#fem!tomioka

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So this isn’t technically a genderbend? Hence the femish lol. Tomioka changes sex but I still use he/him pronouns and mostly refer to him as a man besides a few jokes here and there. So he goes from a male body to a female body but his gender remains the same. You don’t have to think too hard about it but I enjoyed writing this lol.

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“What’s wrong with you Tomioka-san?”

“H-huh? Can’t you tell? I thought it was fairly obvious.” His voice came out in a softer tone than usual, higher too. It made sense considering the circumstances.

“That’s not what I’m talking about! You’re acting so calm right now. Doesn’t being a woman bother you at all?”

“Can’t you cure the blood art? I felt confident in your abilities.”

“Of course I will. I’m just surprised you’re so nonchalant, most would be panicking in your situation.”

“I feel mostly the same I guess. Though I don’t enjoy how small I feel.” He demonstrates the point by kicking his feet, which can’t quite touch the ground. Though the examination table isn’t too high, Tomioka had to hop lightly to make it onto the cushioned seat. Annoyingly he still managed to gain a few inches on Shinobu.

She tries not to let her own irritated state show. “I don’t think that should be a problem. It’s not as if you’ll have to fight in this state.” While she talks the woman quickly draws a blood sample from Giyuu. “But I’ll have to do some testing. In cases of physical transformation the effects usually wear off on their own, but that doesn’t mean that the duration will necessarily be short. I can still figure out something to speed up this if we’re lucky.”

“Alright, will I stay here?”

“That’s probably best. You seems to be stable at the moment but it’ll be good to have you nearby should anything change.”

“Thank you for the hospitality.” With the formal statement Giyuu hops off the table and leaves the room to find his accommodations.

—-

He bothers her again the very next day. Shinobu’s sleep schedule isn’t exactly predictable, but he does knock on her door early in the morning. Kocho is miraculously awake, but dressed in her pajamas still. Her hair is undone. It barely brushes against her shoulders.

“My uniform doesn’t fit anymore.”

“Can’t you wear the linens provided?” It’s too early to be distracted by something so minuscule.

“I’d feel more comfortable in something familiar.”

Kocho opens her door further, allowing the (former) man in. “Such a difficult patient. My own will be too small on you, but I might have some spares in your size.” Shinobu lets Giyuu hover in the corner while she roots through her closet. Though Mitsuri insisted she liked the current uniform she owned, the younger woman kept spares should she ever change her mind. Tomioka isn’t as… well endowed, but their heights match up fine enough.

Right before she hands over the suit the woman pauses. “Wait, you’ll need undergarments too right? I’ll have one of the girls check the laundry.”

“My own fit fine.” It’s probably a lie to save the embarrassment of extending the visit. Shinobu is much less bothered by sensitive topics than the average person. She’s quick to bite back.

“Unless you’re dick grew back overnight I doubt that. You should accept the help you’re given.”

Giyuu’s face goes a beautiful shade of pink but he nods in defeat. He takes the set of clothing into his arms. “Can you just have them sent to my room?”

“Sure! I can tell you don’t wanna be here any longer.” His face can’t grow any redder but the embarrassment lingers.

“Thank you.” Shinobu wonders if being a woman has given him manners. She can’t recall the last time Giyuu has managed to hold a proper conversation. Though asking for a favor hardly counts it’s still progress compared to his usual state.

—-

Shinobu goes about the rest of her day normally. All the other patients have lower-level afflictions, a twitching nose or scrambled language. It’s easy to brew up an antidote for these sorts of side effects. They’re sad attempts at demon-blood arts, too weak to properly debilitate most slayers. These kinds of ailments are often cured within a day or two.

Transformations like Tomioka’s often take longer. Once Mitsuri grew a longer lizard-like tongue that took two weeks to get back to normal. The worst case was when Kyojuro grew a beard that couldn’t be cut, which lasted nearly a month.

So as soon as she finishes the work required as the head doctor Shinobu does some testing on the previously acquired blood sample.

Though she barely gets to mix up the first attempt at an antidote before Aoi is knocking at her door. It’s not Kocho for her to be interrupted, and she always treats her apprentice with kindness, but the action never gets less annoying.

“I’m sorry for barging in Shinobu-sama! But Tomioka-sama is requesting your help.”

Before speaking she wipes the negativity from her tone. “Help with what?”

“Well, um. Sh-he wouldn’t tell me, but he sounded very distressed, distressed for Tomioka-sama I mean. When I tried going in he said I shouldn’t bother.”

“Right, I’ll see to it.”

It’s not often Giyuu actually asks for her presence. His unique new state seems to have softened his worst qualities as a patient. Usually he’d have attempted to leave several times by now, and when that didn’t work he’d remain silent and solitary save for the checkups Shinobu insisted on. She couldn’t gage how desperate the situation would be if he had willingly requested her.

Making her way to the room she considered whether or not she should knock given the strange circumstances. Deciding to appeal to Giyuu in hopes he might continue with this helpful behavior she tapped against the door gently.

“Aoi-chan said you needed me, can I come in?”

“Yes.” His voice was high even considering the circumstances. “But don’t open the door too wide.” He attempted to stay nonchalant when adding the odd ending.

Curious she slides herself through an opening barely big enough to allow her in.

“I can’t seem to get it on.” The problem is immediately clear. Tomioka looks pretty, leaning back on the bed with a hand covering his chest. When she had given him the undergarments instructions had not been included. The bra was both too loose and too tight, handing oddly on his body. For what it’s worth the fabric does manage to cover the majority of his newfound breasts. That doesn’t cure his embarrassment however, a soft pink blush highlighting perfect cheekbones.

“Stand up, and turn around.”

Some of the buttons have been hooked into place, but they’re not aligned properly. Kocho undoes the clumsy work.

“Next time you back put it on backwards, do the buttons first, then flip it around and slide your arms through.” Her slim fingers work quickly as she helps right the back of his bra.

“Wait one second.” She pulls off the straps tight so they cling to his shoulders properly rather than having them slip off constantly. “Does that feel better?”

“It’s…tight.”

“Sorry, that’s just how it is. Now you know the horrors of womanhood.” Despite her light tone Tomioka nods solemnly.

“Thank you.” Shinobu takes it as a dismissal and leaves him to finish getting dressed on his own. Hopefully he doesn’t need anymore help getting dressed. Mostly because he’s grown and should be able to figure it out on his own but also because Shinobu can’t forget the slope of Giyuu’s breasts as they settled into the stiff cups.

Tomioka has always been pretty, but as a woman certain features have been softened in just the right ways to further compound his beauty. It’s bothersome for him to be so attractive yet have such a rough personality. If he wasn’t horribly obtuse there’d be a line of women chasing after him, Shinobu included.

But now isn’t the time to entertain thoughts like that (or imagine what Giyuu’s chest looked like bare, if his nipples matched the soft reddish hue of his lips) and she focuses on getting back to her actual duties.

The blood seems resistant to higher doses of wisteria. Shinobu can only add so much extract before it starts to do more harm than good. Still, putting him on a mix of wisteria, vitamins, and various other herbs will help strengthen the fight against whatever’s going on within his physiology. Sometimes demons can be weakened from exposure to other elements, but at that point it’s just a guessing game.

That’s a lot of different ways to say that she hasn’t figured out anything, but phrasing it so plainly just frustrates her. Even after years of studying it demon blood art often offers little answers. Annoyance runs its course through her veins until she’s doing more damage to her studies than good. She’s spent too much of the day pouring over texts that haven’t served her at all. The younger girls have left her alone which means too much time has slipped by without her noticing. It’s later than she realized (though Shinobu has never been able to keep proper track of time) and in the morning she’ll be tired and agitated. That’s not particularly rare for the woman at this point but it’s another step back on the promise that she’d try and take care of herself. (Kanae should’ve known better than to expect that from Shinobu. She’s always been self-destructive in one way or another.)

But Kocho is eager to abandon her pointless work and is able to move away from her desk with little difficulties. If she had found something worth looking into she would’ve stayed there all night. Her exhaustion isn’t what pulls her away. Shinobu moves through the motions of getting ready for bed, but when she finally lays down on her futon it’s clear sleep won’t come soon. She’d be happy to fall asleep if she could (and finally get rid of the bags under her eyes) but her brain has grown too used to functioning until it can’t anymore.

Staring up at the ceiling she fights with herself. The woman could try warm tea or simply drug herself but despite the fact that she can’t sleep her muscles still yearn to rest. The separation between her mind and body is a frustrating prison.

But she’s nothing if not a genius and there are still ways she can tire her head without getting up.

Shinobu loosens her robe until her front is exposed. It’s annoying to move under the sheets but the cold air is unwelcoming. So she lifts her knees to create a small tent of space and plunges her finger between her legs.

There’s not much fanfare in her actions. Kocho slides smooth fingers over her clit until she finds whatever motion will suit herself tonight. Letting her eyes slip close the woman falls into the pleasure that radiates from her core. She paints on hand over her breasts and hips while the other stays glued to her cunt. The two work in tandem to spark real pleasure within her.

It’s hard for her mind not to wander as her fingers dart down and then back up to spread wetness over her clit. With such attractive coworkers it’s an impossible task to not wonder about them. Especially with previous encounters feeding deeper into her imagination. She can remember Mitsuri’s large chest pressing up against her back, small pants accompanying their gentle movements. The first time she met Tengen’s wives everyone was pleasantly drunk, letting hands brush up against bodies. Uzui himself was annoying, but he was damn attractive and had good taste in women.

And of course she imagines Giyuu. She keeps the touches of awkwardness in his behavior, it’s part of the charm. He’d be so easy to tease, a pretty pink falling over his features.

The line between his male attributes and his current ones is quickly crossed. She’s already caught a glimpse at his chest. It’s easy to imagine that she’s undoing his bra instead of putting it on. His breasts would fit so perfectly into her hands. Tomioka would gasp and pant until she finally reached between her legs to grace the man’s newly formed cunt.

Images grow fuzzier. She doesn’t know if he’d be hairy down there (a mirror to her own pussy) or neatly trimmed or even completely bare.

She’d touch it either way, tease him by straying away from his clit to focus on the precious petals surrounding a molten core. Shinobu would dip her hand inside until she could lure out the wetness inside, spreading over-

Arching her back Kocho shakes as she comes undone. Her thighs burn as they stiffen and point outwards. The woman’s cunt clenches and pushes out more slick. She tries to keep most of it off her sheets, though they’re already soaked in her sweat. Shinobu should change them and sleep on something cleaner but instead she wipes her moist fingers on the blanket and turns over.

—-

In the morning Shinobu wakes up still nude. Her girls know not to barge into her room unprompted so she moves slowly while she works to get presentable. Any shame about her fantasies last night is buried underneath the fact that they are just fantasies. If the thoughts occasionally permeate her regular life they certainly don’t persuade her actual actions.

Outside everything functions as normal. The rest of the girl’s are well trained and are smart enough to disregard rules during a real emergency. Though by the way Aoi immediately rushes to her side not everything is running completely smoothly.

“Shinobu-sama I uh- I’m not sure how to say this but I found something in the laundry last night.”

“Was it dirty clothes?” The opportunity is too good to pass up and though her gentle tone downplays the corniness Aoi still rolls her eyes.

“There was blood on… on a pair of panties.” She’s whispers the last word, young enough to feel embarrassed by it.

“Menstrual blood?” Shinobu already knows the answer, Aoi wouldn’t bother her over something like that.

“It was too high up to be from that, unless someone really didn’t know what they were doing which-“ The girl’s face turns pink though she keeps her hard tone. “I think they might have been Tomioka-sama’s.” She whispers the last part again.

“Oh.” That does sound like something worth bothering her. “Well I’ll have a talk with him. Thank you for telling me Aoi-chan.”

She bows curtly and seems rather excited to remove herself from the situation. Shinobu feels for the poor girl but there’s a little humor in the situation too.

Kocho isn’t too worried, but considering that she doesn’t have any other pressing matters she decides to pay the man a visit. The woman pockets some menstrual products and a bit of disinfecting alcohol in case he really does need some sort of help. She hadn’t given him any sort of exam because of how out of sorts the man already was, but she assumes that his body has proper… equipment alongside the changes that were already clear.

She finds the man in his room still. With a light knock she’s granted entrance. Giyuu is totally oblivious to the reason for her arrival, shooting her a questioning look.

“How are you doing Tomioka-san?”

“I’m fine.”

“Are you? Aoi-chan told me something very interesting.”

The man doesn’t respond to that. He’s still clueless to whatever she’s insinuating.

“She told me she found some blood on a pair of undergarments. Isn’t that interesting?”

In lieu of another answer he turns around to avoid the question. He stands with his back turned towards her, absolutely still. Shinobu is patient but as the minutes stretch onward she gives him a gentle prompt. “Were you going to tell me anything or do you just enjoy wasting my time?” She takes a step back to tease a departure.

“I cut myself.”

“And you decided it’d be best to stay silent about it?”

“It was a very small cut.”

Kocho doesn’t allow him to get ahead of her. “Considering your condition you should disclose any injuries, especially when you take in account the location. Most people don’t go around slicing such delicate areas.”

“I was trying to shave.” Clearly he admitted it thinking he was proving the woman wrong, but now all she can think about is the fact that he shaves regularly. She tucks the thought away, but it’ll make an appearance the next time she can’t sleep and needs entertainment.

Shinobu isn’t surprised that he’d brush something like this to the side. He’d barely get treatment if he was sliced through. “Of course a pretty boy like you would care about something like that at a time like this. Why don’t you show me and I can disinfect it for you.”

“It grew hair when I- You aren’t being very professional right now.” He doesn’t seem too angry but rather annoyed.

“Sorry! You should be fine yes but, it might be good to take a closer look considering the unusual circumstances.” The suggestion feels obvious but Giyuu is caught off guard by what she is technically suggesting.

Still she’s seen him in all sorts of conditions so eventually after Shinobu makes it clear she’s not leaving the man slowly pulls down his pants. He looks ridiculous with the fabric pooled around his ankles. Much slower he undoes the bottom few buttons of his shirt before, finally, taking off the underwear given to him.

And it’s true that the cut isn’t particularly large or nasty, but if he were to transform back soon Shinobu isn’t entirely sure where it would end up. “Let me disinfect it and we can be done with this.” She motions towards the bed and waits for Giyuu to sit.

Kocho tries really hard to keep her mind focused on the task at hand but as she kneels between Tomioka’s legs all she can think about is that she’s kneeling between his fucking legs, pussy spread right before her. Keeping her eyes above the bush of black curls she lightly pushes the cut with her finger. It’s a clean cut, made from a razor if Giyuu really did cut himself shaving.

The man hisses at the pressure against the injury. Though his noises get only louder when she swipes alcohol over the wound.

“Sorry, I can’t do much to help with the pain. It’s a rather large cut. Can you still feel any pain when I press over here?”

This time she moves upwards. He lets out a gruff noise that’s probably meant to be affirmation. She dances around the wound seeing how far the pain goes. For a bit Shinobu moves left and right and upwards. After she’s measured the distance in nearly every direction her fingers of course slip down. They feel over rough hair, warm skin buried underneath. “Can you still feel any pain down here?”

Tomioka is looking down at Shinobu (though he still avoids eye-contact) with a touch of shame. “Just a bit.” His words are very quiet now.

It’s dangerous to move much lower but she does anyways. Pale skin turns pink as it curves downwards. If she followed the bend she’d be welcomed to the feeling of hot slippery skin.

“Here?” She looks up into the man’s eyes.

“I-I’m not sure.” Tomioka’s voice grows even higher, it’s probably an octave or two above his usual tone.

Shinobu doesn’t pull away, but doesn’t drift lower quite yet. “Should I keep checking?” If he says no then this memory can go with all the other embarrassing moments (like when she caught Uzui and one of his wives doing very inappropriate things on one of the hospital beds) and she’ll draw a proper line between doctor and patient.

But Giyuu doesn’t say no, he nods gently. Without exposing her eagerness she suavely inches down towards his newly formed clit. It’s large, already visible beneath the hood. She wonders if that somehow translates to an above average dick or just means that this is what a dick-turned-clit would look like.

“Does it hurt here?” Kocho jabs it in just the right way that she knows she’s following the trail of nerves upwards. The level of stimulation goes up exponentially, so fast that Giyuu can’t even cover his mouth before a loud moan rips from his mouth. It’s high and melodic and definitely noisy enough that a passer-by might’ve heard (if the whole estate already hasn’t). Pulling back for only a brief moment the woman gives him quick instructions to cover his mouth and doesn’t even wait for a response before her fingers are moving again.

This time Shinobu takes it slower. She rubs Giyuu’s clit in gentle circles until the man is curving over her head. The hand that’s not covering his mouth slips down to dig into her hair. It’s not controlling or demanding but a quiet plea for merch. Shinobu has none.

Tomioka’s hot and hard clit has more nerve endings in it than his entire dick. It’s likely that he’s never felt this amount of stimulation before. Kocho can bring more pleasure to him with the tips of her fingers compared to what an entire body might usually do. The rush of power accompanies a rush of blood until her own cunt is just as wet as Tomioka’s. She was trying to keep some level of coolness but her desperation might even outweigh the man’s.

“Lay down for me?” When he scoots to spread across the bed properly she takes the moment to shed her haori and start the top buttons of her uniform. Kocho’s never been patient though and before she can finish she’s crawling on top of Giyuu.

Now she focuses on his face. It’s mostly the same, maybe his eyelashes are shorter and maybe his nose curves a little more but the changes are negligible. What she really looks at is his red lips and rosy skin. The man barely makes eye contact in regular situations but now he doesn’t even blink as he looks up at her.

“Can I kiss you?” Shinobu is first to break their standoff. She cups his chin and resists moving forward until she has a proper answer despite how alluring he is.

Though it seems like Giyuu’s resolve has weakened too as he tugs her forward. His lips move softly with clumsy movements exactly like she’s imagined on a million lonely nights. Her own devour as tongue and teeth collide with his gentle motions.

“You’re beautiful.” She doesn’t even know if Tomioka can hear the words through skin and muffled moans. To be sure the woman shows her appreciation in other ways. Her hands grab at his covered chest and toned stomach and soft hips. Shinobu presses their bodies together like stars colliding. She’s about to swallow him in a black hole.

Finally after a few minutes of kissing and breathing and more kissing she’s satisfied. Not for the whole night, but enough to negotiate this properly.

It’s hard to ignore the way Giyuu looks though. He’s panting with wet lips that are parted just the tiniest amount. Shinobu could slip her finger in-between and-

Asking about this, that’s what she was doing. “Can I keep touching you? All of you?”

“Sure.” Even through the cloud of lust Shinobu can tell he sounds off.

“Are you?” Her hands settle gently on his hips. They don’t dig into the skin, just cradle the soft outline of curves.

Giyuu looks embarrassed, not in the way he looked embarassed when Kocho was rubbing his cunt but embarassed in a sad way that makes her feel guilty for even looking at him.

She forgets about sex for a moment and gives him a real kiss. There’s no hunger in this one though desire still rolls within her gut. “We don’t have to anything. I-I shouldn’t even have suggested it. That was inappropriate of me.”

The man’s hands curl around her waist. She can feel them shaking. “Do you just want me because of this body?” The sounds fall sweetly from his mouth despite the harsh innards.

“No! I wouldn’t do this with just anyone. Though I do admit your recent transformation may have… prompted me.”

Tomioka huffs like somethings been confirmed but Kocho isn’t so easily silenced. “It’s not like I’ve had an opportunity like this before either. I can’t imagine what sort of situation you’d let me fondle you in other than this one.” The words sound like excuses but it’s the truth. Giyuu knows it too so he relaxes into the sheets.

“I would’ve let you if you had asked earlier.” Even coming out of his mouth he knows that there’s no time or place she could’ve, would’ve, asked other than right now.

“Hmm well next time I’ll be sure to read your mind.” It’s full of her usual teasing tone as her hands sink deeper into his skin.

Tomioka scoffs but it comes out quiet.

“Now, while I’ve already violated all kinds of moral rules can we keep this going?”

The man has no choice but to agree because despite his reservations he wants this just as badly.

This time a perfect balance between soft and rough is found. Shinobu’s lips still move like they can devour his skin but her focus is drawn over his whole body, dampening the earlier ferocity.

The woman’s hands are a lot less nervous than Giyuu’s. They dance over his hips and chest and then back down to cup his cunt and feel the heat radiating from it.

All the sensations are different. Kocho’s hands over his core feel nice but don’t inspire immediate arousal the way they would if someone skimmed their fingers over his cock. Everything feels drawn out, his breasts and collarbones and thighs soaking in the pleasure alongside his fragile center.

Then she skims over his clit again, rubs a slow circle and pushes her fingers upwards, and he lets out another lewd noise. All the sensations focus on a single spot until she moves away and they spread back out to the rest of his body.

“You need to be quieter.” Shinobu’s lips move over his neck. “Do you need help with that?” He can’t imagine what she’s implying and isn’t sure if he should be aroused or frightened (and aroused).

“Maybe.” Giyuu tries to make it sound sexy rather than unsure. It’s not clear if he succeeds.

She laughs which is maybe a sign that failed but regardless her tone remains the same. “Why don’t you do some work now then? It’s rude to leave me to do everything myself.”

“Sorry.” It’s an empty apology to buy time while Tomioka considers the fact that he doesn’t know how this kind of “work” works. His hands skate over her hips and up to her shirt that’s still partially buttoned. It’s a weak move but one that can’t be wrong.

Still he undoes it easily and within a few seconds is met with the slope of her neck as it morphs into her chest. Even though she wears a bra the sight is still beautiful.

So without thinking he moves below the padding, pushed open by gravity, and cups her chest. It’s a warm weight in his hands and Shinobu makes a pleased noise that urges him onwards.

He gropes the skin and grinds his palm over her nipple. The woman gives another affirming hum though it seems like his actions aren’t particularly arousing.

Instead he guides her back upwards so they can sit on even ground. This way he can move lips over her neck and collarbones without straining. As an added bonus they can shrug off unwanted bits of clothes.

When he moves further downwards however he is met once more with the barrier of Kocho’s bra. Giyuu can’t slip his lips beneath the padding the same way his hands could and is faced with the daunting task of undoing her bra.

His hands slip around her back until they find the claspes that keep the whole thing stuck together. It takes several clumsy attempts to undo the wiring but thankfully he doesn’t need any help.

When he is finally met with the sight of her breasts there’s an awkward moment where he just stares. Giyuu has spent plenty of time observing his own breasts but there’s more appeal in looking at someone else’s. He cups them again, feels the soft weight, and then moves forward with his lips. The man tests out her reaction when he sucks or kisses or even skims teeth gently over her flesh. When he finally makes it to a hard pink nipple he opens his mouth wide and drags his tongue over the area. He’s finally gifted with a true moan as she leans into the action.

Pleased, Tomioka repeats the motion several times, alternating between licking and sucking. Shinobu is probably making as much noise as he was earlier but he’s much less inclined to tell her to be quiet. Instead his actions grow a bit bolder. His hands, which were previously lying gently against her hips, move to grope her ass. Though he has a desire to explore her cunt in turn, he has no idea where to even begin there. So for now he settles for feeling the weight of her body as her hips subtly sway.

Finally he pulls himself away from Shinobu’s breasts, which are now covered in spit and hickies. It’s attractive enough that he wants to dive right back in, but for now he finds some restraint in order to look towards her face.

The woman has pink cheeks and her eyes are shut in either embarrassment or from the lingering pleasure. When she feels the stimulation stop for more than a few moments she’s forced to meet Tomioka’s gaze.

“What do I do now?” There’s no point in hiding his uncertainty.

“Hm?” Kocho is caught off guard by such a direct question. “Well there’s lots of ways to do this though I’m sure you’re not aware of them. But you seem to be very good with your mouth.” With that she unbuttons her pants and starts to slide them off. After a pointed look Giyuu shimmies his own uniform the rest of the way off.

They face each other, both nude in their entirety. Giyuu wishes he had a way to do this more smoothly but there’s not any excuse that could justify how his eyes immediately point to her uncovered cunt.

There’s a wild bush of hair in front, mostly black with tinges of purple further down. The shocking color makes him briefly consider what the rest of the hashira with their vibrant hair might look like, but he can’t stay distracted for long when Shinobu is pushing him back and swinging her hips over his.

For a moment they return to gentle kissing and groping. Giyuu relaxes in the sheets as his nudity becomes irrelevant. Most of the feelings are the same except for her bare breasts pushing against his own. The weight of them is less obvious when he lays back like his.

But eventually Shinobu gets rough again as her hands drag over his skin. She draws her mouth back, lines of spit connecting them. “Are you ready?” Tomioka doesn’t know what he should be ready for, but he nods anyways.

In a moment she spins around and plants her thighs on the sides of his head. Now he can stare all her likes because her pussy is right below his eyes. It’s pink and shiny with slick. When he breathes heavily the muscles contract and twitch right above his mouth.

After a second of silence and stillness Giyuu realizes he’s probably supposed to be doing something. Bringing his hands back to her waist he drags her cunt to his lips. He repeats some of the same motions he tried on her breasts earlier. The kitten licks and gentle sucking draw out more moans, but eventually he figures out how to plunge his tongue inside of her which brings out real noises. More than that there’s the wet sounds of her pussy moving against his face. It’s more erotic than even the sight of her pink insides so close to him.

Tomioka is happy to eat the woman out even receiving no stimulation of his own. In fact he’s almost surprised when she shifts to mirror his position. Almost tenderly the woman presses a kiss to the small cut on his pelvis. From there she follows the same path as earlier. Though this time she has to pry his legs apart to insert her fingers back inside his cunt. It’s a lot harder to keep his pace even when he’s constantly interrupted by his own moans, but he manages to stay consistent with his motions at least.

It gives him a good way too to figure out what else he can do to pleasure her. Getting a hand in the right spot is difficult but he locates her clit and figures out how to rub in a way that breaks the woman’s focus.

From then it becomes almost a game. He’ll push her further into pleasure until she finds some new way to tease him and his pace is interrupted with several moans. Then Giyuu moves in with more vigor until she is interrupted in turn.

Of course, unused to this sort of pleasure, Tomioka cracks first. He practically lunges into Shinobu as his back curls.

Lengthening his orgasm the woman continues to spread her fingers inside her and swirl her tongue around his clit. Right before he can relax she wraps her lips around the engorged bud and sucks hard. It tumbles over from to pleasure to overstimulation and Tomioka cries out beautifully until she finally releases him.

He flops down for a second to gather his senses. The man’s whole body has gone limp as all his muscles relax.

Thankfully Kocho gives him a few minutes to breathe and rest before she sits up and more of her weight shifts to Giyuu’s face. He’s exhausted but owes the woman (though he’d do this either way). It’s much easier to stimulate her when she can rock her hips along with his movements.

Given the fact that her thighs bump into his shoulders and partially pin him down it’s hard to move his arm properly but he does find a way to move it upwards and sneak a few fingers into her cunt. While she fucks herself on them his tongue is free to focus elsewhere. He doesn’t have many tricks or knowledge that can give her as good of an orgasm as he got but Shinobu’s own excitement might make up for that as her pussy constantly leaks. There’s virtually no friction in their movements between that and the sweat.

Tomioka needs a little edge to bring her all the way to the end though and while he might be killed for this he lets his teeth grab at her clit. He doesn’t bite, just holds the bead in place while his tongue laps at it. Internally he prepares to be smacked or something worse but thankfully he succeeds in this mission and Kocho suffocates him while her cunt pulses around his fingers. He happily drowns in her, an object until she’s satisfied.

When she finally relaxes and moves to the side Giyuu doesn’t release his hold on her. His arms tie themselves around her waist as he drags her back towards him. He claims his place, face buried in the softness of her stomach. Kocho’s hands are quick to start combing through his hair. Giyuu’s bangs are stuck in awkward positions from the earlier pressure against them.

“You were awfully good at that. Are you sure you haven’t done this before?” Her tone at first is so honest it’s hard to tell if she’s joking or not. The soft kiss she places on his head afterwards only confuses him more.

“I haven’t.” He pulls back to look her in the eyes. “You have though?” Shinobu seemed awfully confident in her actions earlier.

“Ah well-“ She goes bright red. It’s maybe the most embarrassed she’s been throughout all of this. “Just a little.”

Tomioka is curious and while he’s socially inept enough to have asked the first question he does know not to ask the others on his mind. The silence lingers for a second though until he can think of something else to say.

“Well you were very good too. It was different than how I thought it’d be…” He mumbles the last bit.

“Were you thinking about this?” Again it’s just a gentle poke but Tomioka freezes like he’s been caught. It’s so obvious she can’t help but laugh. She bends down to press another kiss to his head. “I’ll pry those thoughts out of you one day.” Maybe when she shares her own late night fantasies (maybe if she gets drunk enough).

Instead of responding he holds Shinobu closer, pulling her down so he can nestle his head in her shoulder. His sigh is maybe too heavy, with a taste of that familiar annoyance, but with their bodies intertwined there’s no room for true animosity.

It’s only midday so really they don’t have time to nap. Any moment a new patient will come in or the silence will dare Aoi to wander towards their room just to check in (Shinobu regrets having such attentive aides). They pretend for a few moments though. Kocho pets Tomioka’s head and he breathes deeply into her skin. The woman even lets her eyes slip shut for a minute or two. Most nights she barely gets sleep at all, she can’t remember ever having taken a nap once her life as a slayer started. It’s a slippery slope and when her eyes are harder to open than they are to close she knows it’s time to get up.

With a heavy groan she pushes herself upwards. Tomioka received a private suite given his condition which means Shinobu can clean herself before returning to her duties. When she slides off the bed long hands trail after her. “Are you leaving?”

“It’s barely past noon.”

He looks towards the sun streaming through the slats of the window. “Oh.”

She huffs. “You can join me if you’d like. I don’t expect you to stay nude in bed all day.”

That draws a very soft smile from Giyuu. He trails after her, hands gravitating back towards her body. Meeting him halfway she pulls his arms around her middle. Kissing his fingers she tastes her own spend and lets her tongue dive between the digits. They pause the journey for the lewd display. Tomioka watches from over her shoulder, rocking gently against the woman’s back. “Can we go back to bed?” He already knows the answer.

“No… but a bath might be good. I probably don’t smell good. Perfume can only be used so many times before the stink just has to be washed off.” Perfume doesn’t really cover the smell at all but when she hasn’t showered for days or weeks it’s better than nothing. Tomioka nods dumbly and so Shinobu tries again. “You can join me if you’d like. It’ll save water.”

She watches the realization paint over the confusion. It’s so obvious that it draws a smile from her own lips. “Okay.” The answer isn’t very elegant but she can’t expect much else.

[calypsocolada]

how they are when they're jealous... ft. giyu, mitsuri, obanai, sanemi, rengoku, tengen, & hotaru

authors note: hello. with this new season of demon slayer i felt inspired. lemme know if you guys want more. i sort of went a little crazy with tengen's and hotaru's little stories. ENJOY!

cw: lots of death talk in hotaru's part, maybe slightly suggestive, not proofread

wc: 5k

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Giyu hides his jealousy way too well. You two had worked together for a very long time. The first few months of knowing him you didn’t even know if he knew your name let alone that you existed to him. He was not very open so you left him alone the best you could. That was until one day you were eating peacefully and he came and sat next to you. You were stunned, your chewing paused as you slowly looked over at him. He was sitting cross legged beside you, quietly opening his wrapped food. When he noticed you looking he paused and met your eyes.

“Hm?” He hummed, as though he sat next to you all the time. As though you two had said more than three words to each other in months. You didn’t want to scare him off so you just gently shook your head. 

“Nothing.” You answered, looking back down at your food, swallowing nervously. Giyu returned his look to his food and out of the corner of your eyes you saw him pause. 

“Are you… friendly with Sanemi?” He asked. You furrowed your brow, chancing a glance at him. He met your eyes with a curious stare. 

“Sanemi?” You repeated. He nodded his head once. You purse your lips. You were friendly with all the hashira’s except him but you didn’t think that was exactly what he was asking. Well to be honest you weren’t really sure what he was asking so you decided to play it safe.

“Hmm… yes. He’s a friend.” You answer. His face doesn’t reveal anything as he nods his head again, looking back at his food. You wonder if you answered correctly as he suddenly pulls out a little white sweets box. The very same sweets that you would buy as a treat for yourself after missions. 

“Just a friend?” He asks as you nod your head, blushing slightly. Giyu looks relieved and hands the sweets over to you without a word. 

“Oh… for me?” You ask and he nods his head. When you reach to take it your hands brush and you swear his cheeks pinken.

-

You didn’t think Mitsuri ever got jealous until a few years into your relationship. You two often had missions together which meant you also had time off at the same time. Hiking to the swordsmith village to relax. After settling in you two hit the kitchen. The only thing that could rival your love for each other was your love for food. There were a few other hashira’s around and when you couldn’t pop a jar open you handed it over, sighing, to the closest person, which wasn’t your girlfriend. Shinobu popped it open for you and you continued to help prep the food. That’s when you noticed Mitsuri pouting and when you met her eyes she blushed and looked away embarrassed, returning to helping prepare food. You didn’t think much about it but at dinner she was quiet. You wanted to ask if something was wrong but you didn’t want to embarrass her in front of the other hashira’s so you waited until you two were headed back to your shared cabin. Once out of ear shot you reached and tucked her hair behind her ear so you were able to see her face. 

“Is something wrong?” You asked, still blushing she shrugged it off, shaking her head.

“No… nothing’s wrong, dear.” She answered quickly. It was an obvious lie.

“Did someone say something to you? To make you upset?”

“No… it’s… nothing important.” She said with a soft shake of her head, like she was trying to trick herself into forgetting about it. You laced your fingers with hers. 

“If you're upset then it’s important. Come on, just tell me.” You prodded gently. She gave a little sigh and you could tell she was a little embarrassed but still she opened up to you.

“I’m strong… you know,” She starts, wearily looking over at you.

“I know that.” 

“I can open things. Lift things…. You know, you don’t need anyone else to do that kind of stuff.” Slowly you nodded your head, trying to understand what she was saying. “I just wanted you to know that.” You gave her hand a gentle squeeze and that’s when it hit you. You absentmindedly let someone open a jar for you. It really was a small thing but you knew Mitsuri liked to be strong for you. You turned to hide your smile, you pulled her hand to your lips and kissed her knuckles. “That… reminds me, honey, I’m exhausted…” “You want me to carry you?” She asks excitedly as you softly laughed, nodding your head. MItsuri sweeps you off your feet with ease and you can tell she’s forgotten all about being upset.

-

Obanai doesn’t necessarily get jealous, it's more of a territorial thing. You thought for sure he hated you, little did you know he worshiped you from the start. Sometimes you’d have missions with him and he'd speak about three words to you and sometimes when you were lucky he’d speak full sentences. You didn’t know until later on it was because he was so damn nervous around you. On this particular mission, after slaying the demon, you two went out for drinks. It was wholly awkward so you excused yourself from the table and found your way to the bar. The bartender thanked you for helping with the demon and it felt nice to talk with someone. This whole thing played out for maybe two minutes before the bartender froze, eyes fearful as he glanced behind you. You furrowed your brows and turned as Obanai approached. 

“We received another mission, we should get going.” He says as you sigh, nodding your head, he placed some money on the counter for your drinks.

“T-the drinks are on the house.” The bartender offered but Obanai just slid the money over, his eyes sharpening. You watched the whole thing, sort of speechless. When you followed him out he held the door open for you and gave one more heated glance at the bartender. The village you two were currently stationed at was quiet and peaceful. 

“Where are we headed next?” You asked as you fell into step with him.

“A few towns over.” He answered and you nodded your head, knowing that was just about as much talking you're probably getting out of him tonight. “Unless you wanted to stay.” 

“Stay here?” You asked, he was walking a few steps ahead of you. He didn’t answer. “I wouldn’t have minded having a few more drinks.” You joked.

“With that bartender?” He added and you didn’t miss the bitterness in his voice. You paused, deciding whatever you said next you had to tread lightly. You could tease him or you could clear things up. 

“At least he talks to me.” You said. He stopped, turning to face you.

“Anything enlightening?” 

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” You said and he raised his head just slightly.

“I would.”

“I’m joking, he was just thanking us for taking care of that demon.” You said truthfully as Obanai nodded his head, turning away from you as you walked. You didn’t want the conversation to end. Even though you two never talked much before you found yourself wanting to hear more of his voice, wanting more of his attention. Unwittingly you had all of his attention most of the time. You couldn’t think of anything to say.

“You make me nervous,” Obanai says over his shoulder. “That’s why I don’t talk much.”

“Oh,” You were stunned. He turned to face you again and you gave him a soft smile, you wanted him to feel comfortable with you. “Is it because I talk too much?” You ask. Obanai instantly shakes his head ‘no’. 

“Don’t stop. I like the sound of your voice.” It almost sounded like a plea.

-

Sanemi lets it be known he’s jealous, he doesn’t care to hide it. Someone’s talking with you, smiling and laughing a bit too much with you? There’s Sanemi saddling up beside you, hand sliding around you to rest on your hip as he pulls you a bit closer to him. He’s shameless. When he first met you, you were in training to be a hashira under Tengen and Sanemi would watch your workouts sometimes. He’d always watch with this sort of intense expression and sometimes it caught you off guard and distracted you. In those moments Tengen would take you to the floor, huffing. 

“I’m going to ban him from our training sessions if you can’t focus.” Tengen said, he straddled you, pressing you into the dirt as you cleared your throat.

“I’m so sorry sir, it won’t happen again.” And at least for the rest of practice that day you kept your eyes on your teacher. But after Tengen was finished with you he ruffled your hair.

“You’re a force to be reckoned with if you keep your eyes off the wind hashira.” He said and you turned bright red, unable to chirp back at him so he laughs heartily and waves as he leaves. You sigh, turning as Sanemi grabs a practice sword. You watch as he swings it around before pointing it towards you. 

“Tengen’s a handsy guy. Already has three wives but watch out and you’ll be his fourth.” Sanemi stated dryly. You were exhausted from training and the way Sanemi moved closer to you you wondered if he was wanting to train you a bit himself. Sanemi circles you like a predator. You feel his eyes on every part of your body as you swallow dryly. When he walked back around the front he tossed you the sword and you caught it with ease. He grabbed a sword himself. 

“I… am exhausted, Sanemi.” You huffed and he gave you a heated look. 

“One round.” He points the tip at you. You swallowed down a sigh and pointed your sword right back at him. You weren’t bad by any means but you weren’t even close to the level of a hashira. Sanemi worked around your blade with practiced ease and you realized right there and then that Tengen was certainly going easy on you because Sanemi had backed you up in seconds and took you to the ground. He pressed himself against you, his sword against your neck. Your eyes glared up at him.

“Alright you won, can I go rest now?”

“Has that lousy sound hashira taught you anything?” Sanemi questions. He was obsessed with this. He saw the look on your face. “Ditch him, I’ll teach you from now on.”

“I’m not doing that. Tengen is a good teacher.” You defended. Sanemi pulled the sword away from your neck and with swiftness pulled you to your feet. He doesn’t let go of your hand though and the closeness to him has your heart beating wildly in your chest. 

“I’m better.” He says as though it's a well known fact. You wondered what his motives were and what his grudge was against Tengen. 

“What’s this about?” You ask and watch his eyes leave yours as he shamelessly looks at your lips, scanning what he wanted to before meeting your eyes again. This simple act wreaked havoc on your systems. 

“I think it’s pretty clear, I want to teach you myself.”

“Why though?”

“Tengen doesn’t deserve to. That’s why.” He pulls you to him suddenly. “Do you understand?” His voice was low and soft, eyes searching. He was trying to tell you something with his eyes. He sighed, you guessed he needed to be more clear with his intentions so he gave a small shake of the head and dipped his head to meet your lips with his. You sucked in a breath as he kissed you hard enough to prove his point. You understood now, albeit a little late.

-

Rengoku’s jealousy is healthy. He trusts you fully but doesn’t trust anyone who would come up and flirt with you when he’s right there. A lot of people come up and talk with you and you're completely oblivious to their flirting so Rengoku will intervene to save you. On your very first date the waiter at the noodle place you two were at flirted with you practically the entire time. Rengoku didn’t get angry, in fact it made him smile that no matter how much flirting was being done you’d still be leaving this restaurant with him. But the moment the waiter stepped over the line and made you clearly uncomfortable Rengoku cleared his throat. He didn’t yell or make a scene, he just simply gave the waiter a fiery glare. The waiter was gone within seconds. You looked at your date, giving him a knowing and thankful smile. 

The only time jealousy fully got under his skin was when he came back from a long mission and caught sight of you eating lunch in the courtyard with Giyu. He felt his cheeks burn at the sight. One thing Rengoku loved just slightly less than you was food. And what he loved more about it was eating it next to you. But here you were, eating it next to someone else. Sure it was childish but logic never really came into play when jealousy took over. When you walked back to your shared room and caught sight of his red hair your face completely morphed into light as you sprinted across the room and slammed against him in a bone crushing hug. He’d been gone for at least two months and it was almost unbearable.Rengoku, despite pouting slightly, wrapped you in a hug with the same vigor, breathing in your scent. You two stayed like that for a long moment. 

“I missed you. When did you get back?” You asked, muffled against his chest.

“About an hour ago.” You pulled back at that, looking up at him. He wanted to mope but the moment your eyes met his smile so wide fitted to his lips. 

“An hour?” You asked. “Why didn’t you come find me?”

“I saw you eating with Giyu, just didn’t want to bother you.” He says and knows he was being silly earlier. But being apart from you for two months had made him weary and heartsick for you. 

“You could never bother me. Never.” You doubled down, pulling his face to yours, proving your point with a kiss. He mumbled an apology against your lips before you smiled into the kiss. When you pulled back you slightly smirked up at him. “Was that jealousy?” You asked as his entire face went beet red and you knew you were right. You tilted your head to the side. “Kyojuro…”

“I’m sorry,” He says, tightening his hold around you. “We’ve been apart far too long.”

-

Tengen also hides his jealousy pretty well but hides it behind jokes. You could not stand him when you first met. You were nothing like him. Liked the quiet, liked the dark, liked your solitude. Tengen on the hand liked you. He liked how quiet you were and wanted to diminish the dark for you and snatch away your solitude. You liked your personal space and he also liked your personal space. 

You grew up an only child with cold parents in a depressing town so when you met Tengen and he was flashy and warm, naturally you sulked away from him. He tried everything. He bought you your favorite sweets and relished when you’d give him the smallest of smiles that looked more like a grimace but he’d take what he can get. He’d find you books to read and insist that you read it to him in return and when you begrudgingly agreed he’d melt into a puddle and sit as close as humanly possible. And when he’d pretend to fall asleep on your shoulder he really felt as though he could combust. 

He’d never chased after someone so hard. 

You were so elusive, just out of reach. When you met his wives they all adored you in the same way he did. It scared him though, you weren’t one to put yourself out there. You didn’t like many people and being with Tengen meant you’d be with four people at all times. Though the times that you were around and happened to run into him and his wives you didn’t seem overwhelmed. In fact the first time he saw you actually smile, like eyes crinkling cheeks blushing smile was when Hinatsuru pulled you into a hug and told you how pretty you looked. The only jealousy he felt then and there was not being able to have that smile directed at him. But after seeing that smile he finally realized it was possible to make you smile so let the teasing begin. Suddenly Tengen was around all the time. You didn’t notice it at first but suddenly he was everywhere. Teasing you, overtly flirting with you, towering over you and trying so damn hard to make you blush and smile the way his wife did. 

It was exhausting for you. All this attention. What was even more exhausting is pretending that you didn’t want Tengen. There was a war within you. Wanting to be alone and wishing to never be alone again. Tengen and his life was the polar opposite of yours. Everything you couldn’t stand but found wanting to tolerate, wanting that shine in your darkness. Things all came to a head when you were at a fork in the road. Tagging along Tengen’s mission versus Giyu’s. To you it was an obvious choice. Tagging along with Giyu meant not really having to talk the entire time. And when you told Tengen things spiraled.

“So you got a thing for the quiet ones? Should’ve known.” He teased with this sort of practiced ease. He looked wholly unaffected by your decision.

“I don’t have a thing for anyone.” You corrected, you had been cleaning your katana when he found his way into your room somehow without your objections. Maybe it was all the time that you were spending with him things were just slowly becoming comfortable? 

“You’re breaking my heart, sunshine.” If looks could kill Tengen would be long long dead. It wasn’t the first time he called you that nickname and it certainly would not be the last. Unfortunately.

“I’m very busy, you know.”

“Busy thinking of your mission with the stoic Giyu?” He teased and you breathed in and let out a huff of air.

“You are relentless. Is there something you want to say?” You ask over your shoulder. He’s uncharacteristically quiet behind you so you turn just slightly. Tengen is looking at you in the same way he’d been looking at you when he thought you weren’t paying attention. Tengen looked at you as though the light only shined on earth because you held the sun in place. You looked away and begrudgingly ignored that flip in your chest.

“You like him better than me.” And… he’s back to teasing. Well two can play that game.

“Yes I do.” You answered bluntly.

“Now you’re really killing me, Sun-”

“Nope. No nicknames. I’m not a pet.” He laughed at that, a warm laugh that you didn’t know how badly you wanted to hear again. 

“I bet he isn’t able to get under your skin like I do.”

“You’re right.” You said and heard Tengen stand from where he was sitting. You go slightly rigid as you feel him walk closer to where you’re standing. He barely brushes against you as he looks over your shoulder. You try to continue to work like this was unaffecting you but your walls were slowly crumbling around you. There was only so long you could pretend you didn’t want a good thing. And Tengen was sure as hell a good thing. 

“Giyu’s quiet. You won’t have an ounce of fun on his mission.” 

“Killing demon’s isn’t supposed to be fun.” You throw back and you can practically hear the smirk in his voice as he responds.

“It is with me.” You roll your eyes and turn to tell him to get lost but when you turn and look up your faces are millimeters apart. Maybe even less. Your words falter and for a moment all you can think of is if you moved just barely forwards your lips would meet his. “Cat got your tongue?” He said huskily just loud enough for you to hear. It turns your insides out, burning you up from head to toe. You wanted to ask what he really wanted but it would ultimately be a stupid question. Tengen had never hidden his intentions from the start. Only you had. He pointedly moved his eyes to your lips but didn’t move any closer. You knew then and there he was practically handing over the reigns. If you wanted him you’d have to make the next move. You had a penchant for letting things pass you by. It was like you were begrudgingly obsessed with not letting yourself have anything. Love never seemed like something attainable. Friendship seemed like a lot of work and family never felt like family. “I’ll wait forever, if that’s what you want.” He whispered, interrupting your thoughts. Your heart hurts at that. You weren’t being fair. Making him wait forever was a selfish thing to do and even with all those things he still looked one hundred percent serious when he said it. He wouldn’t get tired of you. He could be the one to stick around for good. He could be the good. 

“I”m still going with Giyu. I already promised.” You said.

“Break the promise, Sunshine, I’m practically begging.” As his face slightly dropped you leaned forwards and closed that gap that you had gotten far too comfortable with. Lips sliding against lips.

-

Hotaru was downright scary when he was jealous. Holy shit you were scared out of your mind. Your destroyed blade laid in pieces in front of you. Your heart was in your throat. You felt a hand on your shoulder as Rengoku gave you a reassuring squeeze. 

“Tough break, kid.” He said with a shake of his head. “I’m sure he’ll understand.”

“The last time I broke my blade he yelled and ranted for three hours and passed out from lightheadedness.” You said, remembering the whole ordeal with a shiver. Rengoku shook his head.

“Your blade broke for a noble cause, make sure to tell him that.” He said, giving you one last squeeze before turning to leave. You bent over and grabbed the shattered remains. You were dead. Dead dead dead. You had so much life to live. You had sweets in the fridge that Mitsuri made for you. You had finally learned a few new cool tricks to use in fighting. You were visiting home next month. You sighed, gathering up the broken pieces in a cloth. 

“I will pay you double… no triple the usual amount, please I beg you.” You had your hands clasped together in front of you as though silent praying. The night before last you had an idea. There was more than just Hotaru that could make you a blade in the village so if you enlisted someone else to make you a sword just this one time Hotaru wouldn’t lob your head off your shoulders.

“Mr. Haganezuka  would kill  me, bring me back to life then kill me again if I made a sword for you.” The villager trembled at the mere thought. He was clearly just as afraid of Hotaru as you were. You swallowed dryly.

“He would never know, please I beg you.I’ll give you any amount.” You begged but the villager just shook his head.

“He would know because it’s you. Any other client I might do it but you… absolutely not. You’re his favorite!” He said, looking over your shoulder as though Hotaru would enter his shop at any second.

“What does that mean! The only people that would know would be me and you! Please I will literally do anything!”

“And me.” A voice behind you says. Your blood goes cold. Slowly you turn around and sure enough there’s Hotaru. You’re caught like a deer in headlights. The villager actually screams and scrambles away, startling you. Hotaru’s expressions are hidden behind his mask so you’re not sure whether or not he’s angry quite yet. You’d seen his face once a few years ago when this peaceful village was attacked. You were surprised in the moment that someone so intense could look so beautiful. That didn’t dull that fact he was scary though. 

“Mr. Haganezuka! W-what a surprise!” You choke out, cheeks going fuchsia. “Lovely weather we’re having today isn’t it?” You squeak out. Hotaru slightly moves his head and you force yourself not to bolt out the door screaming like the villager. You’re a hashira for god sakes! But to be completely truthful, Hotaru was scarier than any demon you’d ever faced. 

“Very lovely. What brings to our village?” He asks, his voice scarily calm. You force yourself to give a terse smile.

“I- I came to relax of course!”

“Relax at my competitor's shop?” He asks and there is a sharp edge to his voice. 

“Competitor? Wha? I didn’t-- I did not know you two were competing!” You nervously laughed it off, running a quick hand through your hair. “We-- we go way back. I was just visiting for a second before hitting the hot springs!” You say and start to walk towards the door but Hotaru’s hand juts out, blocking you from leaving. You freeze, you’re so close to him, he towers over you and when he turns to look down at you you feel weak in the knees. Slowly he brings his hand up, untying the back of his mask as it falls into his waiting hand and you’re met face to face with Hotaru once again. The years had passed but he still looked as beautiful as ever. You definitely make a sound, a strangled gasp, though if it was from fear or surprise no one would ever know. 

“You… two… go way back?” He grits out. God… you’d done it now. You should’ve just went to him in the first place, accepted his scolding and went about your week. But here you were, ten feet under and you weren’t even sure after this debacle if he’d fix your sword for any amount of money. You cleared your throat.

“Uhm… y-yes?” 

“Yes?” He repeated and the look on his face was as sharp as the sharpest katana. You were so dead. Goodbye family. Goodbye sweet treats. 

“How… far back?” He asks. You stare at him. How far back? He caught you in the lie and you wished instead of twenty questions he’d just yell at you. 

“Just like… a year.” You lied, Hotaru’s eyes narrowed on yours. The intense eye contact was insane. You almost forgot to breathe. 

“You’ve known me longer than.” He articulates sharply. Your lips part, you're stumped for a moment. 

“Uh… y-yes, sir, I have.” You stumble. 

“Yet instead of coming to me, who you’ve known far longer, you go to my competitor to fix the sword that I made you.” Ah fuck. The color absolutely drained from your face. 

“What?” You shook your head. “N-nuh uh! I-- I was just visiting like I said.” At the end of your sentence he holds up the cloth that had the broken pieces of your sword. You patted your bag and gasped. How the hell did he get that! “It-- that-- It’s not what it looks like, Mr. Hagenzuka! I-- well you see it broke… honorably of course… and I was coming to you-” Hotaru raised his hand to silence you and you instantly stopped talking. This was it. This was the end. Killed by your swordsmith. If you were quick you could probably wrestle back a piece of your katana and end your life before he could. 

“If you ever break your sword again,” Hotaru practically growled.”And go to my competitor, I will-”

“Kill me?” You filled in.

“Kill him.” He fumed and then he reached for you. God he was gonna choke you out! His hand slid against your cheek and when he leaned in you sent out a final goodbye. 

His lips met yours. His lips. Pressed against your lips. He was kissing you. Kissing? You? Your eyes were wide open. You had watched the whole thing in slow motion. Sure enough the moment heated as he stepped a bit closer to you, hand sliding around your hip to yank you a step closer to him. The most startling thing? The heat that suddenly ignited in your gut at the press of his mouth on yours. You made a startled sound in the back of your throat at the strange realization. What the hell was happening? When he pulled back your eyes were still open. Looking up at him as though he’d just smacked you right across the face. 

“You… just kissed me.” You say. He doesn’t answer you with words, just nods his head, still looking pissed. “On the lips.”

“Yes.” He says sharply. 

“Like lips on my lips.” “I’m aware of what I did.” Hotaru groans, looking down at you.

“Am I dead?” You asked, patting yourself for any life threatening wounds, Hotaru watches you, looking unamused. 

“No. You are not dead.” “I… was dead sure you… were going to murder me. Like… bloody murder.”

“Why in the world would I murder you?” Hotaru asks, crossing his arms.

“B-because you… because I broke my sword and schemed to fix it behind your back with your competitor.” You say slowly as though he doesn’t remember the last ten minutes. But he just looks down at you like you’re saying something incredibly apparent.

“Yes. I know.” He growls but his anger doesn’t necessarily seem directed at you as he sighs heavily. 

“I am… very… confused.” You force out. Your brain felt melted in your head. Hotaru looks down at you and for a moment so quick you could’ve missed it his eyes look… soft? No… that had to be a trick of the lights.

“You’re my client. No one else’s. Got it?” He punctuates seriously. You nod your head quickly. What the hell just happened?

[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

[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.

Do not copy, steal, modify use for AI, etc. Relogs and like are appreciated.

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[actuallysaiyan]

Let's Get Together, Build Us A Fire(Demon Slayer headcanons)

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, mentions of fellation/male receiving oral sex, size kink, struggling to take cock, slight dub-con, slight power play word count: 1k pairings: Kyojuro Rengoku x Fem!Reader, Tengen Uzui x Fem!Reader and Giyu Tomioka x Fem!Reader a/n: this new season of demon slayer is WILD! I'm hooked! Smut under the cut.

He knows he’s big. Big in so many different ways. But to watch you struggle to take all of him inside of you, it’s such a stroke to his ego.

Kyojuro doesn’t want to hurt you, but if you whine that he’s “too big” while he’s sliding into you, he has a hard time not just pressing you into the mattress and pounding into you.

He’ll watch as your little cunt dribbles as he enters you, his thumb on your clit to help ease you into taking him. As your walls just suck him in, he’s having a hard time concentrating.

“Kyo…” you whine as he has you pressed against the soft mattress. “S’too much. S’too big,”

Kyojuro chuckles softly, “Awh, sweetheart, you’re doing so well.”

Despite the way he treats his students, he’s so gentle and kind with you. You’re his little lover, his flame. You truly are so precious to him, so he knows he needs to keep going so slow whenever he fucks you. You took so much preparation the first time, but you’re still ever so tight now. He loves it though. It really makes him feel so good about himself. Sometimes he does feel insecure, despite his calm and collected demeanor.

“Halfway there, my flower.” Kyojuro praises you. His thumb reaches down to your clit, slowly rubbing it in the way that makes you dribble out even more slick.

You aren’t even sure how you manage to take all of his cock inside of you every time. It’s so damn big and it just makes you feel so full. Once he bottoms out, it’s just pressing against your cervix. He’s slow and gentle with you most times, but sometimes he can’t help himself as he gets too excited and eager.

Soon, he feels less resistance from your cunt. He slips even further inside until his balls are plush against your ass and his cock is all the way inside. Kyojuro’s eyes roll back in his head as he feels your walls clamping down around him so tightly.

“See,” he says breathily as he leans in to kiss you, “I knew you could take it.”

Nothing makes him feel more smug than seeing you struggle to take his fat cock. It’s just so perfect to watch you whine and beg for him to slow down.

Tengen does what he can to take it slow, but most of the time he just pushes his cock deep into you. Once he’s balls deep inside of you, he lets his instincts take over.

You can also expect him to love watching you struggle to suck his cock. If you drool and choke on it, it only makes him even harder than before. Don’t worry, he’ll praise you for being so good.

“That’s it,” Tengen grunts as he pounds into your little cunt. He’s had enough of you trying to push him out of you. “You can take it.”

You cry out, “T-too big!”

He chuckles darkly, “then why is your cunt squeezing me so tight, hm? Your little pussy is betraying you, babygirl.”

You can barely think straight when he’s stretching you out like this. It makes you cling to him as you try to get used to this. Nothing could truly prepare you for the size of him, considering how he towers over you as well. It’s all just a game to him sometimes. He knows how to push your buttons. 

“Awh,” Tengen teases, “look at you, baby. You’re so wet for daddy,”

Your cheeks burn, “That’s filthy, daddy.”

He loves how he has you so fucked out. You’re a good girl, that’s for sure. Despite your tight cunt that makes it hard for him to hold on for long, he knows he has you conditioned so well for him. You’ll always let him have his fun, even when you’re being a brat or you say you’re not in the mood.

“I could fuck you for days, you know that?” Tengen groans, pressing kisses to your tits.

“D-don’t say that,”

He grabs your ass, squeezing slightly as he pushes into you even deeper. Oh, he could definitely fuck you for days.

He gets off on watching you struggle. You’ll whine and whimper, but it just makes him so fucking hard. He enjoys pressing the tip to your leaking cunt and pressing in slowly.

As soon as he bottoms out though, he’s like an animal. He can’t stop himself. He’s going to fuck you into the mattress. He knows he can’t always have moments like these, so he takes advantage.

One of his favorite things is to have you bouncing on his cock, whining as he guides you to continue to ride him. He’ll certainly overstimulate you this way.

“I dunno if I can take it,” you whine as the tip of his cock prods your tight little hole.

Giyu sighs, “Let’s not play these games, yeah?”

He knows he should be a bit more gentle with you, but it’s all too much for him to handle right now. You’re making him so dizzy with lust. When was the last time he was able to fuck you like this? It feels like centuries. And now you were trying to deny him the pleasure he’s been craving.

“Be a good girl for me,” he murmurs before guiding your hips to come down.

“Giyu…” you whine once more, but it’s too late.

The tip of his fat cock begins splitting your pussy, and you’re moaning and shuddering. It’s causing you to drip all over him as his cock keeps bullying its way deeper into you. Once it hits your sweet spot, you swear you can already see stars in your vision.

“Hm, I guess I was right. You can take my cock,”

It’s not long before he’s guiding you to start bouncing up and down on his cock, and this only makes you drench him in your juices even more. Something about the scent of you and the feeling of your juices coating his cock makes him so weak. His tough facade slips away for a few moments as he pulls you down to kiss you.

“You’re my precious girl,” he says between sweet and sloppy kisses.

“I missed you so much,” you finally let out, your breaths all shaky and ragged.

He chuckles to himself, and then pumps up into you. This makes you squeal loudly, and he has no choice but to get this pace going. You’re having a hard time concentrating, it would seem.

“Missed you too, darling. Now be a good girl and ride my cock.”

[dreaisgrayte]

Hannya Mist | Giyu Tomioka x demon fem!reader

Warnings: aphrodisiac (kind of?), touching, boobs, Giyu's first time seeing boobs (#I'm so proud of him), fight for control, first blow job, mentions of sexual fantasies, and mortal enemies kind of sexy for each other heheheh word count: 2.1k a/n: Giyu... my baby. Virgin just fits you so perfectly, but when you learn you LEARN.

Fireflies float through the air, the footprints left behind by the water hashira marking a path of determination. The evening air is muggy, nearly oppressive as Giyu comes across a strange hut. It’s a small building, barely bigger than a room at the water pillar’s manor. His aqua gaze searches for evidence of a nearby village. It was off to have a hut in such a dangerous part of the woods. Did anyone even live in it? If it were abandoned, he could rest up under its roof for the night.

As if answering his inquiry a light flicks on, illuminating the silhouette of a woman in the window. The mountains swallow the rest of the sunlight, a dim stillness settling in the clearing where Giyu stands stagnant. The water pillar is unaware of the mist swallowing him up. A deep purple fog coats the surrounding area, the tendrils from the mist seemingly beckoning him toward the hut. 

Come closer it almost whispers and against what better judgment he could form through the thick fog – coating his throat and sense of smell – he takes a heavy step forward. His heart is racing despite the calm breeze that rustles the leaves above his head. Dusk painted the sky an array of orange and pink. 

It was like he was on the brink of suffocating. What was with this air anyway? Had it always been this stifling? Giyu sucks in a steady breath, the purple mist filling his lungs. He feels a tingle in his lower abdomen and his brows furrow as it burns hot, making him take pause in his advance toward the hut. 

His limbs feel shaky as he brings a hand to his forehead. His other hand grips the hilt of his sword as if that would stop him from sinking to his knees. The slick magma grows, tying his muscles in a buzzing feeling that nearly makes him want to rip it out. He’s panting, the hand that was on his forehead dropping to his mouth as he bites down on a finger. 

Giyu Tomioka, the stoic and quiet water hashira, was unnervingly horny. He could feel himself grow stiff in his breeches. His throat bobs as he shakily shifts his legs apart to allow more room for his swelling cock. He’d never experienced such an overwhelming sense before, only hearing about it from the other hashira. Sex never interested him, it was a distraction from the ultimate goal of destroying all demons – but as his eyes flutter shut, all Giyu wants to do is find a wet warm cunt to plunge his aching cock into. 

Night has captured the clearing, dusting the ground with moonlight. With the way he felt now, it wouldn’t be safe for him to enter the hut. Not with a woman supposedly alone inside. This damn fog was making him crazy, but the damned door swings open, revealing you.

His hand releases the hilt of his blade.

You are in a blush pink yukata, hands folded in front of you, and a hannya mask covering your face. Your hair flutters around the mask, your head cocking to the right as you peer through the small eye holes at the encumbered water hashira. Beneath your lips pull tight into a smirk. 

Giyu had a string of thoughts enter his head, one specifically that he would surely spend the rest of his life wondering about. What did you look like under that mask? A mask crafted to take on the appearance of a female demon consumed by jealousy. Your mask is made out of wood, the bark left jagged and dangerous. Two pointed horns sprouted from the sides, weaving into your own hair. The brows are drawn together in protruding masses. Sharp teeth decorate the open mouth that’s under a large nose. 

The water pillar takes a tentative step forward, your presence calling him into your den. “Excuse me, miss, I don’t mean to intrude, but I’ve had a long journey.” He pauses, his head spinning with obvious reasons as to why he should not enter your hut. 

You step to the side, though, slowly righting your head. “You need a place to rest. To be safe from demons.” The mask muffles your voice, but Giyu revels in the way its melodic tone enters his ears.

Just for a little bit, he promises himself. The water hashira enters through the threshold of the hut. Inside is a raised wooden platform with a mat pushed into the corner – folded bedding placed on top neatly. Beside the mat is a small table with a candle and tray of steamed rice, vegetables, pork, and a cup of piping hot tea. A cushion rests directly in front of the table, a rug underneath that. In the middle of the dirt area is a cooking pot – storage closets lining the wall and a flickering orange lantern that lights up the whole room on a bench. 

His eyes flick to how you stand by the door – he only assumes you’re still watching him by the way the mask faces his general direction. “Have I interrupted your dinner?” His voice is soft and playful. 

You shake your head gently so as not to disturb the placement of your mask, then step toward him. “Dinner has just begun.” You reply, gesturing to the steaming food with your head. “Please, eat.” 

The ravenette’s mind is fuzzy as he sets his nichirin sword against the far wall. Then, slipping out of his zori, he steps onto the wooden platform. He’s surprised by how comfortable the cushion is under his knees. The food looks delicious, but he stiffens when you come to kneel next to him. Your body was mostly hidden by the yukata, but the hashira imagines how exactly he would lavish you – if he knew how. 

He’s stricken with shame – for having such thoughts with you next to him and for his lack of knowledge about sexual experiences. He was disciplined in how the body functioned, training for years on how to perfect muscle density and stances. He clears his thoughts of the wicked images, picking up the chopsticks that are next to the bowl of rice. “Thank you for the food,” He takes a mouthful of rice, humming in satisfaction at the warm consistency. Giyu peers at you while chewing away on the food. “If you do not mind me asking, why do you wear such a mask?” He was genuinely curious, but then again, he was curious why you had to be clothed as well. 

You tilt your head. “To hide my identity. Safety.” You answer and as Giyu swallows another mouthful of rice he feels that sickening feeling return. This time it feels like it’s coursing through his very bloodstream. He sets the chopsticks down and you lean forward, raising your hand to pull your mask down. “Are you okay my Lord? That is what they call you right?” Vibrant eyes narrow at him and fangs accompany the twisted smile on your face. 

Giyu is panting, clutching his throat as it burns with sensations foreign to him. “D-demon,” He begins, lips curling in disgust. “What did you,” He hacks up spit and winces at the fire in his esophagus. “Do to me?” 

Your lips curl in a smirk, crawling closer to him. Giyu can’t move back as you slither toward him, placing your clawed hand on his thigh. “Mmm, well I’m not the one lusting after a stranger.” You tip your head to the side curiously as you graze the indent of his bulge. The ravenette hisses at the way he shifts into your touch. This earns a delighted laugh from you. “I am a demon, the thing you promise to eradicate from this plane of existence, yet you yearn for my touch. It’s…adorable.” Your fingers press firmly into his erection now, Giyu’s eyes squeezing shut. 

His body feels like it’s being electrified as you trace the imprint of his cock. “You-You did this to me,” he grunts out. The fog must’ve had some sort of aphrodisiac in it. He’s full of rage and disgust, but also lust. 

You giggle, meeting his heated gaze – the blue in his eyes darkening to almost black. “Yeah? Doesn’t look like you want me to stop,” Your fingers reach for the hem of his breeches. “You smell like you’re on the verge of cumming. Are you pure?” Giyu’s heart thumps wildly in his ribcage as you drag your nose up his neck, your tongue darting out to taste the line of his jaw. You return to his line of sight with a wide grin. 

The water hashira’s cheeks warm with the acknowledgment. “Please, help me.” You almost want to take pity on the whimpering man in front of you, but who’s to say once your mist fades away that he won’t drive that pretty katana through your heart? He was… exceptionally fit and had withheld this much torture. 

You start to peel off your yukata, edging the sleeves down your shoulders. “If you don’t satisfy me, I’ll kill you.” Giyu’s skin itches to be warmed by yours as the yukata billows to the floor. He’s never seen a demon become shy, but that could be a result of him gawking at your large breasts. The way they rest on your chest brings his gaze down to your navel, then dips to your thighs that press together. 

After a beat of him staring, you grab his hand and place it on your chest. His brows furrow as the skin molds around his thick fingers. Your own brows knit together as a stained moan escapes your lips. “Barely started and you’re already a mess,” Giyu quips, growing more comfortable with the way your nipple brushes against his palm as he squishes your breast. 

You huff, positioning yourself closer. “It’s just been a while.” The hashira tuts as his fingers find your nipple, rolling it between the pads of his thumb and pointer finger. You throw your head back and groan. “Fuck,” 

He was growing confident and he hadn’t even gotten to the finale yet. You reach out to stroke his thigh, a smirk twitching on your lips. His ministrations halt, moving his arms out of the way so you’ll have more room. Your ears pound as you gaze upon the sheer size of his cock and some of it was hidden underneath the cloth of his breeches. He gets up on his knees, working them off his hips. Hard pelvis lines lead to the star of the show – the untouched cock of the formidable water hashira. It is fucking beautiful. A pale pink head that’s leaking precum and a hungry look in his eyes. 

Though the very thought of having a demon’s mouth around his cock should seem like a very bad idea, Giyu runs his hand through your hair, fisting around it. “You’re gonna wrap that pretty mouth of yours around my cock. Got that, demon whore?” 

To you, that should sound like a threat. You should kill this hashira and reap the rewards, but you allow him to push your head down to his stiff length. For someone who was supposedly pure, he acted like he’d done this before. 

The moment your hand wraps around him, his eyes roll back in his head. It’s glorious, the feeling of your palm against his length, pumping up and down. He goes wild when you graze the slit of his tip, rubbing the pre along his cock. Without warning you dip your mouth onto his tip, using the flat of your tongue to swipe at the vein running up the underside. He groans, shoving your head further down. 

Hearing you sputter and choke on his cock is damn near hell sent. Spit drips from your mouth and warmth radiates from you trying to breathe. He’s hitting the back of your throat, your fangs dragging along the side of length. Giyu shivers, the feeling painfully pleasurable mixed into a bowl of fucking salvation. 

“M’so close,” There’s a fire located in the pit of his abdomen and maybe this is where demons are born – in this hell of angelic desire flooding to one place. That one place happens to be your mouth as Giyu jerks his hips up into your mouth, cumming hard. Spittle and his creamy mess mix as he pulls your mouth off him. 

Of course, you lick your lips and swallow what you can with a swollen smirk, but that falters when you realize he’s orgasmed. The one thing to break your mist is to feed into the desire. That would mean Giyu is clear of mind and probably going to cut your head from your-

His hand wraps around your throat, shoving you to the ground. He hovers over your naked body, panting crazily. “My tricks seem to have run dry,” You garble out. 

Giyu clicks his tongue, gazing down at your plush skin, regarding the view. “Ah, but I’m not finished yet, demon.” 

[lyrefromthesea]

Giyuu - love and lust

pairing: Giyuu x fem!reader

content warning: nsfw, praise (receiving), penetration, creampie, use of nicknames

"don't close your eyes. i want you to see me." the man above you rasped. the curtains were closed and the door was locked, everything was prepared for a passionate night with you.

his left arm was propping himself up against the mattress, his other hand holding his cock, stroking it a few times while he waited for you to listen. a content huff left his lips with your obedience, seeing you open your eyes for him.

"good girl." he cooed, bringing his cock closer to your pussy. he rubbed his leaking tip against your entrance, coating it in your slick. a groan left his lips, sucking in air, he was eager to push it in, but he wanted to ensure your comfort.

"so wet for me.." he mumbled, finally pushing his mushroom tip inside you, not missing the way your breath hitched. his eyes wandered, meeting yours, he wanted to take in your reaction - savor it for later moments.

your cheeks were flushed and you had trouble keeping your eyes open, the erotic sight in front of you making it hard to keep a clear head. nevertheless, your eyes stayed on his cock, watching him slowly sink it into your eager pussy, waiting to be filled.

"shit.. you're taking me in so well, love." he rasped, his dick twitching in your confines. truthfully, he had trouble keeping up this steady and slow movement. the urge to simply thrust it inside in one go never really left him, but he would take his time. for you.

your arms wrapped around his neck, tugging him closer, needing his warmth. and of course he listened. Giyuu leaned down, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss, his tongue licking over your bottom lip before slipping inside your mouth and exploring it.

he didn't stop - wouldn't stop - not until his hips were snuggly pressed against yours. he needed your warmth just as much as you needed his. yet impatience grew on him, rutting the last few inches into your tight pussy. you felt him break the kiss, letting out a groan.

"f- fuck, so good. you're so tight, so good for me.. look at how you're taking me in.." he moaned - mewled - against your lips. he continued humping into you, his kiss turning more sloppy.

yes, he was on top of you, he was the one expecting obedience from you, but he could never prevent such sounds from leaving him. your body was making him feel good, you were making him feel good. his body needed to react.

the dull sound of skin slapping against skin would slowly fill the room, revealing the rhythm he had found. slowly pulling out until only his tip remained inside you and immediately thrusting into you again. the rhythm pulled sounds from both your lips, gradually filling the room with more and more sounds.

"ah. love- can you hear that? it's the sound of our love." he groaned, his head dropping against your shoulder. he kissed up your skin - against the crook of your neck. first kisses. then his tongue. then his teeth.

you were used to the marks he left on your skin, but he was more than determined to make it visible today. he didn't stop until his lovebite was clearly visible, not able to stay hidden to anyone else.

the way you clenched around him didn't help either, immediately earning a mewl from the man. "c- close. 'm close, love. so close.." he grunted, his hips speeding up their movement. he was close and he would make sure you were too.

his hand moved between your bodies, searching for the small bundle of nerves between your legs that would surely make you fall over the edge. your back arched upon feeling fast circles being rubbed against your clit, chanting Giyuu's name as you fell over the edge.

"y- yes, fuck! f- fuck! fuck! take it, love..!" he keened, biting into your neck to stiffle his own moans. he thrusted into you one more time, his tip kissing your cervix as he hit his orgasm.

he panted against your throat, rolling his hips against yours as he felt his cum fill you up thoroughly, making sure to ride both your orgasms out.

when the two of you finished, he pulled out slowly, shuddering at the obscene squelch that filled the room. he bathed in the silence of your former actions, watching his cum slowly drip out of your pussy, eventually looking into your eyes again.

"what would you think of a bath..?" he asked, smiling when he watched you huff out air and close your eyes.

"together?" you asked, feeling his hands come up to interlock with yours.

"together." he answered, helping you sit up, silently laughing as you whined about your trembling legs.

[yoyomomiko]

Treats for you!

REQUEST: « OK SO I HAVE A REQUEST IF YOU DONT FEEL COMFORTABLE WITH THIS JUST IGNORE IT AND HAVE A GOOD DAY<3

BUT I'D LIKE TO REQUEST HEADCANNONS FOR THE HASHIRAS YOU WRITE FOR OR YOU SELECT WHICHEVER ONES TO WRITE ABOUT BUT LIKE WHEN THEIR S/O LOVES BAKING AND ALWAYS BRINGS THEM SWEET TREATS LIKE IT COULD BE A RANDOM TIME OF DAY AND SUDDENLY GIVES THEM A SWEET TREAT? IDK I THINK HIS WOULD BE CUTE AND I HAVEN'T SEEN ANYTHING LIKE THIS SO I WANTED TO TRY SMTH NEW! HAVE A NICE DAY! »

Pairings: Giyuu, Sanemi, Obanai x Fem!Reader

Summary: The request (⁠◕⁠દ⁠◕⁠)

Warnings: None!!

(A/N): Ofc!! Btw this was a request made IN JUNE so... Yeah I'm sorry I'm just lazy😢 Sorry that this is so short and that I didn't write Muichiro, Mitsuri and Shinobu but that will be in the second part😔

part 1 - part 2 (coming soon)

★TOMIOKA GIYUU

- At first, he didn't really care about it.

- But over time, he noticed how much you insisted on him eating some of the various treats you'd make specifically for him.

- And over time, he started loving it!!

- Every single time he'd wake up, you wouldn't be next to him. You would be baking whatever types of delicious food you'd make.

- The moment you would see him, you'd give him one of your tasty and freshly made sweets, wich he would eat with no problem!!

- Tomioka cares for you, and loves you soooo much... The treats are just a bonus to him.

- He would just be sitting down, finally relaxing after a long and tiresome day, and all of the sudden, you would pop a treat in his mouth.

- Giyuu would savour it, he just loves the fact that you care for him this way, making sure he always gets to eat at least one of your sweets!!

- Although sometimes, he thinks you're tiring yourself out. He appreciates that you always bring him treats, but he thinks that it's exhausting, and he doesn't want you to force yourself to bake several sweets just for him!!

- Overall, Giyuu appreciates the gesture. Even if he rarely says anything about it, he tries to praise your skills.

★-★-★-★

Finally, Giyuu came back home. He went on a mission, although it was only one day. He managed to finish quickly, faster than usual. But you weren't complaining! You loved it when he came back home early. You had baked some treats, even if you weren't expecting him. You made quite a lot of them, so it's pretty much perfect timing! They were freshly made, and you couldn't wait to give Giyuu the tasty sweets you've prepared!

The moment he was inside the house, you flung across the room and into his arms. Giyuu gave a small smile at your excitement, a rare gesture that you cherished so much. You grabbed his hand and forced him to sit down and wait.

"I'm glad you're here! I just finished baking... They're freshly made!" You spoke, eager as you placed a small tray of sweets in front of him.

Giyuu raised his brows, but smiled nonetheless.

"Thank you... These are my favourite ones. I love it when you make them." He spoke, voice barely above a whisper. You nodded, pushing the tray closer to him.

"No problem! Eat them!" You smiled at him as he picked up one of the treats, placing it into his mouth. He savoured every single bite of the delicious treat. The way it would melt in his mouth... It was so sweet, it was perfect.

He smiled gently, looking at you with love in his eyes. You could melt right there, right in that spot. You loved how he would look at you so dearly... Moments like these were the ones you loved most. You barely saw Tomioka crack a smile, but when you did, you made sure that the image would print right into your mind.

★-★-★-★

★SANEMI

- He loved it.

- Sanemi found it so special, wich is why he would always get excited whenever you baked for him.

- Although sometimes, being the jerk he is, he would disapprove of your treats. He would deny liking it, calling it bland. But in fact, he found them delicious, though he'd NEVER admit that. Not to you, not to anyone.

- The fact that he would say it's not good at all, then proceed to eat all of them would amuse and assure you.

- You knew he was lying, that was probably one of the reasons why you kept baking for him!!

- But sometimes, he would show his appreciation. Not enough, but he would. He'd mutter a "thank you" and maybe add in a "it's good", but nothing more than that.

- He loves you, but he doesn't wanna seem like a coward in front of you and start praising the tasty sweets you would prepare just and just for him!!

- One time, after Sanemi went a little overboard with his insults and called your treats disgusting, saying that he despises eating them, you went on a treat ban.

- You refused to bake anything for him, and Sanemi REGRETED his life decisions.

- He instantly dropped his mean demeanor, eyes widening. He felt disappointed... But not in you, in himself.

- After a few days of not getting the taste of your special sweets, he decided to apologize. That was the first time in your life where you saw Sanemi apologize.

- You laughed at him, wich got him embarrassed. You accepted his apology, gifting him a few treats.

★-★-★-★

Sanemi was getting ready to leave for a mission. He wasn't exactly sure how much it would last, but he thought that it could have him gone for a week or so.

Before he could step out of the house, you popped up in front of him. It was so weird how he couldn't feel your presence or hear you walking behind him...

He raised a brow, looking at you in confusion. You smiled at him, giving him a basket, wich he guessed was full of treats you've made for his mission.

"No way, I'm not taking this with me." He replied to your gesture as you pushed the basket up in his face, your eyes narrowing.

"Why not?!" You asked, shaking the basket as it made a sound, indicating the fullness of fresh sweets.

It was tempting... He could smell them, the fresh, tasty smell. He could even taste them! He felt his mouth water, thinking about it in hesitation.

"Because I don't wanna carry that around with me! Not only is it embarrassing, but what if a demon attacks me and I have that stupid basket in my hands?!" He shouted, not in a rude way.

"Embarrassing? Okay, I get it. Well then, I'll just eat these myself. Have fun on your stupid, tiring mission!" You smiled at him as you finished your small speech, about to walk past him.

He expected you to put up a fight, to keep pressuring him to take it, but you didn't.

"Wait, no- I-..." He stuttered, grabbing your shoulder to stop you. "Fine, I'll take your stupid treats." He admited defeat, taking the basket from your hands.

"That's what I thought." You took one of the sweets from the basket, holding it up to Sanemi's lips. He opened his mouth, wanting to tell you that he WILL NOT do that, but before he could, you forced the treat into his mouth.

He glared at you, but still ate it. He had to admit, it was delicious. The taste of it lingered in his mouth.

He loved you.

★-★-★-★

★IGURO OBANAI

- When I tell you he found this special, I really mean it.

- Obanai loved the fact that you baked for him. He loved the fact that you tried your best for him.

- Before he would go on a mission, you'd always be there, feeding him yourself. He feels so cared for, so loved...

- After successful missions, you would make his favourite treats. He would savour every bite, praising your skills.

- Unlike Sanemi, he would always show how grateful he is. Obanai would make his appreciation very clear, wich might seem pretty surprising due to his usual personality when he's with others.

- You know what he would die to do? Bake with you. He doesn't know anything whatsoever, has pretty much no skills in baking, but he wants to try.

- He wants you to teach him.

- Whenever he's not on a mission and has a day off, he will be baking with you. He's actually invested, and wants to learn how to make your favourite sweets!!

- Before being in a relationship, you used to gift him treat baskets. He adored the gesture, and when I tell you he was crushing on you...

★-★-★-★

You were walking back inside the house, having come back from a small town. There were preparations for a festival, but it seemed pretty boring for now. You wanted to invite Obanai so you two could go togheter tomorrow night when the festival starts.

You entered the house, no sight of Obanai. Although you noticed Kaburamaru slithering around, so you figured that he's home for sure, and didn't leave anywhere.

You walked into the kitchen... And there he was. Obanai was covered in flour, some ingredients scattered around. He looked confused and frustrated at the same time, pacing around. He was so focused he didn't even notice you make your way next to him.

"Obanai?" He jumped at the sound of your voice calling out his name. He turned to you, not saying anything, just looking around.

"What are you doing?" You asked, raising one of your eyebrows as you stared at him.

"I thought you were supposed to be gone for another hour or so..." He mumbled quietly, finally looking into your eyes, a blush creeping on his cheeks, wich you couldn't see due to his mask.

"It got pretty boring, I left early. There's nothing to do there, there's barely any people and they're just making preparations for tomorrow night." You informed, holding your pointer finger up as to emphasize your words.

Obanai nodded, bummed out a bit. "I tried..." His brows furrowed togheter, glancing away. You loved his soft spot, the moments when he was an actual softie.

"Tried what? Making a mess? Because you sure managed." You joked, looking around the messy room, noticing something that caught your eye...

He... He was making your favourite sweets!!

"You-" He looked at you as you cut off your sentence, your lips forming a smile. He hoped you wouldn't be genuinely disappointed or upset, but the smile reassured him that you were actually happy.

"You tried making my favourite treat? Obanai, that's so sweet!" You put your hands up to your own cheeks, resting them there as you felt your cheeks heat up.

"Yes, but I-..." He hesitated. He couldn't find the right words. 'Messed up'? No... 'Couldn't do it'? Maybe...

"What matters is that you tried! You wanted to do this, didn't you? That's the sweetest thing ever!" You exclaimed, grabbing onto his arm.

"Here, I'll help you. But first, let's clean this mess." You spoke, smiling at him. He nodded, a small smile forming on his lips as well, unfortunately covered by his mask.

★-★-★-★

m.list

★yoyomiko ★miko

[scrimblyscrorblo]

That wall hold meme but with fem uzugiyuu

(Fem Tengen is kinda….🤨)

[myloveobbsessed]

Ｈｏｕｓｅｈｕｓｂａｎｄ

Ｇｉｙｕ

————–—–——————–—–——————–—–——

Genre: fluff

Warnings: none

Character: Tomioka Giyu x fem reader

Prompt: he's your househusband

Notes: Modern AU

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Househusband Giyu!: who doesn't mind staying at home and doing all the housework. He actually finds it quite relaxing.

Househusband Giyu!: who wakes up early you to make breakfast and pack you a lunch. Putting a small sweet note inside that says “I love you” or “have a nice day”.

Househusband Giyu!: who listens intently giving you his full attention when you go on about how you day was as he massages your shoulders.

Househusband Giyu!: who prepares you're favorite meal and a hot relaxing bath. When he knows you had a long day at work.

Househusband Giyu!: who does all the grocery shopping. Always grabbing youre favorite snacks while he's there.

Househusband Giyu!: who's apart of a knitting circle. Comprised of four grandmas and him.

Househusband Giyu!: who enjoys knitting you lots of things. Such as scarfs, gloves, hats, and sweaters. And can't help the smile and small blush that creeps up on his face when seeing your reaction to them.

Househusband Giyu!: who you discuss about having a baby with. To which he agrees to with a small smile and nod.

Househusband Giyu!: who stays by your side during your pregnancy. The care for you increased ten fold him not wanting you to lift a finger.

Househusband Giyu!: who you know have two beautiful daughters with. giyu now having something else to fill his usual quiet day with.

————–—–——————–—–——————–—–——

[ch3rriiii-bunn]

【❝】 October is everybody's favorite kink month♡

【𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞】: I'm actually so hyped for kinktober OMGGGGGG!!! This is my first kinktober, so I hope yall enjoy the ideas I have in mind!!!

𝕭𝖊𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖊 𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖈𝖊𝖊𝖉𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖇𝖊 𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖉𝖋𝖚𝖑 𝖔𝖋...

【𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻】: Female reader is heavily implied for every fanfic and will be mentioned in the tags. Please be respectful!

【18+】: ANYONE 17 AND UNDER DO NOT INTERACT. All fanfics will be 18!

【➡】: Mutuals and 18+ followers with age clearly stated in bio can be tagged. Just comment if you wanna be tagged

【𝓦𝓮𝓮𝓴 𝓸𝓷𝓮】

01- Brat taming/Degrading with Shinjurō

02- Roleplay/knifeplay with Karaku

03- Mirror sex with Akaza

04- Orgasm control/toys with Shinobu

05- Orgasm denial with Maiko

06- Overstimulation/Praising with Giyuu

07- Monster fucking with final form Kokushibo

【𝓦𝓮𝓮𝓴 𝓽𝔀𝓸】

08- Gorehole with the Hashira men (Muichiro NOT included)

09- Boob job with Aizetsu

10- iceplay with Douma

11- Breeding with Haganezuka

12- Size kink with Gyomei

13- Manhandling with Sanemi

14- 3some with Tamayo & Nakime

【𝓦𝓮𝓮𝓴 𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓮𝓮】

15- Dacryphilia with Kanamori

16- Dress up/cloths swap with Hantengus clones

17- blow job with Tengen

18- Public sex with Enmu

19- Filming with Hinatsuru

20- Nipple play with Suma

21- Punishment with Kagaya

【𝓦𝓮𝓮𝓴 𝓯𝓸𝓾𝓻】

22- Mask kink with Iguro

23- Handjob with Rengoku

24- Blindfold with Muzan

25- Excessive cum with Aizetsu

26- Hair pulling/pussy eating with Yoriichi

27- Body worship with kanamori

28- Dumbification with Mitsuri

【𝓛𝓪𝓼𝓽 3 𝓭𝓪𝔂𝓼】

29- Fem dom with female Muzan

30- Pegging with Sekido

31- Anal with Urogi

【♡】: Thank you and I hope you enjoyed this Kinktober!!!

[iluvshinobukocho]

Jealousy

Shinobu Kocho x Fem reader! Jealous Shinobu

Story alone word count: 3820

Hey dere! 🤓🥸 Decided to make my own story on the request I’ve been sending people to write. Originally, I was going to let them write my request but I couldn’t wait 😖. Saying this incase someone thinks I copied another persons work. Btw in this let’s just say (Y/n) has brown hair.

••••••

Shinobu has been so very busy with patients and Hashira work. So much to where she doesn’t have a lot of time to spend with her girlfriend, (Y/n). The only time they’re together is when Shinobu is eating, showering, or going to sleep/cuddling with (Y/n).

(Y/n) has been holding herself back to not seem clingy to Shinobu, but she can’t handle being lonely anymore. Sure, the girls company with Aoi, and Kanao is nice but she wants to hang around with people around her age. So she decides to face what she’s are scared of.

The brunette walks slowly to her destination overthinking. What if she gets upset at me for being clingy? Should I just go back to my room?

The overthinker shakes her head at those thoughts. No! I’m tired of having no to hang out with and I need to talk to Shinobu about it.

(Y/n) takes a right turns and after reaching the end of the hallway, she’s at her lover’s work room. Her hand stretches out to the door but stops. The nervous brunette feels her heart racing rather quickly and feels her hands get sweaty. She wipes her hands on her clothes and knocks.

“Come in!” She hears her girlfriend say. (Y/n) enters the room nervously. Shinobu turns around gracefully and is waiting for (Y/n) to say something.

(Y/n) stands there which causes Shinobu to raise her eyebrow at her. “Is something wrong, dear?” Shinobu asks walking to her nervous girlfriend.

“I-I just feel lonely. There’s no one for me to be with. I’d like some attention.” (Y/n) says, mumbling the last part making her cringe.

The hashira couldn’t help but tease (Y/n), “Some what?” She says in an amused tone acting as if she couldn’t hear (Y/n). Her girlfriend glares at her knowing full well Shinobu heard her.

Shinobu laughs, “Well lucky for you, I have a ten minute break, so what’d you like to do?”

Without answering (Y/n) drags the shorter girl to the bed and just hugs Shinobu taking in her wisteria with lavender scent, and even a hint of ink was smelt. Shinobu hugs her back and kisses (Y/n)’s forehead.

(Y/n) hums happily, she feels relaxed being in her girlfriend’s arms. The silence is nice, just two lovers alone and appreciating each other’s company.

Sadly for (Y/n) the ten minutes are up and the hashira gets up and goes back to work. (Y/n) frowns, which doesn’t go unnoticed by her lover.

“Oh love, what’s wrong?” Shinobu asks. The laying girl hesitates whether or not she should complain to Shinobu.

Atlast, she does, “It’s just that you’re always so busy and I feel lonely.” (Y/n) reveals. Shinobu is a bit surprised because she didn’t think (Y/n) felt this way.

“What about the girls? You can hang out with them too.” The short girl suggests.

(Y/n) sighs and shakes her head, “As much as I love the girls. I’d like to be around with someone who is around my age. Someone who understands me.”

The hashira’s mouth forms into an ‘o’ shape. She nods and comes up with a solution, “Why don’t you just go make friends with someone from outside? Instead of just people from the butterfly estate? What about some hashiras?”

(Y/n) shivers at the thought of trying to make friends with anyone outside. (Y/n) is a quiet type of person and and. So the thought of going outside and meeting others not inside the estate, scared her.

She’s afraid she’ll embarrass herself. She’s a bit familiar with most of the hashiras and doesn’t know if she’ll get along with them.

White haired scar dude is too aggressive, snake boy doesn’t care about anyone but the pink haired one, pink haired is too talkative, flashy guy just cares about being flashy, and Gyomei is nice but she sees him as a father figure. There are two hashiras she hasn’t met and doesn’t know much about them.

“Okay. I’ll try making a friend” (Y/n) said as she stood up from the bed. Shinobu smiles and makes her way (Y/n). She wraps her arms around (Y/n)’s neck and kisses her passionately.

(Y/n) smiles into the kiss and puts her hands on Shinobu’s waist bringing her closer. After a bit they pull away and Shinobu guides (Y/n) to the door.

“Good luck on making a new friend, my love. And please don’t take too long” The Hashira says in a soft tone knowing how she her girl is. (Y/n) almost folds on how sweet Shinobu sounds, but she just nods at the short girl.

•••••

(Y/n) tried being friends with the mist hashira but he seemed to be lost in thought and just ignored (Y/n). The whole interaction was awful she introduced herself and he just asked her, “What was your name again? I forget unimportant things”.

Safe to say she was embarrassed.

Then on her way to the next hashira she found another kakashi. She asked him if he knew the directions and he responded rather rudely, “I do know where it’s at but why should I tell you? You don’t seem important enough to be meeting with a hashira”

The poor girl was shocked at how rude he was and just apologized. That really ruined her day, so much for trying to make friends with a hashira.

Right now (Y/n) was on her way back to the butterfly estate when she saw a guy sitting down alone next to a tree. He had a split type of haori the right side is just fully maroon, while the left side is squares patterned as the colors red, yellow, and green.

(Y/n) made her way to him and sat down on the opposite side of the tree, sighing. “This place sucks. I can’t seem to make any friends here. Is the place here always this bad?”

The silence was so loud you could just hear it. After a long pause, “Yeah.” the guy responded in a monotone voice.

Well he definitely isn’t much of a talker (Y/n) says in her head.

“Do you think I’m not liked by people?” The guy asked. The question caught (Y/n) off guard. “Well I don’t really know who you are since I just met you. You just seem like the silent type though.”

“Talking to people is tiring” The mysterious dude stated.

(Y/n) laughed, agreeing. “Yeah, you’re right. I’m not like other people who can talk so much. I can barely hold a conversation for so long. It’s hard to fit in when they’re so different compared to me.”

The phrase ‘I’m not like other people’ made the mismatch haori dude perk up. They were similar to what his thoughts were about himself.

“You… You also don’t think you fit in?” He asks turning to (Y/n). (Y/n) hums a short ‘mhm’. The brunette also turned around in realization.

Then, the two people laying under the tree asked the same question, “What’s your name?”

••••

Today had been a success for (Y/n), despite all the things that happened earlier.

(Y/n) was finally coming home after like 2-3 hours. She was glad she made a friend, tomioka-san! She even found out he was the last hashira she needed to meet!

They had been talking the entire time about each other’s life. The happy brunette was hoping she’d find him again tomorrow to hang out.

After two minutes of walking, she finally arrived home.

Aoi had been waiting outside of the butterfly estate waiting for (Y/n). The moment Aoi saw the brunette she marched right up to her.

“Where the hell have you been all day? I finally convinced Shinobu-sama to finish work early but she went back to work because you weren’t around. The poor girl has been working nonstop!” Aoi scolded the older and much taller girl.

“Sorry I-”

“No no no don’t apologize to me! Go to Shinobu-sama already!” Aoi interrupted now even more upset than before. (Y/n) widens her eyes and nods nervously.

The taller girl rushes inside to look for her hashira girlfriend. She found the insect hashira knocked out snoring softly on her working table. The brunette smiled at the sight of this and quickly scooped up her girlfriend.

“(Y/n)?” Shinobu mumbled, waking up a bit from all the movement. “Yes, my butterfly?” (Y/n) replied, smiling softly at how cute her girlfriend was.

“I missed you. I didn’t think you’d be gone for so long.” The sleepy girl said inching closer to the brunette.

The strong girl carried Shinobu all the way to their shared room and placed the sleeping beauty on her bed. (Y/n) changed clothes quickly and went to give her girlfriend a goodnight kiss.

“Love you, sleep well.” She whispered, making the latter smile and open her eyes a bit.

“Love you too” the hashira whispered back causing the very much awake girl to smile. As (Y/n) stood up , she felt a tug on her shirt. She turned around to see Shinobu frowning at her.

“Sleep with me please? You were gone all day. You were missed” Shinobu said groggily to her lover. The non-hashira nodded and laid down.

Shinobu immediately embraced the latter and smiled, finally being with her girl. (Y/n) turned to Shinobu, “I made a friend today” she spoke happily.

The shorter girl congratulated the latter and immediately fell asleep causing the brunette to laugh.

••••

About a month have passed since (Y/n) became friends with Tomioka and they’ve gotten so close she now calls him by his first name.

Now for Shinobu (my glorious queen ‼️) who thinks Mitsuri, the love hashira was her girlfriend’s friend. She couldn’t be more wrong.

The insect hashira finally been given a break for a week and she wants to spend it with her favorite person. She pretty much runs all the way to the love hashira’s mansion where her girlfriend is ‘at’.

She knocks on the door, and waits a bit for it to be answered. Mitsuri opens the door with the snake hashira on her side.

“HIIII SHINOBU!!” The pink haired girl exclaims excitedly, rushing to hug the latter. Shinobu pats her back and breaks the hug.

“Hi, Mitsuri! Thank you for becoming friends with (Y/n) and keeping her company while I’m busy. I hope you don’t mind but could I borrow my (Y/n)?” She says immediately already wanting to see the brunette.

The Love Hashira has confusion written all over her face, along with the Snake Hashira.

“Oh! I’m afraid (Y/n)-san isn’t here. She seems very sweet though, I’d like to be friends with her someday.” The love Hashira responded.

The shorter girl was confused was Mitsuri not (Y’n)’s friend? Now that she thinks about it (Y/n) never did tell her who her new friend was. She recalled falling asleep right after congratulating the brunette.

“Oh! Apologies then. By any chance do you know where (Y/n) is?” Shinobu apologized, a bit embarrassed.

“No, sorry! Come again next time though!! And, tell (Y/n) I’d like to be friends!” Mitsuri said happily as she waved goodbye.

Shinobu waved back, and left. Who could (Y/n)’s friend be?

After a while of thinking the small girl came to the conclusion it’d be Muichiro, so she made her way to the Mist Hashira’s estate.

She knew it definitely wasn’t Sanemi for obvious reasons that dude is a walking bomb. He’s ready to explode any second now right up in anyone’s face.

Can’t be Gyomei either, she knew (Y/n) saw him as a father figure. Rengoku is nice but very loud and can’t hear well. And, her girlfriend is definitely not friends with Tomioka because well… he’s Tomioka.

As the hashira turned a corner she saw her girlfriend laughing and walking with someone. That someone looked familiar, tall, mismatch haori, and messy spiky hair.

Upon seeing the person she already felt agitated, but seeing him with HER girlfriend? Ohhh she did NOT like that one bit. A vein could already be seen on her forehead, and one starting to pop out on her neck.

She quickly made her way to the duo and wrapped her arms around (Y/n)’s waist. The Hashira nuzzled into (Y/n)’s neck, not caring about the guy next to them.

The non-hashira immediately smiled, recognizing who the person hugging her was. “Shinobu!!! I didn’t know you weren’t working today” she exclaimed turning around and returning the hug.

Shinobu smiled at this and the forehead vein disappeared temporarily. Once the couple pulled away from the hug, the small hashira turned to the guy next to her girlfriend.

“Sooo why are you with my girlfriend, Tomioka-san?” Shinobu asked with the forehead vein forming again.

“Oh yeah! Giyuu-kun is my best friend! The one I was telling you about. I’m so excited for you two to get along! Well actually you guys already know each other so ” (Y/n) exclaimed.

Shinobo was ready to explode upon hearing what (Y/n) called him. Seriously!? Giyuu-kun? Just how close are they? (Y/n) didn’t even speak to me informally in such short time! She was so going to pick on him even more when (Y/n)’s not around.

“Kocho is your girlfriend?” He asked (Y/n) who nodded happily.

The shorter girl’s eye started to twitch upon hearing his voice. “Yes! She’s my girlfriend and we are happy together. Been going strong for two years and NOTHING will get in between us.” She said with her fake smile she’s practiced using so much.

Shinobu got closer to (Y/n) and hugged her waist possessively. She kissed (Y/n) while glaring at Giyuu. (Y/n) pulled away shocked a bit by the sudden kiss. She tried pulling away from the hug too but Shinobu’s grip was way too strong.

“Shinobu I don’t mind you hugging me but we’re infront of someone remember? I don’t want to make it awkward.” The brunette whispered a little embarrassed.

“Fine.” Shinobu let go of (Y/n) but not before giving her another kiss and grabbing her butt a bit making (Y/n) let out a small moan. (Y/n) was extremely embarrassed and red. She was going to give Shinobu a lesson on how to act infront of others.

“Oh… Err well that’s good for you guys.” He said with a deadpan look but also looking away from the awkward sight infront of him.

“Yeah it is. I wonder when you will find someone. It must be pretty lonely huh? Can’t relate, I don’t think you’ll find anyone your whole life.” Shinobu fired at Giyuu, smirking. Giyuu didn’t look like he cared and just gave her a blank face.

“Uhmm… so Shinobu are you going to join us shopping? Me and Giyuu-kun were on our way there.” The brunette asked finally recovering from her embarrassment.

“Yes! I got a whole week off and would like to spend it with you alone” The hashira responded and glared at Giyuu when saying ‘alone’ which didn’t go unnoticed by (Y/n) who just raised her eyebrow.

As they all started to walk, Shinobu made sure to stay in between the duo. The order was Giyuu, Shinobu, and (Y/n).

Atleast, that was the order for a bit “Actually. Kocho could I be next to (Y/n)?” Giyuu said.

Ohh he just HAD to open his mouth didn’t he? Shinobu stared at him dead in the eyes and gave a fake smile. Right when she was about to say no, (Y/n) moved to the middle. So now it was Giyuu, (Y/n), and Shinobu.

Shinobu couldn’t help it and let a frown slip. If it wasn’t for her girlfriend there, Giyuu would be getting punches with insults thrown left and right. The short hashira took (Y/n)’s hand and pulled the girl closer to her.

“So how did you guys become meet? I wouldn’t expect my beautiful, kind, and amazing girlfriend to be friends with someone like you Tomioka-san. I wonder if she felt pity for you and became your friend because no one likes you.” Shinobu said looking straight at Giyuu with the biggest fake smile ever.

(Y/n)’s eyes widened in shock on how her girlfriend was treating her bestfriend. “Shinobu! That is not how you treat others. Please stop acting immature.”

“It’s fine (Y/n). I’m used to it already.” Giyuu said trying to defend Shinobu a bit.

“Used to it? Is this not the first time?” (Y/n) asked in surprise, getting more upset now. Shinobu hissed at Giyuu for just making things worse and exposing her.

“N-no! I always treat him nicely. This is just how we joke around!” Shinobu tried lying but (Y/n) saw right through.

“Giyuu-kun I’m sorry we can go shopping a different day. I’ll let you know when.” (Y/n) apologized. She didn’t have to tell Giyuu twice.

He waved goodbye and skedaddled not wanting to get in the lover’s quarrel.

(Y/n) dragged Shinobu all the way home and to their room not saying a word the whole entire way.

Now Shinobu was regretting how she treated Giyuu a bit. Actually, no she didn’t. How dare he try to get close to her girlfriend.

She was thinking of an apology in her head to tell (Y/n) when they arrive home.

•••

The moment they reach their room the brunette locked the door and let go of her hashira girlfriend.

“What was that!? Why were you being so rude to Giyuu-kun. And don’t even think I forgot on how touchy you were infront of me.” (Y/n) questioned angrily, crossing her arms and tapping one foot.

“Ughh… will you please stop calling him that.” Shinobu complained, rolling her eyes not liking how close they are.

“Giyuu-kun? There’s nothing wrong with it. Me and him got very close this past month. So what’s up with you, why are you just insulting him?”

“It’s because Tomioka isn’t really the ideal friend. He’s.. he’s just so bland and basic. He literally doesn’t talk a lot and he’s painfully unfunny. Seeing him just annoys me and seeing him WITH you made me more upset.”

“What? Oh for fucks sake Shinobu! You’re just annoyed that he doesn’t talk much? Have you actually tried to get to know him? He’s actually pretty funny.” (Y/n) defended Giyuu. Shinobu was going to respond but was cut off.

“Shinobu, I really don’t get you… You tell me to make friends but the moment I do, you get all angry and just throw insults at them? You know I was really excited for you to get along with Giyuu-kun but clearly that was too much to ask for.” (Y/n) said with tears threatening to come out.

Realization hits Shinobu by seeing just how much her girlfriend is hurt by her actions.

“(Y/n) I’m sor-”

“No go apologize to Giyuu first and please be mature.” (Y/n) said leaving their room and slamming the door. Shinobu winces at how loud it was.

Gosh I really did mess up. Am I serious? I got jealous of Giyuu being close to (Y/n) but I’m literally dating her! Now I have to go and find where that water hashira is at if I went to be good with (Y/n) again. I really need to make it up to her.

••

(Y/n) was helping Aoi with patients. She already helped 12 of them and now she just needs these last three. She immediately sighed walking into the room containing the trio Tanjiro, Inosuke, and Zenitsu.

Zenitsu was complaining about the rehabilitation training and Inosuke was making a mess of the place stuffing his face with food. Tanjiro was sitting peacefully on his bed listening to Zenitsu while telling Inosuke to slow down.

Tanniro noticed (Y/n) and greeted her. She greeted him back but went straight to Inosuke, telling him to slow down with his food which he actually did do. Tanjiro was surprised at how calm Inosuke is with either (Y/n) or Shinobu around.

Tanjiro could tell (Y/n) was upset though. He smelled a hint of anger and sadness. “(Y/n) are you mad? I’m smelling a hint of anger.”

“You idiot! You never ask a girl if she’s mad when she clearly is!” Zenitsu shouted. He could hear how loud (Y/n)’s heartbeat was, it was loud and thumping hard.

(Y/n) chuckled at the duo, “Yes, I’m a bit upset. Something happened but it’s okay. No need to worry”

Tanjiro nods in understanding.

When the brunette is done checking up on the trio, Zenitsu and Inosuke are sleeping soundly except Tanjiro.

“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be nosy but are you perhaps upset with Shinobu.? I smelt Wisteria earlier so I’m guessing you were with her.” Tanjiro asked.

The non demon slayer sighs and nods. After she explains the situation, Tanjiro’s a little surprised. He didn’t think Shinobu was so protective of (Y/n). He started to smell Wisteria again so he perked up.

The door flew open scaring (Y/n) but then she saw who was at the door. No one other than her girlfriend. She huffed and turned the other way dramatically. She wasn’t that mad anymore after talking to Tanjiro but she liked to be dramatic.

Shinobu entered and dragged (Y/n) away.

“Goodluck (Y/n)-san!” Tanjiro whisper shouted.

When the couple reaches their room again, Shinobu locked the door and hugged (Y/n) tightly around her waist. She looked up and stuck her head in the non demon slayer’s neck.

“I apologized already. I’m sorry, I realized how I acted was immature. I was just jealous seeing him make you laugh. I was selfish for only thinking of myself and not thinking how you’d feel. You were excited for both of us to become friends. Please.. forgive me I don’t like fighting with you” Shinobu choked out trying not to cry.

The brunette couldn’t help but laugh a bit knowing the hashira was fighting back tears. so she raised Shinobu’s head and kissed her lips softly. Shinobu smiled knowing this was a confirmation her girlfriend forgived her. After a short while they both pull away out of breath.

“It’s fine now let’s go shower you stink of ink and a bit of sweat. Were you running?” (Y/n) asked scrunching her nose as a joke.

Shinobu pulled away from the hug and lightly punched her. “You’re the one who reeks of medicine and blood.” The shorter girl fired back.

The couple both laughed and went to go shower.

•

This was my first time ever writing. Hope people like it. Go check out @shinobushaori version of this story! I think she did a much better job! 🙏🏽🫶

I didn’t double check everything so there may be mistakes. I apologize for them.

[calypsocolada]

they think they lost you... ft. sanemi, rengoku, obanai, giyu, tengen, & hotaru

authors note: holy cow this was a lot of writing but i fear i may have done a good job. i hope you all enjoy this angst :)

cw: lots of mention of blood and gore, suggestive, angst, not proofread apologies

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Sanemi isn’t able to speak. He'd never felt more anger in his life as he searched the charred remains of the mansion. A hopeless sort of desperation slowly nudging his anger to the back of his mind as he almost frantically tossed debris out of his way. His eyes searched everything they could, he left no stone unturned and only when all hope had been lost had he taken a step back.

You two paired up for this mission against Sanemi’s wishes of course. He’d been cold to you ever since you became a Hashira. Ignored you at every turn and when he couldn’t outright ignore you he was outwardly rude. Saying things about your position, how you weren’t strong enough to be fighting beside him, let alone any other hashira. Things that burnt you to your core. A part of you didn’t want to care about him. Didn’t want to linger on his vile words but you found yourself trying to prove him wrong at every turn. Trying to prove to him that you belonged. That you were strong enough to fight alongside him. It was stupid. It was idiotic. But you couldn’t help yourself. So when the chance to pair up with Sanemi arose you snatched it up with pleasure. 

He didn’t talk to you the entire train ride to your destination. You tried sparking some small conversation but… he just wasn’t having it. Not wanting to evoke his anger, you let him be, you lapsed into silence. You let him spend the rest of the ride alone in the suite as you explored the train, landing a seat in the little cafe until your platform was announced. Sanemi met you at the train door and gave you a withering look as he led the way off. For a moment you paused. You could let the door close right now, let the train carry you away. Let this week not be wasted on a man like him. 

But you stepped off the train.

The ashes of the mansion dusts up around Sanemi as he kicks the nearest pillar causing it to crack under his ire. You followed him off the train. He stayed spiteful to you. Why in the hell did you follow him? Sanemi felt the endless pit of anger in his stomach grow. You followed him into this mansion despite his warnings. You fought well. You fought violently and when Sanemi felt backed into a corner you helped him out of it at the cost of your life. This was the exact fucking reason he was so cold to you. The exact reason he kept his distance. The coldness inside of him was warmed just by your mere presence and he hated it. He hated that the mere thought of you and the mere sight of you weakened his deposition. You made him weak and you made him sloppy. You evicted his better judgment and filled his thoughts with only images and moments he’s shared with you. You’d never know this though because he never once let even the slightest amount of want slip through the cracks. He was a tight ship and he hated himself for it. Because all his work amounted to nothing. All his attempts to scare you into another avenue, another way of life and it all didn’t matter. You were dead and you’d never know just how much he cared. 

Sanemi felt the aching start in his chest. A deep bone rattling ache that made him physically reach up and place a hand over his heart. He was bereft. He was speechless and angry and couldn’t fathom that your last moments were wasted saving someone like him. He could hear the spiraling of his thoughts, their downturn. Honestly… he wasn’t quite sure if he could live with himself after this. 

“Shinazugawa!” A voice chirped, clipped and quick. Then again. He turned and the sight was something that almost took out his knees. The utter relief that flushed over him turned his stomach and healed the ache in his chest. You limped your way towards him, your hand still gripping your broken sword. There was a shit eating grin on your lips as you waved your sword at him. “I saved your life, you absolute asshole!” You yelled, coughing slightly as you slowed your pace. Sanemi didn’t answer your words. He almost said he could kill you for scaring him so deeply but with the possibility still real and tangible in his mind it was something he couldn’t speak aloud. He walked forwards without words, none of them would come out right no matter how it was spoken. You slowed down at his quick pace and something flashed across your face moments before he yanked your stubborn ass into a lip smashing kiss. You stumbled back at the force of it only for Sanemi’s ash covered hands to slide around your hips and yank you into him.

~

It was beyond Rengoku’s scope that you’d been taken from him. The indomitable spirit within him wasn’t allowing him to accept the very real fact that you could be dead. That no matter how hard he fought there were things beyond his control. Things that could be taken from him. Even when he held on with the utmost of his might. 

Rengoku had happily asked you to accompany him on his mission. You weren’t a demon slayer, just a nice girl he met in a village diner a few years back. 

He’d seen you in the kitchen, watched you from his diner booth. Watched you wipe sweat off your brow as you fixed food so effortlessly, tendrils of hair around your face like vines of ivy. He couldn’t look away, even when a nice waitress brought him his food and it sat slowly losing its warmth. He’d made a habit of coming to the diner as often as he could and it wasn’t for the food, obviously… 

The first speaking interaction you two shared was a quick moment as you passed by. He met your eyes and you paused. Your town was pretty normal, most people around her dressed in darker colors and lots of layers due to the colder climate, hair usually one of three or four colors so seeing a man with loud two toned hair and fiery garb had stopped you in your tracks, though this wasn’t the first time you’d seen him it still gave you some pause. That was until you remembered your father telling you about the hashira that had been stopping by a few times a week. You minded your manners and gave the man a soft smile.

“Enjoying your food?” You knew the answer, this man usually ate ten to fifteen bowls in one sitting. He was currently on his seventh bowl when you ventured out of your spot to take a little break outside. The man’s mouth was full so he gave an enthusiastic nod of his head as you breathed out a soft laugh through your nose. “Good to hear.”  You said demurly, walking your way towards the front door. 

Rengoku searched the depths of the forest, he called out your name relentlessly, He listened intently. He searched for hours.He’d search for days for years if needed. He’d run himself ragged, he’d tear through the leaves, he’d overturn mountains, he’d tear down the sky in search of you. He’d find you too. There was something about the determination in him that would fight off the improbability that you could really be gone. If there was even the slimmest, smallest chance he could find you, that he could save you he’d traverse the depths of hell and back. He’d do it all for you. 

Rengoku popped his head out into the cold to follow you outside. He hadn’t followed you after the first time you spoke to him but he decided a few days later he wanted to talk more with you. Not usually given the chance while you were hard at work You sat on a bench on the side of the diner, shielded by the overhang as snow flurried around you. Rengoku wasn’t used to the cold but just the sight of you brought warmth to his bones. You turned your head at the door being pushed open and offered him a polite smile. Rengoku returned your smile, wide and bright. 

“Morning.” You greeted.

“Good morning.” Rengoku returned eagerly. You moved over, sharing your space as Rengoku greedily took your offer and sat beside you. The first thing you noticed about this man was his warmth. You grew up in the cold with a colder family. Rengoku’s smiles and radiating kindness was something foreign to you. Foreign but wholly welcomed and intriguing. For a few days after he sat beside you it started to be a sort of regular occurrence, he’d find you, you’d offer him a seat you two would talk. The normality set in quite quickly and you began to look forward to the moments you two shared on your little breaks. You found yourself drawn to him like a freezing body drawn to a roaring fire. Before you knew it things were serious, he took you away from that cold town, away from uncaring parents into a stable environment. He filled you with love and soon enough the dregs of your past were slowly forgotten. And when you begged him to let you tag along on just one of his missions he was unable to turn you down. 

So as he searched for you now he didn’t have a moment to cry. To let out his emotions. He wouldn’t let himself grieve. He hadn’t lost you yet. 

“Kyojuro…” Your voice was small but there was no way in hell he’d let it go unheard. He called out to you again and waited. He heard his name once more and ran with ungodly speed towards the lips that had spoken it. When he found you it was like seeing you for the first time all over again. You parted your lips, most likely to apologize for letting the demon separate you two but Regoku swept you up in a hug, spinning the both of you around. His hands held you tightly as you smiled, breathing out in relief. For a moment, lost in the pines, you felt that cold creeping in. But once again this man fought it out and won.

~

You staggered, your wounds opening as you pushed out through the trees. You felt the warmth of oozing blood staining your uniform. Losing your footing you crashed into the forest flooring, the pain making you see white momentarily. You tried to push to your feet but you were unable.

Obanai was fast through the trees, he was quiet, precise. He killed the left over straggler demons without remorse, without a second thought. He sliced cleanly and kept moving. You two had been separated for too long and Obanai couldn’t help but assume the worst. Assume that he’d lost you and due to his negligence would never see you again. He found part of your haori in the hand of a slain demon. He ripped the scrap away from its hand and held it tightly between his fingers, his heart thrumming wildly in his chest.

You had managed to finally get to your knees, you sat there for a moment. Rain had started to pour, freezing rain that soaked you completely through. Against all odds you got to your feet, you trudged forwards towards a clearing, back the way you and Obanai had previously been separated. 

Obanai enjoyed nights like these. Cold and quiet. With rain pouring against the roof of Kagaya’s mansion. He’d stopped here to give a report but the rain poured so heavily he was asked to stay over for the night before taking a trek back to his own home. Likewise you were in the same position and out of all the hashira to be stuck with Obanai would be your last choice. You found him terribly scary. He was standoffish with mannerisms much like his white snake that always perched itself on his shoulders. You weren’t necessarily a fan of snakes, nor a fan of the man that had one as a pet. But the people pleaser in you kept what little conversations you two shared, well more of you talked and he possibly, possibly not listened. 

You found yourself in a similar situation tonight like many other nights. That damned snake always found its way to you, startling you into a choked scream. Embarrassed, you clapped a hand to your mouth, not wanting to wake Kagaya and his family. Pretty much every time you were forced to interact with Obanai it was after he’d come looking for his snake that, without fault, found its way to you everytime.

“H-hello Kaburamaru.” You greeted as the white slithering thing made its way closer to you. You felt your heart in your throat as the creature raised its head as though to greet you back. You swallowed as it lowered itself and slithered towards you again. You stepped back, softly blowing out a stressed breath as it wrapped around your leg and made its way up and up until it was around your own shoulders. A part of you hated this but another part felt sort of… excited, almost honored that this creature chose to climb on you. Kaburamaru’s head sort of nuzzles against your cheek as you hear the backdoor to Kagaya’s kitchen slide open. You’d been eating a late night snack when the snake found you. Your probably wide eyes met Obanai’s as he stepped inside. He takes in the scene, his hand paused on the handle of the door. “H-he always seems to find me doesn’t he?” You ask, attempting lighthearted banter with the dark spectral that was Obanai. His two toned eyes meet yours. His black hair was slightly damp from the rain and he wasn’t in his usual haori but instead some casual clothes. You cleared your throat after he didn’t answer, after realizing you were staring at him. “It’s like he likes me or something.” You say as Kaburamaru nuzzles you again and you swear the creature nods its small head. Obanai doesn’t answer, just walks forwards and holds out an arm. It takes a moment for you to realize he’s extending a branch for Kaburamaru and you feel slightly sad as the creature slithers off of your shoulders, leaving them bare. Obanai wordlessly makes his way back to his room. “G-goodnight.” You call after him. No response.

Obanai stopped in a clearing, slowing. He felt… disheartened. Kaburamaru hadn’t perked up since the moment he last saw you and the last time was… well it was bad to say the least. You were injured, far worse than you tried to let on. Obanai didn’t want to push, he just wanted to get you out of this damned forest in one piece. But he’d been searching for over an hour, he couldn’t sense you at all. He’d called out to you time and time again but only the sound of trees rustling responded. That’s when he spotted something, something unmoving and still at the edge of the clearing.  

You sat beside him the next morning. Kagaya and his family had left earlier, leaving only you two. You were an early riser. You fixed breakfast and just as you finished Obanai stirred awake. WIth messy hair he walked groggily into the kitchen, yawning. When you first looked at him you almost didn’t notice but then you did. Usually he had a white bandage around the entire bottom half of his face below his nose. Usually. But he must’ve been entirely exhausted because that bandage was nowhere to be found. You didn’t let your eyes linger, you didn’t want to make him uncomfortable. 

“M-morning.” You greeted in the same sort of nervous cadence you always greeted him in. He didn’t respond as he gathered his things. “I made breakfast.” You said.

“I see that.” He answered, his voice clearer than you’d ever heard it. You swallowed, feeling silly. 

“I made enough for two.” You added and watched his hand pause. He then suddenly slaps a hand over his mouth and wordlessly leaves the room. He must’ve noticed in a reflection. You fixed two plates in his short absence and two cups of green tea. Obanai appeared a few moments later with his bandage in place, Kaburamaru on his shoulders and his bag packed. “Wait… you should eat something before you go.” You say and when he doesn’t respond you just stop. You stop talking, stop trying to be his friend. He wrenches open the front door of the mansion. 

“Obanai,” You called out one last time. He pauses and turns as you walk up to him. You packed the breakfast into a little container, you held it out to him. “At least take it to go.” You say. He stares at you, eyes scrutinizingly sharp and you felt like he could see right through your skin to your innards.

“You saw my scars.” He started coldly. Your lips part in surprise as your eyes rise up to his. You give a simple sort of solemn nod of the head to him. His snake eyes cut to the container in your hands, the stare lingered there for a moment before rising back up. “You shouldn’t be nice to me.” He says. You can’t help but furrow your brows slightly.

“Hm?”

“You should be disgusted.” He says as though your reaction to his scars is something strange. You suck in a quiet breath, thinking about the right words to say at this moment.

“I’m not.”

Rain pelted against Obanai as he ran to you. You were slumped against a tree, blood staining your uniform. He didn’t waste a single second, he scooped your limp cold body into his arms and set out at a breakneck pace towards the way you two had previously entered the forest. There was a village doctor and Obanai would get you to him in record time. He wouldn’t lose you. Not after figuring out just how important you were to him. Not after sharing moments and nights and stories. You knew of his past, he’d told you everything over the few months after you’d seen his scars. All that shit that weighed him down, that haunted him you had listened to and bore some of its weight, easing things up for him a bit. He felt lighter with you around. He felt seen, he felt heard. And most of all… he felt loved. Care for even. You deserved everything you’d given to him, tenfold. He took you to shelter, he held your hand through the worst of it and sat at your bedside until you woke up hours later.

“That was one tough bastard of a demon.” Were the first words you’d spoken the next morning. Obanai had a crick in his neck from sleeping uncomfortably in the chair next to your bed. With snake-like grace and ease he rose from his chair and was sitting on your bed in mere seconds. You gaped at him as his hands slid against your cheeks, cupping them as he pulled you to him and pressed his forehead against yours. A gentle and tender gesture. He didn’t even need to tell you how bad you’d scared him, you understood it in the slight tremble of his fingers as he held your face.

~

It was happening again, just before Giyu's eyes. That fresh pain of revelation sat familiar and heavy in the pit of his stomach. He’d watch someone he’d loved risk it all before and lose. He couldn’t watch that again.  

Not after all you two had been through. 

Through ups and downs. You were just as much of a pained soul as he was. You’d lost about the same as him. Where he resorted to quiet you resorted to anger. It was something to be worked on but Giyu had never known anyone stronger than you. The loneliness inside him had reached out greedily for the smallest bit of warmth you had to offer and vice versa. You two had found solace in one another. A quiet comprehension and understanding. He’d begun to rely on you. You’d begun to trust him. You two had formed something not many hashira could keep. A simple thing that had been ripped away from almost every single one of you. Love. Something so pure and simple. You lost your family and after a lot of hardships and shutting yourself off from the world Giyu had found his way through your walls. He wormed his way into your heart and although you were wholly reluctant at first in the end you realized that life was just entirely too short to keep behind shackled walls. 

It wasn’t easy. You were easily scared off to relationships let alone the absolute devotion Giyu showed you. It was hard to stick beside him when you were so damn scared you’d lose him one day. It was just a recurring curse that always struck you when you least expected it. It was as though loving and losing was just a prophecy to be fulfilled. Giyu stood strong. He never wavered in the face of your fear. He stayed by your side even when you screamed and yelled for him to leave. He never raised his voice, he stayed on the path. The path being you. Because everytime you’d leave, or storm away, or get scared to your core he showed restraint to his own fears. He was as afraid of losing you as you were of losing him. But he didn’t push you away, in fact that only made him pull you closer. 

“One of us will die, leaving the other. So what’s the point, Tomioka? This will only serve to hurt us.” You had said teary eyed one day in the beginning of your relationship. For a few weeks you two wrestled with your feelings and it resulted in Giyu kissing you. It changed everything because from that point on you craved more. You hated it too. To crave someone so deeply knowing one day you’d lose them. 

“That’s true.” He said softly then. He’d reached for you, taking your hand, gently kissing your knuckles. You bit your lip, your cheeks flushed. Giyu was always like this when you were alone, around others you could never figure what he was thinking but alone he let you know exactly the scope of his thoughts and feelings. “But I’d rather be with you than not.” He answered as if it was really just that simple. He started kissing his way up your hand to your wrist, past your wrist up your arm. You swallowed dryly and when you turned your face towards him he kissed your lips. That terrible flip in your stomach came and the fear that wracked your brain over things out of your control slowly washed away. 

You killed them demon. It was an upper rank that surprised you both. It had Giyu at one point, had him by the throat as its jaws opened to finish a thing that wasn’t a person to it. That was until you swooped in, you knocked Giyu out of the way to safety and took the battle alone on your shoulders. Giyu was gravely injured and the moment he hit the ground he lost consciousness. The last thing he'd seen was the flash of the moon glinting off your chipped sword then nothing at all. When he woke up all was quiet. He’d sat up achingly quick. Blood rushed to his head making him dizzy as he searched for you. The demon you had killed was slowly dusting away in front of you. Giyu pushed to his feet and limped his way over to you, only pausing for a moment to watch your sword fall from your grasp. His breath caught in his throat. All those nightmares of his dying in front of you were in vain because your fear ricocheted to him. About fifty yards from you Giyu watched as you crumpled to the ground, still and lifeless. Giyu tripped over himself to get to you and in his haste reopened the slowly healing wounds on his body. He didn’t care, no amount of pain could stop him from reaching you. The closer he got the better he could see your weakened state. There was so much blood, your hair was stained red from the color of it.

“Hey… hey---” His voice was strained and weak, choked up from the sight of you. His hands slide on either side of your face. You felt him touch you and immediately opened your eyes. Although you looked close to the grave it turned out that after your almost hour long fight to the death that really you weren’t as bad off as it looked. You were just fucking exhausted. You smiled up at him. 

“Hey.” You breathed out and the absolute relief on Giyu’s face brought fresh tears to your eyes. 

“You scared me.” He barked, not necessarily loud but you could tell with the way he slumped down against you, hugging you tightly that your dramatic fall to the ground had his heart in his throat.

“Sorry.” You apologized, gently sitting up and wrapping your arms around him. He kissed the side of your head and pulled back, kissing your lips.

“You saved me.” He spoke against your lips. You smiled.

“Uh huh.” You mumbled, missing the press of his lips already. “Let’s get out of this damned forest.”

~

Tengen wasn’t someone that hides his feelings. In fact to the effect where it was always known that he was in love with you. That this thing you said made him laugh or the way you trained made him proud or the way you killed demons made him flush. All those factors were something you weren’t new to but still caught you off guard every time. All these compliments, his kisses and time spent with you was something you weren’t sure you’d ever get used to but… slowly you were starting to look forward to it all. He’d first kissed you after begging you to choose going on a mission with him rather than Giyu and after that any moment you two were alone things dissolved into flicked off lights, warm exploring hands and heated kisses. This had been a recurring thing for weeks with no end in sight. But neither of you wanted it to end and although Tengen was the more outspoken of the two of you, your quiet confirmation was all he needed to push you against the backs of doors and kiss you senseless. 

But that’s all you let it be. Against Tengen’s multiple attempts to make it something serious you’d just shut it down. He’d ask you to accompany him on missions but you’d say no. He’d be gone for weeks and write to you but you wouldn’t write back but the moment he’d darken your doorstep again you’d grab a fistful of his shirt and yank him inside. He could tell you missed him through the way you touched him but that’s all he had to go on. You never slipped up when it came to revealing things you kept close to your heart. Revealing how you truly felt was a well kept secret behind locks and vaults and ciphers. You were a riddle that Tengen was driving himself mad to solve. But Tengen was shameless, he didn’t care if he had to beg and plead on your closed doors because just an ounce of your attention was flashy enough for him. 

That’s why when you finally agreed to go on a mission he felt as though it was you finally giving him some ground to stand upon. And he accepted it greedily. You weren’t a Hashira like him, you were Gyomei’s tsuguko and although you wouldn’t tell Tengen this, Gyomei had asked you to accompany Tengen. Though you wouldn’t also tell anyone that you wanted to come every time he’d asked you before but wouldn’t allow yourself. It wasn’t that you were afraid of commitment because people could come and go in your life all they pleased. It was more of the fact that you already felt tenfold of what Tengen probably felt for you. You cared for him so much that it affected a lot of your training. So much so that Gyomei sent you away on this mission because of how frustrated he was hearing you mope around the house waiting for Tengen to stumble on the doorstep. You couldn’t travel together though for circumstances out of your control and when you finally made it to the entertainment district almost an all out war was being waged.

Tengen sat, unable to stand, his wives surrounding him as the poison in his blood had finally been cured thanks to Nezuko. He was one arm short and short of one girl that he’d make his wife one day. Hinata had taken the other two wives out to look for you in the rubble of the district after Inosuke had told them you had helped decapitate that female demon. But the aftershock had separated you into disappearing from the rest of the group. Tengen tried to push to his feet but held no strength in his limbs whatsoever. The pain of the fight was nothing compared to being stuck unable to look for you. Then it only got worse when he saw a flash of your hair and realized you were being carried. It was Obanai that found you, he’d got here late after all the destruction and stumbled upon you. Tengen sat up, his wounds screaming as Obanai carried you closer. You weren’t moving. He called out but his voice was strained as Obanai met with some of the medics, handing you off to them. You still didn’t move. Tengen was in absolute hell watching this. He pushed to his feet and fell back to his knees, the pain so striking it brought fresh tears to his eyes. But he persevered. He got to the medic who’d set you on a makeshift stretcher, carefully inspecting your wounds. He jumped at the sight of Tengen.

“M-Mr. Tengen!” He was startled. “Y-you should be sitting down.” Tengen dropped to his knees, he reached for your hand, it was cold in his grasp. Your face was pale, a large slashed cut stretching across your brow down the side of your face. Your uniform was stained in soot and blood. But the only thing that kept Tengen from losing his mind was the steady slow rise and fall of your chest. You were alive and you were breathing. The relief was like a punch to the stomach and it seemed the search for you was the only thing keeping him awake because the moment he realized you’d be okay Tengen fell unconscious beside you.

When he woke up he was in a room alone. He felt better, though his body still ached he pushed out of the bed. He traversed the halls of the butterfly mansion, outside he saw his wives eating, he smiled at the sight of them. He kept going, looking for one more person, one more thing he’d been craving. When he pushed open the door to the training room he felt weak in the knees. It was as though you weren’t even affected. You trained mercilessly, sword swinging expertly. You paused, turning at the sound of the door opening and met Tengen’s eyes.

“You’re awake.” You greeted, voice light. Tengen didn’t waste another damn second. He was across that room in the blink of an eye. Sweeping you up into his arms, hugging you tightly as he spun you around. “Careful!” You called out, amusement in your tone. “You’re still healing.” 

“Don’t care.” He breathed out, setting you down, arms sliding down against your waste as he and his giant body leaning into your space, lips meeting lips. 

“I care.” You mumble against his lips. He kisses you hard at that. It’s not often you expressed a liking for him outloud. 

“That’s good to hear.” He kissed past your mouth down to your neck as he hugged you tightly again, lips kissing at whatever they could find.

“Uzui.” You warned. “Lots of people walking around.”

“Don’t care.” 

“I care you big oaf.” You snap but your tone is light, still amused. Tengen raised his head.

“Come home with me and the wives.” He asks, pressing a light kiss to the top of your head.

“Hm,” You hum as he pulls back, so tall you have to crane your head to meet his eyes. “Feeling sentimental?”

“Most of the time, yes.” He answers simply. “I want you. I want to be with you, I want you home with me. Please… say yes this time.” He can tell you’re thinking about it so he lowers his head and presses another kiss to your forehead, sweet and tender.

~

Hotaru first kissed you a few months back. It was a startling and confusing moment. You’d traveled to his village for a new sword scared out of your mind because you’d broken a sword. You stupidly asked a competitor of his to fix it, hoping to save yourself from his wrath. But Hotaru caught you in the act and instead of being outwardly angry… he kissed you. And this simple act changed everything. It changed how you perceived all your interactions after that day. His competitor had referred to you as Hotaru’s favorite and you hadn’t been able to wipe that from your mind since. You hadn’t seen him since the kiss and you tossed and turned almost every night since just trying to make sense of the moment if there was any sense to be found. Maybe he’d kissed you to shut you up. Maybe he kissed you in a polite way? Like a thanks for keeping him in business kind of kiss? No… that kiss was anything but polite. It was hot. All consuming. It was everything you didn’t expect to come from the man who struck fear in all demon slayers. So despite your better judgment you used the little bit of time off that you had to trudge back to his village. You told everyone you were going there to relax before your new mission but in reality it was to solve the mystery of why he kissed you and why you couldn’t stop thinking about it.

Hotaru lived on the outskirts of the village. A bit of a walk from everyone else’s house, It was like he was the town pariah or something. It was dark when you spotted the glow of his parted curtains, his chimney puffing out smoke. It was the dead of winter so you were chilled to the bone, not only at the fact you were about to speak to him after months of silence but also because of the damn snow storm you trekked through to get here. 

As you got to his door you blew out a breath and knocked. But just as you lowered your hand you heard something. A rustle, the movement of steps in the snow. You turned, surveying the area. Maybe a villager kid had followed you up here, interested in the girl that had come to talk to the town's scary ghost. Your eyes scanned the trees as the door opened. You didn’t turn back and that’s when you spotted it, lumbering through the trees, blood dripping into the snow. You turned back, hand flying to your sword. Hotaru stood in the doorway unaware of two things. Why you were here and why you pushed him back and closed the door in his face.

“Stay inside!” You called out to him, your sword in your hand at the ready as the demon busted through the trees towards you. 

The thing was viscous and obviously starving as its jaws opened and latched onto your shoulder. You screamed in pain, hitting it back and slashing violently across the length of its stomach. It was hard to maneuver in your layers of thick winter clothes but you mostly made it work. You fought the demon back away from Hotaru’s house, it’s bloodlust like that of a rabid animal. It snarled and growled and slashed at you, slashing up your clothes and your face. When you were finally able to get the upper hand you wasted no time slicing it’s head from its shoulders. It crumpled into dust and fire, blowing away with the wind. You blew out an exhausted breath, leaning heavily against a tree near you. So much for relaxing. You jolted at the sound of Hotaru’s voice as he called out for you near the treeline. You sighed, pushing off the tree, trudging towards his voice through the snow. 

“That was one tough bastard.” You said as you spotted him. You must’ve looked worse than you felt because Hotaru stumbled his way towards you rather ungracefully. “Careful,” You said as he approached, slamming against you in a tight hug. You gasped in surprise, winded by the force of his body slamming into yours. He hugged the life out of you. Hugged you so tightly you wondered if he was trying to kill you. “It’s okay-- I’m fine.” You breathed out and still he didn’t let up. 

“I heard you scream. I couldn’t find you.” He spoke into your hair, tightening his hold on you just barely. 

“Yeah, it bit me.” You answered nonchalantly. Hotaru pulled back, anger on his face. You sucked in a breath at the look on his face.

“What were you thinking!” He growls, turning and pulling you gently towards his house, despite the anger in his voice he handled you with care. 

“What?” You stuttered.

“You scared the hell outta me.” He says, throwing open his door and pulling you into the warmth of his house. He guides you to the kitchen. “Strip.” He commands and you do as told, kicking off your snow boots and peeling off your layers of clothes, careful around the stinging bite on your shoulder. Hotaru gathered some things, slamming things left and right. You were speechless, his reaction to you saving him was something you weren’t expecting. When he grabbed all he needed he dropped into the seat next to you and you turned to face him.

“Are you mad that I saved you?” You asked and watched his brows furrow. You sighed out heavily, almost exhaustedly. Both his hands slid against your cheeks and in another surprising twist he kissed you. He kissed you so softly and tenderly it had your stomach turning in knots. This man was loud, he was angry most of the time and every single slayer and villager was scared at the mere thought of him. But he was different when he kissed you, it had your entire body lightening on fire. You absentmindedly tried to wrap your arms around the back of his neck only for that bite on your shoulder to remind you with white hot pain. You gasped, sucking in a breath as Hotaru pulled back. He didn’t waste a second placing a rag over the wound, soaking up some of the blood. 

“I’m not angry you saved me.” He said after a moment. “Just mad you got hurt.” 

“I get hurt all the time.” You answer lightly, hoping for some humility but Hotaru doesn’t crack a smile. “It’s just part of being a Hashira.” His gentle hands are patching up your shoulder and he doesn’t say anything for a few long seconds. Once he’s finished he gets up, grabbing a blanket, wrapping it around you to warm you up. He sets back down and pulls your chair closer to his. Your nerves spike at the closeness. 

“You didn’t come all this way for a broken sword right?” He asks, your breath catches as you shake your head. 

“My sword’s fine.” 

“That’s good to hear.” He says, reaching a hand up to tuck your hair back out of your face. “Didn’t visit my competitor first this time?” It’s weird to see him joke but you find yourself relaxing.

“No. I came straight here.” You answer and his hand lingers on your cheek.

“Thanks for saving my life.” He says.

“You’re welco-” He cuts you off with a press of his lips against yours.

[kurokawaia]

❛ HIS PRAISE ❜

Tomioka Giyuu X Fem!Reader

WC; 1.1k+ | !MDNI! | TW/CW; fem reader! reader is slightly timid and shy? use of good girl, praise, praise, praiseeeeeeee, oral -> male receiving, implied cock warming in da throat, slight throat fucking? the things that would happen to me if I got praised by this man :3

*ੈ✩‧₊˚𝑅𝐸𝒬𝒰𝐸𝒮𝒯 :: (filled request) Could you please do Giyuu with a s/o with a MASSIVE praise kink? Like, just complimenting her gets her all hot and bothered, and giyuu doesn't even realize it at first, but then eventually clocks on and just gets a huge ego boost🤭 he even gets michevious and uses it to his advantage during bed AND in other places..👀 - ANON

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Everybody knew you and Giyuu were together, and they always thought about how someone as timid, outgoing and not stoic as you are compared to Giyuu, managed to fall for each other. Giyuu will always be reserved, but he does have a way of making you feel special in soft ways. But, what you have never thought to anticipate, was how what he says to you would affect you how deeply it does.

It had started innocently enough.

You were out in the yard of your shared house, perfecting your breathing techniques, when Giyuu walked by.  You obviously noticed his presence, your body and mind were always on high alert, and you had a Giyuu detector LMA-. You were in the middle of this one particular move that was just not getting easier when you caught his gaze. 

He paused, watching you with his usual eyes, but his eyes were always soft when looking at you, but then he spoke. "You're doing great," he said, in a low tone. "Your form is almost perfect." The praise was simple, and yet a quiver ran down your spine. Your heart skipped a beat, and the heat crawled up to your neck. You tried brushing it off, focusing again on your training, but the more you thought about it, the more flustered you became. And with time came a pattern. For every time Giyuu praised you-whether it was your strength, your kindness, or something as silly as the way you brewed your tea-you just couldn't help it, quickening your pulse. It was in that intonation of his voice, the sincerity lacing it, the softening of his eyes whenever he looked at you. At first, Giyuu didn't catch on, still quietly praising you as he normally would and not usually catching on to the fact that it affected you in the slightest. But soon, he started to catch on. He started to notice the flush of your cheeks, the catch of your breath, and the way you seemed almost...distracted whenever he said something kind. It was in the evening, when you were both sitting before the fire after a long day, that Giyuu decided to test the theory in his mind. You were talking of your day in a happy, light mood when he interrupted you. "You're amazing, you know that?"  You blinked, words faltering at his sudden interrupting of your yapping. "W-what?" Giyuu slightly leaned a little closer and his lips tugged upwards into a small teasing smile, a smile only you got to see. "You are amazing, the way you do everything, push yourself in this manner, it's... incredible." Your face burned, and you bit your lip to keep it all in, but the way he looked at you, the subtle dip of his voice just that much lower was too much. The pooling heat in your stomach became too much to bear, and you shifted in your seat, aka, Giyuu's lap. And it was then that Giyuu's smirk only widened farther at the realization that he was right, and he'd never seen you so flustered, so vulnerable, and for some reason, it made him feel a heat inside him. "You like it when I praise you, don't you?" he asked in a voice barely over a whisper. You couldn't find the words to respond, you only nodded, were wide-eyed, your breath coming in short, and you had shallow gasps. Giyuu's eyes had turned dark as he moved in closer, his lips grazing your ear. "Good girl," he whispered. Those words alone ran a streak of electricity down your spine, and absolutely nothing could be done to impede the tiny gasp that escaped your lips. Giyuu pulled back just enough to see your reaction, and at the sight of you so undone by his words, his heart pounded in his chest. He chuckled low, his tone pleased, happy that he got that reaction from you. "I think I'm going to enjoy this," he said, lowly. "And I think you will too. From then on, it became Giyuu's mission to push your limits with what he said. He would praise you at the most unlikely moments, and his voice, laced with that teasing note that only you and only you can pick up, it would send your knees jellylike every time. 

You wanted him to catch you in his arms and please you until the sun came up, god, the feeling that welled inside you when he praised you was insatiable, you always craved more. Every time you were flushing or stammering that heat bubbled inside him, you were so cute and you were his. But...it wasn't about the praise anymore, but rather the fact that he could control your reaction, and melt you with just a few well-placed words. The more he did that, the more confident he became, and that once-reserved nature gave way to a more playful, dominant side. And you? You were completely at his mercy, unable to fight the feeling his voice, words, and presence brought you. Though that frustrated you, red in the face, squirming in your seat, you couldn't help but like it-love it. And Giyuu was more than happy to give you just what you wanted as your lips were tightly wrapped around his throbbing shaft as it was nudged down your warm throat.

You were trying to take him as deep as you could without gagging on his cock, using your hand to jerk off the reminder that didn't fit into your mouth. Giyuu's moans grew louder before he struggled to maintain a still stature. Giyuu began to move your head through the tuffs of your hair, your movements not your own as you removed your hand and let him take control.

He moans, "Feel so good, you're such a good girl, taking me so well."

Your panties just became more soaked than they already were as you moaned helplessly on his cock at the praise and a breathy laugh left his throat, and it made your tummy tingle. 

When you take him carelessly and put him into your mouth, tears well up in the doe's eyes. Your cunt was soaking wetter by the moment, and the whimpers coming out of his mouth made it even more likely that he would soak your pants.

Giyuu started moving more quickly, which made you start crying even more. When you hollowed out your cheeks, he let out a stifled sigh that made him hesitate to approach further. He pulls away from you, his load spilling into your mouth.

A groan leaves his moan as he stroked your head lovingly, "Oh, you're so good, such a good girl, good for me."

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Some Fem!Giyuu Au doodles where Sabito doesn’t realize at first 😂

Little comic about when Giyuu gets her uniform

[latinasforace]

Crimson Petals in the Night ( Giyuu x Blood Hashira F! Reader)

a/n: So sorry this took forever to post ….. College started for me & it’s draining me…. work as well even more. I’ll update soon!! thank you!! BTW this story will be SLOWBURN so that’s why it’s slow progress bc i’m building story and such. But DW i’ll make progress very fast bc who doesn’t just wanna make out w giyuu 😫

warnings: drunks flirting with you…

w/c: 15.8k

Chapter 1:

The night was thick with tension, the forest alive with the quiet rustling of leaves and the occasional distant cry of a night bird. The moon hung high, its cold light casting long, shifting shadows across the ground as the slayer moved through the dense underbrush. Her movements were swift, almost a blur, as her nichirin blade sliced through the air with the practiced ease of someone who had faced countless battles. Each step was calculated, each breath measured, as she confronted the demons that lurked in the darkness.

The first demon lunged at her, its grotesque form barely discernible in the dim light. With a sharp, fluid motion, the young slayer sidestepped its attack, her blade flashing as it cleaved through the demon’s neck.

The creature barely had time to react before its body disintegrated into ash, carried away by the night breeze. Before she could catch her breath, another demon sprang from the shadows, its claws reaching for her with deadly intent. Meeting it head-on, her blade a blur as she dispatched it with a single, decisive strike.

As the last of the demons fell, the slayer exhaled slowly, the adrenaline of the fight still coursing through her veins. She flicked her wrist, sending the ashing blood on her blade splattering onto the ground. Her kimono, once a pristine black adorned with delicate rose patterns, was now torn and slightly stained, the elegant fabric marred by the brutality of the battle. Sighing softly, her gaze lingering on the ruined garment. The young lady had been keen on taking good care and keep it in perfect condition. Even while tending to the discovered garden earlier that day, she made sure her monomi was clean and undisturbed. But now, all that effort seemed wasted.

As she sheathed her sword, a faint rustling caught her attention. Turning toward the sound, she saw a fellow Demon Slayer emerging from the trees, his face pale and etched with a mixture of relief and awe. His eyes widened as he took in the sight of the fallen demons, clearly overwhelmed by what he had just witnessed. "Thank you," he managed to say, his voice shaky with emotion. "You saved my life… I was outnumbered, and I didn’t think I’d make it."

The young slayer offered him a smile, her expression softening as she regarded him. "I’m just glad I was able to get here in time," she replied, her tone calm and reassuring. "I happened to be passing by when I received a call from a crow to assist. I’m currently not in duty—hence why I’m out of uniform. Still, I’m very glad you asked for assistance.”

The young Slayer’s gaze flickered to her kimono, his eyes widening slightly as he noticed that she wasn’t wearing the standard uniform. "I didn’t realize you were a Slayer at first," he admitted, a hint of embarrassment coloring his tone. "You weren’t in uniform, and I…"

"It’s understandable," Y/N said, waving off his concerns with a small gesture. "Appearances can be deceiving. But the important thing is that we’re safe. Are you alright? No injuries correct?”

He shook his head quickly, his expression one of gratitude. "I’m fine, thanks to you. I don’t know what would have happened if you hadn’t shown up when you did.”

"I’m glad to hear that," she replied. "It’s what we do, after all—protect each other."

As the young Slayer nodded in agreement, motioned his goodbyes, and turned to leave, the slayer bent down to retrieve her gardening tools. She took a glance at her attire once more, a pang of regret tugging at her heart. The Wisteria Estate where she was staying for the time being, one of the many meant for slayers to rest in and settle temporarily, was miles away, that is the the one that was she more accustomed in staying as as well as had her minor belongings in. She could only imagine the strange looks she might receive as she traveled back with her garment in such disrepair. At least her face and rest of her features had remained untouched, not a scratch marring her appearance despite the ferocity of the battle.

Suddenly, flutter of wings drew her gaze upward. A black crow swooped down, its beady eyes glinting in the moonlight. It circled above her head before landing on a nearby branch. “Y/N!” it cawed. “You are to be summoned by Master. Report to the Master’s mansion immediately.”

Her head slightly tilted in question. The Master’s mansion? The young lady had never been called to see the Master, let alone even gotten a glimpse of the well respected leader.

The Master was a figure shrouded in mystery, known only through whispers and the crows’ messages. Only hearing stories of his wisdom and kindness, but also of his enigmatic presence.

Sheathing her blade, she set off with the crow as her guide, her mind racing with possibilities. The journey was quite long, but her curiosity propelled she forward.

~

As dawn approached, she finally reached the gates of the Master’s estate. The sprawling grounds were bathed in the soft, golden light of morning, the air filled with the sweet scent of blooming wisteria.

A pair of attendants greeted her at the entrance, leading the young slayer through the winding paths and serene gardens. She marveled at the beauty around her, the tranquility a stark contrast to the bloodshed and chaos she had left behind. Eventually, they arrived at a grand hall, its doors intricately carved with symbols of protection and strength.

The doors creaked open, and the girl stepped inside, her breath catching in her throat. The hall was vast, with high ceilings and walls adorned with ancient scrolls and paintings. At the far end, seated on a comfortable futon platform, was the Master himself. His presence was commanding yet gentle, his eyes closed as he listened to the soft murmur of the attendants.

“Y/N,” his voice was soft yet resonant, carrying across the hall like a melody. “Welcome.”

Y/N approached, her footsteps echoing in the silence. Knelling before the Master, bowing her head in respect. “Master,” she said, her voice steady despite the nervous fluttering in her chest.

The master sat quietly for a moment, his serene presence filling the room. Y/N stood before him, her heart pounding in anticipation and curiosity. The walls of the room seemed to close in, making the space feel more intimate, almost sacred.

"I don't believe we've had the pleasure of meeting before," the master began, his voice calm and gentle. "But I have certainly noticed your efforts as a slayer."

The slayer bowed her head in respect. "It is an honor to meet you, Master."

The master smiled, a glint of pride in his eyes. "You have shown remarkable strength and dedication in your missions. Your unique abilities have not gone unnoticed."

The slayer felt a warmth spread through her chest at his words, but a question hung in the air, unspoken but palpable.

"Do you know why you are here today?" the master asked, his tone turning more inquisitive.

Y/N blinked, her mind racing to find an answer. She had been summoned without explanation, and her thoughts had been a whirlwind of possibilities since then. Finally, she shook her head, her confusion evident. "No, Master, I do not."

The master nodded, seemingly expecting her response. "Today, I am honored to officially recognize you as a Hashira. You have slayed more demons than the expected amount as ranked Hashira. Your unique abilities and unwavering spirit have earned you this title. You have done well.”

The young woman’s heart swelled with pride and joy at his words, but also with confusion. “Master,” she began hesitantly, “I am honored, but I am also surprised. I never expected to be promoted to Hashira so soon. Why me?”

The Master’s smile deepened, his eyes reflecting a calm assurance. “Your shock is understandable, Y/N, but your title is well-deserved. You have consistently shown extraordinary strength and skill, exceeding the kills of many demons. You have proven yourself fit and strong enough to face even the Twelve Kizuki in the future.”

The slayer’s eyes widened at his words, but the Master continued. “Moreover, I have noticed something remarkable about your missions. Whenever you lead a group of slayers, there are always little to no major injuries among them. They return safe, largely thanks to your presence and leadership.”

A wave of realization washed over the demon slayer as the Master’s words sank in. She had always strived to protect her fellow comrades, but hearing it acknowledged so clearly was both humbling and empowering.

The Master gestured to an attendant, who stepped forward with folded fabrics. “This is your new uniform, a symbol of your rank and your duty,” he said. “You are now the Blood Hashira, the first of your kind.”

The Blood Breathing user accepted the bundle, its fabric rich and adorned with the writing stating ‘Blood Hashira.’ She could feel the weight of her new responsibilities settling on her shoulders, but also the thrill of recognition and purpose.

“The path of a Hashira is fraught with danger and challenges,” the Master continued. “But it is also a path of great honor and reward. You will have access to the best resources, training, and support we can offer. Your strength will inspire and protect those who cannot protect themselves.”

The girl, now a Hashira, looked up at the Master, her eyes shining with determination. “I understand, Master. I will do everything in my power to uphold this honor and fulfill my duties.”

The Master nodded, his eyes full of pride and warmth. “I have no doubt that you will. Remember, Y/N, your strength lies not just in your abilities, but in your heart. You are a beacon of hope for us all.”

Feeling the swell of emotion at his words, her resolve hardened. She was ready to embrace her new role, to fight with everything she had to protect humanity from the demons that threatened it.

As the Master finished speaking, he paused, a thoughtful look crossing his face. "Y/N, are you familiar with the rest of the Hashira?” he questioned.

The young lady paused for a moment, striving to recall if she had ever personal meet any of them. She had heard multiple rumors that certain element breathing Hashira’s were indeed intimating, some would even belittling and harassing the other lower ranking slayers due to their superiority. Even so, she had never bothered to memorize their names or be intrigued in any rumors or saying going around regarding them. Focusing more on training and completing missions, abolishing demons. “No Master. I have yet to ever come face to face with any of them.”

He nodded, the sunlight filtering through the delicate cherry blossom trees casting a dappled pattern across his face. "Take some time to wander the grounds and enjoy the peace. The other Hashira will seek you out. I am sure they are eager to meet you.”

With a final bow, you bowed respectfully and left the wing, beginning to explore the mansion’s grounds. The beauty of the place was almost overwhelming, each step revealing another stunning view—a lush bamboo grove swaying gently in the breeze, a bridge arching gracefully over a sparkling pond, and a small pavilion where the Master often sat in quiet contemplation. The tranquil surroundings put you at ease, calming the remnants of the tension you carried from your previous battles.

Here, in this sanctuary, it was easy to forget the horrors that awaited outside the mansion’s walls.

As she wandered and admired the beauty of the Master’s Estate, she heard footsteps approaching, and you turned to see a group of individuals making their way towards her.

The first to come the closest to her was a tall man with a fiery mane of red and yellow hair, his presence as warm and vibrant as the sun. The man’s eyes were filled with a boundless energy, his smile as bright as his flame-colored haori. "Ah, you must be the Blood Hashira!" he greeted you with a booming voice that matched his powerful aura. "I’m Kyojuro Rengoku, the Flame Hashira. It’s a pleasure to meet you!"

His enthusiasm was infectious, and the girl couldn’t help but return his smile. There was something comforting about his presence, as if his very being radiated a sense of protection and warmth.

Before the Blood Breathing user could respond, another figure from the group greeted you —a striking man adorned with an array of flashy accessories, from his headband to the multiple earrings that caught the light. His long, silver hair shimmered like the surface of a moonlit river. "Tengen Uzui here, Sound Hashira. The Blood Hashira, huh? Sounds flashy! I like it!" His grin was wide and confident, a man who clearly took pride in his appearance and power. Tengen’s boldness was both intriguing and slightly overwhelming, his loud personality a stark contrast to the peaceful surroundings. Yet, there was a charm to his audacity, a confidence that seemed unshakable.

Another slightly shorter man than the first two came forward, his expression hard and unyielding. His sharp eyes, framed by a wild mess of white hair, assessed you with a mix of skepticism and curiosity. "Sanemi Shinazugawa," he introduced himself brusquely. "Let’s hope you’re as strong as they say." His voice was edged with challenge, and the slayer could feel the weight of his expectations pressing down on her. She met his gaze steadily, understanding that respect from him would have to be earned.

Next one to free you was a small, graceful woman with a deceptively gentle smile. She moved with the lightness of a butterfly, her presence delicate yet undeniably sharp. "Shinobu Kocho, Insect Hashira. Welcome to our ranks. I look forward to working with you." Her voice was sweet, almost musical, but there was a dangerous glint in her eyes that spoke of lethal skill hidden behind her soft exterior. Her beauty was astonishing as well, the new promoted Hashira admiring her looks.

Finally, a towering figure approached, his massive frame almost dwarfing the peaceful surroundings, greeted you with a calm, deep voice that resonated through the garden. "Gyomei Himejima," he said, his hands clasped in a prayer-like gesture. "May your path be blessed with strength and courage." His presence was like that of a mountain—unmovable, steady, and profoundly comforting.

As each Hashira introduced themselves, you couldn’t shake the feeling of familiarity when the last one stepped forward and remained silent. His presence was quieter than the others, but no less commanding.

Then, she realized.

It was him—the swordsman from the garden that night, the one who had sternly told her to leave. His intense blue eyes locked onto hers, and she could see the recognition flicker across his face. He gave her a brief gaze, his expression unreadable.

He didn’t introduce himself, just like that night. Instead, he turned and walked away, his patterned haori fluttering lightly in the breeze, leaving you with a sense of unresolved curiosity. Why hadn’t he spoken? Why did he remain so distant?

Before the girl could ponder further, Master Ubuyashiki’s voice interrupted her thoughts. "Now that you’ve met your fellow Hashira, I will dismiss you all. I have no doubt that you will grow to rely on each other in the battles to come."

The Hashira began to disperse, leaving her standing alone in the tranquil garden, her thoughts lingering on the mysterious swordsman from last night and that piercing gaze. There was something about him that intrigued her, something that made herwant to understand him better. But for now, she pushed those thoughts aside, focusing instead on the journey that lies ahead. She was the Blood Hashira now, and she would prove yourself worthy of the title.

The sunlight slightly gleamed upon the Earth, creating a small warmth wave across the surface as Y/N stepped through the threshold of the Master's mansion, the echoes of her soft footsteps lost in the vastness of the surrounding garden. Moonlight filtered through the trees, casting silver light upon her path. The tranquility was almost unsettling after the intensity of her recent induction as a Hashira. As she neared the stone steps leading to the courtyard, a gentle voice called out from behind.

"Lady Y/N," the voice was soft, almost hesitant. She turned to see one of the Master's attendants, a young woman with kind eyes and a graceful demeanor. Beside her stood a girl, delicate and serene, a complete replica of the older woman she was beside, excluding the shorter hair.

"Is something the matter?" The departing lady asked, her voice equally gentle, though laced with a hint of confusion.

The attendant stepped forward, her hands clasped respectfully in front of her. "Forgive me for intruding, Lady Y/N, but before you depart, we must collect your blade."

Y/N’s brow furrowed, her hand instinctively brushing the hilt of her sword, a weapon that had become almost an extension of her own being. "My blade?" she repeated, perplexed.

The attendant smiled, understanding her confusion. "Yes, every Hashira is gifted a new sword upon their ascension. It is tradition. The Master wishes to ensure that your weapon is of the highest quality, forged anew with the finest ore. The words 'Destroyer of Demons' will be engraved upon it by the most skilled swordsmiths in the land."

The Blood Hashira hesitated for a moment, her grip on her sword tightening before she slowly began to unfasten it from her side. She handed the blade over, the attendant accepting it with a deep bow of respect. "It will be returned to you soon, stronger and more refined," the attendant assured her.

"Thank you," she said softly, though her mind still lingered on the idea of parting with a sword that had seen so many battles at her side, her greatest weapon of protection. But as she released it, a sense of new beginnings washed over her, a subtle thrill of anticipation for her new upgrade.

The shorter attendee, silent until now, stepped forward, her delicate hands holding a small, ornate box. She opened it to reveal a finely crafted red bow, which she offered to Y/N. "For your crow," the girl said, her voice almost musical. "The messenger has already been sent to fetch your belongings. You will be escorted to your new estate with guidance from your crow. It’s your right as a Hashira to have a place of your own, filled with clothing and furnishings befitting your station."

The girl blinked, absorbing the unexpected news. "An estate?" she repeated, her tone marked with surprise.

The attendant nodded, smiling warmly. "Indeed. It is situated in a secluded area, surrounded by nature, where you can find peace and solace when you are not on duty. Your crow will guide you there."

As if on cue, a sharp caw echoed through the night, and the young slayer turned to see a dark silhouette perched on a nearby branch. The crow's feathers were sleek, gleaming like obsidian under the moonlight.

A wave of familiarity washed over Y/N at the sight of her crow. It had been some time since she had seen it, having been off duty and receiving her orders from other crows in the interim. The bird had been her companion through countless missions, its sarcastic wit a constant in the chaos of her life. Now, seeing it again after what felt like an eternity, a small smile tugged at the corners of her lips.

"Finally done with all the formalities?" the crow croaked, its voice dripping with sarcasm. "I was beginning to think you'd forgotten about me."

Y/N chuckled softly, the sound light in the warm noon air. "It's been a while, hasn't it? Did you miss me?”

The crow fluffed its feathers, clearly put out by the suggestion. "Missed you? Hardly. I’ve simply been bored out of my mind with these other assignments. But at least now things might get interesting again."

The young girl shook her head, still smiling as she took the box from the Master's daughter and carefully tied the bow around the bird’s neck. "You haven’t changed a bit," she remarked, her tone affectionate despite the crow’s sharp words.

The crow puffed out its chest, clearly pleased with its new accessory. "Someone has to keep you on schedule. Now, are you ready to see this grand estate of yours, or would you prefer to wander the forest all night?"

"Lead the way," she replied, her voice laced with amusement as she followed the crow, the faintest breeze carrying the scent of jasmine and pine.

The crow flew ahead, its dark wings slicing through the bright air of the early day beginning , leading the young slayer along a narrow path illuminated by the soft glow of sunlight peaking over. The landscape around them was serene, untouched by the chaos she had so often encountered on her travels. Tall trees, their leaves shimmering like gold in the sun gaze, lined the path, creating a lightning gloom that blended gently in the breeze of the forest. The scent of pine and earth was rich, grounding her as she walked, her steps quiet and deliberate.

Y/N’s thoughts drifted back to the words of the attendant. “It will be your responsibility to watch over and guard the surrounding area and villages nearby from your estate, from any demons, every night or whenever you’re around.” The weight of those words settled on her shoulders, a familiar burden, yet now there was a permanence to it. This place—this estate—would be her new base, her stronghold against the darkness that threatened the innocent lives she had sworn to protect.

The path began to widen, and the young lady noticed subtle changes in the surroundings. The trees, though still wild and ancient, seemed more deliberately spaced, their trunks standing as silent sentinels guiding her way. She could make out the faintest glimmers of lantern in the distance, warm light spilling across the ground, beckoning her forward.

When she finally reached the estate, she paused, her breath catching in her throat. The structure before her was breathtaking—a sprawling mansion that seemed to emerge from the very heart of the forest, its wooden beams and tiled roof blending harmoniously with the nature surrounding it. The architecture was elegant, every line and curve a testament to the craftsmanship that had gone into its construction.

A large yard spread out before the mansion, meticulously maintained with stone pathways winding through lush gardens. Cherry blossom trees, their petals pale against the night sky, dotted the landscape, their branches swaying gently in the breeze. A koi pond reflected the moonlight, the water calm and clear, the fish gliding silently beneath the surface. It was a place of peace, a haven from the world beyond its gates.

But as Y/N took it all in, a sense of unease crept over her. This estate was beautiful—too beautiful, too grand for someone like her. It was almost overwhelming, a stark contrast to the life she had known. She had grown up in an orphanage, sharing a single room with many others, where space and belongings were scarce. The only constants in her life had been the camaraderie of the other children and the bare necessities.

Now, she was faced with an estate that could house a dozen families, each room likely larger than the entire orphanage she had once called home.

"This is… a lot," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper as she stepped into the yard. The crow, perched on a low branch nearby, tilted its head, regarding her with a knowing look.

"Overwhelmed, are we?" it cawed, its tone a mix of amusement and something almost sympathetic. "Not exactly what you’re used to, is it?"

Y/N shook her head, still trying to process the sheer scale of it all. "No, it’s not. It’s… too much, really."

The crow fluttered down from the branch and landed on a stone lantern, its sharp eyes watching her closely. "You’ve earned this, you know. This isn’t just a reward; it’s a necessity. A Hashira needs a place to retreat, to recover. You can’t protect anyone if you don’t take care of yourself first."

The young woman sighed softly, the truth in the crow’s words settling in her heart. It was true—she needed a place to rest, to gather her strength between battles. But still, the grandeur of it all made her feel out of place, as if she were an intruder in a life that wasn’t her own.

Slowly, she walked up the steps to the mansion’s entrance, the wooden doors large and imposing, yet beautifully carved with intricate designs. She pushed them open, and the inside revealed itself as just as elegant as the exterior. The main hall was vast, with high ceilings and polished wooden floors that gleamed in the lantern light. Tatami mats lined the floor, and sliding doors led to other rooms, each one a mystery waiting to be explored.

Despite the overwhelming luxury, there was a quietness to the space, a sense of solitude that spoke to her. Perhaps, with time, she could come to call this place home. Perhaps, in these halls and gardens, she could find a sense of belonging she had never known before.

As she stood there, taking in the mansion that was now hers, the crow flapped its wings and settled on her shoulder, its familiar weight a comfort. "Don’t let it overwhelm you," it murmured, its voice softer now, almost gentle. "This is just the beginning. You’ll grow into it. After all, a Hashira’s life is always one of adaptation."

The young lady nodded, a quiet determination forming within her. This estate, this responsibility—she would embrace it, not because it was expected of her, but because it was her path.

~

Time had a strange way of slipping through the young lady’s fingers in the weeks following her induction as a Hashira. The days blended together, marked by rigorous training, daily missions, and constant patrols. Yet, despite the relentless pace, she found herself slowly adapting to this new life—one of solitude and silent determination, a life that required her to be both warrior and guardian.

A week after her arrival at the estate, she stood in the main hall, waiting as the sun dipped low in the sky, casting the room in shades of amber and gold. Her mind was a whirl of thoughts, processing the challenges she had just faced in her first missions as a Hashira. The demons she encountered were far more formidable than those she had faced as a regular slayer, their cunning and strength a stark reminder of the power she now had to wield. But despite the major increase in difficulty, every mission had ended in success, her blade cutting through the darkness with precision and determination.

As she reflected on these battles, the large wooden doors of the mansion creaked open, and a figure stepped inside, his presence almost overshadowed by the massive bundle he carried on his back. He was a broad-shouldered man with graying hair tied back in a messy knot, his hands calloused from years of working with metal. His clothes were simple, but the weight of experience hung about him like an invisible cloak.

“Lady L/N,” he greeted with a deep bow, setting down the bundle with care. “It is an honor to meet you again. My name is Kurogane, and I’ve come to deliver your new blade.”

The young lady approached, her gaze flickering to the wrapped sword he laid before her. She had grown accustomed to the weight of her previous blade, but there was an undeniable excitement in receiving something newly forged, something that would become an extension of herself in battle.

“Mr. Kurogane,” She acknowledged with a respectful nod, her eyes tracing the outlines of the package, eager to see the weapon that had been crafted for her.

Kurogane unwrapped the sword with reverence, revealing a gleaming blade of deep crimson, the metal polished to a mirror-like sheen. The hilt was intricately designed, wrapped in black and deep red fabric that provided a firm grip. Along the flat of the blade, the words “Destroyer of Demons” were engraved with precise care, the characters catching the light in a way that made them almost glow.

“This sword is forged from the finest ore, selected specifically for you,” Kurogane explained as Y/N gently took the sword into her hands, feeling the perfect balance, the way it felt like it was meant for her and her alone. “It’s lighter, sharper, and more durable than your previous blade. The engraving was done by a master craftsman—it will serve you well in your duty as a Hashira.”

The slayer turned the sword in her hands, testing its weight, feeling the way it cut through the air with effortless grace. It was indeed a work of art, but more than that, it was a tool, a weapon she would rely on to protect those who could not protect themselves.

“It’s perfect,” she said softly, her voice tinged with awe. “Thank you, Mr. Kurogane.”

Kurogane gave a small, satisfied smile. “I’m glad it pleases you, Lady L/N. Remember, this blade will serve you well, but it will also require care. Should you ever need adjustments, or if the sword is damaged in battle, do not hesitate to contact me. I’ll come at once to ensure it remains in perfect condition.”

Y/N nodded, appreciating the craftsman’s dedication. “I will. Your work is remarkable—I’m honored to wield this blade.”

With another deep bow, Kurogane took his leave, the doors of the mansion closing behind him with a soft thud, leaving Y/N alone with her new sword. She stood there for a moment longer, simply holding the blade, letting its weight settle into her hands, before she sheathed it and attached it to her side. The sword was hers now, and it felt as if a piece of her had finally fallen into place.

As the days passed, Y/N fell into a routine, though ‘routine’ was a generous word for the life of a Hashira. Every morning began with rigorous training in the mansion’s extensive grounds. The estate was vast, almost too vast for her alone, but she made use of every part of it. The training grounds, with their open space and various terrains, allowed her to push herself further than she ever had before, perfecting her techniques, strengthening her body, and honing her mind.

Missions came frequently, each one more challenging than the last. She faced demons of all kinds—cunning, powerful, and relentless. Yet, despite the growing difficulty, she met each challenge head-on, her new blade slicing through the darkness with deadly precision. The demons she fought were more vicious, their abilities more refined, but they still fell before her, one by one. However, she had yet to encounter an Upper Rank demon, and that fact both relieved and unsettled her. The anticipation of such a battle lingered in her mind, but for now, she was content to focus on the tasks at hand.

In the evenings, after the sun had set and the world had quieted, Y/N would return to the estate, the exhaustion of the day’s battles weighing on her limbs. She had grown accustomed to the mansion, its grandeur no longer as overwhelming as it once had been. The hot springs and baths became a sanctuary, the warmth soothing her tired muscles and allowing her a rare moment of peace. The estate’s resources were plentiful—almost too plentiful—but she found comfort in the quiet luxury, in the moments when she could simply be, without the weight of her duties pressing down on her.

The mansion’s gardens, too, became a place of solace. She often found herself wandering the stone pathways at night, the cherry blossoms glowing softly under the moonlight, their petals a gentle reminder of the beauty that still existed in the world despite the darkness she fought against. The koi pond, with its calm waters, offered her a moment of reflection, the fish moving silently beneath the surface, their movements soothing in their simplicity.

However, the abandoned sanctuary from before lingered in her mind. She hadn’t had time recently to go assist the forgotten garden. Mentally noting to pass by next time she’s out on a mission, no matter how exhausted she may be.

Now, it was the training grounds where she spent most of her time, pushing herself to the limit, testing the boundaries of her new blade, and preparing for whatever battles lay ahead. The vastness of the estate no longer felt overwhelming—it felt like a challenge, a place where she could grow stronger, where she could become the skilled slayer she needed to be.

The crow, always by her side, watched over her with a sarcastic but unwavering loyalty, its sharp comments a constant companion in her solitude. “You’re getting used to this place, aren’t you?” it would caw, perched on a branch as she trained.

Y/N would merely smile, wiping the sweat from her brow. “Perhaps. It’s starting to feel… like mine.”

The crow would fluff its feathers, its tone as dry as ever. “Good. Because you’re stuck with it. Might as well make the best of it.”

And so she did. Each day brought new challenges, new demons to slay, new victories to be won. The estate, once overwhelming in its grandeur, became a part of her, a place where she could find strength and peace in equal measure.

In just a month, she had begun to truly understand what it meant to be a Hashira. It wasn’t just about the battles or the demons—it was about the responsibility, the constant vigilance, the never-ending drive to protect and serve. It was a life of solitude, but it was also one of purpose. And in the quiet moments, when she stood in the gardens or soaked in the hot springs, she found that she was not just surviving—she was thriving, embracing the life that had been laid before her.

Weeks had passed since Y/N had fully settled into her new role as a Hashira, her life marked by a steady rhythm of missions, training, and solitude. Her daily routine became almost second nature—a ritual of honing her skills, perfecting her techniques, and ensuring that she was always prepared for whatever new threat might arise.

Yet, as she sharpened her blade one quiet morning, her routine was abruptly interrupted by the sudden arrival of her messenger crow.

It swooped into the courtyard, cawing loudly as it landed on the stone ledge near her, the red bow around its neck fluttering in the breeze. “Lady Y/N, you’re summoned to the Master’s mansion. Urgently.”

She paused, her hand stilling on the blade. It was unusual to be called to the Master’s mansion so suddenly, and the crow’s tone carried an unspoken urgency. She sheathed her sword, her mind already shifting from the quiet of her estate to the unknown reason behind the summons.

“Very well,” she replied, her voice calm despite the stirring of curiosity in her chest. She wiped her hands clean and adjusted her uniform before following the crow, who led the way with a sharp caw, its wings beating steadily against the early morning air.

As they made their way through the forested path, she allowed herself a moment to take in the surroundings—the familiar trees, the scent of damp earth, and the distant sounds of life in the village below. She recalled the attendant’s words from her first day, reminding her of her responsibility to watch over these lands. The weight of that duty settled over her like a cloak, but it was one she had grown accustomed to wearing.

Before long, the Master’s mansion came into view, its presence as imposing as ever. The ancient structure stood tall and serene, a beacon of guidance and leadership for the Demon Slayer Corps. Y/N approached the entrance, where several attendants awaited her arrival, their faces a mixture of solemnity and respect.

“Lady L/N, welcome,” one of them greeted, bowing deeply. “The Master is expecting you. Please follow us.”

Without a word, the young lady nodded and followed the attendants through the winding halls of the mansion. The atmosphere inside was calm, almost ethereal, with the soft rustle of robes and the distant murmur of wind chimes filling the air. The serenity of the place was a stark contrast to the constant chaos and danger that defined her life outside these walls.

Finally, they arrived at a set of sliding doors, which one of the attendants gently pushed open. Inside, the room was bathed in soft light, the shoji screens filtering the sunlight into gentle hues of gold. The Master sat in his usual spot, his presence as calming as ever, radiating an aura of quiet authority. His attendants flanked him, their expressions unreadable but attentive.

But it wasn’t the Master who immediately caught Y/N’s attention—it was the figure seated before him, on the opposite side of the room. The same mysterious man who had not introduced himself to her all those weeks ago in the garden, his presence now as imposing as it had been then. He sat with a composed demeanor, his hands resting on his knees, his eyes fixed ahead.

As she entered, the Master’s gentle voice filled the room, drawing her attention back to him. “L/N, thank you for coming on such short notice,” he began, his tone warm and inviting. “There is someone I would like you to meet formally.”

The young slayer approached and bowed deeply, her eyes flicking momentarily to the man seated before her before returning to the Master. “Of course, Master. It is an honor to be here.”

The Master’s kind smile deepened. “This is Giyuu Tomioka, the Water Hashira. He was present during your first visit, though I’m not sure you both did had the opportunity to be introduced properly. Tomioka, this is L/N, our newly appointed Blood Hashira. I have summoned you both today because there is a matter of great importance that requires your combined strength and skills.”

Y/N’s gaze shifted to Giyuu once more, this time with a newfound respect. She had heard of the Water Hashira the past month, his reputation as a formidable and stoic warrior preceding him. The memory of their brief encounter in the garden returned to her, the way he had been so stern, so seemingly unapproachable. Now, as they stood in the same room, she realized that this mission would be her first opportunity to truly work alongside another Hashira.

Giyuu inclined his head slightly in acknowledgment, his expression as unreadable as ever. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Lady Y/N,” he said, his voice low and even, betraying none of the thoughts that might be running through his mind.

She returned the gesture, her own voice steady. “Likewise, Mr. Tomioka .”

The Master’s voice gently interrupted their exchange. “I am confident that you two will work well together,” he said, his tone imbued with the wisdom of someone who had seen many partnerships forged and tested. “The mission I’m about to assign to you is of great importance.”

The Master’s voice, gentle yet filled with the gravity of the situation, broke the silence. “There is a demon terrorizing a village far to the west,” he began, his tone steady but serious.

“This is not just any village—it is a heavily populated area, teeming with innocent lives. However, it’s also under the watchful eyes of government police who do not acknowledge the existence of the Demon Slayer Corps. Should they see you in your uniforms, it could cause significant trouble, both for you and for our mission. It would also alert the demon to your presence, giving it the opportunity to flee or prepare an ambush.”

She felt the weight of the Master’s words sink in. A mission in a populated area, under the scrutiny of the authorities, would require not just strength but careful strategy and discretion.

“The demon itself is exceptionally dangerous,” the Master continued, his expression growing darker. “It has been causing widespread destruction, reducing entire buildings to rubble with an explosive demon art. This, coupled with its relentless killing of innocent people, has spread fear throughout the region. The demon has proven elusive, using the chaos it creates to cover its tracks. Your task will be to locate and eliminate this demon without drawing attention to yourselves or the Corps. It is imperative that you succeed, as well as keep the injured and casualties as little as possible.”

As he spoke, the girl could feel the enormity of the mission pressing down on her shoulders. This was no ordinary demon, and the risks involved were far greater than any she had faced before. Yet, alongside the weight of responsibility, there was also a fierce determination growing within her—an unwavering resolve to protect those who could not protect themselves.

“We will not fail, Master,” Y/N vowed, her voice steady despite the tumult of emotions within her. “We will bring this demon to justice and ensure the safety of the city and its citizens.”

Giyuu nodded, his expression solemn but resolute. “We’ll handle it.”

The Master’s expression softened, a small smile playing on his lips. “I have no doubt that you will succeed. May you both return safely, and may your blades bring an end to the darkness that threatens our world.”

With that, the meeting was concluded, the Master’s attendants bowing as Y/N and Giyuu exited the room together. The weight of the mission hung between them, a shared responsibility that would bind them in the days to come.

As they walked through the halls of the mansion, Y/N felt the presence of Giyuu beside her, a silent but undeniable force. She had heard here and there of his strength but more so of his cold demeanor in battle, but there was more to him than the rumors suggested—an undercurrent of resolve and perhaps, a shared understanding of the burden they both carried as slayers.

When they reached the mansion’s entrance, Y/N paused, turning to Giyuu. “This is my first major mission as a Hashira,” she admitted, her voice steady but tinged with the honesty that she rarely allowed herself. “I won’t let you down.”

Giyuu regarded her for a moment, his expression inscrutable, before he nodded. “We’ll do this together,” he replied, his tone firm, if not entirely cold. “No one fights alone.”

Y/N nodded in agreement, her resolve hardening. Together, they would face whatever awaited them in the faraway village. Together, they would bring an end to the terror that had gripped it. And together, they would prove that the Hashira, despite their solitary nature, were united in their mission to protect the world from the darkness that threatened to consume it.

As they departed the Master’s mansion, Y/N couldn’t help but feel that this mission was the beginning of something—something that would test not just her strength, but her character, her resolve, and her ability to work alongside another Hashira.

~

The journey to the distant village was long, the landscape shifting from dense forests to rolling hills as they moved hurriedly through the night. Y/N beside Giyuu, the silence between them stretching on, broken only by the rustling of leaves and the distant calls of nocturnal creatures. Despite the quiet, her mind buzzed with thoughts, the weight of the mission ahead pressing on her, yet she couldn’t shake the curiosity she felt toward her companion.

The Water Hashira was an enigma—stoic, silent, and seemingly detached from everything around him. Y/N had some rumors recently about his strength but mostly on his very cold demur from other low ranking slayers, but seeing him up close only deepened the mystery. After hours of silence, she decided to break the ice, hoping to make the journey less…awkward.

“So, Mr. Tomioka,” she began, her voice light as she tried to coax him into conversation. “Have you been on many missions like this? Where we have to be extra cautious around human authorities?”

Giyuu’s gaze remained fixed ahead, his expression unchanging. “A few,” he replied curtly, offering nothing more.

The young girl stifled a sigh but kept her tone friendly. “I see. This is my first mission where we have to stay so hidden. It’s a little unnerving, knowing we have to avoid being seen just as much as we need to avoid the demon.”

“Mmm,” Giyuu responded, his tone indifferent as he maintained his pace, not bothering to add anything further.

Y/N felt a twinge of frustration at his lack of engagement, but she wasn’t ready to give up. After a moment of silence, she shot him a sidelong glance, her lips curling into a playful smile. “Mr. Tomioka You know, I’ve been thinking… Everyone else introduced themselves to me when we met, but you didn’t. It’s almost like you’re trying to be so mysterious.”

Giyuu’s brow furrowed slightly, but he didn’t look at her. “I didn’t think it was necessary,” he said, his voice still flat, though there was a hint of defensiveness.

“Oh, really?” She teased, her tone light and playful. “Well, I must say, I was a little offended. Here I was, meeting the rest of the Hashira for the first time, and one of them doesn’t even bother with introductions. I started to think you didn’t like me.”

Giyuu’s steps faltered ever so slightly, the only indication that her words had reached him. He remained silent for a moment, clearly not used to such teasing. “It wasn’t personal,” he finally muttered, his voice quiet.

Y/N chuckled softly, her smile widening at his response. “I know, I’m just teasing you Mr. Tomioka, but I suppose I can forgive you. After all, you did greatly warn me about the dangers of being out so late that one night in the forest” She continued on teasing, laughing slightly.

Giyuu didn’t respond to her jest, his expression unreadable, but the young lady noticed the slight relaxation in his posture. It wasn’t much, but it was something—a small crack in the stoic facade he wore so effortlessly.

As they continued, the night deepened, and they found a secluded spot in the forest to rest. Though they both preferred to travel under the cover of darkness, seeking out any demons along the way, they needed to conserve their energy for the battles that awaited them. The city was still far, and rushing in exhausted would do them no favors.

They set up a small camp, forgoing a fire to remain undetected. Y/N sat on a fallen log, her eyes scanning the dense trees around them. She knew demons were near—they always were in places like this—but tonight had been strangely quiet.

Suddenly, a rustling in the bushes a few feet away caught her attention. She remarked and her hand instinctively flew for the hilt of her sword, but before she could act, Giyuu was already on his feet. In one fluid motion, he dashed forward, his blade cutting through the air with precision.

The demon barely had time to emerge before Giyuu’s sword sliced through it, reducing it to a heap of ashes in mere seconds. The movement was so swift, so seamless, that Y/N found herself staring in awe. He hadn’t even used his rumored Water Breathing technique—just pure skill and raw power.

“Impressive,” The young slayer commented, her voice laced with genuine admiration as Giyuu sheathed his sword.

Giyuu glanced at her, his expression still unreadable. “There is need to draw attention with breathing techniques right now,” he said simply, noting the feat as nothing out of the ordinary.

Y/N nodded, still marveling at how effortlessly he had dispatched the demon. She had yet to use her own Blood Breathing since their journey began, relying instead on her swordsmanship and instinct. It wasn’t out of necessity, but rather a shared understanding between them that using their breathing techniques would signal their presence to any lurking demons—or worse, alert any other nearby authorities they were trying to avoid.

As the night wore on, they encountered a few more demons, each more persistent than the last. Y/N held her own, dispatching them with calculated strikes and maintaining her composure even when they attacked in pairs. Giyuu, meanwhile, remained a force to be reckoned with, his every move precise and controlled.

It wasn’t long before they continued their journey, the distant lights of the nearby villages still far ahead. The road was long and filled with dangers, but Y/N found herself growing more accustomed to the silence between them. Even without conversation, there was a mutual respect forming—an understanding that, despite their differences, they were both committed to the same cause.

~

As the first light of dawn began to crest over the horizon, both of the slayers approached the outskirts of the bustling city. The city loomed ahead, its towering gates and bustling streets framed by distant mountains. The journey had been long, and though they had faced their share of dangers along the way, they had moved with a quiet determination, always mindful of their mission. But now, as they drew closer to their destination, a new challenge presented itself.

The city was under high alert, its gates heavily guarded by stern-faced officials, their eyes sharp and vigilant. The demon's recent rampage had left the populace on edge, and the authorities were not taking any chances. With the demon's explosive attacks wreaking havoc on the city, they would be suspicious of any strangers, especially those who might appear out of place.

The young girl glanced at her companion, her thoughts swirling with the complexities of their situation. Entering the city as Demon Slayers, adorned in their uniforms, would undoubtedly draw unwanted attention. The police force, though aware of demons, did not officially acknowledge the Demon Slayer Corps, and their presence could easily complicate matters. They needed a plan—one that would allow them to blend in and avoid unnecessary scrutiny.

"We can't just walk in wearing these," Y/N murmured, gesturing to their uniforms. "It'll raise too many questions. The city's on edge, and the last thing we need is the authorities on our backs before we even reach the demon."

Tomioka nodded, his expression serious as he scanned the surrounding area. His eyes fell on a small, bustling market set up just outside the city's gates, where vendors sold everything from fresh produce to finely woven garments. The solution presented itself almost immediately. "We should buy new attire—something that will help us blend in. And a carriage, too. We’ll need a cover story."

"A carriage?" Y/N echoed, following his gaze to the market. "You're thinking we pose as traveling vendors?"

"It’s the simplest way to avoid suspicion," Tomioka replied. "With the city on high alert, it makes sense that traders would still be allowed in. If we enter as vendors, no one will think twice about our presence."

The young lady considered this for a moment, then nodded in agreement. "That could work. Let's go find what we need."

Together, they made their way to the market. The early morning sun cast a warm glow over the stalls, the air filled with the mingling scents of fresh vegetables, roasted chestnuts, and newly spun cloth. It was a far cry from the quiet forests they had traveled through, but the young lady found comfort in the lively atmosphere. It was almost easy to forget the danger that awaited them just beyond the city walls.

They approached a vendor selling traditional clothing, and Y/N began sorting through the neatly folded kimonos, looking for something simple yet practical. She chose a dark navy kimono with a subtle pattern of swirling waves, its design understated but elegant. Giyuu selected a similar garment, though his was a muted gray with a faint hint of indigo. The fabrics were light and unassuming—perfect for their needs.

As they paid for the clothes, the slayer noticed a nearby stall offering freshly baked rice cakes and steamed buns. The vendor, an elderly woman with a kind smile, waved them over. "Are you travelers, dearies? Here, take some of these for your journey. They’re fresh from the oven."

Y/N smiled warmly at the woman, accepting the wrapped food gratefully. "Thank you, ma’am. We’ll take a few for the road. We’re heading into the city to sell some goods."

The woman’s eyes twinkled with curiosity. "Vendors, are you? What goods do you sell?"

Tomioka stepped in smoothly, his voice calm and composed. "Rare herbs and medicinal supplies. We’ve traveled far to bring them here."

"Ah, I see," the woman nodded, clearly satisfied with the explanation. "The city could use more of those with all the trouble it’s been having lately. Stay safe out there, won’t you?"

Y/N nodded, giving the woman a polite bow as she took the parcels of food. "We will. Thank you again."

With their new attire and provisions in hand, they made their way to another part of the market where carriages were for sale. Among them was a modest yet sturdy carriage, the kind once used by traveling merchants in older times. It was simple, crafted from dark wood with intricate carvings along the edges, the wheels well-worn but still reliable. It looked just inconspicuous enough to avoid drawing attention.

“This one will do,” Giyuu said, inspecting the carriage. He handed over a few small bags racked with coins to the merchant, who nodded in approval before stepping aside to allow them to take it.

As they secured the carriage, Y/N felt a strange mixture of anticipation and nerves. This mission was unlike any she had faced before, requiring not just strength and skill but cunning and adaptability. She glanced at Tomioka, who was adjusting the straps on the horse’s bridle with practiced ease. His demeanor remained as cool and collected as ever, though she could sense a subtle tension in his movements.

As they climbed into the carriage, Y/N couldn’t resist another attempt at conversation, hoping to lighten the mood. “You know,” she began, her tone casual as she settled beside him, “this is the first time I’ve ever posed as a vendor. I suppose it’s just another skill I’ll have to master as a Hashira.”

Tomioka didn’t reply immediately, his eyes focused on the road ahead as he guided the horse forward. When he finally spoke, his voice was low and steady. “It’s part of the job. We adapt to the situation.”

“True enough,” the young girl agreed, though she couldn’t help but smile at his straightforwardness. “Still, I hope my sales pitch is convincing enough.”

They continued in relative silence after that, the city growing closer with every passing moment. The air became thicker with the sounds of city life—people calling out to each other, the creak of wooden wheels on cobblestone streets, and the distant clanging of metal from a blacksmith’s forge.

Y/N leaned back slightly, observing the growing activity as they neared the city gates. The massive wooden doors stood tall and imposing, flanked by stern guards in traditional uniforms. Their eyes were sharp, scanning each person and cart that passed through with meticulous attention to detail.

As they approached the entrance, Y/N’s senses heightened as she prepared for any sign of trouble. The guards glanced at their carriage, eyes lingering on the goods piled neatly in the back—bundles of herbs, sacks of rice, and crates of dried medicinal plants that Y/N had carefully arranged to complete their disguise.

The lead guard, a tall man with a weathered face, stepped forward, his gaze narrowing slightly as he addressed them. “State your business.”

Tomioka responded without missing a beat, his tone calm and even. “We’re vendors, bringing in supplies for the city. Rare herbs and medicines.”

The guard’s eyes flicked between them, taking in their attire and the carriage. After a tense moment, he nodded, seemingly satisfied. “Be quick about your business,” he said gruffly. “And don’t cause any trouble.”

“Of course,” Y/N replied politely, offering a small smile. “Thank you.”

With that, the guards stepped aside, allowing them to pass through the gates and into the heart of the city. The streets inside were narrow and bustling, filled with people hurrying about their daily lives, oblivious to the dark presence lurking in the shadows.

As they moved deeper into the city, Y/N couldn’t shake the feeling of unease that settled over her. The destruction caused by the demon was evident in the occasional collapsed building, the air still thick with the scent of smoke and dust. But beneath it all, there was a sense of determination—a resolve among the people to rebuild and carry on, despite the danger that lurked just beyond their sight.

The carriage rattled slightly as they navigated the uneven streets, Y/N’s thoughts racing as they neared their destination. The demon was out there somewhere, hidden among the throngs of people, waiting to strike again. And when it did, they would be ready.

~

As they ventured deeper into the city, the bustling streets began to shift from the vibrant morning markets to the quieter, shadowed alleys of the older districts. The difference was palpable—the energy was subdued, the people more cautious as they moved about their business. The city itself seemed to hold its breath, as if waiting for something to happen.

Tomioka guided their carriage with practiced ease, maneuvering it through the winding roads as the young girl kept a careful watch on their surroundings. They had successfully maintained their cover as traveling vendors, moving with the flow of the city without drawing undue attention. Their simple attire, combined with the unassuming nature of their carriage, allowed them to blend in seamlessly. Even the guards, alert as they were, had paid them little mind.

But beneath the surface, Y/N could feel the tension building, like the low rumble of distant thunder. The city was teetering on the edge, and she knew it wouldn’t take much to tip it over.

As they made their way through one of the older, more worn neighborhoods, she noticed a shift in the air. The buildings here were older, their wooden beams weathered and sagging slightly with age. The streets were narrower, the shadows longer, and the faces of the people they passed were lined with worry and suspicion. There was a sense of unease that clung to the area, as if something dark and sinister lurked just beneath the surface.

Y/N leaned slightly out of the carriage, scanning the surroundings. Her gaze fell on a group of men gathered near the entrance of a small, nondescript building. The structure was old, its wooden walls faded and splintered, but there was something about it that caught her attention. The men seemed tense, their conversation hushed and hurried, as if they didn’t want to be overheard.

She turned to Tomioka, lowering her voice to avoid drawing attention. “That building over there… it seems like something’s off. Those men—did you see the way they’re talking? It’s like they’re afraid of being seen.”

Tomioka glanced in the direction she indicated, his expression unreadable. “Let’s keep moving. We need more information before we act.”

The young girl nodded, understanding the caution in his words. They couldn’t afford to make a mistake, not when the stakes were so high. The demon they were hunting was cunning and dangerous, capable of wreaking havoc with its explosive blood demon art. They needed to gather as much intel as possible before making their move.

As they continued to weave through the city’s backstreets, she began to pick up on the subtle signs of the demon’s presence. There were whispers among the townsfolk, rumors of strange occurrences and unexplained disappearances. The closer they got to the heart of the old district, the more frequent these murmurs became.

It wasn’t long before they came across a small tea shop, its entrance nestled between two narrow alleys. The sign above the door was faded, the paint peeling, but the scent of freshly brewed tea wafted invitingly from within. The girl nudged Tomioka, and they pulled the carriage to a stop.

“Let’s go inside,” Y/N suggested. “We might hear something useful.”

Tomioka gave a slight nod in agreement, and they both dismounted from the carriage, securing it at the side of the street before entering the tea shop.

Inside, the atmosphere was a stark contrast to the tense streets outside. The air was warm and fragrant, filled with the comforting aroma of tea and herbs. The shop was small, with a few low tables scattered around the room, each accompanied by cushions for seating. The walls were lined with shelves, stocked with jars of loose-leaf tea and various dried flowers and spices.

The shopkeeper, an elderly man with a kindly face and a hunch to his back, greeted them with a polite bow. “Welcome, travelers. Please, make yourselves comfortable.”

Y/N and Tomioka exchanged a glance before taking a seat at one of the tables near the back of the shop. The low murmur of conversation filled the room, blending with the soft clinking of tea cups and the rustle of fabric as patrons adjusted their seats. It was the perfect setting for eavesdropping without raising suspicion.

They ordered a pot of tea, and as they waited for it to arrive, the young lady allowed her gaze to wander, taking in the details of the room. The patrons were mostly locals—men and women dressed in simple attire, their faces etched with the weariness of city life. But there was an underlying tension in the air, a quiet unease that hung over the room like a shroud.

As the shopkeeper brought their tea, Y/N overheard a conversation at a nearby table. Two men, hunched over their cups, were speaking in low, urgent tones.

“It’s been happening more and more often,” one of the men was saying, his voice barely above a whisper. “Young men, disappearing without a trace. My cousin’s son—he went out to gamble a few nights ago, and he hasn’t been seen since.”

The other man nodded grimly. “It’s that place, I tell you. The old gambling house on the edge of the district. Everyone who goes there ends up vanishing. It used to be crowded every night, but now… now people are too afraid to go.”

Y/N’s interest piqued, and she exchanged a quick glance with Tomioka. This was exactly the kind of information they had been looking for.

“Have you heard what’s been happening there?” the first man continued, his voice shaking slightly. “Some say it’s cursed. Others think it’s something worse. People are talking about… demons.”

The second man shivered. “I don’t want to believe it, but after what I’ve heard… there’s no other explanation. The place is cursed. And the authorities—they won’t do anything. They don’t want to admit there’s something they can’t control.”

Y/N’s senses sharpened. This had to be the demon’s lair—the gambling house where people were disappearing. And the fact that it was only open at night made it all the more suspicious. The demon had been preying on the city’s vulnerable, drawing in the unsuspecting with the lure of easy money and then destroying them with its explosive blood demon art.

She turned her attention back to Tomioka, her voice low and steady. “That’s our target. The gambling house. It’s only open at night, which means we’ll have to go in after dark.”

Tomioka nodded in agreement, his expression serious. “We’ll need to be careful. If the demon is as powerful as we suspect, we can’t afford to underestimate it. And we’ll have to avoid drawing the attention of the authorities—they’ll only complicate matters.”

The sun had dipped low in the sky by the time they exited the tea shop, the streets bathed in the golden light of early evening. The city was beginning to wind down, the hustle and bustle of the day giving way to the quiet stillness of the night. But Y/N knew that in the shadows, the real danger was just beginning.

“We should head back to the carriage,” Tomioka said, his voice breaking through her thoughts. “We’ll need to prepare for tonight.

Y/N nodded, falling into step beside him as they made their way back through the winding streets. The anticipation of the coming battle thrummed through her veins, sharpening her senses and heightening her awareness. She was ready—ready to face whatever lay ahead, ready to prove herself as a Hashira.

As Y/N and Tomioka navigated the increasingly darkened streets, the shadows seemed to deepen around them. The city’s earlier vibrancy had been replaced by an unsettling stillness, save for the distant echo of closing shutters and the occasional murmur of worried voices. The air was thick with tension, and even the usual evening chatter had fallen silent.

They were nearing the heart of the older district when they encountered an elderly man outside a small, dimly lit restaurant. The man was struggling with the heavy wooden gates, his hands moving with the practiced ease of someone who had done this task countless times before. He looked up as they approached, his expression one of mild surprise.

“What are you two doing out at this hour?” the old man called out, his voice raspy but tinged with genuine concern. “It’s dangerous to be traveling so late.”

Before the girl and her companion could respond, a loud, echoing clang reverberated through the city—the unmistakable sound of the city’s bells, their tolling signaling the start of a mandatory curfew. The old man frowned deeply, his gaze shifting to the distant sound.

“That’ll be the curfew,” he muttered, more to himself than to them. “They’ve been ringing those bells every night for the past week. Can’t say I blame them, not with those bombings happening.”

Y/N exchanged a quick glance with her companion, her brow furrowing slightly. The bombings, as the man called them, were undoubtedly the work of the demon they were hunting. But they couldn’t let on that they knew more than they should.

The old man turned back to them, his gaze shrewd. “What are you two doing out past curfew, anyway? It’s not safe to be wandering around. You’d better stay with us for the night. My wife will be happy to have some company.”

Y/N quickly shook her head, smiling politely. “Thank you for the offer, but we couldn’t impose. We’ll be fine.”

The old man raised an eyebrow, his expression skeptical. “Oh? And why is it so important that you’re out and about so late? You wouldn’t be one of those bombers, now would you?” He chuckled, clearly intending the question as a joke, but there was an undercurrent of seriousness in his tone.

Y/N and Giyuu both stiffened, though they tried to keep their reactions subtle. The last thing they needed was to raise suspicion in a city already on edge. Y/N quickly forced a light laugh, though it sounded a bit strained even to her own ears.

“Of course not!” she replied, her tone lighthearted. “We’re just travelers, but we’ve clearly underestimated the curfew situation here.”

The old man squinted at them, then sighed, seemingly satisfied with her answer. “Well, curfew’s curfew. No use risking it. You’ll stay with us tonight. We’ve got a little guest room that’ll do just fine.”

Before either Y/N or Giyuu could protest further, the old man gestured for them to follow him. Realizing it would be more suspicious to refuse, they reluctantly agreed, following him through the narrow alleyway that led to a small, modest home tucked away behind the restaurant.

As they stepped inside, they were greeted by the warm, comforting smell of a home-cooked meal, the soft light from a single lantern casting a gentle glow over the room. The old man’s wife, a kind-looking woman with graying hair and a welcoming smile, looked up from the table where she was setting down bowls of steaming food.

“Who do we have here, dear?” she asked, wiping her hands on her apron.

“Just a couple of travelers caught out after curfew,” the old man explained. “I told them they could stay the night.”

The woman’s eyes sparkled with warmth as she approached Y/N and Giyuu. “Welcome, welcome! It’s not often we get guests around here these days. You’re welcome to make yourselves at home.”

Y/N bowed her head in gratitude. “Thank you so much. We really appreciate your hospitality.”

As the old woman ushered them to sit at the table, the old man glanced between Y/N and Giyuu, his eyes twinkling mischievously. “A young couple traveling together, hmm? How romantic!”

Y/N felt herself get flustered at the implication, her eyes darting to Giyuu, who remained impassive, his expression unreadable. But she couldn’t help but notice the slight tensing of his jaw.

“We’re not—” The young girl began to protest, but the old man cut her off with a hearty laugh.

“Ah, no need to be shy!” he teased. “It’s good to see young love, even in times like these.”

Y/N felt her embarrassment deepen, but she forced a smile, trying to play along. “It’s nothing like that.”

Giyuu, for his part, simply nodded politely, clearly not interested in correcting the old man’s assumption. Y/N couldn’t tell if he was annoyed or simply indifferent, but she decided not to push it. There were more important things to focus on.

The old couple continued to chat with them as they ate, their conversation light and filled with stories of the city’s past. Y/N found herself relaxing slightly in their presence, though she never let her guard down completely. The night was still young, and the mission ahead was fraught with danger.

As the meal drew to a close, the old woman showed them to the small guest room at the back of the house. It was modest, with just a single futon and a small window that looked out onto the quiet street. Y/N thanked her again before the couple left them alone.

As soon as the door closed, Y/N let out a soft sigh, finally allowing herself to relax for a moment. She glanced over at Giyuu, who was already checking the room, his movements precise and efficient.

The young slayer let out a soft sigh, settling onto the futon. “Looks like we’re stuck here until morning,” she murmured, trying to mask her frustration.

But her partner shook his head, his gaze sharp. “We’re not waiting until morning. We’ll sneak out and head to the gambling house.”

Y/N blinked. “Won’t that make it more suspicious to the elder couple? If they find out we’re gone…”

“They won’t,” Giyuu interrupted, his voice calm and steady. “We’ll be back before dawn. We just have to be fast and kill the demon before then.”

The young lady hesitated for only a moment before nodding. There was no time to waste. Silently, they both rose, moving with the practiced ease of seasoned warriors. Their Hashira training made slipping out of the house without a sound effortless. In moments, they were outside, the cool night air brushing against their skin as they retrieved their swords, leaving their uniforms behind to maintain their cover.

They moved quickly, their feet barely touching the ground as they sped across the rooftops, silent as shadows. The city below was eerily quiet, the curfew keeping the streets deserted. But the stillness only heightened their senses, every noise and movement scrutinized as they made their way toward the gambling house.

The building came into view, its dimly lit entrance and faded signage a stark contrast to the bustling nightlife it once hosted. Y/N and Tomioka paused on the roof opposite, taking a moment to observe. The house was old, its wooden structure creaking in the night, but there was a faint, almost imperceptible hum of activity inside. This was their target’s lair.

With a silent nod to each other, they descended, landing lightly at the entrance. They adjusted their disguises, ensuring they looked the part of weary travelers seeking some entertainment before stepping inside.

Both of the slayers stepped through the weathered doors of the gambling house, and immediately, the atmosphere shifted. Despite the eerie quiet that had fallen over the city outside, the interior was alive with activity. The room was spacious, adorned with the warm glow of red lanterns that cast an almost dreamlike hue over the polished wooden floors and tatami mats. The scent of incense mingled with the sharp odor of alcohol, creating a heady mixture that clung to the air.

The gambling house was a stark contrast to the desolate streets outside, bustling with energy and life. Men, mostly young and brash, crowded around low tables where dice were cast, and cards were shuffled with quick, practiced hands. Their laughter and voices mingled into a loud, chaotic symphony that filled the room. It was clear that these were the city’s youth, wasting their nights and money in a desperate bid to stave off the darkness outside.

Scattered among them were a few women, their vibrant kimonos and painted faces a sharp contrast to the men’s worn attire. But it was the men who dominated the space, their flushed faces and drunken grins evidence of too much sake and too little sense.

As they both entered, their presence immediately drew attention. Y/N felt eyes on her, a few of the young men leering openly as she passed. The attention made her uncomfortable, the leers and whispered comments causing her to stiffen. A group of particularly bold men, their breath heavy with alcohol, stumbled forward, one of them reaching out as if to touch her.

“Oi, pretty lady! Why don’t you join us?” one of them slurred, his words barely coherent.

The girl’s discomfort was quickly replaced by a flash of irritation, but before she could respond, Giyuu stepped forward. His presence, usually so quiet and unobtrusive, suddenly became imposing. The cold, sharp look in his eyes was enough to send a chill down the spine of the drunken men.

“Back off,” Giyuu said, his voice low and deadly serious.

The men hesitated, the alcohol clouding their judgment for only a moment longer before they seemed to recognize the threat standing before them. They quickly backed away, muttering apologies as they slunk back to their games, their bravado fading under Tomioka’s sharp gaze.

Y/N shot Tomioka a grateful glance, though he only nodded slightly in acknowledgment before they continued deeper into the gambling house. They both knew better than to let their guard down; the demon was somewhere in this lively, chaotic mess.

They moved through the crowd, carefully scanning the faces of the gamblers and patrons, searching for any sign of the demon’s presence. The noise of the room seemed to pulse around them, but both Y/N and her companion on this mission remained focused, every sense alert.

As they navigated the maze of tables and bustling bodies, they began to subtly separate, each taking a different path through the room. Y/N’s eyes darted from face to face, noting the shadows and angles, the way the red lanterns flickered and played tricks with the light. She knew the demon could be anyone here—hiding in plain sight, blending into the chaos.

Tomioka, on the other side of the room, was just as vigilant, his movements precise and controlled as he examined the scene. They moved like two predators in the night, their senses tuned to the slightest anomaly, the smallest hint that their prey was near.

The girl moved quietly through the winding hallways of the gambling house, her senses alert despite the lively atmosphere just beyond the walls. The further they ventured, the dimmer the lights became, the noise of the main room fading into a distant hum. Eventually, she reached a door slightly ajar, revealing what appeared to be an office space. Papers were strewn across a low desk, and the room smelled faintly of ink and tobacco. This must be where the business side of the gambling house was managed.

Curiosity piqued, Y/N stepped inside, her eyes scanning the room for anything out of the ordinary. But before she could investigate further, the hair on the back of her neck prickled—an instinctual warning honed by years of fighting demons. They turned just in time to see a man step into the doorway, his presence eerily quiet, almost unnatural in its suddenness.

The slayer’s suspicion flared, but she forced herself to stay calm, masking her unease with a friendly demeanor. “Oh, excuse me,” she said, her tone light, as if she hadn’t just been caught snooping around. “I was looking for the owner of this lively place. I’m hoping to discuss some business opportunities.”

The man, who was tall and thin with an unnervingly placid expression, watched her for a moment too long before finally speaking. “The owner? That would be me,” he said, his voice smooth but carrying an undercurrent of something darker. “I’m the one in charge of this establishment.”

“Ah, perfect timing then. I was hoping to discuss a partnership, perhaps an investment opportunity.”

The man’s eyes narrowed slightly, his expression still unreadable. “Why don’t we discuss this somewhere more private?” He gestured for her to follow, leading her deeper into the building.

The corridor they entered was poorly lit, the shadows thickening as they walked further from the main hall.

Y/N kept her pace measured, though every step heightened her wariness.

Finally, they reached a small room at the end of the corridor. The man held the door open for her, his smile never reaching his eyes. “After you,” he said, his voice dripping with false politeness.

Y/N entered the room, taking in the sparse furnishings and the flickering candle that offered the only light. She turned to face the man, her muscles tensing as he stepped inside, closing the door behind him.

Before she could react, the man’s demeanor shifted, his hand reaching out to touch her arm. “You know,” he murmured, his voice low and oily, “I think we could work something out… something a bit more intimate.”

Y/N’s eyes darkened with anger. In one swift movement, she gripped his hand and twisted, throwing him across the room with a force that belied her slender frame. The man hit the wall with a dull thud, his body crumpling to the floor. But before she could make another move, she felt a presence behind her—silent, predatory.

A cold hand clamped around her wrist, pulling her back with unnatural strength. Y/N spun, coming face to face with the demon. Its eyes gleamed in the dim light, a twisted smile spreading across its face as it realized she had caught on to its identity.

“So, you’ve figured it out,” the demon hissed, its voice now a low, mocking growl.

The girl didn’t waste a second. She wrenched her wrist free, the demon’s grip surprisingly strong, and dashed toward the door. The demon snarled, lashing out with a speed that barely gave her time to dodge. Its attack missed her by inches, smashing into the wall and sending splinters of wood flying through the air. The sheer force of the strike confirmed what Y/N had suspected—this demon possessed a devastating explosive power that had likely caused the destruction in the city.

Y/N’s heart raced as she bolted from the room, her one goal to retrieve her sword, which she had left outside to avoid raising suspicion. Without it, she couldn’t decapitate the demon, and any fight would be futile.

Behind her, the demon’s footsteps echoed through the corridor, its fury palpable as it gave chase. Y/N darted through the hallways, her mind racing as she tried to recall the path back to the exit. The demon was close behind, its anger manifesting in bursts of raw, destructive energy that splintered the walls around her.

Finally, she spotted the exit, the faint light of the street just beyond the door. She burst through it, her lungs burning as she sprinted toward where she had stashed her sword. The demon’s rage was palpable, and she could hear it tearing through the building, its frustration growing as she evaded its grasp.

Y/N reached the spot where her sword lay hidden, her fingers closing around the familiar hilt. She spun around, her eyes locking onto the demon as it burst from the doorway, its form twisted with fury.

Y/N's grip tightened on her sword as she faced the demon, its eyes burning with fury as it charged at her with reckless abandon. She could feel the weight of the city behind her, the lives of countless innocents depending on her and Giyuu to stop this creature before it unleashed more destruction.

The demon's claws slashed through the air, but Y/ N was faster. She sidestepped, her movements precise and fluid, and retaliated with a quick slash aimed at the demon's torso. The demon twisted to avoid the strike, but not fast enough—her blade grazed its side, drawing black blood.

Just as the demon snarled in pain, Giyuu appeared from the shadows, his movements as smooth as water. He caught YIN's eye, and in that brief exchange, they communicated wordlessly, forming a plan. They had to corner the demon, keep it from using its explosive power to destroy the city or harm any of the civilians nearby.

Giyuu moved first, his sword flowing with the grace of a river as he executed Water Breathing: Seventh Form - Drop Ripple Thrust, Curve. His attack was perfectly timed, aimed to force the demon back toward Y/N. The demon recoiled from the strike, barely managing to avoid the sharp edge of Giyuu's blade, only to find itself trapped between the two Hashira.

With the demon momentarily disoriented, Y/N unleashed her own technique, her blade glowing with a deep crimson hue. "Blood Breathing: Second Form - Scarlet Mirage!" she called out, her sword slicing through the air.

The technique created a series of rapid, blood-red slashes that blurred before the demon's eyes, disorienting it further as it tried to keep track of her movements.

The demon snarled in frustration, its claws digging into the ground as it prepared to unleash another powerful attack.

But Tomioka was ready, his stance calm and unyielding as he drew on his own strength. With a swift motion, he performed Water Breathing: Fourth Form - Striking Tide, a series of flowing, consecutive strikes that aimed to contain the demon, minimizing its ability to unleash any explosive damage.

Y/N followed up immediately, her movements a dance of deadly precision. She darted in, her sword glinting in the dim light as she executed her next move. "Blood Breathing: Fifth Form - Crimson Bloom!" Her blade moved in a spiraling motion, leaving a trail of blood-red energy in its wake as it closed in on the demon's vulnerable neck.

The demon, now fully cornered, lashed out in desperation, but Tomioka and his companion moved in perfect synchrony.

Giyuu deflected the demon's claws with a final Water Breathing: Second Form - Water Wheel, while the girl closed in for the kill. In one swift motion, she brought her sword down, her blade severing the demon's head cleanly from its body.

For a moment, the world seemed to pause.

The demon's body crumpled to the ground, its head rolling away before disintegrating into ash. The city around them was eerily quiet, the only sound the distant echoes of the citizens who had no idea how close they had come to disaster.

The young girl stood still, her breath steady as she sheathed her sword, not a scratch on her. Glyuu did the same, his eyes meeting hers in a silent acknowledgment of their success. Despite their different styles, their teamwork had been flawless.

As the demon's ashes scattered into the night, they both knew that the city was safe-for now.

The mission was complete.

As the last echoes of the battle faded, the quiet night of the city was abruptly broken. Doors creaked open, and footsteps shuffled out onto the streets. Citizens, startled and bewildered, emerged from their homes and gambling dens, shaking off the stupor of drink and confusion.

Their eyes widened as they took in the scene—the lingering traces of demon blood on the streets, the slight tremor of destroyed wood and stone where the demon had unleashed its explosive demon art, though thankfully contained by Giyuu's swift intervention.

The once-rowdy gambling den had gone silent, save for the murmurs of the shaken gamblers. The few sober enough to comprehend the chaos looked around in bewilderment, while the drunk ones tried to piece together the fragments of their shattered night.

Faces, once flushed with the thrill of betting, now turned pale as the reality of what had transpired dawned upon them.

The city bells rang out, louder and more frantic than before, signaling a call to arms. The authorities, alerted by the noise and the tremors, were swiftly mobilizing.

The distant clatter of armor and the shouts of orders echoed through the streets as the police prepared to investigate the disturbance.

Sensing the urgency of the situation, Y/N and Giyuu exchanged a brief glance. There was no time to waste. They moved in unison, slipping away from the scene with the fluidity and speed that only Hashira possessed.

In a matter of moments, they were mere shadows in the night, their presence erased from the minds of those who had witnessed the chaos.

With practiced ease, they navigated the rooftops and narrow alleys, making their way back to the old man's house. Their movements were silent, a stark contrast to the earlier commotion. As they approached the house, they ensured that not a single sound betrayed their arrival. The night, once again, fell into an eerie stillness.

Inside the old man's house, the warmth and coziness of the modest home provided a stark contrast to the cold, tension-filled night outside. Y/N and Giyuu settled into the small room they had been given, the weight of their recent mission still lingering in the air. Though they were far from physically exhausted, the social toll of the evening was evident. Their energy was spent, not from battle, but from the constant vigilance and unspoken understanding that had passed between them during the fight.

As the night deepened and the quiet of the house settled in, the realization dawned on both Y/N and Giyuu that there was only one bed available for them to rest in.

Giyuu, ever vigilant, immediately offered to stay on guard for the night, insisting that he wasn't tired. Y/N, equally drained but not in the physical sense, suggested they could take turns or, better yet, she could keep watch.

"You should rest," she urged softly, noting the slight tension in Tomioka’s posture. "I’m not tired either, and I can manage a few hours on watch."

“…I’m fine," he finally responded, his voice even but firm.

The young girl sensing his resolve, didn't press further but instead moved closer to the small light that flickered in the room, trying to dispel the lingering tension. She didn't want to force him, yet she knew he needed rest, even if he wouldn’t admit it.

As she considered what to do next, her eyes caught a glimpse of something unusual—a small, charred spot on the sleeve of Giyuu’s haori, where the fabric had been slightly burnt away.

"You're hurt," Y/N said, her voice soft but insistent as she reached out to touch his arm gently.

Giyuu looked down, as if only just realizing the injury. "It's nothing," he murmured, brushing it off as unimportant.

Y/N, however, was not so easily swayed. "Let me help." Her tone left no room for argument as she moved closer, her fingers gently tracing the burnt edges of the fabric. She had noticed the burn earlier, but now that they were in a moment of quiet, she couldn’t let it go untreated.

Before Giyuu could protest, Y/N summoned her blood breathing, her hand glowing with a soft crimson light as she focused her energy on healing the burn. The blood cells within the wound responded to her control, rapidly mending the damaged tissue.

As the burn slowly faded, Y/N couldn’t help but feel the closeness between them—his steady breathing, the warmth of his skin under her touch, the way the dim light seemed to soften his usually stoic expression.

Giyuu’s eyes flickered with something unreadable as he watched her work, the tension between them palpable in the quiet room. Y/N felt it too, a strange mix of emotions that she couldn’t quite name. The silence stretched out, filled only with the soft sound of her breathing and the gentle hum of her technique.

Finally, the wound was healed, and Y/N withdrew her hand, the glow fading from her fingers. "There," she said quietly, her voice barely more than a whisper. "That should do it."

Giyuu's gaze lingered on Y/N for a moment longer before he spoke, his voice low and curious. "How can you do that?"

Y/N looked at him, her expression softening as she considered how to explain it. "It’s a bit complicated," she admitted, sitting down beside him. "My blood breathing… it actually stems from water breathing."

Tomioka’s eyebrows raised slightly. "Water breathing?" he echoed, the connection between their techniques piquing his interest.

She nodded, a faint smile playing on her lips. "I never mastered water breathing the way you have," she said, her tone warm with genuine admiration. "You’re incredible with it, Mr. Tomioka. Your technique is flawless, so fluid and powerful. I always aspired to reach that level, but I could never quite get there."

Giyuu remained silent, listening intently as she continued.

"One day, during a battle," she continued, her voice growing quieter as she recalled the memory, "I was losing… badly. I was injured, bleeding more than I could handle. I thought it was the end, but then… something changed. I felt this surge of power, of control, and in a desperate moment, I used my blood to attack. It was like water—fluid, adaptable—but it was mine, born from my own desperation and will to survive. That's how I created blood breathing."

She paused, her fingers absentmindedly tracing the outline of the healed wound on his arm.

"It wasn’t easy, though. Manipulating my blood, and sometimes even others' blood, takes a toll. It drains a lot of my energy, and it has some pretty nasty aftereffects. But… it can be useful, like for healing minor injuries."

“it’s impressive," he finally said, his voice carrying a hint of something deeper, perhaps respect or understanding. "You found a way to survive, and you turned it into something powerful."

Y/N’s smile widened, a touch of gratitude in her eyes. "Thank you," she replied softly. "But it comes with a price. After using it, I need time to recover. That’s why I try not to rely on it too much, unless I really have to."

Giyuu nodded, his gaze shifting to the quiet night outside. "Still, it’s a gift," he said, almost as if to himself. "And you’re using it to protect others. That’s what matters."

Y/N felt a warmth spread through her at his words, however she couldn’t help noticing the spark or sadness reflected on Tomioka’s eyes as he said those words to her. There was something about the way he spoke—quiet, measured, but with a hint of there being more to him—that resonated with her. For a moment, the weight of the world outside their small room seemed to lift, leaving only the two of them in the peaceful silence.

"Maybe," Y/N mused, "that’s why we’re here together. Water and blood, they’re not so different, are they?"

As Y/N had finished healing the burn on Giyuu's arm, she found herself tracing the lines of his hand absentmindedly. Her fingers lingered on his skin, even though the wound had already closed, the flesh now smooth and unmarked. It was a simple, thoughtless action—a way to ensure her work was complete, but one that neither of them expected.

Tomioka had yet to notice it at first. But when he felt her fingers softly brushing against his hand once again, he snapped back to reality. His gaze shifted to their hands, the unexpected touch jarring him from his thoughts.

Without hesitation, he pulled his hand back sharply, the motion sudden and definitive. The connection between them—whatever it was—was severed as quickly as it had formed.

“Thank you,” he said, his tone neutral and controlled. “You should rest now. I’ll stay on guard.”

Y/N blinked, taken aback by his abruptness. The shift in his demeanor was like a bucket of cold water, and she quickly withdrew her own hand. She nodded, trying to suppress the slight embarrassment creeping in. “I…Alright.”

His words were final, leaving no room for further discussion. Therefore, Y/N swallowed and simply went along, feeling a mix of frustration and resignation. She had crossed a line, let herself relax too much around someone she barely knew.

She turned away from him, lying down on the bed with her back facing him. The room fell into a heavy silence, the air thick with the unspoken awkwardness of their interaction.

As Y/N lay there, she tried to push away the discomfort gnawing at her. The presence of Tomioka behind her, though calm and collected, felt distant—an unfamiliar presence that only added to the tension. It was clear they were both here for the mission, nothing more, and she had to remind herself of that. There was no need for unnecessary familiarity.

Focusing on her breathing, she tried to will herself to sleep, forcing her mind to quiet down. There was no point in dwelling on what had happened. They were both professionals, after all, and this was just another step in their shared duty.

To be continued….

a/n: hope y’all enjoy!!!!! take care of yourselves <3