shit out of her?”, you hear Sanemi jeer from afar as well as the constant mumbling of the others.

“It wasn’t necessary to hit her this hard”, Giyu comments.

“Hell yes it was. Now that brat knows what she’s dealing with!”

All you see is red. Even though your body begs you to stop, you storm towards their voices.

“Listen up, you little shit-“

Your breath gets stuck in your throat, eyes darting around without a real aim.

There they stand. Shirtless. Every single one of them.

Oh.

“Don’t worry, it’s not your fault that you’re a loser-“

Just this once, you’re actually able to ignore Sanemi’s shitty words. That toned abs Rengoku has, Tengen’s veiny arms, Obanai’s athletic build, the scars that compliment Sanemi’s muscles so well-

Why is it suddenly so hot?

“Are you okay, (y/n)?”, Giyu questions while rubbing the back of his head with a towel.

How is it possible that he looks this good underneath that loose uniform? You always expected Giyu to be rather athletic that muscular given his fast movements. But that mountain of a biceps definitely doesn’t lie.

“I…”

Not a single logical thought is left in your blank mind, eyes roaming back and forth between them.

“I need to go.”

In the matter of seconds, you disappear inside the wind hashira estate without a trace.

“Is (y/n) alright? She looked rather pale”, Rengoku thinks out loud, still staring at where you last stood.

“She was definitely checking me out”, Tengen announces proudly.

“You? Bet she was looking at me”, Sanemi jeers at the tall man.

“How are they so hot?”, you mumble to yourself while inspecting them through the window.

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source: haruka's garden / dividers: cafekitsune

𝐭𝐡𝐞

— HASHIRAS —

𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐲 "𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮" 𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 ♡

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starring: (giyuu, obanai, sanemi, gyomei, kyojuro, tengen)

tw: passionate sex, praising, compliments, emotional, fluff, crying during sex?

𝐆𝐢𝐲𝐮𝐮 ➤ "giyuu- i love you-"

giyuu's eyes widen slightly. his face buried in the nook of your neck, he slowly pulls away a little. you can tell his breath is quickening, despite staying still.

giyuu has never been able, or comfortable, with showing, or reacting to emotions. he'd always bury them down within himself, although, he couldn't deny that he felt them so strongly.

giyuu blushes heavily. without saying a word, he rests his hand on your cheek, pulling you into a soft, passionate kiss.

𝐎𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐢 ➤ "i love you. i love y---" "i-i love you too y/n." he whispers, lovingly, before you can finish the sentence.

his reply is so fast, it almost sounds like he was waiting for it. his grip gets tighter as he says it. his pace quickens. "i love you so much, y/n. you're mine." obanai holds you tight in his arms as he makes love to you, tirelessly, softly gazing at your beautiful silhouette. He wishes this moment could last forever.

𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢 ➤ "sanemi i- i love you."

sanemi scoffs. "f-fuck, y/n. yeah?" he pants heavily, his hand on your waist, the other one on the back of your head, intertwining his fingers with your hair. "shit, me too." sanemi kisses down your chest, possessively. "i need you."

"ive always liked you." sanemi's touch feels hot on your skin, and his thrusts, slow but deep, are making you feel every inch of him.

despite the sweat, the steaminess of his words, and the aggressiveness of his touch, you feel deeply loved.

𝐆𝐲𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐢 ➤ "gyo.. i love you.."

you say, as the strong man guides you on his lap. suddenly, hearing your words, he holds you against his chest, without slipping out of you. he holds you with such strenght, you can feel his heartbeat merge into yours.

"i love you too, angel." his voice rumbles. tears stream down his face, cheeks, and chin. "let me make you mine forever." his voice sounds so soft, wholesome and passionate.

"my angel.. my angel.. my angel.." he keeps chanting, as he continues guiding your hips, lovedrunkly.

𝐊𝐲𝐨𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐨 ➤ "i love you.. i love you."

kyojuro stops for a second.

"wait, you too? you.. you love me too?" he smiles softly. intertwining his fingers with yours, he pulls you in closer. he kisses you, softly moaning in your mouth.

"i love you too... i was scared to tell you." he says, as his heat grows bigger and needier.

"i want you. so much. i want to be with you." he whispers, kissing your neck, down to your collarbones, holding your hands, slowly making love to you.

𝐓𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐧 ➤ "i- i love you.."

tengen smiles. it's the brightest smile you've ever seen.

"i love you too. i love you."

from standing on his knees between your legs, the man leans down in order to be closer to you, as he keeps moving inside you. "you're so.. pretty.. so pretty.." his moans sound so soft in your ears, like a melody you've never heard before. "y/n.. i want to marry you.." he says, speeding up his pace, holding you close to him.

[ayyy-pee]

ℍ𝕚𝕕𝕕𝕖𝕟 𝔸𝕗𝕗𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕤

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Pairing: Sanemi Shinazugawa x Female Reader

Summary: But you can see - in those deep violet eyes of his - three little words swimming behind them that he's been itching to say to you for quite some time now. You want to say them too, have for as long as you can remember. 

But you're both Hashira. It's already enough that you both keep towing this dangerous line, finding yourselves in this exact predicament more often than not.

or

Sanemi is just so down bad for reader.

Story Warning: Smut, Alley Sex, P in V sex, Profanity bc c'mon...it's me, Vaginal Sex, Jealousy, Jealous Behavior, Fingering, Unprotected Sex, Creampie, Sanemi being bad at feelings, Secret Flings, Secretly in Love, Sneaking Around, Some canon Giyuu hate from Sanemi, Reader is a Hashira too!

Art by: krit961 (Twitter)

A/N: This is my first time writing for this fandom ever, but the Sanemi brainrot has been so INSANELY strong I just had to write SOMETHING up. It's nothing crazy and I'm rusty because it's been awhile for me but ugh. THIS ONE IS FOR YOU SANEMI!!!! Also shoutout to @lemonlover1110 for helping me with the title!

“We should head back…” You sigh, breaths coming rapidly. “Before…” A quiet gasp interrupts your words when you feel the sting of teeth sinking into your neck. “Before the others notice…”

”Fuck the others,” a gravelly voice growls into the juncture of your neck. Large hands grasp your thighs hard, holding them wide open as a hard form sits between them. “Don’t give a fuck if they notice, either. Maybe Tomioka will stop staring like a lovesick puppy if he figures it out.”

He buries his face further into your neck, grumbling against your skin. Something along the lines of “I hate that guy” and “I should gouge his eyes out”.

Your fingers slip into the snowy white tresses at the nape of his neck, gripping hard and pulling so that you can see his face. Pretty, long lashes cover hooded purple eyes that soften the moment they catch sight of you. The softness is such a contrast to the deep, pitted scars scattered along his face. But he’s beautiful all the same.

“Sanemi…”

At the sound of his name on your lips, he rolls his eyes. “If you’re gonna defend him–”

“Sanemi –”

“I don’t wanna hear it.” 

Your lips set into a deep frown, and Sanemi matches your expression, stubborn as ever. “What is your issue with Giyuu anyway?”

Sanemi scoffs, “Giyuuuuuu,” he mocks with a nasally tone. “Stop talking about him.”

“You brought him up!”

His mouth finds yours, rough and hungry, all consuming. It’s all teeth and tongue, nipping at your lips because he knows they’ll still be just swollen enough by the time you both get back. He’s marking his territory in his own way, as much as he can. Possessive and jealous, even when he knows he has no reason to be, no right to be. But he can’t help it.

You don’t belong to him, you don’t belong to anyone. Because you know it wouldn’t be smart to commit to any one person. Not in this line of work.

Sanemi has you pressed against the bamboo fencing in the darkest part of an alleyway, just outside of the Ubuyashiki Mansion with your legs wrapped tightly around his waist. It’s your usual meeting spot when you’ve been separated for some time, both of you too impatient to wait until the early morning hours when the Hashira meeting has finally ended to see each other.

“Fuck me,” Sanemi groans against your lips. He places an arm beneath your ass, holding you up as his other hand hikes your uniform skirt up to your waist. “Swear this gets shorter every time I see you.”

A giggle slips past your lips, because it absolutely gets shorter every time he sees you. You do it on purpose because you know it drives Sanemi up the wall to see little peeks of your ass and not be able to do anything about it. Makes him even crazier that he knows others can see it, too, and he can’t do anything but shoot death glares at anyone who dares to let their gazes roam. 

But you can’t let Sanemi know that. So you pout, laying your palms against his exposed chest and tracing his scars with your fingertips. You watch as his eyes flutter, sensitive to the touch. “You don’t like it? I can always request a change in uniform…”

Sanemi groans, leaning forward and kissing you hard. “Don’t you fuckin’ dare.” He presses his groin into your, evidence of his arousal against your soaking core. “You look so good in it.” His hand slinks between your bodies, thumb going straight to your clit, where he presses down, a shit eating grin spreading across his face when your back arches off the wall and you moan. “Look even better in it when you’re making that face.”

Your nails dig into his scars and Sanemi’s reaction is automatic, hips rocking forward roughly and now you’re both whining into each other’s mouths. You’re sure if anyone came across the two of you, you’d appear as this horny couple who couldn’t bother to wait until they got home to dry hump each other. And outside of the couple part, they’d be correct. Sanemi ruts against you, his erection running deliciously along your clothed cunt. Your lips slot together, tongues deep in each other’s mouths as Sanemi grunts into yours, and you keen into his.

There’s not much time to waste, you’re meant to be at the mansion soon. It would be suspicious if one Hashira, let alone two were missing when the Master arrived and if asked, the crows would spill your secrets in a heartbeat. You need to hurry. And Sanemi feels the pressure too. Even though he loves to annoy you pretending he doesn’t care about being late or cluing in the others on what’s going on, he would never disrespect the Master. 

Pausing his movements and leaning back to peer down at you, Sanemi sighs. He’s so painfully hard, his length throbbing within the confines of his uniform as he drinks in the sight of your kiss swollen lips, just the way he wanted them. And your face flushed, pupils blown wide as all hell with arousal. He’s sure he looks much the same, knowing you’re just as possessive as he is, though you hardly show it. It’s simply easier to hide your little territorial marks, the scratches you leave on him when they blend in so well among the rest of his scars.

Your fingers ghost along his chest, finding his nipples and you pinch the hardening buds, smirking when you see the way Sanemi’s eyes almost roll back. He can’t take another fucking second of this teasing. Not after he hasn’t seen you in who knows how long. He wants you badly that even your voice is enough to make him ruin his pants right now. It’s the semi-annual Hashira meeting tonight and he’s not willing to wait until Himejima is done yapping to have you.

Sanemi tugs at his uniform, getting his pants down just barely enough to pull his cock out. The tip is angry, red, just as desperate to be inside you as Sanemi. It glistens with his desire for you and you only.

“Gonna fuck you now, okay?” He tells you, hooking a finger into your undergarments and pulling them to the side. He runs his digits through your folds, hissing when he feels how drenched you are. It helps when he slips two fingers into you, mouth falling open when you throw your head back with a cry, your walls clamping around him. This Sanemi’s favorite part. Watching the way your brows knit together, how your pretty teeth dig into your plush bottom lip to bite back your moans, how your pussy makes the most lewd noises as he pumps his fingers into you.

You are glorious.

Always have been. It’s why he can never get enough of you. You’re insanely strong, clearly. You’re a Hashira, standing alongside him and some of the strongest in the corps. But you’re also blessed with a beauty that rivals every woman Sanemi has ever laid eyes on. He’s drawn to you in ways he cannot explain, ways he doesn’t need an explanation for. It’s why he hates catching the little glances from a certain other Hashira. Not that anyone knows what you two have going on, but all Sanemi knows is that he –

“Sanemi…” you whimper, eyes gazing softly at him. “Please. I need you.”

And he doesn’t need to hear more. His lips crash against yours as he swiftly pulls his fingers from you, gripping his length tightly and pumping himself. “How bad do you need me?” He asks. Because he needs you so fucking bad right now he can’t think straight. His mind is foggy, his body burns with his lust for you. 

“So, so bad, Sanemi,” you loop your arms around his neck, kissing him just as eagerly as he kisses you. “I need you more than anything.”

Sanemi groans, pressing the tip of his cock to your entrance. But his eyes never leave your face, even as the tip breaches your walls and makes him want to shut his eyes and focus on not cumming embarrassingly fast. He wants to see you, watch the way you lose yourself when he splits you open. The thought of it has him pulsing painfully in his hand. He rolls his hips forward, slowly, gritting his teeth when your wet warmth envelops him. “Still so goddamn tight for me,” he grunts. “Your greedy cunt is sucking me right in, fuck.”

Your nails dig into the fabric of Sanemi’s shirt, hanging on for dear life as Sanemi pushes deeper and deeper into you. As many times as you’ve been in this position with Sanemi, it always feels like the first time. He’s so long and thick, you have to adjust every time he slips into you.

“Oh my god,” you whine, and Sanemi pauses.

“You okay?”

“Yes…just…fuck me, please, Sanemi…”

He grips your thighs, pushing you back against the bamboo fencing to hold you in place. And then he thrusts forward, bottoming out in one swift motion and you both cry out in unison, the overwhelming pleasure making you both shudder.

“Fucking hell,” Sanemi sighs. He places his hands beneath your ass, keeping you still while he rears his hips back, only to slam back into you over and over. He pounds into your pussy at a relentless pace. Half because you’re on one hell of a time crunch, and half because he can’t help it. He feels animalistic when it comes to you, fucking into you mindlessly because it just feels so goddamn incredible. Every thrust feels better than the last, your warm walls clenching around him with each snap of his hips.

“I can’t go that long without you again…” Sanemi croaks, catching himself because he feels he’s getting too sentimental. “...without your pretty little pussy.”

“God, just say you missed me, you asshole.” You tell him, moving your own hips to meet his strokes. Though your words come out as more of this pathetic whimper than an actual demand and it makes Sanemi’s hips stutter. Just briefly. His hands on your ass lift you up before pulling you to sink back down on him.

Sanemi chuckles, leaning back just enough so that he can look between your bodies, watch the sticky strings of your slick connecting you, watch how his dick disappears. “Did you miss me?”

“Yes!” You cry when Sanemi hits a particularly tender spot. “Shit, I missed you so much, Sanemi.”

His brows rise, a little surprised by the confession, and a loud one at that. “Oh?” He kisses you hard, keeping his pace. Your confession turns him on more than he’s willing to admit. He missed you, too, though it’s harder for him to say so. Instead he fucks all of his feelings into you. 

How he misses you when you’re apart, because his thoughts are dangerously distracted wondering what you’re doing, who you’re with, if you’re alive.

How he wishes you’d be assigned missions together, so he could watch you tear a demon's head straight from their shoulders. Then find somewhere to stay the night so he can fuck you on every surface possible (He’s done this with you before. He wants to do it with you again).

How he wishes he could open his mouth and tell you how he truly feels.

But those feelings have always been foreign to him. Sanemi is lucky you understand his silence, that you accept his actions for what they are and let them speak for him. You accept everything he gives you happily. And as you tighten your legs around his waist, as you quietly let your pleasure be heard by him and him alone, as your walls clamp down around him with your release, convulsing and pulling him into you, Sanemi can only thank the Gods for every shitty circumstance that led him to you.

Does he deserve you? Probably not. Does he care? Absolutely not.

Because you chose him. This secret…whatever this is. Out of anyone in this world, you chose Sanemi.

And it’s enough to send him over the edge with you, gasping desperately for air as he tries to find your lips again. He closes his eyes, pushing himself as deep as he can as his release floods your walls. It’s so much, a build up over time and he knows his seed will be dripping out of your core before he’s even had a chance to pull out. It’s always this way. Because Sanemi doesn’t bother entertaining other women when he’s away. He only wants you. So the second he’s within the same vicinity as you, he has literally so much to give.

You never seem to mind.

Sanemi breaks the messy kiss, placing gentle, sweet pecks to your cheek before he leans back to stare down at you. That fucked out look on your face almost has him getting hard again. But you don’t have time for that, so he just watches you and you watch him. And he’s glad for the fact that you can’t see the way his mind is racing with only thoughts of you, thoughts of this feeling he’s buried so deep trying to claw its way up Sanemi’s throat.

But you can see - in those deep violet eyes of his - three little words swimming behind them that he's been itching to say to you for quite some time now. You want to say them too, have for as long as you can remember. 

But you're both Hashira. It's already enough that you both keep towing this dangerous line, finding yourselves in this exact predicament more often than not.

It's a little more than ridiculous actually, the way neither of you can resist sneaking glances, hiding touches, making excuses to leave on missions together. You and Sanemi…you're drawn to each other, your strings of fate knotted tightly together. It’s become impossible to leave each other alone. You don't think you'd be able to resist what you're doing even if you met as two civilians on the street. Hell, you couldn't resist each other all those years ago when you were low ranked corps members. 

Training was a confusing hell back then, every session filled to the brim with fury and a strange and thick tension neither of you could put your finger on until way down the line. It wasn't until one particular training session when Sanemi had you pinned to the ground, his strong hips pressing into yours, that you then understood what that tension was. The evidence was apparent in the way Sanemi's hard stare bore into yours, how the heat between your legs began to ignite when you felt Sanemi’s thick length pulse against you, how something akin to a whimper fell from his lips when his gaze snapped down quickly just in time to watch the hem of your uniform skirt slip further, enough for him to see the way your bodies seemed to just…fit.

Then his eyes were back on your face, your lips, now parted as harsh breaths escaped you. Your eyes, wide and wanting, peered up at him from beneath your lashes and Sanemi remembers this being the very moment he stopped denying what he had always known. You are breathtakingly beautiful. He also recalls this being the moment he knew he was done for. 

So when your hands found themselves placed against his not yet scarred chest, balling the sweaty fabric of his shirt in your fists…when he leaned closer and curiously rolled his hips against your clothed core and heard you let out the most captivating sound he'd ever heard, a sound he's been obsessed with since he's heard it…when he pressed his lips lightly to yours and you whispered into his mouth “I've never done this before”.

Yeah, Sanemi knew then that he was fucked. 

And though that night was not the night you'd given your virginity to Sanemi - that would happen years later - it was the night Sanemi tasted you for the first time. And he devoured you time and time again like a man starved. He would have you any way and any time that he could, if you allowed him. 

That was only the beginning.

Not much has changed in the years that you have been keeping up this arrangement with Sanemi. It's the only thing that you both keep coming back to, the only thing that feels solid. Though you both know it's stupid to feel as if anything in this line of work is not at risk. 

Every night that you lie awake, together or not, is a reminder. Every semi-annual meeting with the Hashira, mentally taking a headcount of everyone is a reminder. Every Hashira meeting without Rengoku, without Tengen is a reminder. 

Death is always standing just outside your door.

You can't afford to delude yourselves into thinking you can freely love and care for each other. Not until this thousand year war is over. Not until you are free to roam beneath the stars together without the scent of blood, the cries of pain and loss tainting the night. 

So, as you and Sanemi slip into the gates of the Ubuyashiki Mansion, your fingers brush together just briefly - a silent display of those words you dare not mutter aloud. You make your way to your respective places amongst the strongest of the Demon Slayer corps; you, next to Tomioka and Sanemi beside the Serpent Hashira. And while you quietly mingle with those around you before the Master appears, you miss the hushed conversation further down the line. 

“You reek of her,” Obanai remarks. Resting around his shoulders, his snake whips his tongue out at Sanemi in almost an agreement. 

“Shut up.”

“You're more tense than normal. Did you finally confess? Did she reject your advances?”

“I said shut up,” Sanemi growls. The chatter of everyone is already grinding on his nerves and your voice is not helping. He wants to look at you. See what - or who - has you giggling and speaking so sweetly that it's making him sick. It shouldn't matter. You can talk to whoever you want.

‘Except Tomioka,’ Sanemi thinks. But it's only because he's so clearly in love with you! He can't understand how you don't see it.

“Looks like Tomioka is making his move,” Obanai notes quietly, like he read Sanemi’s mind.

Sanemi can hear the teasing tone in his voice. The asshole is really getting a kick out of this. Even still, it's enough to have Sanemi’s gaze snapping over to you just in time to see Tomioka and you smiling sweetly at each other, nodding and whispering amongst yourselves. 

It shouldn't make Sanemi as upset as it does, just seeing you enjoy yourself with him, seeing him enjoy himself with you. Your smiles, your laughs, your kindness. It should only be for Sanemi. But you're a kind person…too kind. So kind you'd allow a monster like himself to fall in love with you.

Tomioka is much kinder, more understanding, better for you than Sanemi could ever be. 

And so, seeing you and him bond…Well, it fills Sanemi with a rage so hot he finds himself standing, eyes locked on the back of your head. You must feel it, his gaze beating down on you like rays of heat from the sun itself, because you fall silent and your head snaps around. Your eyes find Sanemi's immediately, gaze wide and questioning. 

Tomioka looks confused as well. ‘Good,’ Sanemi thinks. He can't wait to see the look on the Water Hashira's face when Sanemi does what he's been wanting to, but admittedly too scared to do for so long – claim you as his in front of everyone.

He lets the fumes of his anger fuel him, gritting his teeth so hard his jaw hurts. And then he's opening his mouth to speak, tongue on the roof of his mouth as all other chatter dies and the eyes of the other Hashira land on him. 

“I lo-”

“The Master has arrived!” Twin voices call in unison. 

And it's like muscle memory for every single Hashira, falling in line on one knee with their heads bowed as the Master approaches. His arrival extinguishes the fire that burned hazardously within Sanemi just seconds before, soothes the scorching left behind. His head is clear now, the reminder of why you both choose to keep your meetings between just you two evident.

You have a job to do. Defeating this evil comes before all things, even you. Though with the way Sanemi almost blew the lid off of your secret, he's not sure how much longer can go on without openly being with you. 

But it sparks something within him - a new fire. One that burns solely for one purpose. 

To defeat Kibutsuji Muzan…so that he can finally, and fully have you. 

[faintrustle]

He is young and naive, yet undeniably handsome

[loveforeren]

⍣ ೋ Soft!Muzan x Fem!Human Reader

❁ Soft!Muzan who had to get a new wife for his cover was shocked that you were so headstrong yet sweet. He felt a strong sense of admiration for you...a human.He couldn't bare treat you like his previous wives so he was distant at first.

❁ Soft!Muzan who felt an unfamiliar feeling...called guilt when he heard you crying to yourself because you thought he didn't love you.

❁ Soft!Muzan who was felt fear for the second time as a demon, when he thought you may be scared of him when you walked in on him eating a corpse.

❁ Soft!Muzan who was more than delighted when you said you didn't care human or demon because you loved him.

❁ Soft!Muzan who wasn't fond of anything inherently sexual until you.

❁ Soft!Muzan who is actually quite submissive in bed whimpering as you ride him.

❁ Soft!Muzan who changes him dick size to accommodate you and your comfort.

❁ Soft!Muzan who wants to turn you into a demon but respects your wishes of not wanting to be one.

❁ Soft!Muzan who nearly beat the shit out of Douma when he went near you for the first time. (Douma almost ate you.)

❁ Soft!Muzan who has demons guarding you whenever he himself cannot be with you.

❁ Soft!Muzan will be having a uppermoon meeting with you in his lap. As you embarrassingly squirm with discomfort as all the demons stare at you.

❁ Soft!Muzan who is somewhat sad he cannot take you out on dates in the daytime.

❁ Soft!Muzan who loves you more than anything and promised that when he got the blue spider lily he'd take you to a far away place when you guys can be happy together forever.

[kleftiko]

❦ GIYUU X PREGNANT!READER

cw: none, this is fluff, fem!reader

"you have a wife?!" sanemi yelled.

"you’re lying." obanai mumbled. "that’s sad."

"tomioka, how sweet!" mitsuri called.

giyuu’s eyes narrowed at rengoku, the bright man just smiled innocently.

"i had no idea they didn’t know," he sheepishly said.

as soon as giyuu got back from his mission, the flame hashira informed him that his wife was in the butterfly mansion. something had happened, and she needed to be taken to shinobu. unfortunately, rengoku wasn’t known for being quite—blasted eardrums will do that to a person—so the other hashira in the perimeter got to hear (for the first time) that not only was giyuu NOT single, he was MARRIED.

they ended up following him through the halls, pestering him with questions until they reached the room you stayed in. your husband ignored them like usual, the only thing on his mind being your well being.

his nerves were calmed, however, immediately upon seeing you laying in bed, a smile on your face as you chatted with shinobu.

"how are you feeling?" giyuu’s tone was soft as he blocked you from the prying eyes of the other hashira in the doorway. he made his way towards your side.

"tired." you smiled at him, letting your husband hold your hand and run his thumb over your fingers. "shinobu said it was a false contraction."

"it was caused by stress," your friend’s calming voice said. "makes sense, tomioka, anyone married to you would be on edge."

your husband just grumbled at his friend as you giggled. he then helped you sit up in bed, the blankets falling off to reveal your pregnant stomach to the small audience watching.

"you had sex?!" sanemi screamed.

oblivious to the small mass of people staring at you, sanemi’s outburst startled you, causing you to grab onto your husband’s haori. he instinctively pulled you close, his soft look switching to a death glare towards the doorway.

"hush!" giyuu seethed at him, finally giving attention to the posse. "she’s nine months pregnant; shut up."

although listening and lowering his voice, sanemi didn’t let his question go unanswered. "you’re not a virgin?"

"go away," giyuu deadpanned. "all of you, go away. now."

"it’s okay, darling," you tried to soothe him. "maybe you should introduce me to your friends."

you felt him tense up at that. he didn’t let go of your hand, and he only moved half a step away from you (half of them still couldn’t see you), and he spoke with a monotone voice. "this is my wife, y/n. she’s pregnant with our first child."

the was no verbal reaction from the onlookers, just looks of disbelief from the four of them. it felt like you were an animal in the zoo with the way they were all staring dumbfounded at you.

it took a couple minutes for shinobu and rengoku to get the others out, leaving you and giyuu alone in the room. as soon as the door closed, your husband grabbed your face and peppered kisses all over it, causing you to giggle. he took a seat on the edge of the bed to be closer to you.

"i’m so sorry," he said, kissing your lips. "i’m sorry i wasn’t here."

"it’s okay, baby." you let your head rest on his shoulder. "i’m just glad i didn’t give birth."

"i would never forgive myself if i was gone for that." giyuu’s hand ran up and down your back comfortingly.

you sigh in relief, turning your head to place a kiss on his neck.

"well now that you’re here, let’s get this baby out of me."

[kurokawaia]

❛ THEY ARE WHAT ?! ❜

Husband! Tomioka Giyuu X Fem!Wife!Reader

WC;1.4 k+ | !MDNI! | TW/CW; x fem reader, you and giyuu are married, fluff, slight crack warning + more?

*ੈ✩‧₊˚𝑅𝐸𝒬𝒰𝐸𝒮𝒯 :: (filled request) Giyuu and the reader have been married for three years, but their marriage isn’t widely known. The reader, a bubbly and outgoing Hashira, is often seen around Giyuu, leading others to assume she pities him, unaware of their relationship. During a Hashira meeting, she casually asks for leave to celebrate her anniversary, surprising everyone. Ubuyashiki then reveals the truth by wishing the couple a happy anniversary, leaving the rest of the Hashira in shock - ANON

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You and Giyuu had always kept things... quiet. Not out of necessity, but because that's how Giyuu preferred it. He wasn't the type to flaunt his feelings or make a show of your relationship, and you didn't mind...most of the time. Sure, you'd tease him now and then, but your marriage wasn't something you shouted from the rooftops. You didn't hide it either, though.

People just never asked.

You were nothing like Giyuu in any aspect. Where he was brooding and silent, you were bubbly, always smiling, always drawing attention with your lively personality. Once you came into Hashira position, you'd gain the reputation of one of the friendliest and most outgoing but also one of the strongest.

People admired your skill, but they couldn't help but not ignore how you looked. You had that beauty to draw eyes, combined with your personality, it wasn't rare to hear other people say how you were one of the prettiest demon slayers.

No one knew your last name, though.

That might've been a clue-if any of them had stopped to think about it.

It was no secret that you spent a great deal of time around Giyuu, but most of the Hashira had come to the conclusion that you must pity him-some sort of friendly charity case. And Giyuu, in his usual way, didn't correct them. He never explained why you two were always together.

He let them assume and you let him.

But it was about to come out—whether you planned it or not.

The meeting started off like any other. You sat near Giyuu as per usual, not that anyone paid much attention to seating arrangements anymore. It had become routine. Sanemi barely spared a glance in your direction, too busy looking irritated by something else entirely, while Mitsuri flashed you her usual bright smile.

Rengoku was already there, greeting you with his boisterous energy. "Ah, good morning! You are looking radiant today as always!"

You smiled back at him. "Thanks, Rengoku."

Giyuu nodded in greeting but didn't say a word, silent as always and as still as air. You were used to it, though. His silence didn't faze you. Giyuu loved being near you in private, he was like a cat that didn't want to leave. But today, you did have something to ask, something that was going to definitely stir the pot.

When Ubuyashiki asked if anyone had announcements, you took a deep breath, preparing for the storm that would most definitely arise.

"Master Ubuyashiki, Giyuu and I would like to request a leave of absence for a week."

The other Hashira's eyes fell instantly upon you, curiosity written on their faces. Ubuyashiki smiled. "Of course. And for what reason?"

You grinned, your eyes flicking to Giyuu, who looked faintly concerned-he hadn't expected you to announce it, but you couldn't help yourself. "It's our anniversary."

There was a wave of shock around the room, though nobody said a word in that instant. Mitsuri gasped, eyes wide with wonder, while Sanemi shot you a look of utter incredulity. Rengoku's eyebrows shot up, for once, his grin faltered while he processed what you had said.

But Ubuyashiki didn't seem remotely surprised. As serenely as he always spoke, he merely inclined his head and said, "Ah, of course. Happy anniversary, Mr. and Mrs. Tomioka

Mitsuri's face had sagged. "W-what...?! Mrs. Tomioka?!"

Rengoku's eyes blinked, his confusion curled into laughter. "Wait—Giyuu's wife?! And all this time we thought you were just keeping him company out of pity!"

Giyuu's eyebrow twitched at the comment.

Sanemi huffed loudly, wrapping his arms around himself as if to shield the bruised ego within. "You've got to be kidding me. You're married? To him?"

Uzui leaned back as if he finally found the most amusing part of his day. "Tomioka's been keeping a pretty little secret from us this whole time, huh?" he said, raising an eyebrow in a smirk. "I gotta say, you are full of surprises. Bet you ain't as dull as we thought, Giyuu.

You tried to keep the laughter welling up inside of you contained, but Giyuu's expression was making you not to do so, he was getting embarrassed from the teasing. His face was stoic as ever, but you could sense him tense up. A hand laid stiff upon his lap gave a small jerk-a faint sign that all this attention set him ill at ease. You leaned forward and casually laid your hand over his, giving it a slight squeeze.

"Well, we didn't exactly hide it," you teased with a smile. "We just didn't tell anyone."

Sanemi grunted low. "You mean he didn't say anything."

Giyuu had nothing to say, his eyes on the floor. Moments like this, you knew he wanted to disappear. But instead of letting the others keep their teasing going, you turned the tables.

"Oh, don't look so surprised," you teased, moving in a little closer to Giyuu with a sparkle in your eye. "It's been years now. Giyuu's always been such a romantic."

Sanemi snorted, and Tengen let out a loud laugh. "Yeah, right. I really can't picture Tomioka being romantic."

You smiled, leaning your head against Giyuu's shoulder in exaggerated love. "He planned a whole week off for our anniversary. Isn't that sweet?

Mitsuri, the eternal romantic, squealed in delight. "Oh, my goodness! That's so adorable! How long have you two been together? Why didn't we know this all this time?!"

"Well," you said, "Giyuu's good at keeping secrets."

By this time Giyuu's face was a deep crimson color. his ears almost burned with embarrassment. You knew he'd most likely scold you later for being so casual about letting it all spill out, but for the time being you enjoyed your fellow Hashira's reactions.

Rengoku, still smirking, crossed his arms. "Three years of marriage, eh? That's awesome! I'm shocked we never put two and two together. How long have you two been a couple?

"Since we were in our teens," you said matter-of-factly. "We went through quite a bit together. He was always there to support me, even when I wasn't yet a Hashira."

The smirk on Tengen's face spread further. "So, how does it feel being Mrs. Tomioka? Got to say, I'm kind of curious. He's got that stoic brooding vibe going on, but I'll bet he's different when it's just the two of you, huh?"

Your beamed, and you shot Giyuu a sly look. "I don't kiss and tell."

That made the rest burst into a fit of laughter, though Mitsuri turned to you dreamily. "That's so romantic. I just can't believe that you were married all along..."

Sanemi rolled his eyes. "Romantic? It's impossible."

You laughed, leaning into Giyuu just a bit more, earning a barely audible sigh from him. You could tell he was trying to hold it together despite the attention, and you knew he'd probably scold you later for making such a big deal out of it. But for now, you were having too much fun with the moment.

Ubuyashiki merely smiled at the both of you, his calm and collected demeanor accompanied by an understanding sheen in his eyes. "I hope the two of you enjoy your week off together. It's well deserved."

You nodded gratefully to him. "Thank you, Master Ubuyashiki.

The other Hashira were still talking when the meeting wrapped up, still apparently in a daze from your marriage bombshell. Mitsuri darted over to you the instant the meeting was finished, her face shining with excitement.

"I have so many questions! How did you two meet? Who confessed first? Oh, I bet Giyuu's so sweet when no one's looking, isn't he?"

You laughed, dodging her interrogative attack. "It's a long story, Mitsuri. Some other time, I'll tell you."

With that said, before you could utter another word, Giyuu silently got up, tugging lightly on your sleeve. "Let's go."

You followed him out of the meeting room, the eyes of the other Hashira seemingly still on you well after you left. When they were outside and far enough away from their prying gazes, Giyuu let out a long, exasperated sigh.

"You liked that, didn't you?" he asked, his voice low but his tone gentle instead of angry.

You smiled up at him, slipping your hand into his. "Maybe just a little. But come on, they were bound to find out eventually. It was kind of fun seeing their reactions."

Giyuu sighed again but didn't argue. Instead, he squeezed your hand gently, and his expression softened just a little. "I suppose it wasn't unbearable."

You laughed, leaning up to kiss his cheek. "See? I told you it'd be fine."

Giyuu said nothing, but the slight flush of his cheeks did the talking.

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[obito-in-disguise]

hello tobi!! how are you doing?? 🥰 could i request hashira men x reader where reader is a really strong hashira but she’s scared shitless of needles. and then shinobu is like everyone has to get this shot/vaccine and when the hashira finds out the reader is scared of needles he’s like wtf you’ve literally been through hell fighting demons, how does this scare you?? (yk im already gna say this, but can you focus on gyomei please hehe) thank you! ☺️

Hello again s8tnn!! (satan??😟) believe it or not I'm Gyomei's biggest stan now thanks to you. I've been putting my whole writussy into all the headcannons I write for him.

Let's get right into it!

| Having to get a shot |

-super strong (or so we thought) reader x hashira men

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

Gyomei Himejima

The only person who wasn't giving you a dirty look in the room right now was Gyomei.

With the emergence of an upper ranking demon that was able to turn humans into his subjects with a myriad of flu-like symptoms, Shinobu had mandated all the demon slayers both hashiras and regos alike, take the vaccine she had developed.

Just last week they were all praising you for taking down over a hundred demons yourself, calling you the greatest hashira of your breathing technique. And now here you were, a total of five of Shinobu's assistants having to hold you down to take your shot.

You hadn't meant to freak out, you didn't even know you were afraid of needles so you stayed calm at first. All your calm however flew out the window when shinobu whipped out her eight inch needle. (yes i looked it up, its fucking real)

You jumped up, shoving everyone out of the way and making a mad dash for the door. The assistants fumble to grab you, your evasive skills proving top notch. It took a coordinated effort to wrestle you onto the bed, the assistants holding you down while shinobu tries to administer the vaccine as fast as she can, hiding her amusement as you screech.

Gyomei observes in surprise the whole time. He gets up walking over to your terrified form before ordering the assistants to release you. When they do, you immediately cling to him for dear life.

“Breathe,” he murmured, his voice calm and grounding. He wraps his arms around you, sitting on the bed, holding you steady. “You have endured worse than this.”

With his steady presence, you managed to endure the shot. It stung, but just like that Gyomei managed to turn another unbearable situation around just by being him.

“Thank you Gyo” you whispered afterward, your cheeks burning. You glanced around the room, the amused assistants quickly looking away when you glared at them. Oh you were so going to avoid them forever.

“It is nothing to be ashamed of, even the strongest have fears.”

Shinazugawa Sanemi

The second you jumped off the bed and bolted, Sanemi was the first to grab you.

“What the hell are you doing?!” he barked, crossing his arms as he pushes you back unto the bed. “You’re supposed to be a Hashira, not some scaredy cat”

You nod sadly at Sanemi's harsh words, gulping as you take in the sheer size of the needle.

"Will you please hold my hand?..."

He scoffs turning away "No."

“Just get it over with already. You’re embarrassing yourself and us.”

With a great deal of coaxing and reassurance from Shinobu, she eventually administers the vaccine and sends you on your way.

The second you step out of the room, Sanemi immediately grasps your hand and tugs you into his chest, cradling your head. A huge contrast to his cold behaviour from earlier.

"I knew you could do it..." he mumbles gruffly, scoffing when he looks down at you and your expression of betrayal, knowing exactly what you're thinking, He's a piece of shit.

"What? I have a reputation to uphold..."

"Seriously?..."

Tomioka Giyuu

Giyuu had been standing quietly near the window, leaning back on it, his ankles crossed. He watches the chaos unfold with his usual stoicism, painted with a hint amusement. When you finally stopped struggling long enough for the assistants to pin you down, he spoke.

“Do you really need five people to hold you down for this?”

You shot him a glare, your face red with embarrassment. “If you’re not going to help, then just shut up Tomioka!”

He tilted his head slightly, his gaze unwavering. “I don’t see what the big deal is. It’s just a needle.” he shrugs stepping closer.

“Yeah, well, not everyone’s got emotions of steel like Giyuu Tomioka” you snapped, gripping the bed frame for dear life.

Giyuu blinked, his expression unchanging. “You don't need emotions of steel for this...just the regular will do...”

“Oh, yeah? Then come over here and hold my hand!”

To your surprise, he actually did, his hand cool and steady in yours. The room fell silent as he watched Shinobu administer the shot, his calm presence oddly soothing.

When it was over, he pulled his hand back and pats your hand softly.

“…Thanks,” you muttered, still feeling a little shaken.

He nodded once. “I'm always here for your meltdowns”

"Hey!"

Kyojuro Rengoku

Kyojuro’s laughter rang out the moment you tried to flee. “Ha-ha! Fear not, y/n You are strong and capable!”

“Then you take the shot for me!” you plead as the assistants pleaded with you to go back to the bed.

Kyojuro knelt beside you, his hands on his knees as he gave you an encouraging smile, the laughter gone. “This is but a fleeting pain, one that will pass as quickly as a spark. You’ve faced demons, this is nothing compared to that!”

“Easy for you to say,” you grumbled. “You’re not afraid...”

He lifts your chin up “Your fear is nothing compared to your bravery” he declared. “Now, sit tall and proud! I will hold your hand if need be!”

Before you could protest, he grasped your hand in his own, his warmth and energy oddly reassuring. By the time Shinobu administered the shot, his boisterous encouragement was all you could hear.

“Well done!” Kyojuro said proudly, giving your shoulder a hearty pat. “You have overcome this challenge with great strength!”

"Yes yes, thank you kyo"

Iguro Obanai

Obanai stood quietly in the corner, Kaburamaru coiled around his shoulders. He didn’t say a word as you ran for the door, nor when the assistants leaped after you.

It wasn’t until you were borderline attacking the poor assistants that he finally spoke, his voice low and unimpressed. “This is unbecoming...”

Your head snapped toward him, your eyes filled with sorrow and despair. “Have you seen the size of that thing?!”

His eyes narrow as he steps closer to Shinobu, peering over her shoulders to see the needle "let me see..."

His eyes nearly bulge out of his head as he takes in all eight inches of it. "Do I have to take that too..."

When Shinobu confirms, he pales. He eyes slowly meet yours, a small scowl forming on his face at your now smug smile.

He silently steps closer, taking kaburamaru off his neck and placing him in your lap before basically running out the door "You're on your own y/n..." you can barely hear him call as he makes his way down the hallway.

"Hey! what?! Go after him too! If I have to do this, so does he!"

Uzui Tengen

“Embarrassing?” Tengen cackles as he twirled one of his rings between his fingers. “No, no, this isn’t embarrassing. This is unflashy!”

You shot him a withering glare as you squirmed, casting shinobu a nervous glance. “You're not helping Uzui...”

“Oh, but I am,” he said, crouching next to you. “What you need is a lesson in bravery! Shinobu, hand me the needle, I’ll take the shot.”

She smacks his hand away with a deadpan look, he had already taken his.

Tengen leaned closer to you. “Listen, little butterfly. You’re ruining your image here. I know you can take it ok? just do it” He grins, squeezing your shoulder in encouragement.

“Just do it? Gee why didn't I think of that...” you muttered in exasperation at his stupid suggestion as Shinobu finally jabbed the needle into your arm, mid-distraction.

Tengen grinned. “See? I knew my presence alone would make it bearable. You’re welcome!”

"Shut up..."

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[connorsui]

♡ || "Nobody likes sensitive men" || ♡

EXCUSE MEEEEEEE I WANT THAT MAN TO SHOW ME HOW HE REALLY FEELS!?!?!

I WANT HIM TO SOB IN MY SHOULDERS AS HE HUGS ME SO TIGHTLY LIKE IM THE ONLY ONE HE CAN CONFINE TO

I WANT TO KISS HIS TEARS AWAY AS HE LOOKS AT ME LIKE IM THE ONLY PERSON IN THE WORLD WHO UNDERSTANDS

THE HOTTEST THING A MAN CAN DO IS CRYYYYYYY

LIKE SENSITIVE OR NAH IM RUBBING HIS FACE WHEN HE CRY

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[nejiverse]

‘FAMILY’ REUNION

Douma, Akaza, Kokushibo

In which Y/n sees everyone again after a long time. Based on the scene in the infinity castle. Fem! Reader

cw: nothing really, our boys here have a soft spot for y/n, suggestive if you squint really hard, reader is upper rank 2 and everyone else is pushed down a rank except for Kokushibo

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"Where's my Y/n-chan~", Douma whined, looking around the infinity castle.

"Your Y/n?", Akaza clicked his tongue. "She doesn't even like you".

Gyokko nodded to the corner. "She's over there taking a damn nap", he shook his head at her hopelessness. "Upper rank two my ass".

Douma looked at where Gyokko was nodding towards where he saw Y/n, who was sleeping in a fetal position with her hands tucked against her chest.

Douma snickered with a hand up to his mouth. "I know what'll wake her up!".

The blondie approached her and squatted down.

His hand gripped her jaw, gently squeezing her cheeks which caused her mouth to fall open.

He proceeded use his index and middle finger to prod her mouth open before sliding them into her mouth.

Douma giggled as Y/n furrowed her brow as he stuck them all the way to the back of her mouth.

Once Y/n felt his sharp nails graze her throat, he eyes fell wide open, only to be met with Douma's sultry smirk that she knew all to well flashing down at her.

Y/n bit down hard on his two fingers. Really hard. To the point where she bit them off.

"Ouch Y/nn!", Douma frowned albeit his fingers regenerating immediately after.

Y/n sat up and let out a yawn before observing her surroundings. Everyone was here now except Muzan. She stretched her arms up, making her kimono fall off her shoulders a bit.

"You're so mean to me!", Douma sulked.

"Oh my sincerest apologies lord Douma!", she exclaimed, standing up and clasping her two hands together. "I'm not sure what came over me, but I should know my place", she inched towards the man, her chest against his and her eyes locked on his own, a pleading look plastered on her face while Douma looked down at her in amusement.

"I'd do anything for your forgiveness!", a grin slowly grew on her lips as she relaxed her eyebrows. "...Is what you would've wanted me to say, right?".

She laughed and backed away from him, the fact that his smug look was still plastered on his face annoyed her. "I'll leave that to your cult members".

Douma narrowed his eyes. "Got quite a mouth on you, don't you? Someone should teach you what to do with it".

Gyokko scoffed. "I can't even tell if they're flirting or arguing".

Y/n decided it was best to ignore Douma's comment and her eyes brightened upon seeing Akaza.

She enveloped him into a hug that made him unsteady on his feet, a blush immediately coating the apples of his cheeks.

"Akaza! Long time no see”.

Douma folded his arms childishly as Akaza looked at him with an overconfident, smug look as he spat his tongue out. Everyone knew Akaza was her favourite.

Despite this, poor Akaza was still weak to the touch of any woman.

“Oh yeah, I got you a present”, Y/n reached into her kimono, Akaza averting his gaze at anything else he could find.

She lifted his arm from his side and opened up his palm, placing the box into his hand.

“Open it! Open it!”.

When he did just that, he blinked at her. It was a hairpin.

“Are you sure this is for me?”, he sweatdropped.

“Of course it is! It goes with your hair colour so I got it for you”, she took it out of the box and stuck it in his hair.

Akaza smiled sweetly moving to stand behind her smaller figure. He took the hairpin out of his hair and put it in hers.

“I appreciate it but I believe it’ll look better on you”.

“Aw but lord Akaza, it suits you! It really brought out your eyes too~”, Douma burst out into laughter, holding his stomach.

“Don’t piss me off”, Akaza seethed between his clenched teeth. Suddenly, Douma’s bottom part of his face was destroyed by Akaza’s fist.

Douma smiled as his face regenerated. “Whoa! That was some punch! A bit stronger than before, would you say, lord Akaza?”.

*splat*

The same fist Akaza used to hit Douma was severed by Kokushibo.

“Akaza”, he spoke. “You always go too far”.

“lord Kokushibo!”, Y/n bounced happily around him.

Kokushibo turned his head to her and brought his hands up to her chest, fixing her kimono so that it was up over her shoulders again.

“You shouldn’t let your kimono slip down like that, you’re a lady”.

She placed her hands on her hips. “Alright dad”, she mocked before smiling again.

“Aw it’s like a family reunion seeing all of you again!”.

“W-where have you been all this time?”, Hantengu asked.

Y/n hopped onto Kokushibo’s shoulders, patting his head which took the demon’s by surprise at the fact that he was allowing it.

“It’s a secret”, she brought a finger up to her lips.

It was evident that Muzan had arrived when Kokushibo lifted Y/n down and teleported back to where he was sitting originally.

“Family reunion over!”.

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a/n: also the last episode was a damn masterpiece, as an anime only for demon slayer i was genuinely scared nezuko was gonna die 😭

[arixella]

Demon Slayer Season 4 Ep.8

The all out war has begun. (so mad they left it on a cliffhanger😭)