#first time writing for demon slayer

[unpopularwriter25]

Clash of Hearts

Summary: Y/N is tired of Sanemi being mean to everyone. One night in his room leads to bickering and something more.

Warnings: 18+!! Minors go away...I guess smutt? Not hard terms though.

Note: I TOLD MYSELF I WASN'T GOING TO WRITE THIS SHIT. SON OF BITCH. AGH. This might be shit but I hope you Sanemi simps enjoy. (Let me know if this is something I should try again. I was so hesitant about posting it.)

Sanemi and Y/N had always been like oil and water, their personalities clashing at every turn. Her sweet nature and his aggressive demeanor seemed like they could never find common ground. She couldn’t understand how someone could be so mean, especially to someone as kind as Tanjiro.

One evening, their latest argument found them in the confines of Sanemi’s room. Y/N had taken issue with the way Sanemi was talking to Tanjiro, his harsh words and sharp tone grating on her nerves. Sanemi’s irritation was palpable, his brow furrowed and jaw set. Y/N huffed in frustration.

“Fine, whatever,” she snapped. “Just stop being mean to everyone.”

She turned to leave, but before she could take a step, Sanemi’s arm shot out, blocking her path. “We’re not done here,” he growled.

Y/N spun back to face him, eyes blazing. “What are you talking abou—”

Before she could finish her sentence, his lips crashed into hers with a force that stole her breath away. She let out a soft gasp, her hands flying to his chest in surprise. Their tongues intertwined in a fierce dance, each kiss more desperate than the last. His hands roamed her body, slipping under her uniform with a sense of urgency, groping and squeezing as if he couldn’t get enough.

They undressed each other in a frenzy, clothes discarded carelessly onto the floor. Sanemi lifted her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around his waist as he backed her into the wall. Her fingers tangled in his hair, tugging and pulling, urging him on. He was rough, each movement driven by a pent-up aggression that he had kept bottled up for too long.

“You’re driving me crazy,” he murmured into her ear, his voice a low, husky growl. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?”

Y/N’s eyes rolled back at his words, a whimper escaping her lips. The sounds she was making were driving him wild, each gasp and moan pushing him closer to the edge. He gripped her tighter, his fingers digging into her skin, surely leaving bruises in their wake. She buried her face in his neck, trying to muffle her cries, her nails clawing at his back as he picked up the pace.

“Sanemi,” she gasped, her voice barely a whisper. “Please…”

With a final, forceful thrust, they both reached their peak, their bodies trembling with the intensity of their release. Sanemi held her close, his forehead resting against hers as they both tried to catch their breath. Her legs still wrapped around him, she clung to him, her body spent but her mind reeling.

As they stood there, still pressed against the wall, Y/N buried her face in the crook of his neck, her breath hot against his skin. “Sanemi,” she murmured, her voice so soft it was almost inaudible. “I hate how much I need you.”

He tightened his grip on her, his heart pounding in his chest. “I know,” he whispered back, his voice rough with emotion. “I know.”

For a moment, the world outside ceased to exist, and all that mattered was the connection they had found in each other’s arms. Despite their differences, in that moment, they were perfect for each other.

[ms0milk]

by any other name

sanemi x reincarnated!oc

Sanemi doesn't have the strength to lock himself away from this new Flower Hashira and even finds himself fighting to stay near her. Will he be strong enough to stay so close when her secret is revealed? cw heavily suggestive MDNI, marking, humping, grinding, breast-play, mentions of bodily fluids, ever so slightly submissive nems, 3.5k

thank you for your patience @sanemisbitch you were such a trooper waiting for this @ficsforgaza piece to be published and I'm so grateful! thank you for this request and thank you too for trusting me with your lovely oc Leo. What a total joy to work with :) you have her character so well flushed out, i do hope you enjoy.

Sanemi paces patina into the hardwood floors of the butterfly mansion. It was a mission gone wrong– gone exactly how they always go. Friends cut down, in the hospital, buried shallow somewhere. Even in her own house, Kocho doesn’t bother visiting the sickbay when the Flower Hashira’s under care. She never got over the promotion. When the girl's sunflax hair shone beside Ubuyashiki, when flower floated off his tongue, Kocho, Shinobu, tore up grass in her prostration.

Sanemi’s holdups aren’t so sensitive. When Aoi pops her choppy bangs out of the room he kicks the door in on her.

“Hey!” She bites and swings it shut again. Aoi’s not sensitive either. She might fight a war for Leo. She might fight the Hashira that dares to disturb her friend, but in the bed at the corner of the room, Leo swells at the sight of Sanemi. Her left arm is bandaged and three stitches march in a row out of her hairline, and other than a few punctures nothing remains of the bloody mask she wore when kakushi carried her here.

She smiles big, “Baum,” and reaches out both hands to hold him.

“Baum my ass!” Sanemi swats her fingers down like a naughty child and reels back up again for a good lecture. She thought she’d found it. An in to Muzan’s life, one of the houses he uses for cover, maybe the one with his laboratory– and whether or not she was right stopped being important the second the quiet farmhouse exploded in clouds and gas and needles of poison. Some kind of pined-demon, horrible like a hedgehog, took out most of her team in the dark. Seven crows were sent for reinforcements and five were found dead on the trail after Sanemi was dispatched to cover a kakushi retreat. She’d been carried past him limp and bloody on the back of a soldier. “What were you thinking!”

“thinking that I’m happy to see you.”

“Bullshit,” Sanemi hisses. He raises his finger, “You were selfish.”

“Not true.”

“You were–”

“Baum,” Leo tilts her spot-bandaged head. Her round cheeks catch sunlight like apples. “I was just Hashira. I think like Hashira, you would have done the same and now I get to see you and tell you all about it.”

“It was dusk.”

“It was a Hinoe raid. It’s the best the corps had and before I mourn them I’d like to hold my friend.”

She is so much like her. So much it’s terrifying and suddenly Sanemi wishes he were in Shinobu’s office warming a dish of sake and ignoring bloody flowers.

“Watch your mouth Shinazugawa.”

“Aoi, can I speak to the grump alone please?” Sanemi continues to ignore Aoi’s hatred but he notes when the door clicks closed behind her so he can flop down in a chair. “Baumkuchen,” Leo coos again, “are you okay?”

“Fucking furious.”

She sinks slightly into the pillow propping her up and shifts her carefree smile into something slightly sterner. “I’m sorry,” comes out clearly, “did you have friends in the Hinoe team? I lead them to their death.” Her gentle fingers pinch each other where she tucks them in her lap. The threads of her blanket pucker.

What’s he gonna do with her? How could a general apologize for her soldiers before apologizing for herself? “Not the problem,” he says. The corps dies, that’s what it’s for. Hashira die, that’s the job description, that’s his destiny, it’s your future, that’s the problem.

“Doesn’t help, I’m sure.”

“Nothing helps,” he sighs.

“I’m glad it was you.” Sanemi turns his head towards her and the window that frames her bed like a wince. “I’m happy you’re here, I’m glad the crow found you.”

“I was nearby,” his heart aches, “you got lucky.”

In the interim still Leo slips her hand into his and he doesn’t, he never, pulls away. She calls him Baum again, Baumkuchen, her favorite dessert and asks him about his injuries which were mostly self-inflicted. Asks after his crow, damage to his sword, if he’s eaten. She smiles the same, she pouts the same, she smells the same– lilies of the valley– why does he torture himself like this? Why hasn’t he locked himself away from her?

Leo tucks a sheaf of blonde behind her ear while clucking about whatever kindnesses the butterfly staff have shown her this morning. He shouldn’t even be here, he doesn’t need to be. She reaches forward with her soft pink hand and he flinches, “Baum?” but he’s been staring too long to pretend not to care. “Can you,” she falters at his surprise and points to the table between them, just out of her bandaged reach, “my hairclip?”

That rotten thing. Sanemi kicks himself. The pink paper butterfly she showed up with after final selection two years ago. Good luck charm. She couldn’t have known what it meant or who she was trying to replace. “We match!” she’d exclaimed, more at Shinobu than in conversation with her after that first Hashira meeting. But the insect pillar’s mean-nothing smile had curdled just slightly and Leo withered. Everyone did, even Tengen slipped quietly from the manor.

Sanemi presses the delicate wings into Leo’s hand and watches the eerie movements of a ghost as she perches the insect between her lips. Four fingers drawing the wisps away from her face and everything– every breath, every movement just like– “Sanemi.” She must be finished. He lifts his head and considers simply leaving the room when he realizes how she is watching. Leo and her horrible clip paint a pretty silhouette in sunlight. She nestles her hands in the place her blanket dips between her thighs and always she has that miserable, wonderful smile holding up the corners of her lips.

So many times, so many conversations and missions, all lined with her silent pleading. She is always on the precipice of saying something, and that is uniquely her own.

“Why do you always look away?” She concedes– obviously not what she wanted to ask– before he realizes he’s not only staring but also leaning ever so slightly closer to her sick bed. Sanemi stands up to leave.

“Baum.”

“Rest up, pincushion.”

“Sanemi.”

He waves her words away without turning from the door like trying to clear a horrible smell.

“The Hinoe, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t care,” he tries to yawn or embody any iteration of unbother and pulls the door open to free himself. Maybe Aoi will be waiting outside, maybe his crow has come to announce another mission. Kanroji is certainly already on the road here to preen over her friend and if he leaves now he could easily avoid her, but Leo’s sickbed betrays her movement behind him and before he can turn to scold her for rising, she’s already started to speak.

“Hirotaka,” she grunts with the exertion of swinging her legs over the lip of the mattress, “Yorochi.”

The recital was startling enough for Sanemi without her hauling out of bed and breaking her neck. Tens, hundreds of tiny pinprick scabs freckle the clear milk of her skin as she faces him down with all the gentle strength of the woman who came before her. “Alright,” he submits, turning back to face her, to shoo her down.

“Fusaharu,” she continues with her blanket pulled aside. There were only three Hinoe swordsmen on the mission but names continue to pour off Leo’s tongue, “Naohiro, Iori, Hikoto.” All her sweet demeanor hardens. There was once a Hashira who remembered every name of every soldier that ever fell. “Yoshishige.” As Leo continues, the blood falls from Sanemi’s face. Something stirs. His eyes go wide. “Kumeno.”

The doorknob snaps off in his hand and the pillar is suddenly across the room, against her, up in the face of the person pretending to be her. “How do you know that name?” He demands. He bunches the front of Leo’s robes in a fist and she is serene. It’s the first name of the friend who died instead of him four years ago against that Lower-Rank One. “You can’t know that name,” he growls. He clenches his fist tighter at her chest.

“I know them all,” she murmurs. She is close enough to smell and it comes back to him in waves. Plum, Peony, Hanaguromo, the forms of her Flower Breath overwhelm him when she speaks so close, pulled so close by him. Leo cups his fist with her two hands, “How could you say you don’t care?”

He’s not truly listening because something has finally started to churn behind his eyes like the sea, something his mother used to say. Good boys leave with the Buddha. Good boys are reborn as princes and kings, so work hard in this life. Sanemi shakes his arm and her with it but he is alight with something other than anger and shudders more than he means to.

Leo pauses, sweetness returning, “Bau–?”

“Kanae?” His voice cracks.

It’s impossible. He knows it’s not real and that he’s just set his reputation of sanity up in flames but all the gods on their thrones can’t be allowed to torture him with impunity. He’ll question them, he’ll pull them off their lotuses. Immediately, Leo’s eyes shine with tears.

He shakes his head, she cups it. He should be angry for this dirty trick and he should throw a punch. His fingers tremble where they land on her round cheeks. “Kanae?” He tries again even weaker this time. Leo nods wildly and the tears are racing off of her lashes and over his thumbs. “It’s not funny,” he barely manages. There is a lump and he can’t keep it from fighting its way up his throat.

“I wouldn’t,” she breathes before he loses all control of himself and leans down to kiss her.

He thought this might be what heaven looked like on the day he finally lost a fight. He imagined his siblings gathered under a tree as he crept up behind them on some obnoxiously nice summer’s day. He always imagined Kanae with them. She would be reading in a pretty purple yukata like Aoi had always described and she’d see him before any of his family did. He’d cry, she’d smile, his brother would notice the lull in her reading and turn around to ruin the surprise. Paradise was big enough. His friends, his family, the love of his life, he’d never have to raise a sword again.

Leo’s lips against his, he’s always imagined this. The florals of Kanae’s hair, he’s kept the taste of it safe for long in his memory he worried it might slip out and so he pulls away. When Sanemi takes a step back he falls to the floor. “Nem!” Leo winces and follows him right down. She tucks off of her bed and slumps on the ground in front of where he landed with his hands splay bracing behind him.

“Why– didn’t you say anything?”

“I couldn’t,” she attempts to explain and her butterfly clip comes loose in that sunsilk hair. Leo’s left arm bandages are tight enough but if she keeps making that ridiculous expression her stitches are going to pop, “I still can’t it’s– a curse! I wanted to tell you Sanemi, I gave up telling–”

“It’s not real.” There are tears in Sanemi’s eyes now too. It can’t be. His lips still taste like lilies and Leo’s concern floods her big bug eyes just like Kanae’s once did. What would Kocho think? He pushes himself to a proper sit. “Who are you?”

“Leo,” she whispers as his tears start to fall. She crawls slightly forward on her knees, still lacking strength from last night’s poison. She is taller than Kanae was and just as kind. She’s just as stern and deceptive in her gentleness and Sanemi misses her, so, so much. “You know me,” Leo says as she reaches for him. He doesn’t stop her. She takes up his hand and lifts it to her chest on her knees above him. She presses it deep against her heart. “Please know me.”

He does. He shouldn’t.

Sanemi lets her hold his hand in the swell of her breast and doesn’t flinch when she rests her other palm against his wet cheek. He caught a branch to the face last night and a little girl named Sumi insisted he crouch down so she could bandage it this morning. Leo thumbs the dot of cloth as his tears soak through the fabric. She kisses him.

It can be true for however long it takes Sanemi to finally hold the world in his arms. Leo fingers twitter through his sleepless hair and drag against his scalp. He can hardly stay upright, can hardly do anything but let her lips pull him closer. On the floor, his hands fall from her chest and fumble up her thighs from where she hovers above him. How long has she wanted this? Sanemi’s breath catches when Leo slips her tongue across his teeth and places a hand on his chest. His heartbeat is a window to his soul and it tries as hard as it can now on the floor of a hospital room, to rip itself from its chest and settle between Leo’s fingers. She sings to it. She pulls away.

“Baum?” He hardly hears her and chases the space between their lips, “Sanemi,” she tries again. His eyes are heavy in the sunlight that frames her. His hold on her thighs becomes hungry.

“Again,” he murmurs to the beat of the pulse on his lips.

“Sanemi.” The voice of his second love drips through his ears and she lowers her face back to his so that he might breathe her in again.

“Please.”

“Shinazugawa Sanemi.”

When she kisses him this time she does not cry. Leo’s butterfly is long discarded and on the floor beside her bed, her white robe pools at her knees. She braces herself against Sanemi’s chest, in his hair and across his shoulders on her knees in the dust and wood. Her tongue leads his into a game of devour and suddenly her hips have slotted quietly against his as she straddles his lap. Suddenly a kiss is not enough. How long has he wanted her? Gentle general.

Leo’s lips trail farther, deeper into the nooks and notches of Sanemi’s jaw and he has to hold her to keep from falling back. His fingertips trace an uncertain line up her spine. Hers cradle his face and match pulse with the heartbeat in his ribcage. Leo’s tongue is hot on clammy parts of him and draws a sharp breath when Sanemi bucks into her at a soft angle. He growls just slightly in embarrassment.

How? He wants to ask, all this time, “How–”

“Don’t.” Leo whispers, “I can’t. Know me, understand by holding me.” And whether or not it’s true there’s nothing he wants to do more. She is new, she is not Kanae, she is not the woman Sanemi loved, but she is loved by him. How many people exist inside of her? Her. Who was…who were they before Kanae slipped inside? What makes up this person he loves so?

Leo begins to lose control of that perfect temper and her breath comes more harshly than a Hashira’s should. Sanemi’s thighs vibrate with the weight of her, lighter than air and warmer than anything he could have ever imagined. They find a rhythm and once knees dig into waists and hips warm hips neither of them remember how to properly fill their lungs. Her kisses and nips lose focus. She shudders and Sanemi’s head falls back on his shoulders, attached only by her grasping hands. Leo clutches the open fabric of his uniform as she grinds, deeper, slower than Sanemi’s own growing heat can manage. The bulge of hakama catches the soft crease of her thighs– the tease of something warmer. He can’t force control back into his muscles. Sanemi crosses his arms around her waist and pulls Leo into his lap as he rolls against her.

Hot, desperate, the off kilter beat of her heart and all those small sounds she tries to keep quiet might as well send Sanemi straight to his grave. The smell of her will drown him, thick and sweet. When Leo finds purchase again in his hair he can only groan. He’s never— he doesn’t– Sanemi braces her hips with one hand and pulls her where it feels good, pushes, pulls, like a plea.

She clutches his other hand with her own trembling fingers and tucks it between the break of her robes. Sweat beads at her sternum. His eyes have gone wide and all the Wind Hashira can do is stare between Leo’s chest and the flex of her jaw as she opens and closes it in an attempt to stay quiet, eyes shut in concentration.

He clutches the breast Leo has led him to without stopping that guiding hand at the meat of her ass. Every brush of damp over his lap kicks his heart through his throat and he’s tracing the shape of her nipple before she can shut her mouth to keep her voice down.

“B-Baum–” she bites her lip and dips forward to kiss him again instead of finishing. Two hands on her ass, two hands cupping his face, if they keep grinding against one another he’ll– “Nem.”

“Le–” he attempts and succumbs to her kiss again. It’s wilder than before. Her hips have picked up rhythm and her tongue no longer asks before entering. She’ll swallow him. He’ll let her. It would be so easy– to just let his hands dig deeper. To slip under the folds of her robes and sink inside– lower her onto his–

“No!” Someone shrills behind them and Sanemi’s head jerks backwards, suddenly free of her lips, onto the floor with a start. Much to the Hashira’s rapidly approaching horror, Kanroji Mitsuri is standing in the doorway with a sizable chunk of the door frame broken off in her fist. Above him, Leo’s lips are drawn tight and she’s redder than a sunset. Her lips and jaw still glisten with saliva.

Mitsuri seems to have embarrassed herself even more with her outburst and looks rapidly between their lewd pile on the floor and the empty hallway. She squeaks with indecision and then storms inside. “Sanemi!” She huffs while pulling a stunned Leo from his grip and tossing her onto the bed, “Naughty! Not the time for love!” But mortification has frozen him to the floor. “This is a hospital.”

It’s all he can do to blink. Leo’s lilies ghost his swollen lips and her warmth still draws the sweat from his palms, which he keeps beside his head in shock or surrender until something ridiculous thaws the ice. Leo’s voice like wisteria echoes through the room in hiccups and laughter. Mitsuri’s as pink as her hair and everyone turns to stare but Leo laughs harder. There are tears in her eyes.

“Sanemi,” she gasps, “Up up, Baum!” and she clutches Mitsuri’s sleeve to keep her from moving. Sanemi’s on his feet at a dizzying speed and Leo speaks again from her golden and bandaged throne. He can only back away. “I will have you, Sanemi! Any way you’ll take me.” Her eyes shine like a great hungry garden, they hold back tears like a storm, “Don’t go where I can’t find you.”

As he scrambles from the room Mitsuri’s legs give out. The Love Hashira hits the mattress and he doesn’t catch a word that follows because Sanemi is diving headlong down the staircase– flying– in search of a hiding place. He hurdles Aoi and ignores the sound of his name, ignores the taste of her, down the entry hall, off the porch, and barefoot into Kocho’s garden. He kicks up her pristine sands and pebbles crunch where they should not and Sanemi crumbles in the first pool of shade.

He collapses under a maple tree. He bows over his knees and drops his head in its dirt. How? How a thousand things. Why? Why a handful fewer. Sanemi’s heart won’t survive this, worse than training, worse than death, what is this feeling? His fingers long to hold something over which he has no control. Foxglove trembles in a sunny breeze beside his head and then it whistles right through his ears, carrying scent of the flower with it.

Four years ago Kanae found him beside this exact bush trying his best to meditate in a limp wind. He’d seen her before, tall and docile. She had defended Ubuyashiki against his wrath at his first Hashira meeting and in his first Hashira hospital visit, she’d tucked a flower behind his grumpy ear.

“Why are you hiding?” Her voice was petal. “Would you like to be alone?” Sunshine, new moss. “Would you like to come with me?”

Sanemi smiles against the walkway stones and lets new tears fall. She knows exactly where he is. Leo will find him again.

[xxlady-lunaxx]

Alright hear me out.

Masachika x Kanae first meeting where they both get introduced to each other by Sanemi and Masachika is just head over heels.

ily

Masachika couldn’t be more obvious. Even Sanemi with his apparent lack of knowledge over things like this, he could see as clear as day that Masachika was absolutely head over heels for Kanae. Sanemi had introduced the two to each other a while back, mostly because there was no getting around being treated by Kanae for his constant injuries and Masachika was bound to meet her eventually. Also, he and Kanae had become something he could possibly put the term ‘friends’ on, and after mentioning her once, Masachika had jumped onto the idea of meeting her (supposedly, Sanemi wasn’t good at making friends). So with all due time, Sanemi introduced Kanae to Masachika.

He’d mostly forgotten about it, truthfully, only to be reminded when Masachika asked, casually, after a mission: “So… when are you seeing Kanae again?”

Startled by the random question, Sanemi took a moment to understand. Then another moment to place Masachika’s uncharacteristic shyness and the way he seemed to be avoiding eye contact.

“…Why do you ask?” Sanemi said suspiciously, narrowing his eyes.

“Just wondering if I could tag along,” came the idle response that seemed much too deliberate. “She seemed nice.”

“Ooookay…?” Sanemi frowned. “This isn’t random.”

Masachika laughed—nervously. “Sorry.”

“Why do you want to see her?” Fully expecting it to be a jab at Sanemi about how Kanae somehow managed to ‘charm the uncharmable’ (Masachika’s words, not his), he was instead given a quiet:

“Just wanted to see her again, I dunno. Do I need a reason?”

No, he didn’t necessarily. But the way he was all but avoiding Sanemi in the process of asking said that this was much more than wanting to meet Sanemi’s friend again. It was something like—

“Hey,” Sanemi said slowly, inspecting Masachika. “Do you like her?”

“What? No! I just met her! That’s ridiculous,” Masachika said, head snapping up so he could meet Sanemi’s gaze. “She just seems like good company! Much nicer than you, anyway.”

Sanemi scowled. “You can tell me if you like her.”

“I don’t! I mean, I do, but not how you’re implying,” Masachika hurried to correct. “That’s… not it.”

“Okay. Sure.” Sanemi shook his head. “I don’t see what you see in her.”

“I don’t see what you don’t see in her!”

Masachika froze. Sanemi smiled.

“Gotcha,” he said, pulling out a roll of bandages to patch himself up.

“Asshole.”

[myreygn]

YOUR LEE ENMU FIC WAS AMAZING AND I LOVED IT SO MUCH IT WAS WONDERFUL

I gotta ask,,,, if you're up for it, could you write something with ler!Douma and lee!Akaza cuz I just know Douma is a master tickle monster and poor Akaza is so ticklish sosjjsjdhdbd thank u in advance *smooches on the cheek*

Cracks

summary: It's not often that there's room for fooling around and goofing off amongst Lord Muzan's elite troup, but every now and then, Douma likes to have a little fun. Every now and then, Akaza likes to indulge him.

an: this took me way too long and i'm really really sorry about that - i hope you like it anyway and you had wonderful holidays!

wordcount: 1705

taglist: @giggly-squiggily, @rachi-roo

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Douma was not easily entertained. Most of the things the average person would deem exciting were prone to boring him to death and more often than not he found himself zoning out during the most random times, because he was surrounded by such a lack of stimulation that it was truly astounding all by itself.

However, there were a few things that were amusing to him. Humans could be very entertaining from time to time; desperate humans and scared humans were his favorite kind. Waterfalls, waterfalls were really pretty. Bumblebees. The sheer concept of bumblebees was hysterical. His very favorite thing in the entire world though was cracking. Cracking horrible jokes. Cracking heads. Cracking his fellow Upper Moons.

Well, not all of them. There was a huge difference between making someone crack and making someone crumble, that difference mainly being who he was working with.

For example, making Kokushibo crack wasnʼt as fun as making him crumble. Kokushibo was stoic, emotionless and reserved. Seeing him explode into anger, laughter, tears, or anything of the like all of a sudden was interesting, sure, but it wasn’t fun because the buildup was too subtle to notice (even for Douma). But if you made him crumble, the slow process of Kokushibo’s walls being brought down became visible - bit by bit, brick by brick.

And then, there was the other end of the spectrum.

Douma almost felt giddy with excitement as he shuffled around in his place, watching the door with impatience. Any minute now, any minute… aha!

“Urgh, what are you doing here?” Akaza rolled his eyes the second they met Douma’s gaze, but Upper Moon Two didn’t waste any time feeling attacked by that. Within the blink of an eye he was at the shorter demon’s side, throwing an arm around his shoulders and putting his entire weight onto him. He knew Akaza could handle it, he just wanted to invade his personal space a little. Invading the personal space of others was another thing that made immortality worthwhile.

“Why, I’m here for the meeting of course. We’re both early birds today, aren’t we?”

“Do not call me that.”

Oh oh oh, Akaza was playing grumpy again. Emphasis on playing; if he were truly not in the mood for shenanigans, he would’ve pushed him away by now, or taken his head off at the very least. Douma smirked. He had a playful Akaza on his hands, what a lucky lucky day it was.

“What do you want me to call you then?”

If looks could kill… well, he’d be no more dead than before, but Akaza was certainly trying his best. Adorable.

“If you could just stop talking to me, that would be great, thanks.”

What a perfect setup. It was almost like Akaza wanted this to happen.

“Alright, let’s stop talking.”

A thing that only very very few people knew: Akaza was not immune to tomfoolery. Douma had caught him goofing around with Rui, Kaigaku and even Daki and Gyutaro several times and on rare occasions, he had even indulged in Douma’s own jabs and jokes instead of blowing up immediately.

Because blowing up, yes, that was what Akaza was known for the most amongst them, wasn’t it. And watching him blow up was charming, sure, but what Douma loved most was the thing right before the big explosion. That moment of realization when Akaza became aware of the incoming explosion and tried to stop it. The way he gave everything to not let it happen and the way it was never enough. Delicious.

Akaza flinched and his hands shot down to grab Douma’s wrists. “Don’t.”

“I’m not doing anything, Akaza-dono.” It wasn’t even a lie. Alright, maybe he had curled his fingers into the lower ranked demon’s waist just a moment ago, but right now he wasn’t doing anything. Just resting his fingers on Akaza’s sides. And despite the vice grip on his wrists, they weren’t being pulled off. Hm-hm.

A full body spasm nearly had Upper Three slip away from him when he curled his fingers again, but Douma was very skilled in using a lot of strength and making it look like nothing. In other words, holding Akaza secure with just his fingers had the added fun bonus of infuriating him. “Douma, if you don’t stop that-”

“Stop what? You’ll need to be more specific- oh, this?” He smirked when a soft yelp slipped out of Akaza’s mouth.  “Surely that’s nothing to you, Akaza-dono. I’m just stretching my hands.”

Douma carefully increased the pressure of his fingers digging into the pale flesh of his subordinate. Even though Akaza was facing away from him, his back pressed against Douma’s chest with no way to hide his trembles and flinches, Douma had a good idea what his expression looked like. He could see Akaza’s flushed neck and ears, the way he bit his cheek. And now, he just had to-

“EAH!”

Ah, yes, there it was. The crack. Akaza had such a temper, cracking him with a few cleverly, and even not so cleverly, placed comments was easy. But it also got boring very quickly and besides, this was by far the best way to make him crack. 

Douma smirked to himself as he clawed on one of his very favorite spots on Akaza’s body. Stomach never disappoints… “What is it, Akaza-dono? Too ticklish?”

“YOHOU KNOW IHIT IS- DOUMAHAHAH!”

Hell yeah he knew that. Upper Two allowed himself to giggle in glee - not that Akaza could hear him with his booming laughter filling the Infinity Castle. He wrapped an arm around the smaller demon’s torso when his struggling got too intense to hold back with just his fingers and used his free hand to continue the tickling of his stomach. Delightful.

“DOHOHOUMAHAHAHAHAH, NAHAHAHAT- TOO MUHUHUHUCH!”

“Alright, alright.” Douma carefully guided the hysterical demon to the ground when his knees got weak and took a seat on his thighs to secure him, then he immediately latched his wiggling fingers onto Akaza’s ribs so he wouldn’t get a chance to recover and slip away. The reaction was instant.

“Yohohou piece ohof- nahahahah!”

“Oh but you can handle it, can’t you?” Douma grinned down at his victim’s flushed face, making sure to give the spaces in between his ribs extra attention. Once the cracking was complete, once the dam had broken, it was nearly impossible for Akaza to compose himself or hold himself back in any way.

That applied to movement as well. Douma let out a grunt when he got kneed in the back; he actually had to put in effort to hold Akaza down, that wasn’t often the case. Maybe his tickling was just especially good today. Judging by the way Akaza was howling when he moved his hands upwards to scratch at the space between his ribs and armpits, that was the case.

“Nahahahahat thehehehere! Yohou ahahahahass!”

“I don’t think you want to insult me right now.” Douma smirked and grabbed one of Akaza’s wrists, surprising him enough to pull it up and dig into his armpit. “I know thinking can be a hard thing to do for you, but that’s really not smart.”

Akaza shrieked and nearly threw Douma off with how hard he was bucking. “GEAHAHAHAH- GEHEHEHEHET OHOUT OF THEHEHEHERE! NAHAHAHAT THERE, DOHOUMAHAHAHAH!”

“Man, you’re really difficult today.” Douma mock-sighed and stayed at the spot a little longer before scribbling Akaza’s stomach and quickly moved on to squeeze his hips instead when the trapped demon let out a sound close to a sob. “Not here, not there… how about here?”

The hips still had Akaza giggling like crazy, but he was not nearly as hysterical as he had been before. Douma couldn’t help but smile a bit. “You look nice like this, Akaza-dono. With your face so flushed.”

The blush only intensified and Akaza even tried to hide his face - unsuccessful. “Sh-shuhuhut uhu- EEK!”

“Was that a squeak?” Douma let out an evil chuckle. “Then I guess that’s my sign.”

“Yohour sign to wha- Douma, no, nononono, do nAHAHAHAHAH- DOUMAHAHAHAHAH, FUHUHUHUCKIHING HEHEHELL!” Hysterical couldn’t even begin to describe it. Akaza threw his head back, cackling and howling and squealing all at once, even a snort breaking throw here and there; his back arched and he twisted around to try and avoid the horribly ticklish fingers scribbling over his stripes with the lightness of a feather. 

Upper Two smirked - he was barely touching Akaza, yet had him in stitches anyway. He had been avoiding the tattoos, these absolute platinum tickle spots on his subordinate’s already sensitive body, as much as possible to save the best for last. And the best it truly was. He watched in awe how tears of laughter spilled down Akaza’s flushed cheeks. That meant he would soon-

“DOHOHOUMAHAHAHAH, PLEHEHEHEHEASE!”

Yup, there it was. Playful or not, if he started begging it meant that Akaza had truly reached his limits. Douma gave the stripe he was tormenting one last scratch, then he took his hands off and stood up, giving him some space to recover.

Being a demon and all, that recovery only took Akaza about two seconds and Douma couldn’t even react when the smaller demon jumped up and pounced on him, glaring down at him from where he was crouched on Douma’s chest. “You!”

“Me?” Upper Two didn’t let the sudden attack wash off his smile. It was a genuine smile for once - this little encounter had significantly heightened his mood and despite the scowl on Akaza’s face, he could tell he felt the same.

The sound of Nakime’s biwa in the distance and the following bickering of two voices from next door notified them of the arrival of Daki and Gyutaro and Akaza seemed to consider his next move for a moment, then he snarled and got up. “I’ll get you back, jerk.”

Douma only grinned at the threat and sat up when the siblings entered the room so as to not tip them off that something unusual had happened. If he was feeling a little excited at the prospect of more goofing around with Akaza, that was their business alone, and if he caught Akaza cracking a smile as he turned away, no one needed to know.

[otaku553]

so you know how I've been talking about the Kazuha Demon Slayer crossover for ages now?

Hahahaha

Chapter 1 is out :)

[thenezuverse]

R E V A M P

Hello my lovely readers! Usually before starting the next part of this series, I re-read all of Sunlight to get myself back into the swing of things. However! This time, I was absolutely struck by the fact that I utterly hated my own writing! In light of this discovery, I decided to do a revamp of all the chapters I don't particularly like. I will not be changing anything fundamental about the story, but I will be doing some extensive construction, as well as adding in some new details. I will post updates on my tumblr when a part is completely finished, for anyone looking to re-read the updated version. If you don't want to, that is 100% okay, the story will still make sense later on because I won't be changing any of the major plot points. That being said, Part 1 is officially redone and ready to go! Thank you for your patience and support, and enjoy!

[assassinhomecreedstuck]

i cant believe ive played world of warcraft for 20 years

[larz-barz]

Can you do my two ocs, Haia x Basil? For the scenario: include them first meeting, but then basil goes off to fight a demon, but when they get back, haia learns it was a kizuki and that Basil lost his other arm, but killed it anyway and became a hashira. Sorry if this a lot to ask, it's okay if you dont want to do it. Female x not-exactly-human-or-human-gender character wasn't exactly on the list xD

yeah i can do that!:3

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Falling for you

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Basil was outside training when he heard an unfamiliar voice from inside the butterfly mansion.

‘Who is that?’ He wondered as he walked in.

He saw a girl around his age. She had brown and teal hair, teal eyes with star pupils, and she was wearing a pink and yellow cropped haori.

The girl’s eyes go to him and she smiles and energetically bounces to him.

“I’m Haia! What’s your name?” She questioned happily.

“It’s nice to meet you Haia. I’m Basil.”

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After they first met, Haia learned how powerful Basil was.

He decided to help Shinobu train her.

“Why can’t I get it?!” Haia was getting frustrated, she bent down slightly. Her hands on her knees as sweat dripped down her face.

Basil walked over and bent down, gently holding her by her upper arms.

“Be patient, you’ll get it eventually. It just takes time.” He smiled softly at her and her tensed expression and body relaxed.

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Haia eagerly awaited Basil’s return from a mission.

The boy stumbled into the butterfly mansion, Haia immediately ran to him.

The first thing she noticed was his other lower arm was missing now too. “Hey Haia!” He chirped and smiled, albeit tiredly.

Haia frowned slightly looking down at Basil’s lower arm, or rather lack there of.

“Your arm..” She looked up at him worriedly.

“It’s ok Haia, at least Upper 3 is gone now.” He said and her eyes widen.

“You killed upper 3?!” She asked, a bit shocked. She knew he was strong but she didn’t realize he was that strong.

Basil nodded, understanding her shock. “Yeah, I did.” He smiles softly. “How did things go while I was away?”

“They went well, I’ve been training. Shinobu san told Milo san that I was struggling a bit on one of the starlight breathing forms so she came by to help me out.” She explained and smiled.

“Were you able to get it?” He asked, tilting his head slightly and she nodded. He was gonna ask how Milo was doing but then his crow tapped on the nearby window, signaling for him to come outside.

Haia went out with him due to curiosity.

“Basil Kocho, you have been summoned to go see the master at headquarters.” The crow said and Basil nodded, giving Haia a quick hug before walking off. Haia blushed and smiled softly.

“Don’t get into any trouble while I’m gone ok?” He called out as he walked in the direction of headquarters.

“You got it!” She called back, her hands went up to her mouth to further project her voice to his ears.

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After a while, Basil comes back with an excited smile on his face.

“Haia!” He called out and she came into the room.

“Yeah?” She responded, matching his excited energy.

“I’ve been promoted to hashira!” He exclaimed excitedly and Haia gasped and cheered happily for Basil.

“That’s amazing!” She exclaimed and hugged him.

A light blush grazed Basil’s cheeks at the contact.

Shinobu came in and smiled softly. “Congratulations on becoming a hashira, Basil. I’m so proud of you.”

Basil smiled back. “Thank you Shinobu san, that means a lot.”

“Let’s get that other robotic fore-arm on, yeah?” She asked and Basil nodded.

“I’ll see you later, Haia! There’s something I was wanting to tell you.” He blushed slightly and smiled as he followed Shinobu back.

Haia nodded, noticing the blush slowly taking over his pale complexion.

“Alright, Basil! I’ll be waiting for you!” She winked at him.

He blushed harder as he walked off.

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“Haia?” Basil called out after a while of resting.

“Yeah?” She responded then Basil kissed her on the cheek.

“Get what I was wanting to tell you?” He asked smiling softly at the shorter girl who was blushing heavily.

“Y-yeah.. I like you too..” She muttered softly and Basil smiled brightly.

~the end~

A/n: I hope you like this, Ace! I’m sorry if I was off with their personalities and stuff, I tried to be accurate! Btw given the timeline of events, hashira Milo would’ve been the one to train Haia in starlight breathing cause she’s a year younger than Haia and Basil in every miloverse<3

[imu-chan]

Part 2. of ‘What Happened to Tomioka’

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On principle, Giyuu never slept well, but he especially never slept well after being throttled half to death by demons. Once he had woken up from his initial, classic battlefield collapse, his body had seemed to want to avoid returning to sleep more than anything. He supposed that was normal, and reasoned that anyone even attempting to sleep with as many tubes and devices connected to his vital organs as he had would find the night a worthy opponent.

Still. Never had his pains been so strong that he couldn’t so much as close his eyes without risking spinning, bright colors flashing in his vision. This was now the fourth day since he first awoke, and he hated to admit that he was desperately close to begging Shinobu for some kind of horse tranquilizer.

He had become irritable, and grumpy beyond anything he had experienced before, and loathed the idea of anyone other than the butterfly workers and Shinobu attempting to interact with him. Not that anyone was looking to interact with him in the first place.

​Not that he wanted anyone to visit him.

He already knew he wasn’t exactly a delightful person even at his best, so he wouldn’t wish his current mood on even the likes of a Twelve Kizuki. Well, maybe he would. Migraines were a bitch.

That aside, while his mindset was presently bleary with medication and sleep deprivation, he supposed that his current horrible temperament wasn’t as fearsome as it usually would be. That wasn’t for lack of trying, although he could barely do that either. His arms and hands had been involuntarily clenching and curling for some time now, so at least he wasn’t losing any muscle mass yet. None of this compared to his actual injury, though.

This was exactly why he wasn’t fit to be the Water Hashira, he thought. Maybe now the Master would see that Giyuu was meant to be temporary. He could take someone more qualified, maybe someone with a completely different breathing style. He recalled that the former Thunder Hashira, Kuwajima-san, was believed to be training a few young slayers. It might be nice for the Corps to have more powerful techniques. Or perhaps just a more powerful wielder. He had plenty of free time now to endlessly contemplate all the ways he had messed up on his mission in order to end up here.

He remembered breathing heavily as he fought, chasing after the demons fleeing for the dark of the forest. Sunrise wasn’t far off, and he was eager for this fight to end. He got what he wanted. He didn’t anticipate an ambush, not with such a flimsy group of weaklings like this.

While the fight started with nearly fifteen child-sized demons, Giyuu had whittled them down to what he believed was five. Apparently his counting skills had gotten a little rusty. As he crossed the threshold of the woods, his blue blade almost humming in the dark, two more of the demons leapt upon him from above, managing to knock him down.

This group wasn’t particularly dangerous, at least not on the surface. Their claws were dull and round, their speed was average at best, and even their teeth were mostly ground down into flat nubs. They seemed to mainly target children, being the closest in size and more vulnerable.

Thankfully, Giyuu had kept them far back from the villages as possible, so since he’d shown up there hadn’t been any casualties. He still approached the situation with caution. There had to be a reason this pack hadn’t been defeated so easily. He observed their power soon enough.

These demons’ main weapons came twofold; their Blood Demon Art was a paralytic gas of some sort, (which had taken Giyuu two frustrating days to find a solution for; when in doubt, try wisteria) and they had overly large, powerful fists, with enough force to level a tree. Again, not exactly out of the ordinary, but the paralytic mist and the size of the initial group was troublesome enough that a Hashira was needed to weed out the little pests. Then again…perhaps the Master should have sent a true Hashira.

Upon attack, Giyuu had grunted and rolled onto his back, using the motion to slice one of the fists in half, which had then slowly begun to regenerate. Before he could continue, the sting of the paralytic flooded his nose, the sheer, cloying strength of it making him dizzy.

The wisteria chain around his collar disintegrated. The rest of the remaining group had circled back to their comrades, and, to his disliking, began to merge into one large, multi-armed, heavy demon, with its main set of hands digging their claws into he flesh of Giyuu’s arms. With a crunch, he felt his shoulders slam into the ground, and felt the dirt and rocks on the ground dig into his flesh.

His haori— it must have torn— gave way to blood-slick mud, which entered into the punctures in his arms. That meant his arms were literally pinned into the ground by the suddenly quite sharp talons of the demon. Their bodies fusing— this must have increased their physical abilities, as well as the power of their blood demon art breathing.

Dread pooled quickly in Giyuu’s gut when his sword was wrenched from his frozen grasp, the force of it pulling his wrist with a sickening pop. He couldn’t move. His sight blurred into fuzzy shapes against his will. All he remembered after that was so, so many hands covering his vision, a crushing pressure, the smell of copper, and a paralyzing blackness that left him helpless in the care of the Insect Hashira.

Speaking of, ​Shinobu, ever enduring, had been mainly focused on the seemingly impossible tasks of keeping him from choking on his own saliva and on him making it through the night without dislodging the tangle of tubes and pumps forcing his airway to work as intended. It seemed any sudden movement, even a cough, could turn a delicate system of machines into a pile of parts, which wasn’t pleasant for any of them to deal with.

Shinobu had deduced that the demon specifically tried to flatten his windpipe, given that his whole neck was now made of bruised purple flesh. On all sides, the column that was once his neck was now sore and tender to the touch, crumpled like fabric, dark and rotten like a horrid, all-permeating sunburn.

His eyes stung constantly, making them water relentlessly and stream down his ashen cheeks, as many blood vessels had burst from the pressure, flooding the whites on his eyes with crimson splotches. Everything happening to him now was either from the actual physical force used against him, or a direct result of oxygen loss from his brain.

Strangulation… not only was it very unusual, but this methodology was also deeply baffling. Why would a demon bother with such a mighty effort? It didn’t spill any blood. It took prolonged force and strength. It would have worked, though, had sunlight not caught the demon off guard and scorched it from the Earth. Giyuu laid unconscious in the cool morning, breathing through a windpipe the size of a straw, for about a half-hour until the Kakushi came to his rescue.

He hadn’t been able to feel any sensations in his neck and lower jaw since then, which he supposed was a blessing. Everywhere else ached or bled. He couldn’t even swallow so much as a breath without assistance from some fancy device pumping the air for him. He couldn’t tell where his skin ended and the tubes began. He didn’t want to feel any of it.

“Ara ara. You’re not up in your head again, are you Tomioka?”

It took a surprising amount of effort for him to shift his damp eyes towards his comrade. Shinobu fiddled with the dial on the tube in his arm. Her purple eyes met his, and stilled.

“Then again…I’m not sure there’s anywhere else for you to be at this point, huh?”

The lack of ability, of control over himself, that was what was impacting him the most. Other than moving his legs, of which the worst injury was an infected slash on his thigh, he was able to make hand and eye movements only, for fear of upsetting the machines keeping him alive. Giyuu admittedly didn’t care for these new, technological deities, but even he wasn’t fool enough to defy them.

He winced as his left arm, the one with the sprained wrist, curled and spasmed as he attempted to use it. All of his focus was now on moving his fingers into what he hoped was the right sign.

“Need?” Shinobu guessed, staring at his trembling hand. “What do you need, Tomioka?”

Slowly, he moved his fingers into the shape of the first character. He didn’t know the sign for ‘kindly insert whatever forsaken substance killed Gauguin’, and he couldn’t remember what the damned medicinal drug was anyway, so he finger-spelled ‘mayuku’ as best he could.

Purple eyes crimped. For the first time since he woke up, Shinobu actually laughed, her voice like wind chimes. She tapped a teasing finger against her chin with a little smile.

“Alright, you’ll get your painkillers soon enough. Dinner first, which is in…ten minutes!”

Giyuu’s fingers were cramping and loosening already, so he had to be satisfied with sending Shinobu a withering look. ‘Dinner’ was just her exchanging his near-empty intravenous drip bag for a full one. It didn’t need time to prepare. She was just being a terrible doctor on purpose.

“Have you managed to sleep at all?” She asked in a more gentle tone, taking in the pallor of his face and the purple-gray swelling under his eyes. With his other hand, Giyuu managed ‘no’.

“Hmm. It might be a better idea to reroute the tubeage through the skin…it’s not any less irritating, but it might allow a bit more stability. You should find sleeping easier in that case?”

She phrased it as a question, but Giyuu was already trying to sign his consent. His fingers wouldn’t work with his brain. The frustration billowed within him, and he managed to use enough force to smack his injured wrist (metal splint and all) against the railing of his bed.

Shinobu clearly didn’t appreciate this tremendous display of raw power, as she pursed her lips and firmly wrapped one of her hands around his splinted arm. She threaded her small fingers carefully through his stiff ones.

“Ara ara, none of that. Squeeze my hand as tight as you can if you’d like me to try the procedure—ah. Alright, Tomioka.”

​A swell of gratitude welled up in Giyuu’s sore chest, and, reluctant as he was to show it, he knew Shinobu had been especially attentive to him since he was brought in. She had barely even poked fun at him. He had concluded that she knew his wounds were deep, and she was making every effort to not only keep him alive, but to see him comfortable as he was treated. She wasn’t risking anything to help him, but she was helping him.

In all the time he had known the Kochos, he still never felt deserving of their innate kindness. He squeezed again, as tight as he could, and let his eyes lose their defensive edge. Although he couldn’t have denied help if he tried, he did allow himself to accept his…friend’s…offered hand.

​​He tentatively allowed himself to have a friend.

Shinobu’s gaze fixated on his still-wet and red eyes. She didn’t say anything for a few beats, just let his trembling fingers clench tight to hers. His grip began to loosen, and that was when she tightened her own hold on his hand. She squeezed back, face still open, calm as a garden breeze. Her hand was dry and warm. It was the most comfort he’d felt in days. He didn’t mind it at all.

[strixcattus]

I always thought that what the owls of Ga'Hoole needed was a good helping of cosmic terror.

combine your first real fandom with your current one to create a terrible, terrible au

[stxrsfxte]

I've realized this fine morning that of all my OCs on this blog, at least 4 of them do / could have the vibe of Soulsborne (or souls like) characters.

Ophelia would either be a merchant that you could get upgrades for (like Eugenie in Lies of P)

Mylo would probably be just a merchant but one with like, super high level items and/or upgrade materials

Lorelei would be a story / major quest line NPC (with the possibility of being a boss / mini boss depending on the outcome of certain choices) (probably would fight like Sister Friede or Lady Maria)

Farah would be a boss (the Artorias vibes y'know?)

[kaixcastiel27]

my first demon slayer fanfic that features an original character, this will eventually be Tokitou MuichiroXoriginal character.

But it is also a bit of a crossover just a tiny bit and also bashing of remus lupin, evil dumbledore and evil Fudge.

[midnightwriter21]

demon slayer hcs: the hashira men as boyfriends

characters: tengen, sanemi, giyuu, rengoku, muichiro, obanai

AN: i don’t write for gyomei srry

TENGEN

- this isn’t just a little fling

-mans doesn’t wanna be ur bf

-he wants to be your HUSBAND

- and he’s gonna make that happen ASAP

- and when y’all get married you’re not just getting a husband

- ur getting 3 wives too

- it’s a package deal

- overprotective!!

- the way he made his wives promise to prioritize their lives over the mission

- my heart was bursting

- carries u around

- when tengen is around ur feet hardly ever touch the floor

- doesn’t matter how big or tall u are

- he’s bigger and taller

-he's big all over if ykyk

-nicknames include: sweetheart, princess, baby

- and don’t think he’s saying those to be cute

- he’s absolutely mocking you

-which brings me to…

- this man teases the HELL out of you

- but with love

- he loves you just as much as he loves his wives

- in his mind ur alrdy married

- and he is NOT letting you go

- or letting any harm come to you as long as he can help it

- 4 lifer fr

- id marry him

SANEMI

-i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again

-he’d tear it UP

-and i’d let him

- loves you so much

- doesn’t show it in public

- but in private?

- clingy as fUck

- he’s like ur shadow fr

- will follow u around all day

- hands on ur waist

- arm around ur shoulder

- holding ur hand

- he will not let go of u when ur alone

- in public he’s a lot less touchy

- but he will still stand near you

- jealous af

- every slayer knows by now to stay tf away from you or face the wrath of the wind pillar

- you belong to him

- makes sure they know it

- makes sure you know it

-hickey MASTER

-no i will not elaborate

- everybody knows sanemi is a little rough around the edges

- so there are days when it’s hard for him to open up to you

- but he does try

- he’s got a reputation to keep up!

-gotta act tough

-no weaknesses!!

- except for u

-he’s so soft for u he can’t help it

- nicknames: dumbass, idiot, & feather (my personal favorite)

-like i said he is almost always physically connected to u in some way when ur alone

-ignore him? he's throwing u over his shoulder

-he's strong he can manhandle u all over the place

-sheeeeeshhhhh manhandle me however u want sir

-claims ur super light no matter ur size

-hence the nickname "feather"

-i love him

GIYUU

-ik damn well this man had EVERONE in a chokehold from the first second he showed up

-speaking of chokeholds... ;)

-put me in one pls sir

-anyways

-awkward as fuck

-but he tries for u

-terrible with physical affection

-but we all know he's SOOO touch starved

-you'll have to initiate any type of physical touch

-and make sure he's not uncomfortable

-but really there's nothing he wants more than to touch you

-takes a very long time to say "i love you"

-but can u blame him??

-every good thing the poor man has ever had has been ripped away from him :(

-because of this he's veryyyy protective

-cause he'll be damned if the last person he has that accepts him and loves him for all he is

-is hurt or killed

-100% will die for u without a second thought

-not really a nickname type of guy

-remember he's awkward as hell

-most you'll get is a "-chan" attached to ur name

-and even that is only when y'all are alone

-but still

-even if he doesn't always show it

-you are always on his mind

-he's on a mission and walking through a market?

-he's buying you a hairpin or som

-walking through a forest and sees some flowers?

-"i wonder if she'll like these"

-AND HE'S PICKING U A BOUQUET

-ugh soft for bf giyuu

RENGOKU

-sunshine boy!!!

- epitome of golden retriever boyfriend

-all smiles all the time

-follows u around like lost puppy

-shows off for u

-yk when ur around kids and they're like "watch this" and then they jump and spin a circle lmao

-thats him

-"did you see what i just did?!"

-if u didnt...

-he's doing it again

-wants to impress you so bad

-also you will never have to lift a finger in his presence

-service bf!!

-you need the dishes washed and the floor swept?

-he's on it

-you need help styling ur hair?

-welcome to rengoku's hair salon

-will attempt to dress you in the morning

-and by dress you, i mean he's tugging ur shirt over ur head

-zipping up ur pants

-and tying ur shoes

-brags about you to anyone and everyone

-the other hashira can't have a single conversation with him without him bringing you up somehow

-compliments compliments compliments!!!

-he loves you and isn't afraid to show it

-nicknames from him: my love, my beautiful girl, sweetheart

-constantly confessing his love

-also lowkey speaks poetry for u

-some shit like

-"my light in the darkness, the one who gives me strength, you set my heart ablaze just by allowing me the privilege of seeing your smile"

-ugh he's the sweetest baby

MUICHIRO

-my airheaded angel baby

-i love him sm stop

-baby boy has a terrible memory

-that we alrdy knew

-but!

-he tries so hard for you

-keeps a little journal with notes and information about you

-so if he forgets he can remind himself over and over

-when he's on missions away from you he reads it so he can think about you to pass the time

-can not and will not remember anniversaries

-unless they're written in that journal

-will pick u flowers

-hope ur not allergic cause he's not gonna remember that

-but it's the thought that counts

-the fact that he's thinking about you at all counts

-you wanna go on a date?

-your dates consist of watching the clouds and taking naps together

-maybe a picnic if ur lucky

-no nicknames from him

-he calls you by your name

-its all he can remember

-he's the cutest

OBANAI

-like sanemi, he's a lot less affectionate in public

-however, he's not afraid to express his thoughts about you

-at least not to the other hashira

-might not be glued to your side

-but he's got eyes on u at all times

-and someone is talking about you?

-the second he hears ur name leave somebodies mouth

-he's tuned in

-and they better not say anything negative either

-mans turns murderous

-they will wake up to a snake in their bed

-will prob threaten them within an inch of their life

-don't have to worry abt other people while he's around

-cause he's got everything

-and i mean EVERYTHING taken care of

-protective but not pushy

-i feel like obanai trusts you and your ability to handle yourself

-but thats not gonna stop him from watching over you

-you're not drinking enough water?

-here comes obanai with a cup and u better drink it all

-haven't had lunch yet?

-he's sharing his with you. and will force feed u if need be.

-on a mission with him?

-he's not gonna push u behind him or anything

-but nothing is gonna get the chance to bring any harm to you either

-he's got ur back

-he's pretty vanilla with the nicknames

-nothing too crazy

-especially in public

-mostly uses ur first name

-might add a "-chan" in there every once in a while

-when ur alone he'll call you "sweetie"

-acts like a hard ass

-but he's soft for u

[xxlady-lunaxx]

the air was sweet. cool like stone, but refreshing. it danced through obanai’s hair, ruffling his clothing. he gazed up at the sky. it was different than before when shinjuro had first found him. then, it had been dark. ominous. now it was a peaceful blue, clear and dotted with fluffy white somethings. there was a bright ball of light that warmed obanai. he put his hands on his knees and, while the minutes crept past, he realized that the initial slight chill to the air had been diminished as the sun wrapped its arms around him. he looked down at the ground where a bird had begun to hop. it chirped, a high-pitched, small sound. obanai gazed at it curiously. he watched as it pecked at the dirt, searching. eventually, it flew away. he realized that there was sound behind him, the culprit to the bird’s disappearance. he turned. it was kyojuro, the little boy who was the son of shinjuro. he looked as if he’d just awoken, rubbing his eyes. his hair was a mess, but it was the same marvelous, golden flames of his father’s. he smiled at obanai with childish exuberance. he plopped down beside him, legs swinging where they dangled off the porch. he turned to obanai, looking at him with with the same searching eyes of the bird’s. his eyes were wide and full of life. like the breeze that toyed with the tuffs of grass beneath their feet.

“did you sleep?” kyojuro asked mildly. he peered at him. “you look tired!”

obanai returned his gaze but said nothing. he watched the fiery hair tangle more as kyojuro lay back. he was staring up, and obanai followed his gaze to see nothing but the roof over the engawa. then kyojuro lifted a hand, a finger pointing to where a pillar steadied it. obanai squinted, following the path up to a spider web. it was tucked away, protected from the wind and the sun. obanai had never understood spiders. they had nestled in his room before, even beginning to make homes where piles of food had built up. he didn’t know why they would prefer to hide away. away from the new air and the warm sun. away from the birds that searched and the men who saved.

kyojuro was sitting back up. he looked at obanai. “i think you’re tired,” he said, matter-of-factly. “you should sleep! here”—he patted his lap—“you can put your head here and sleep. mother lets me sleep on her lap sometimes! it’s comfy!”

obanai eyed him suspiciously. when nothing bad seemed to happen, he crawled closer to the boy. tentatively, he lay his head on kyojuro’s lap. it was uncomfortable for his body, which seemed to dangle half off the porch now, so he dragged himself up with a little effort. now he lay vertically, his head on the kyojuro’s lap and his body on the wood. he turned slightly. there. he could see outside too, like this. his eyes searched the grounds, flitting to a tree that sat a few yards from the house. the bird from earlier was back at his treasure hunt, scouring the base of the tree. abruptly, kyojuro patted obanai.

“sleep!” he ordered. his voice was like the bird’s. melodic in its own, sudden way. he leaned down to smile at obanai again. his eyes closed when he smiled. the sunlight poured down his face. he opened his eyes, though his lips remained with the lingering grin. “i’ll protect you if anything happens! like father! so you can sleep, okay?”

obanai gazed up at him uncertainly. he supposed he was tired. he nodded ever so slightly. immediately, the other boy was consoled. he pet obanai once more before leaning back to allow him more room. obanai was hesitant to close his eyes at first, wishing to watch the bird. but he willed himself to anyway. as kyojuro had said, he would be protected if anything happened. and so his eyes fluttered close. still, he saw red, the light filtering through his eyelids. he let his conscious drift away from the color, instead focusing on the warmth. kyojuro was warm. his hand, which had rested previously on obanai’s face for several seconds, had been warm, too. it was curious. obanai was never naturally warm somehow, he seemed to be always cold. yet now, he didn’t notice it. the sun and kyojuro—and then he had a thought. he’d thought that the rengoku’s seemed to embody fire. but kyojuro was like the sun. he was gentle and comforting and warm. so, very warm.

the hands of sleep began to tug obanai’s mind from where it was nestled on kyojuro’s lap. and, for the first time, he didn’t try to resist it. he let himself float away into a dreamland of pretty fires and quiet suns and singing birds. he hoped he stayed here forever.

[ponderingmoonlight]

Sanemi Shinazugawa falling hard for his polar opposite but is too subborn to confess until he does

Pairing: Sanemi x fem!reader

Word Count: 1,9k

Synopsis: Sanemi was never the type of guy who falls for something stupid as love. Especially not when it comes to his polar opposite, especially not with such a kind and gentle girl like you... Right?

Warnings: this is pure fluff y'all, reader and Sanemi being innocent babies, a tiny bit enemies to lovers

Thank you soo much for that cute request @blunderland, I just knew I had to write that asap hehe. Let me know what you think <3

There you stand with your stupid perfect face and smile so gentle that you could tame a demon with it. With worried expression, you bend over the little demon girl and inspect her wounds carefully.

“Don’t worry, you’ll feel better soon”, you speak out while caressing her dark hair.

What a poor girl she is. And her brother…Your eyes drift towards the boy with the beat-up face. What he had to endure is truly unfair, too much to bear for a single person. He really lost his whole family apart from that one sister who got turned into a demon.

And now he’s fighting for the demon slayer corps.

“I admire you.”

Tanjiro Kamado’s eyes widen in utter surprise.

“There’s no need to admire me. Actually, I’m the one who’s looking up to you. You’re the first person who didn’t judge my sister because she’s a demon.”

“Demons were once humans too”, you explain briefly while gracefully getting up.

“And I refuse to see them as anything else until they prove the opposite.”

“What kind of fuckery is this, (y/n)?”, an oh so familiar voice barks at you from behind.

Sanemi Shinazugawa really seems like a man with a heart made out of solid ice with his hateful orbs gleaming at Tanjiro and his sister.

“Don’t you think they proved themselves more than enough, Sanemi? If Kagaya-sama agreed on allowing Nezuko Kamado to live and her brother to continue fighting for the demon slayer corps, there is nothing to question for us hashira.”

“Don’t touch that demon brat so casually”, he hisses through gritted teeth while grabbing your wrist tightly.

Your heart skips a beat when his bare skin touches yours. How ridiculous it is that you developed feelings for him. Out of all the other hashira, it was always Sanemi Shinazugawa before everyone else. Those rare moments of tenderness he shows from time to time, the way he worries about his comrades without expressing his true feelings to the world. His closed like a treasure, so gorgeous that you can’t take your eyes off him.

“That isn’t a very nice way to talk to our guests, Sanemi”, you reply softly.

Urgh. He can’t fucking stand you with that scolding expression on your face, how your other hand still rests on top of the head of that demon brat. Why do you have to be so sickening kind to everyone you meet? Why are you even a part of the demon slayer corps with that strange attitude of yours?

“Guests? Are you talking about those intruders? If it was for me, I’d rip both of your heads off without blinking-“

“Sanemi.”

Before he’s able to react any further, he finds his own face framed by your much smaller hands and eyes focused onto his so intensely that he feels his cheeks heat up in an instant.

Why…Why is he suddenly feeling so hot? He should slap your hands away, should show you your place-

“Trust me, I understand your anger. But they are innocent until they prove themselves guilty.”

Those calm eyes who never lose their composure, the eyes he threatened to get lost in countless times already. Why do you have to be so damn gorgeous?

Gorgeous? He furrows his eyebrows, body yanking away from yours instantly. There’s nothing gorgeous about someone like you.

“If you really think that you’re a fool”, he bites back before turning on his heels and storming away.

What the hell was he even thinking? You, gorgeous…Just because your eyes seem to sparkle in the sunlight or the way your hair looks like liquid silk when a ray of light hits it perfectly. Or maybe because of the way your uniform hugs you so well, because of your strength. Or is it the way you look at him?

Sanemi shakes his head vehemently. That’s absolutely ridiculous. You’re the complete opposite of him. How could he ever like you?

“I think Shinazugawa-san likes you, (y/n)!”, Mitsuri babbles out while making her way back with you.

“Really? It definitely didn’t look that way”, you reply with low voice.

Oh, how much you’d hope that someday, the wind hashira actually likes you back. Even though both of you are polar opposites, even though you might never be on same terms. You still somehow managed to fall hard for him.

“Don’t give up hope, (y/n)! I definitely caught the way he looked at you earlier!”

You smile at the girl next to you gently, how she starts analyzing every minor detail of your confrontation earlier on. Mitsuri always swore that there is chemistry between both of you.

“And I’m never wrong when it comes to love, you can trust me (y/n)!”

“You’re a fool for treating (y/n) like trash, Shinazugawa”, Obanai comments dryly while letting his feet dangle from the tree he’s resting on.

“What are you even talking about, huh? It’s none of your business how I’m talking to her anyway.”

“(y/n) truly has a tender and kind soul. What a shame it is you hurt her like that”, Gyomei adds, tears streaming down his face in waterfalls again.

“Are you too dumb to realize she has feelings for you?”, Obanai continues.

You? Feelings for him? He huffs out loud. Absolutely ridiculous, maybe even impossible. Why would someone like you fall for someone like him? Not that he’d care for you like that anyway…

“I don’t give a shit”, Sanemi finally mutters through gritted teeth.

“Shinazugawa, it seems like you have a type”, Gyomei declares all of the sudden.

Something inside Sanemi snaps.

“Are y’all actually too dumb to realize that (y/n)’d never want me? I’m actually so far away from being her type I might be on a whole other planet! It’s like everything I am is exactly what she doesn’t want”, he finally blurts out.

Sanemi’s heavy pants hang in the air while the eyes of Obanai, Giyu and even Gyomei are set on him.

“You should really start working on your self-esteem, Shinazugawa.”

“JUST LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE Y’ALL!”

No, he can’t stand their bullshit anymore. Without listening to another word, Sanemi stomps away in the direction of his estate.

“(y/n) being in love with me? That I don’t laugh, why would I even care about that girl?”, he mumbles under his breath.

-a few days later-

Sanemi swallows heavy, orbs wandering up and down your body. You’re not wearing your usual black uniform and blooming haori. No, you look like a fucking goddess in that kimono and with those flowers braided into your hair.

“Do you think I look like too much?”, you question quietly, your own eyes wandering down your body in distress.

Maybe it was a mistake wearing that kimono for your meeting with Mitsuri. Of course, you knew she’d ask Obanai and Sanemi to accompany you. After all, it’s no secret that she adores the serpent hashira and knows too well about the feelings you hold for Sanemi. But now that you stand in front of him in something apart from your usual uniform, your confidence is blown away by the wind.

“You have to be kidding me. You look gorgeous”, Sanemi blurts out before thinking twice.

Fuck, did he really say that? You definitely think he’s a creep now. Maybe he should get going before it gets uncomfortable-

Your heart skips a beat, cheeks heating up in an instant. Did Sanemi Shinazugawa just call you gorgeous when he’s standing in front of you in that dark green kimono? How is it possible you’re never seen Sanemi in something apart from his usual uniform, that you never went out with each other?

“You look very handsome yourself. Dark green really suits you well”, you reply shyly.

Is it possible that maybe, just maybe, he might feel the same about you? No, that would be absolutely ridiculous, right?

“(y/n), actually there’s something I wanted to say you for quite some time now…” What the hell is he blabbering about? There’s absolutely nothing he has to tell you apart from how fucking annoying you are. You and your gentle voice, you and your captivating smile. You, the polar opposite of him-

“Oh, I actually wanted to tell you something as well!”, you reply a little too fast.

For a moment, you fear your knees might give in. Is this really the time to tell him about your true feelings? “Sometimes you have to be brave, (y/n), especially when it comes to true love! Confess to him!”

Mitsuri is the love hashira. She should know best, right? But what if you’ll make your relationship only worse by making him uncomfortable? What if he doesn’t even like you?

“Sanemi, I…I actually…I-“

“I love you, (y/n)”, Sanemi finally blurts out.

Oh.

There you stand with your opened mouth and blank mind. Did he really just say that? Maybe he didn’t mean it that what. But what if…What if he actually means it?

“You…love me?”, you breathe out.

“I know I’m your polar opposite and that I treated you like shit and I really don’t expect you to actually like me back. I just…wanted to let you know…”, the white-haired man opposite of you mutters while scratching the back of his head.

“But I actually do like you back…”

Sanemi’s eyes dart towards you immediately, his very own cheeks discolored bright pink.

“You…what?”

“I guess I was just never brave enough to let you know since I was sure you hate me…”, you mutter in response.

“Me, hating you?”

All of the sudden, you find his strong arms wrapped around your waist and his face only inches away from yours. You fail to breathe, your whole body refusing to function properly. That force of a man who never really seemed to care about you while your feelings for him were all over the place…He holds you so tight that your wobbly legs don’t have to carry your weight anymore, his usual so distressed orbs now looking down at you so passionately that your heart skips a beat.

“Do I look like I hate you?”, he challenges while pulling you even closer.

You expected a lot of things that could have happened today. Sanemi Shinazugawa declining Mitsuri’s invitation in the first place. Sanemi Shinazugawa keeping his safe distance to you. Sanemi Shinazugawa barking at you for being a blowhard. Sanemi Shinazugawa criticizing each and every little thing you do. But Sanemi Shinazugawa admitting his love for you, Sanemi Shinazugawa holding you tightly in his arms?

Not in a million years.

“I love you too”, you finally speak out.

“I actually did for quite some time. But I always thought you’d never like me back.“

“Well, here I am liking you back, idiot”, Sanemi mutters.

Is that a smile on his face? Why does it suddenly feel like his lips are moving closer? Oh, you thought about kissing that man countless times. Each and every night, you imagined what the privilege of feeling his soft lips pressed against yours might feel like. Is he rough, gentle? Did the wind hashira already share a kiss or two? Out of instinct, you close your eyes, allow yourself to get lost in his arms.

“Look what we have here. Seems like the two of you finally managed to admit your feelings”, Obanai’s dry voice jeers at you from behind.

Your eyes dart open immediately.

“No Iguro-san! You’re interrupting them!”, Mitsuri hisses.

“Are you too dumb to see we’re in the middle of something? Get lost, you fools!”

“I KNEW IT (Y/N)! I KNEW HE LOVED YOU!”

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[sleep-0-deprived]

Gyomei Himejima x Male Reader who's a demon who was rehabilitated by Tamayo and one day met Gyomei and it was like love at first sight? And M/N has like a rope/belt like power similar to Daki's? And they wanna experiment with that?🤭

Experiments~ (Gyomei Himijima x demon male reader)~ ໒꒰ྀི˶˃ᆺ˂˶ ꒱ྀིა

WC:. 2.2k

Tags binding, praises riding, no protection, soft sex (firm believer in Gyomei being a gentle giant), anal sex, size differences, belly bulging, creampies ૮꒰ ྀི >⸝⸝⸝< ྀི꒱ა

A/N I’ve never written for a blind character so please excuse any errors! Sorry it took so long to write I hope you enjoy though <33

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You were a demon. You favored Nezuko and Tamayo in the fact you didn’t follow nor submit to Muzan’s cruel plans and you still kept contact with your human side. That was what led you to meeting lady Tamayo and by default she managed to rehabilitate you over time. You eventually make yourself known to the core, wanting to help the greater cause by fighting against muzan and his demons with them.

The demon slayer corp didn’t trust you at all at first, I mean why would a demon of high status, no- one of Muzan’s most loyal switch sides and come to them and offer himself over?…well you did and master thought the only person fit to handle and keep tabs on you was none other than the stone Hashira Gyomei.

You were forced to stay in the stone estate with Gyomei, and occasionally Genya when he stopped by. Genya was more accepting of you than Gyomei at first being that Genya’s fighting style was him temporarily turning into a demon he was understanding

Genya was more open to the thought not all demons were bad. Gyomei on the other hand was still skeptical keeping his senses strong listening to you at night walking around the estate.

Gyomei would sense your blood demon art at night, he’d expect you to sneak off maybe hunt for food or run back to your master but you never did. You would use your blood demon art to grab things doing the most laziest things with them like opening doors grabbing a pillow that was too far out of reach,

he could tell what you were doing by the sounds of your belts and pillows ruffling. The large man might not have any sight but his other senses were heightened in every way.

Slowly over the months he’d ease his guard and stop holding his body ready like you were about to betray the core, he’d even swoon for you almost when he first heard your voice it made him question if you were really a demon because you sounded just like an angel to him.

Sadly your scent betrayed you showing to him you really were the demon that did such horrific crimes. The rehabilitation brought you close to Gyomei, and you spent most of your days together in the empty estate.

Present day the two of you have been together going close to a month and shockingly you two do have sex, one might think a religious and traditional man like Gyomei would wait for sex until marriage but nothing about his relationship with you was traditional I mean you were a demon and the two of you were both men but he didn’t seem to care.

“I’m bored Gyo?” You’d grumble all sprawled around in his lap like you were a king on a tanned flesh throne “must you lay like that on me [name]?” He’d sigh just reaching one hand down firm on your hip, his voice holding no true disdain having you in his lap

“yes I must!…and you know we could always pass time in other ways Gyomei?” You’d lean close standing on your knees in his lap now leaning into his ear whispering using your thumb to wipe the tears running down his cheeks with his eyes open glossed over as always unblinking and pale white.

“Always insisting sinful things to me, you really can be a from [name] pulling me into temptations with your binds..”his slightly red beneath his skin tracing his hands to your waistband with you straddling his lap in his room of the stone estate.

“Speaking of my binds….wanna use mine on you when you’re stretching me out. Bind you against me skin to skin while I ride you” you speak shamelessly nearly confident in his lap but he was totally flabbergasted, his body tense you could see red on the tips of his ears with a few hot tears pricking back down his cheek right where your thumb pressed wiping his cheek off again.

His large hands felt your pants around tracing and guiding them to the zipper making due with his lack of sight while you on the other hand let go of his cheek taking your hand down to his pants undoing his fly as he sits under you. With your belts coming out of your back wrapping around his waistband pulling them off softly before turning to blades cutting his boxers up to get his cock out

“you are such an eager demon [name]” his voice rang in the cool night of the estate with his cock hard pressed to his shirt with a pearl like bead of pre cum sitting on his tip, clearly sensitive pulsing eager for touch— which you were happy to give.

“You’re eager too Gyomei, don’t bother telling me different I feel it” you murmur retracting your binds for a moment to Scoot closer lifting your shirt over your head with your cock springing free when he can finally get your boxers off.

You crawl further in his lap sitting down on his cock with it pressed between your cheeks reaching above your crack making a sticky mess in your laps

“always feel so good, boy” he groans grabbing your hips with his teary eyes white and wide as always grinding his cock between your cheeks easily lifting you around like a boy toy in his lap making your binds react wrapping around his back tearing through his haori leaving marks in his skin unintentionally.

“Shit- didn’t mean to Gyo—“ you let out a sharp gasp hushed by him taking one hand off your hip keeping you firmly pressed to his cock reaching his hand up to the back of your head and shoving your face upwards leaning down eagerly kissing you into silence “it’s fine, not worried about it [name]”

He murmurs his tongue pushing past your lips into your mouth running against your cheeks pressing to your tongue making you huff using your binds to fully get his haori and shirt off with the sound of his golden buttons hitting the floor with your chest pressed to his leaving your cock weeping between your thighs pressing all leaky between your stomachs.

“Prep me already gyo..” you muffle out guiding his hand off your hip pulling your mouth off of his panting trying to catch your breadth before shoving two of his fingers down your throat “so warm baby” he speaks his teary face all red and flushed at the lewdly of what was happening with him only being sad his prayer beads weren’t around we hike his cock throbs between your cheeks producing more precum.

“I’m going, be patient or you aren’t getting anything but your own fingers” he finally broke away with a string of saliva his voice booming making a shiver run down your spine pouting pressing more to him feeling his large hand snake out of your mouth using the hand on your hip to lift you off his lap enough to push one finger inside you.

“Hm, you can’t do that to me” you shriek a little panicking with your rim puckering staying still in attempt to adjust to the feeling looking up at the blind Hashira with your binds all sharp and from wrapped around his muscular back holding his larger body to yours while your jaw slacks a little feeling him thrusting his finger in and out massaging your walls curling against your prostate before trying to prod his second finger in you.

“I can, and I will if you don’t get it together in my lap” he hums now scissoring your rim open using the mix of spit on his fingers and precum from where his cock rested between your cheeks to open you up. His fingers rub against your bundle of nerves building up a hot pit in your stomach and you think he knew that too because right as your cock perked up against his stomach he pulled his fingers back out.

“Want you to cum from me, need to know my cock was what pushed you over” his hands trail lifting you up by your hips making your binds lose grip on his back with your hands holding his muscular shoulders while he nudges his cock head against your rim. “Feels like you’re ripping me in half Gyo~” your air fled your lungs leaving you exhaling harshly feeling a burn shoot through your body but any tears quickly heal from your regeneration sealing yourself around him bottoming out inside you leaving a outline in your stomach.

“I bet you look so beautiful sitting on me like this, wish I could see your body. I’d kiss it up in every way” his large arms move on your body grabbing around your waist holding you slowly starting to jerk his hips upwards from beneath you making your rim stretch further and engulf his full length feeling his balls pressed firmly to your cheeks while you dig your nails into his shoulders straddling his large lap.

“I- know you would gyo-mei~” you squeak out, your muscles tensing reaching forward kissing him nearly eating his face off moving your lips against his slipping your hand off his shoulder wrapping around the back of his neck with your binds all slithered around the two of you holding you two skin to skin. His hands hold onto hour hips bouncing you in time with his movements with your thighs on either sides of his hips filling the room with small plap’s of your asscheeks smushing to his balls getting stretched with your cock bobbing back and forth tapping your stomach with your tip an angry red.

“Mh- [name] you’re clenching me so tight, boy” a soft strained sigh leaves his lips starting to pick his pace up holding your hips down firmly groaning against your lips pulling back only to suck in air before smushing his lips back on yours rutting his hips upwards driving into you with his cock stretching you out, his veins dragging along your inner walls while you hold your arms around his neck pulling your mouth off his and shoving his face in your pecs gripping his black hair.

“Just suck em” you moan your Adam’s apple bobbing like your cock while your binds dig at the skin in his back leaving marks from how tight you hold him to you. Gyomei’s cock pushing and nudging into your sweet spot over and over practically bullying your prostate making you feel its pulse while his face buries into your pecs biting at one of your nipples rotating between sucking and biting with his tears dampening your s/c skin.

“I can tell you’re getting close [name], you’re clenching up more- cum for me baby” he murmurs pressing sloppy kisses over your perked up buds holding your hips tighter making the bulge in your tummy bigger feeling a burning pain build up inside you from being fucked and spread open on him so long. One hand in Gyomei’s hair and the other holding his shoulder firm rocking your hips downwards into his thrusts trying your hardest to feel him deeper and deeper inside you with your belts tightening even more erupting a moan from the larger man.

“Oh fuck-oh I’m gonna—! I’m cumming~!” You mewl out shoving his face in your pecs harder arching your back up straight with your hips rolling erratically clenching and clamping as tight as you can around him breaking his skin with your other hand digging nails in his shoulder with your cock stiffening nearly jumping forward shooting sperm in its own groaning dropping your head forward on top of his when your cock shots a final rope of cum onto his stomach.

“That’s a good boy, gonna make me cum won’t you?” His chin resting on your rib cage blowing on your sensitive peaks rocking his hips forwards into you slowing down going in deeper and longer thrusts trying to let your rim milk him while he hits his own climax, the muscles under your hand tensing up letting you know the fire in his loin is bursting hot feeling the first spurt enter you making you shiver your eyes half lidded getting filled up.

“So warm” you coo out in his lap feeling your bulging tummy bloat up some with your binds slowly loosing around him letting him go as they retract back inside your back with your regeneration healing up your once broken skin. “Did I go over board [name]?.. how are you feeling?” He’d murmur lifting his head from your chest with a serious expression on his face needing to hear your verbal words not being able to see your reaction.

His tears flow freely down his cheeks making you sigh in his lap reaching your hand up from his hair and off his shoulder wiping his cheeks mumbling “I’m great Gyo, you were great.” Leaning in with a kiss on his cheek sitting still on his cock letting out a little hiss when you lift yourself off his cock feeling his semen slipping from your now loosened rim leaving your cheeks all slick when he grabs your waist and lays back pulling you right on top of his chest holding you laying on his mat in his personal bedroom of the stone estate letting you pull a blanket up.

“In the morning I’ll make sure to draw you a bath inside the estate, I know your beautiful skin is sensitive to the sunlight” he spoke in a soft tone to you holding you to him in a comfortingly tight regard rubbing at the back of your head and if it wasn’t for you being a demon he’d personally take you to the saunas but he knew that wasn’t possible with your inability to stand in the sun, doesn’t mean he still won’t give you the great aftercare you deserve.