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#5

Promise

Warnings: Entertainment district spoilers, crying, mentions of blood, murder, and bodily harm.

The butterfly estate was lively with activity, Aoi running through the halls followed by the youngest little nurses. You knew where to go, Makio and Suma had explained where your husband and wife were being kept before you left earlier that morning.

“Y/N! I didn’t know you were visiting today, I’m assuming you were filled in?” you nodded towards the insect hashira, Greeting her as she approached you.

“Yeah, he faced an upper moon Alongside 3 Kanoe’s? He's missing a hand and you think he won't recover his eyesight? correct?" Shinobu nodded

“Just about, yeah! The first hashira to defeat an upper moon. It’s been a very long time since the pillars of Muzan have fallen like this. Change is coming Mrs. Uzui change is coming.”

“Yeah, I can feel it too. He’s in the hashiras wing, correct?”

Shinobu sidestepped, allowing you to pass as she nodded.

~

The hashira wing was quiet, there was usually never anyone in there so it seemed almost abandoned. You padded to the first room on the right, ignoring knocking and opening the sliding door. Tengen was sitting up, talking to Hinatsuru who lay in a bed across from him, also sitting up. They both were wearing the hospital pajamas, Tengen’s half unbuttoned to avoid ‘constricting’ him, as he said whenever he had to wear them. He was covered in bandaging, some stained red already, especially the one covering most of the left side of his face.

“Holy hell's Tengen” he seemed surprised by your sudden outburst, eyes widening as he stared at you standing by the door. You heard Hinatsuru giggle.

“It’s bad, isn’t it? He fought very hard” You hummed as you walked up to her bed.

“I see that you did too, how are you feeling?” she shrugged

“Okay, the poison has slowed a lot so I’m feeling good besides my leg. Shinobu said I'll be out within 2 days!” you matched her smile, kissing her forehead before turning to your husband.

“You should have asked me to join you the second you thought it was an upper moon” he sighed, hair dropping into his face as he looked at his lap.

“I didn’t want to put you in that kind of danger, I didn’t even want them in the danger. Besides, you don’t fight anymore”

“I can still fight, I just don’t like to. I've fought enough for one lifetime, I wanted to live the life that I fought endlessly for. But how am I supposed to live that life if you die?” His head shot up, a sly grin painting his face

“Were you worried, my love?”

“Shut up, of course, I was! We finally reconnected after how many years and you go and get yourself almost killed!” he chuckled, holding his right hand out to you. You huffed before accepting his hand, letting him pull you into a hug, his bandages scratching at your face and neck as he held you tightly against him.

“I’m sorry I scared you like that songbird, I'm all yours now, don’t worry. I’m not going anywhere now.” you couldn’t stop the tears anymore at his words, the quiet whispers in your ear as he tried to comfort you. “I’ll always come home to you, you fought so hard to find me, to come back to me. I know you went through a lot. But it's okay now, we can live the life we wanted. I’m here”

~~

“Come with me, marry me” you huffed, swatting away Tengen's hair as he hovered close to your face. Stepping out of his hold you backed up.

“It's not that easy for me. I have family here, they need my help to get everyone out. Once your brother heads the family, I’ll go through him and get out. Trust me. I’ll find you, okay?”

“No, come with me. Hinatsuru, Makio, and Suma want you to come. I want you to come! Y/N, listen, you know my father, you know his ways. Your safest option is to leave with me” you shivered at the thought. The battles you witnessed, brother against brother, blood on blood. It was terrifying, a family massacred, witnessed by the entire clan.

"I love you, please. Marry me and we'll leave"

"You should go, Tengen. I'll find you once we're out. I promise. Stay safe" he huffed before lunging forward, capturing your lips in his own. His kiss was desperate, messy, yet calculated. Almost like the movement of his lips against yours was their own goodbye. You could taste the salt from tears, and you weren't sure if they were your own. He rested his forehead against yours after he broke away, spit slicked lips heaving as he tried to gain his breath.

"Promise me"

"I promise you Tengen. I'll find you once this is over. I'll marry you then, and we can have our life. Have kids, and a cute house. Let's get a cat too. I'll come back, okay?" His eyes shut.

"Don't forget" you chuckled, pulling back and pushing him towards the exit of your home.

"Get out of here before you get caught, you have a life to live" he wiped away the tears that had begun to stain his cheeks.

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177 notes - Posted February 7, 2022

#4

Midnight Snack

Warnings: fluff, Daddy Obanai Hour, Manga Spoilers?!

“What are you doing out here? It’s late and cold” You looked away from the rusting flowers, flowing with the wind that carved a path between the stalks. Your husband stood behind you, wrapped tightly in the thick quilt you kept on the bed. His black hair was a mess, pointing in every direction from tossing around in his sleep. Different colored eyes squinted down at you before he sat down next to you, tossing half the blanket around your shoulders so you squeezed in it with him, sharing the warmth. “Is it okay for you to be out here in the cold like this?” he gestured towards your stomach, the small bump that had been growing for 5 whole months. You chuckled.

“Of course, just because I'm pregnant doesn’t mean I'll freeze. I got too hot actually, and I'm hungry. I really want miso soup” He blinked, confused.

“You want miso soup before the sun has even begun to rise?” You nodded. Since you had learned that you were suddenly and very surprisingly carrying a child, your cravings had been keeping you up, almost weekly. Obanai had thankfully taken time off following the news of your pregnancy and has been at your side for every single craving, carefully easing you into pregnancy. With a sigh he moved to get up, sliding off the engawa to his feet. Holding a hand out he helped you to your feet, holding tightly to your hand and arm in case you lost balance with your ever-growing tummy. “Come on, Let’s get you the soup then” He pulled the dyed quilt tighter around your form, keeping you snug. His eyebrows were furrowed in concentration, scared face full of concentration as he made sure you were properly wrapped before he took your hand again, leading you back into the house.

Soft steps padded around the kitchen, accompanied by the steady bubbling of broth on the stovetop. Obanai was careful in his movements as he carried around the plate of diced tofu and cut onions, moving them closer to the stove to add to his simmering broth. You watched from the island, mouth salivating at the delicious smell that had been itching your taste buds since you first laid in bed hours earlier. You sat patiently as he bowled it up, wrapping it in a towel to prevent you from burning your fingers as he carried it over, setting a spoon down next to it.

“Here” he turned back to the stove, putting the leftovers in containers to save for later when your craving came back. You wasted no time before digging in, blowing on the hot soup for a few seconds before gulping it down, You let out a moan at the flavor, so warming and hearty, Hiroki enjoyed it too, flutters of movement, almost like a swarm of butterflies having a party in your stomach. The movement made you jump, letting out a

giggle at the feeling.

“Love?” you looked up, your husband's worried face greeting you as he looked down at your stomach. “Is everything okay?” You nodded.

“I can feel him sometimes, Shinobu said that I would be able to, too, I'm not used to it though. He likes the soup Obanai, thank you my dear” you let out another chuckle, running a loving hand over the curve of your stomach. If Obanai could engrain this image in his head for the rest of his life, he would. The image of his flawless wife, caressing the stomach that carried their child, one made from love and joy, from neverending happiness and utter bliss. He wanted to remember this until he took his last breath, the image of you. He never thought it was possible, to be able to be loved and love another like this, especially coming from his family. But you proved him very wrong.

"Of course, finish up so we can go back to bed" the scars that pulled on his lips stretched as he smiled, turning back to finish cleaning up.

~

The bed was still warm when you finally wandered back to it, kaburamaru was still fast asleep, cushioned underneath Obanais pillow to stay warm. You plopped into bed, having given up trying to be graceful with a growing baby bump. Obanai let out a snort of laughter, shaking his head as he wrapped himself back up in the blankets, moving his white snake out from under his pillow so they didn't get squished. Kaburamaru blinked awake, letting her tongue flick out a few times before she settled around his neck, giving him space to pull you close.

"Alright Hiroki, let us go to bed now" he scolded your stomach, patting your belly before resting his hand on the hump. You could feel his palms were warm, even through the fabric of your nightdress, the warmth he provided was a welcome comfort, one that lured you and your satiated cravings back to sleep.

182 notes - Posted February 4, 2022

#3

most likely awkward sex moments with the hashira? we all know awkward stuff would def happen too, god have merci

You know the drill NSFW UNDER CUT

MINORS DNI(OR I TAKE KNEECAPS)

Kyojuro wasn't a fan of having sex outside of your shared home for a reason. You had 2 small glasses of sake not even enough to get you sloppy and swaying, but just enough to redden your cheeks and have you pawing at his ever-growing bulge the second you stepped foot into the guest bedroom at the Uzui estate. Kyojuro hesitated, not knowing if it was a good idea to partake in such lewd acts at his best friend's house. But who was he to resist your pout when he pulled your hands off of him. He was only human. So he let you have what you wanted, pulling him out of his hakama pants and getting straight to business. He struggled to keep himself quiet as you licked him up, sinful tongue digging teasingly into his cockhead just enough to have him let a whimper slip past his lips.

"c'mon babe, you don't have to be quiet were in the guest wing. 'wanna hear you" you mumbled, lazily stroking him as you looked up through your lashes, a wicked grin forming as you watched his resolve crumble, internal argument ultimately failing as you wrapped your lips back around him, giving a rather hard suck before engulfing him enough to have you gagging. The vibrations from your struggles to take him all in had his mind short-circuiting, low moans rumbling in his chest. You continued your ministrations, nails running teasingly over his shaky thighs as you bobbed your head. Kyojuro was quickly losing himself, feeling his orgasm fast approaching as his hands found purchase in your hair, tugging on your roots as he hit the back of your throat. "shi-shit baby 'm gonna." the sound of the sliding shoji doors had you pulling up, letting off of his cock with a loud 'pop' Tengen stood in the doorway, a shit-eating grin plastered on his face as he looked at the scene before him. Kyojuro Exe. has stopped working.

"haha, I didn't know my friend was such a loud one. Good job!"

Obanai is very careful with Sex, always making sure you are comfortable and nothing is breaking or in his way, no matter how much he wants to go ballistic and lose himself in the tight grip of your cunt. But, even after making sure everything is perfect before he loses himself in you, things can go wrong. Your moans bounced off the walls to your room, nails digging into the meat of your lover's shoulders as he hovered over you, hips pistoning against your own in a delicious rhythm. Obanai's grunts didn't go unheard, each breathy groan going straight to your sopping cunt, adding to the sticky fluids already coating yours and Obanai's thighs.

"c'mere" he grunted, arms lifting your torso from the mattress, pressing you against his chest as he sat back on his knees. "Want you to ride me baby, please?" You didn't hesitate to take the chance. Already pushing him down against the plush matress, watching him bounce and shift until he was comfortable before you climbed back over his hips, hands planting themselves firmly on his chest as he lined himself back against your sweet heat. You hissed at the new position, Obanais thick length rubbing all the right spots as you sank down on his length. He gripped the meat of your thighs as you ground against him, pushing him impossibly deeper into your sex.

"Thats it babygirl" he groaned under you, relishing in the way your eyes fluttered as his hips involuntarily bucked up into your sweet heat. You two got lost in pleasure too quick for your own good, its the reason neither of you noticed the movement behind Obanai's head, a familiar wiggling under the crumpled blankets.

"Oba, I'm so cl-ah!" the screech you let out wasn't out of pleasure and it caused Obanai to jumped up, immediately sitting up and encasing you in his arms. He looked at your panicked face, trying to check to make sure you were okay, even pulling at your limbs to see if something happened.

"Kaburamaru" was all you said, looking behind your boyfriend to the small white snake curled up in the warm spot where Obanai was just laying.

The mission was grueling for Tengen. He spent a whole week away from home, stuck in the swamps, trudging through ugly, dense forests and thigh-deep waters trying to find a damn low-level demon that could have easily been taken care of by a lower-rank slayer, not wasting his precious time. The time that could have been spent doing more productive things, like working on your stamina. Since your marriage began Tengen and you have been working hard, he wanted you to be able to keep up with him and his wives, you weren't a trained Shinobi like the four of them so your stamina was, as nicely as he could say it, severely lacking. He hadn't even introduced you to group sex yet, it had just been the two of you sharing the pleasure of each other, not that he was complaining. You were so compliant and such a quick learner, you were so eager, accepting anything he deemed important enough to add to the 'curriculum'

He sat back against the headboard, sweat caked against his silver bangs, sticking them to his forehead as he watched the scene in front of him. All of his spouses were enjoying themselves, tangled in a pile of limbs as they fawned over you. You had finally worked up the courage to ask to join, to tell everyone you felt ready, for everyone. They used Tengen's return as an opportunity to finally get you into bed, because who doesn't love coming home to 4 spouses ready and willing. The four of you had already been playing, Makio stating they were just 'prepping' you for his arrival, but everyone knew that was a lie. Suma was ecstatic, greedily pulling your lower body onto her face, tongue already falling out of her mouth as you swung a leg over her head.

"Tengen, love, don't you think she l-" Hinatsuru stopped as she looked over, Tengen wasn't paying attention anymore, he wasn't even awake. The scene was enough to have her doubling over in laughter, startling Makio who laid under her.

"Shut the fuck up, He Fell ASLEEP!?" Makio squealed.

Sanemi wasn't one for 'slow and steady' you knew that getting into a relationship with the wind pillar. But he had promised to make love to you, he promised with his whole heart that he would go slow, allow you to thoroughly enjoy him and his cock that your always so desperate for.

He is taking it slow now, this is the slowest he's ever gone, and your afraid you won't be able to last through the entirety of Sanemi's definition of slow.

"What's wrong sweetheart?" he teased, fingers caressing over your overly sensitive bud. "don't tell me your tired already? What about me love?" his petnames were poking fun at you, teasing. He was doing what you asked, so you should just be sitting back and enjoying it, not crying at the feeling of his fingers rubbing harsh circles on your clit.

"Sane-san" you stumbled over the words, trying to function enough to talk properly. You clawed at his hand, soaked in your previous four orgasms he had just pulled from you, a devious grin painted on his features as he looked down at you.

"What? come on love, you can say it. Use your words" You sputtered uselessly as he pulled away, soaked hand grabbing hold of his solid cock. He gave himself a few lazy pumps, scooting forward so his cock rested comfortable against your soaked cunt.

"You feel that baby? got me so fucking hard. You wanted it slow and now look, I don't know how many rounds it'll be till I'm fully satisfied, not when you look so dumb and I haven't even given you my cock. Look at me" You blinked up at him through tear soaked lashes, trying not to look down at the way he was shamelessly bucking against you, teasing your folds with his cock.

"Fuck, Sanemi!" you whined, making him pull back, a dark chuckle slipping past his lips as he bullied his way into your waiting hole. The way you moaned so salaciously had Sanemi seeing white as he fully sheathed himself in you. He relished in the way you cried out at the feeling of his cock. It was quick, the way his orgasm rocked through him, surprising him as he cam just at the sound of your cries and the feeling of your tight little cunt invitingly sucking him in.

As he came down, flushed face finally focusing on the surprised look painting your own features.

"This little pussy" he tried to play off his surprise orgasm with a shallow thrust, distracting you enough with the way your head fell back against the matress under you.

A/N - You only get my top four because my brain literally can't think anymore. I'll do a part 2 with the other 3 eventually. Also I did not mean to make Sanemi's so long, I promise, it just happened

187 notes - Posted April 12, 2022

#2

Talk to Me

Part 1 here

Warnings: Illness, mentions of IV, description of illness and effects, mentioned weight and weight loss, Mention of death

It was 2 days before your fever broke. 2 days of all 4 spouses switching out of the chair at your bedside, taking turns dabbing your forehead, and talking through your fever-induced stupor. Shinobu sent kakushi over after the first night, having to leave on a mission that night. Tengen was beyond himself, slowly losing his grasp on sanity as he watched your pale face toss around in the sheets, soaked in your sweat as you mumbled incoherent sentences in response to his words. Your wives were the rocks, keeping him sane while keeping their own spirits high, leaving no room for doubt to creep in about your recovery.

“Suma?” Your voice was hoarse, scratchy, and uncomfortable as you looked down at the figure asleep on your arm, hunched over the bedside. She jumped at the noise, hair flying up as she met your eyes, less foggy than they had been the past few days.

“Y/N!” she screeched, apologizing as you winced, slowly lifting a hand to pat her head, a weak smile gracing your lips. You looked frail, likely to break at the smallest inconvenience, the fever and lack of fluids or food quickly tore your already weakened body up. Your cheeks had sunk slightly, eyebags heavy as you tried to sit up. “Slow down, let me help” She stood, wrapping an arm around your back and holding your arms as she pulled you up to a sitting position, moving pillows so you were propped up.

“Thanks” you coughed, rubbing at your dry throat, wincing at the pain that one movement caused you.

“I’ll go grab a kakushi, your IV probably needs to be changed and now that you're awake they should know, stay here okay?!” She rushed out of the room, afraid you would suddenly find all the strength you had lost these past 3 days, and run out of the room, frolicking in the back gardens. You stared at the IV bag situated next to your bed, hooked up to a cart that held what you assumed was medications and a water basin, a wet cloth laid next to it, soaking the cart top. The IV was dripping steadily as you watched it, flowing through the tube into your hand where they attached it.

“Mrs. Uzui! I am so relieved to see you awake, how are you feeling?” You shrugged.

“My throa-” you broke into a fit of coughs, the kakushi rushed to your side, letting the rest of your family file in behind them. Patting your back they handed you a glass of water that Suma had brought with her. They held your head as you greedily choked down the water, ignoring the flames that ripped through your throat at each gulp.

“There you are, do you mind bringing a pitcher of water in here? Your throat is going to be very dry from the heavy drugs we’ve been giving you to try and break your fever, pneumonia is a heavy illness, it takes a lot. Do you feel like you may want to eat, some soup? Or maybe just some broth?” you shook your head, not ready for anything other than water.

“M tired” you mumbled, dragging the blankets back up to your chin.

“Of course, I’ll change your water bag here and leave you alone, your spouses have been very worried about you” all four of them hovered near the door of your bedroom, anxiously watching you talk with the kakushi, Tengen translating everything you were saying to the girls, he was the only one who could hear your quiet voice. You watched as they removed the iv bag, replacing it with a fresh and full one before dismissing themselves with one final check of you, rechecking your temperature to make sure it was semi-normal before leaving you with your spouses.

“C’mere” you whispered, wearily raising a hand to beacon them closer. Tengen practically ran to your side, pushing everyone forward so he could squeeze through and drop to his knees next to the bed. He grasped your hand in both of his, bringing your cold fingertips to his lips, leaving kisses all over your hand, You let out a weak chuckle in response.

“Hi beautiful, I’m glad to see you awake and actually paying attention, how do you feel. Hinatsuru sat on the bed near your feet, tucking the blankets back under you so you were cocooned in.

“Tired, You should go, you’ll get sick” Suma adamantly shook her head, stepping forward to sit on the chair behind Tengen, Makio stood next to her, smoothing down your hair.

“We’ll be fine, we’ve been carefully watching our health, taking extra vitamins that Shinobu left for us, and keeping track of our temperature. Don’t worry about us, you still have to recover. We aren’t going anywhere until you are recovered” you hummed, relaxing back into the pillows.

“Y/N, look at me” Tengen, still held your hands, eyebrows pinched together as he glared at you. “Don’t do this again, if you are sick you have to tell one of us, you can’t hide something like this again. You could have died, what have I told you about this?” you shrunk under his words, feeling like a child being scolded.

“Tengen… She just woke up, can’t this wait?

“No, it’s okay” you removed your hand from his hold, resting it on top of them, running your thumb over the ridges of his knuckles. “M sorry. I didn’t think it was serious, just allergies until I coughed too much and then it was too late” He nodded, accepting your answer.

“Gods, you scared me. I know you're strong, I know you can handle yourself, but please rely on us if you need it, even if you have a sniffle. I can’t lose you, any of you, got that? I need all 4 of my flashy and daringly sexy spouses” He placed another kiss on the back of your hand. You gave him a weak smile, feeling your eyelids growing heavier.

“Let her sleep, she needs rest to recover. Tengen, we’ll let you stay, and then Hina?” Everyone nodded in agreement, Tengen taking up the seat next to your bed as Suma vacated the spot, leaving the room with the other 3 wives.

“Do you want to lay back down?” you yawned in response, accepting the help as Tengen lifted your torso, moving around the cushions so you were on your back once more. “Get some rest, we’ll be here when you wake up” you drifted off to the image of your husband's maroon eyes pinching in happiness.

218 notes - Posted February 2, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Welcome Home (M)

Warnings: PWP, SMUT, Minors DNI, impatient asf, creampie, crying, blowjobs, your king commands it.

The palace had been so quiet for months, the only news you heard being battle reports coming in from neighboring kingdoms.

“My lady, should we take a walk, I’m sure the fresh air should be good for you” Your maid, Shinobu wandered in from the back garden, carrying a new collection of flowers to replace the old ones next to your bed that had begun to wilt. “Rumor has it his majesty is returning soon, maybe he’ll be out when we walk. I’m sure he would be more than happy to see you after so long” you sighed again, watching the young woman move through the rooms.

“His majesty asked that I stay in the palace while he was gone” Shinobu nodded, accepting the answer you had given her every day since the king left for war 4 months ago.

“I understand my lady, please let me know if you need anything else. I will be in the kitchen’s” she bowed, taking the wilted flowers with her as she dismissed herself to the kitchen. Following her departure was another figure, hovering just outside your doorway. It made no move to enter, merely standing there until you noticed.

“Always so obedient, even when I'm not here” His voice reached the room before his body did, the long blonde and red hair showing up moments later as he stepped fully into the doorway.

“Your majesty! Forgive my surprise” you dropped into a bow as he looked down at you, eyebrows raised.

“There's something that I missed before I left and I needed to get it done as soon as I arrived, I apologize for not announcing my arrival” He walked up to you, hands snaking around your waist as he pulled on the fabric of your dress.

“Your majesty is th-”

“You can call me Kyojuro, no one is around, I sent everyone away” he smiled, brushing the stray hair out of your face before his hand found its way back on your hip. “I was thinking while I was away. The kingdom has no queen which I don’t want, a big risk for you. But I think the kingdom could use something else…” he trailed off, A smirk forming along his lips as he moved closer. His mouth found its spot on your neck, teeth tracing the flesh up to your ear, leaving chills in their wake. You gasped as he bit on the skin behind your ear, his favorite visible place to mark.

“I want you to strip for me sweetheart.” he kissed the spot he had just bruised, his lips moving over it as if sealing its place. He stepped back, already untying the sword on his hip before he moved towards one of the chairs off to the side, sitting down. He lifted an eyebrow at your hesitancy, the scar that cut through the right half of his face moving with them. You cleared your throat, cheeks burning as you did as you were told. Removing each piece of clothing that your maids had helped you into earlier that morning. Tossing each piece off to the side in a messy pile; as you began untying the last robe that hid your bare body you finally met Kyojuro’s dark eyes. He was quiet, eyes moving up and down your figure. You shivered at the intensity of his gaze as if he had already had you undressed before he got here.

“Leave that, that’s mine to remove” you dropped your hands from the loose strings, tingles beginning their rendezvous around your body as He finally removed himself from the chair, long strides meeting you in seconds before he had you, hands immediately finding purchase on your backside and mouth latching back onto your neck. You gasped in surprise at his roughness, the need evident in how he handled you.

“Your maje-” he cut you off with a low growl, making his way down your body, the looseness of the robe incredibly evident as he kissed down your chest, following the natural curve of your breasts. His mouth released your skin as he pulled back, pushing the fabric off of your shoulders and down your arms, exposing your top to the chill of the evening. You released a shaky breath, arousal making its way through you. You tugged on the sleeve of his robes, a request to remove them that was known only to him. He chuckled, letting go of your body only to shed his many top layers with the help of your needy fingers, eager to find their way down his body. You leaned forward, lips joining his own in a heated kiss, lips parting as he nipped at your bottom lip, his tongue immediately pushing into your mouth. A soft moan escaped your throat at the feeling of him. His hands were pulling at your body, squeezing flesh between his fingers as he mapped out every curve of the vast landscape. It wasn’t a secret to the rest of the palace that the king favored you. The other consorts were mere decoration, your palace almost always cleared as the king visited you. He had you memorized and you were the same way. He knew which spot had your toes curling, which area was shown off to the nobles the most in case he was feeling extra playful. Kyojuro pulled on your thigh, asking you to jump into him, legs wrapping around his waist as he held your bottom, supporting your weight against him.

“Bed” the words got lost between your lips but you felt Kyojuro moving towards the direction of the mattress anyways. He pulled away from your lips, leaving a kiss on your neck as he set you down on the bed.

“Kyojuro” you whined, already missing the feeling of him as he took a step back, eyes raking over your exposed figure.

“Patience my love, I have been gone too long to rush this” He smiled as he moved to hover over you, his hands taking their time untying the robe that was only covering your lower half at this point. He moved the fabric, slowly revealing the last of you that was hidden. You flushed, feeling embarrassed at the hungry look in his eyes. Leaning down he captured your lips again, quickly dominating your mouth as you leaned into him, moving up the bed so he could join you. “Beautiful, all of you” He mumbled against you, moving his lips down your jaw and back into your neck. He nudged your legs apart with his knee, hands already drawing circles along your inner thigh, causing you to squirm at the lack of attention where you needed him the most. You whined again, Hands pulling at his hair to get his attention. He raised his head, hands slowing as he looked up at you.

“I need you, I can’t wait” He licked his lips, tongue running over the swollen flesh.

“So impatient already” He sat back, pushing his pants down his thighs to where they rested against the top of his knee. You moved forward, already salivating at the sight of him, Hard and moist with precum that was leaking steadily from the tip. You wrapped your lips around him, suckling the tip before swallowing his girth. You relaxed your jaw, guiding his cock in your mouth. Bobbing your head you tried finding an even rhythm one that produced the best moans from Kyojuro. His fingers curled into your hair, holding back strands as you pulled off of his cock, licking a strip from the base to the tip before swallowing as much as you could without gagging.

“I won’t last with you like this” He let out a shaky sigh, head falling back as he gripped onto your hair, leading your head down his cock before dragging you off and pushing you back against the mattress. He positioned himself between your folds, scooting your legs further apart with his knees. Pumping his cock a few times before guiding himself towards your soaking middle. Your hips buck up at the contact, a desperate mewl slipping between your lips.

“What’s wrong baby?” Kyojuro chuckled at your eagerness, rubbing his cock teasingly against your clit, eliciting more eager moans from you.

“Kyo” you whined, leaning onto your elbows to glare at him through teary eyes.

“Alright, anything for you baby” He didn’t waste another breath before pushing in. You collapsed against the bed, crying out as he slid inside of you. “Fuck baby” He groaned, starting off at a quick pace. “Listen to you, I’ve barely started and you're already wetter than the Tenryū” Your thighs tried closing around Kyojuro on instinct, embarrassed by the lewd noises of your creation. He leaned down, hips slowing as he captured your mouth with his own, eliciting a breathless moan from you as you can feel the slow drag of his cock, each vein that protruded from his overwhelming length that scraped against your gummy walls, eliciting even more vulgar noises from you. Your hips bucked up against him instinctively, pulling a low groan out of him. His hips snapped forward in response, picking back up at a faster pace. Your hands found purchase on his back as he continued his onslaught of you, desperate to grip onto any form of reality between the haze of pleasure. High pitched moans filled the room as you drew closer, his thrust growing erratic as you clenched around him, chasing the end.

“Cum for me sweetheart, Your king wants it” The rough command between his labored breaths against your face was all you needed to come undone. You clawed at his back as you felt the coil that held your sanity together snap, Your thighs shook, overwhelmed as your orgasm washed over your entire body. His lips stuttered against your face as his hips slowed to a slow grind, a low moan ripping through his lips, forehead leaning against you while he rode his own high at the feeling of you squeezing so deliciously around him, Thrusting his thick cum deep into you.

“welcome home, your majesty” You breathed into his forehead as he collapsed next to you, finally kicking off the rest of his pants before pulling your sweat-soaked body into his own.

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most likely awkward sex moments with the hashira? we all know awkward stuff would def happen too, god have merci

You know the drill NSFW UNDER CUT

MINORS DNI(OR I TAKE KNEECAPS)

Kyojuro wasn't a fan of having sex outside of your shared home for a reason. You had 2 small glasses of sake not even enough to get you sloppy and swaying, but just enough to redden your cheeks and have you pawing at his ever-growing bulge the second you stepped foot into the guest bedroom at the Uzui estate. Kyojuro hesitated, not knowing if it was a good idea to partake in such lewd acts at his best friend's house. But who was he to resist your pout when he pulled your hands off of him. He was only human. So he let you have what you wanted, pulling him out of his hakama pants and getting straight to business. He struggled to keep himself quiet as you licked him up, sinful tongue digging teasingly into his cockhead just enough to have him let a whimper slip past his lips.

"c'mon babe, you don't have to be quiet were in the guest wing. 'wanna hear you" you mumbled, lazily stroking him as you looked up through your lashes, a wicked grin forming as you watched his resolve crumble, internal argument ultimately failing as you wrapped your lips back around him, giving a rather hard suck before engulfing him enough to have you gagging. The vibrations from your struggles to take him all in had his mind short-circuiting, low moans rumbling in his chest. You continued your ministrations, nails running teasingly over his shaky thighs as you bobbed your head. Kyojuro was quickly losing himself, feeling his orgasm fast approaching as his hands found purchase in your hair, tugging on your roots as he hit the back of your throat. "shi-shit baby 'm gonna." the sound of the sliding shoji doors had you pulling up, letting off of his cock with a loud 'pop' Tengen stood in the doorway, a shit-eating grin plastered on his face as he looked at the scene before him. Kyojuro Exe. has stopped working.

"haha, I didn't know my friend was such a loud one. Good job!"

Obanai is very careful with Sex, always making sure you are comfortable and nothing is breaking or in his way, no matter how much he wants to go ballistic and lose himself in the tight grip of your cunt. But, even after making sure everything is perfect before he loses himself in you, things can go wrong. Your moans bounced off the walls to your room, nails digging into the meat of your lover's shoulders as he hovered over you, hips pistoning against your own in a delicious rhythm. Obanai's grunts didn't go unheard, each breathy groan going straight to your sopping cunt, adding to the sticky fluids already coating yours and Obanai's thighs.

"c'mere" he grunted, arms lifting your torso from the mattress, pressing you against his chest as he sat back on his knees. "Want you to ride me baby, please?" You didn't hesitate to take the chance. Already pushing him down against the plush matress, watching him bounce and shift until he was comfortable before you climbed back over his hips, hands planting themselves firmly on his chest as he lined himself back against your sweet heat. You hissed at the new position, Obanais thick length rubbing all the right spots as you sank down on his length. He gripped the meat of your thighs as you ground against him, pushing him impossibly deeper into your sex.

"Thats it babygirl" he groaned under you, relishing in the way your eyes fluttered as his hips involuntarily bucked up into your sweet heat. You two got lost in pleasure too quick for your own good, its the reason neither of you noticed the movement behind Obanai's head, a familiar wiggling under the crumpled blankets.

"Oba, I'm so cl-ah!" the screech you let out wasn't out of pleasure and it caused Obanai to jumped up, immediately sitting up and encasing you in his arms. He looked at your panicked face, trying to check to make sure you were okay, even pulling at your limbs to see if something happened.

"Kaburamaru" was all you said, looking behind your boyfriend to the small white snake curled up in the warm spot where Obanai was just laying.

The mission was grueling for Tengen. He spent a whole week away from home, stuck in the swamps, trudging through ugly, dense forests and thigh-deep waters trying to find a damn low-level demon that could have easily been taken care of by a lower-rank slayer, not wasting his precious time. The time that could have been spent doing more productive things, like working on your stamina. Since your marriage began Tengen and you have been working hard, he wanted you to be able to keep up with him and his wives, you weren't a trained Shinobi like the four of them so your stamina was, as nicely as he could say it, severely lacking. He hadn't even introduced you to group sex yet, it had just been the two of you sharing the pleasure of each other, not that he was complaining. You were so compliant and such a quick learner, you were so eager, accepting anything he deemed important enough to add to the 'curriculum'

He sat back against the headboard, sweat caked against his silver bangs, sticking them to his forehead as he watched the scene in front of him. All of his spouses were enjoying themselves, tangled in a pile of limbs as they fawned over you. You had finally worked up the courage to ask to join, to tell everyone you felt ready, for everyone. They used Tengen's return as an opportunity to finally get you into bed, because who doesn't love coming home to 4 spouses ready and willing. The four of you had already been playing, Makio stating they were just 'prepping' you for his arrival, but everyone knew that was a lie. Suma was ecstatic, greedily pulling your lower body onto her face, tongue already falling out of her mouth as you swung a leg over her head.

"Tengen, love, don't you think she l-" Hinatsuru stopped as she looked over, Tengen wasn't paying attention anymore, he wasn't even awake. The scene was enough to have her doubling over in laughter, startling Makio who laid under her.

"Shut the fuck up, He Fell ASLEEP!?" Makio squealed.

Sanemi wasn't one for 'slow and steady' you knew that getting into a relationship with the wind pillar. But he had promised to make love to you, he promised with his whole heart that he would go slow, allow you to thoroughly enjoy him and his cock that your always so desperate for.

He is taking it slow now, this is the slowest he's ever gone, and your afraid you won't be able to last through the entirety of Sanemi's definition of slow.

"What's wrong sweetheart?" he teased, fingers caressing over your overly sensitive bud. "don't tell me your tired already? What about me love?" his petnames were poking fun at you, teasing. He was doing what you asked, so you should just be sitting back and enjoying it, not crying at the feeling of his fingers rubbing harsh circles on your clit.

"Sane-san" you stumbled over the words, trying to function enough to talk properly. You clawed at his hand, soaked in your previous four orgasms he had just pulled from you, a devious grin painted on his features as he looked down at you.

"What? come on love, you can say it. Use your words" You sputtered uselessly as he pulled away, soaked hand grabbing hold of his solid cock. He gave himself a few lazy pumps, scooting forward so his cock rested comfortable against your soaked cunt.

"You feel that baby? got me so fucking hard. You wanted it slow and now look, I don't know how many rounds it'll be till I'm fully satisfied, not when you look so dumb and I haven't even given you my cock. Look at me" You blinked up at him through tear soaked lashes, trying not to look down at the way he was shamelessly bucking against you, teasing your folds with his cock.

"Fuck, Sanemi!" you whined, making him pull back, a dark chuckle slipping past his lips as he bullied his way into your waiting hole. The way you moaned so salaciously had Sanemi seeing white as he fully sheathed himself in you. He relished in the way you cried out at the feeling of his cock. It was quick, the way his orgasm rocked through him, surprising him as he cam just at the sound of your cries and the feeling of your tight little cunt invitingly sucking him in.

As he came down, flushed face finally focusing on the surprised look painting your own features.

"This little pussy" he tried to play off his surprise orgasm with a shallow thrust, distracting you enough with the way your head fell back against the matress under you.

A/N - You only get my top four because my brain literally can't think anymore. I'll do a part 2 with the other 3 eventually. Also I did not mean to make Sanemi's so long, I promise, it just happened

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Midnight Snack

Warnings: fluff, Daddy Obanai Hour, Manga Spoilers?!

“What are you doing out here? It’s late and cold” You looked away from the rusting flowers, flowing with the wind that carved a path between the stalks. Your husband stood behind you, wrapped tightly in the thick quilt you kept on the bed. His black hair was a mess, pointing in every direction from tossing around in his sleep. Different colored eyes squinted down at you before he sat down next to you, tossing half the blanket around your shoulders so you squeezed in it with him, sharing the warmth. “Is it okay for you to be out here in the cold like this?” he gestured towards your stomach, the small bump that had been growing for 5 whole months. You chuckled.

“Of course, just because I'm pregnant doesn’t mean I'll freeze. I got too hot actually, and I'm hungry. I really want miso soup” He blinked, confused.

“You want miso soup before the sun has even begun to rise?” You nodded. Since you had learned that you were suddenly and very surprisingly carrying a child, your cravings had been keeping you up, almost weekly. Obanai had thankfully taken time off following the news of your pregnancy and has been at your side for every single craving, carefully easing you into pregnancy. With a sigh he moved to get up, sliding off the engawa to his feet. Holding a hand out he helped you to your feet, holding tightly to your hand and arm in case you lost balance with your ever-growing tummy. “Come on, Let’s get you the soup then” He pulled the dyed quilt tighter around your form, keeping you snug. His eyebrows were furrowed in concentration, scared face full of concentration as he made sure you were properly wrapped before he took your hand again, leading you back into the house.

Soft steps padded around the kitchen, accompanied by the steady bubbling of broth on the stovetop. Obanai was careful in his movements as he carried around the plate of diced tofu and cut onions, moving them closer to the stove to add to his simmering broth. You watched from the island, mouth salivating at the delicious smell that had been itching your taste buds since you first laid in bed hours earlier. You sat patiently as he bowled it up, wrapping it in a towel to prevent you from burning your fingers as he carried it over, setting a spoon down next to it.

“Here” he turned back to the stove, putting the leftovers in containers to save for later when your craving came back. You wasted no time before digging in, blowing on the hot soup for a few seconds before gulping it down, You let out a moan at the flavor, so warming and hearty, Hiroki enjoyed it too, flutters of movement, almost like a swarm of butterflies having a party in your stomach. The movement made you jump, letting out a

giggle at the feeling.

“Love?” you looked up, your husband's worried face greeting you as he looked down at your stomach. “Is everything okay?” You nodded.

“I can feel him sometimes, Shinobu said that I would be able to, too, I'm not used to it though. He likes the soup Obanai, thank you my dear” you let out another chuckle, running a loving hand over the curve of your stomach. If Obanai could engrain this image in his head for the rest of his life, he would. The image of his flawless wife, caressing the stomach that carried their child, one made from love and joy, from neverending happiness and utter bliss. He wanted to remember this until he took his last breath, the image of you. He never thought it was possible, to be able to be loved and love another like this, especially coming from his family. But you proved him very wrong.

"Of course, finish up so we can go back to bed" the scars that pulled on his lips stretched as he smiled, turning back to finish cleaning up.

~

The bed was still warm when you finally wandered back to it, kaburamaru was still fast asleep, cushioned underneath Obanais pillow to stay warm. You plopped into bed, having given up trying to be graceful with a growing baby bump. Obanai let out a snort of laughter, shaking his head as he wrapped himself back up in the blankets, moving his white snake out from under his pillow so they didn't get squished. Kaburamaru blinked awake, letting her tongue flick out a few times before she settled around his neck, giving him space to pull you close.

"Alright Hiroki, let us go to bed now" he scolded your stomach, patting your belly before resting his hand on the hump. You could feel his palms were warm, even through the fabric of your nightdress, the warmth he provided was a welcome comfort, one that lured you and your satiated cravings back to sleep.

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Who gives the best creampies? Tengen and Rengoku most def stuff you to the brim.

Hehehe

NSFW under cut. MinorS DNI(or I take kneecaps)

I mean idk if I can rank who gives the best. Everyone is different everyone enjoys different things. But Tengen and Kyojuro are definitely at the top.

Kyojuro cums in you to get you pregnant. He's not pulling out until he's satisfied with the thought that you will be carrying his child within a week. No matter how much you're already overstimulated and crying to him about pulling out, he won't. He's staying right there, balls deep in your cunt.

"finally gonna make you a mommy, huh? Keep you stuffed until you swell with my child" and when you respond with a pathetic whimper? Game over. Round 45. Lets goooo

Tengen is someone who immediately pulls out after coming in you. Watching with glee as your pathetic cunt flutters around nothing. He doesn't hesitate as soon as he sees his cum start leaking out. Fingers already scooping it up and stuffing it back in. Ignoring your cries of 'too much'

"what? You're just going to let it go to waste after all your begging? Come on babydoll, I know you don't want to do that"

Sanemi doesn't stop once he cums. He has too much pent-up to let you go after one round. If you end up pregnant after he fills you with load after load, that's a problem for later. Right now he's too busy getting lost in the way your pussy grips him like a vice. Asking for his cum, especially while you beg for it. God he loves when you beg, especially if you're already crying from overstimulation and he's not stopping. Babygirl you better be ready. Because this is an all-night event.

Gyomei. My sweet boy. My sweet oversized, baby boy. He got way too lost in the feeling of you to even realize that he had cum in you, hips steady moving, showing no sign of stopping even though he had already cum. It wasn't until you whimpered out a pathetic 'Mei, hurts' that his cloud of pleasure burst and he realized what was happening. He made up for his accidental overstimulation though, with a nice long bath and cuddles <3

Obanai is the pull-out king. Pregnancy and having a child filled with his blood, his disgusting family's blood, it scares the shit out of him. he refuses to finish in you until you are married and are in the process of actively begging him to give you a baby. Until then, hope you enjoy being a canvas because baby, he will paint any part he wants.

Giyu just got a little too caught up in the heat of the moment, nodding along with all your little whines and pleads. He would let you do anything as long as you kept bouncing on his cock like that.

"Don't wanna pull off" you cry, hips grinding down against his, hard enough to have him let out an exasperated sigh of pleasure, head falling back. "don't" he whines, grip tightening on your hips as you continue your rhythmic bouncing on his lap.

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Wanderer

Notes: This is Not Reader x Muichiro. It's just mainly about him. Reader is married to Gyomei. (I just like Muichiro's banner more)

It was another long day, things just weren’t going the way you wanted. You burnt yourself on the cheesecake pan trying to unmold it far too early, which led to dropping the cheesecake. Then while your husband helped bandage your palm you flinched and hit him in the nose. It wasn't hard enough to make him bleed and he even giggled, but you felt terrible. Yeah, your husband was close to the size of a giant, but you still smacked him in the nose, enough to make his head go back. Following your disaster in the kitchen, you decided to check on the small herb garden your husband had been growing, making sure they had been watered, only to discover little parasites crawling all over the Basil leaves. You huffed, annoyed, and over it all. The sun was barely past its peak and you were ready to go back to bed. But when you stomped back into the house you were greeted with an unexpected sight. The mist pillar was sat at your table, hazy eyes looking at all the knick-knacks you had decorating the shelves and taking up counter space. “Muichiro? What are you doing here?” he turned. “The crow asked me to follow. Why do you ask?” “nothing, just surprised to see you” he nodded once, seemingly satisfied with the answer before turning back towards the shelf in front of him, the one with all of your family heirlooms you had been gifted at your wedding. He hummed a quiet tune to himself, disorganized as his memory was, he could carry the tune quite well. It was a song you often heard at festivals back home, almost a party theme song at this point. You stepped forward, ready to question the mist hashira so you could help him only to stop in your tracks. The back of his head was a mess, his hair tangled and the beginning of a few mats forming towards the middle of his long hair. You were sure it hadn't been washed if it had been left long enough to begin to mat like this. He had such long hair and you often wondered how he took care of it, but here was your answer, he didn’t. “Muichiro?” he turned back around again, eyes narrowing like he was examining you. “Did you need help with your hair?” His eyes widened at the question, a hand coming up to pat his head. “What will you do to it?” his glare was sizing you up, trying to determine if you meant well or if you were going to strangle him with his own locks of hair. “Muichiro, do you remember the last time you bathed?” he looked taken back by the question, eyes widening momentarily before he lost himself in thought, nose scrunching as he avoided eye contact. “I don’t remember” he shrugged, unbothered. “Okay, why don’t you wash up, and then I can help you wash your hair and we can brush it, okay?” he gave you a final glare before hesitantly nodding, unsure of himself as he rose from your table, following you towards your bathroom.

Muichiro stood awkwardly next to your bathtub as you filled it, checking the water to make sure it wasn’t too hot before deciding it was good. You turned back towards the boy, taking in his full appearance. His pants were dirty, soil and leaves stained his knees and the ends of his pants, and his socks were also stained. At this look you decided he hadn’t bathed in days, hasn’t even changed his uniform, in days. This would happen, it certainly wasn’t the first time Ginko brought him to your house, deeming you and Gyomei good enough to take care of their beloved master. “I’ll go get you some clothes, I should have some extras from last time, just get in and start washing up, I’ll be back.” He simply nodded, already beginning to unbutton his uniform. You exited the bathroom, being careful not to shut the door too loud so you would startle the boy on the other side. “Sweetheart?” You jumped, spinning around to greet your husband. He was in his own uniform, adjusting his sleeves. “Is Muichiro here again? I thought I heard him” you looked back at the door. “Yes, he said Ginko led him here, he was in the kitchen this time” Gyomei nodded, huffing as the button on his dress shirt came undone again. “Let me help, do you have a mission?” he held out his arm while shaking his head. “Genya is on his way, I just got word so I figured I would meet him, he took down 3 demons last night so I figured we could go get some steaks from the market, you know that one guy with the daughter? The one who just lost his wife? Anyways, I’m sure Muichiros is hungry as well. Did you want help? We can come back instead” you patted his arm once you finished fixing his sleeves, letting him know you were done. “No I’ll be okay, you know how last time went, you almost poked his eyes out helping him wash his hair. I can handle it, don’t worry. Plus I'm not sure Genya is okay with seeing his friend like this so go and have fun, make sure Genya is watching closely, you know how that guy is, he may have good deals but his daughter is a pickpocket.” Gyomei let out a hearty laugh, patting the hand you had resting on his arm before leaning down. You let out a chuckle of your own, standing on your toes to plant a kiss on his cheek. “Be careful with your hand, okay? If it hurts wait until I get back” “Yeah, yeah, go get my son while I take care of the other one” he smiled and nodded, walking back the way he came. He was worried, especially after the way you cried on his shoulder after accidentally hitting him. But he trusted you more than he trusted himself.

Getting back to the task at hand you went to Genya’s room, heading straight for the closet where you had a small chest tucked in the back. Inside held a few spare Yukata and even a spare uniform for when Muichiro wandered into your house, dirty and confused. Pulling out one of the yukata you closed the chest and went back to the bathroom. You knocked. “Muichiro? I have your clothes” “Okay,” his voice was quiet through the door. “May I come in, are you done washing?” The door opened, Muichiro stood in the doorway, already wrapped in one of your fluffy towels, his hair dripping all over your floor as he stood blinking at you. “Oh, okay. Sit on the stool and I’ll help you with your hair” He nodded turning towards the little wooden stool next to your tub. You placed the clothing on the counter, digging under the sink for your brush and some hair oil. The first time Muichiro ever came to your house Ginko stayed, streaming at Gyomei to clean Muichiro. He had brought the young man to you, asking why Ginkgo had been squawking his ear off about bathing him. One look at the Mist pillars' disheveled state gave you all you needed to know. It took you almost an hour to brush out the week's worth of tangled and matting in the boy's hair. His hair was long and it was thick, dry, and flaky from his lack of care. When he was brought back in the same state a month later you had asked Genya to get your own hair oils, using almost the whole bottle trying to hydrate and save Muichiro’s damaged and neglected hair. You’ve learned, that it’s become routine for the kid to show up unannounced. Sometimes Genya brings him to you, asking for help, sometimes you just stumble upon him, much like today. “You were humming earlier Mui, do you like music?” he was quiet as you began to brush through his hair, starting at the ends of his neverending hair. Your bandaged hand held his hair, the baby strands pushing against the gauze on your hand. You flinched at the initial feeling, getting used to the uncomfortable rub of the fabric against your sensitive skin. "Are you hungry, Mui?" He made a noise which you took as a yes, and nodded even though he couldn't see you. "You remind me of a rabbit. You're so soft and sweet." He mumbled, suddenly fidgeting in his seat as you approached a baby mat. "I'm sorry mui. It's either this or I cut your hair" he instantly stopped moving "I'm trying to be gentle, I'm sorry" a comfortable silence fell between the two of you as you continued your assault on his hair. This is how it had been whenever he came. Almost a routine between you two. As much as Gyomei and Genya were out on missions or training, It was nice to have someone to sit with. You even got to the point where he remembers you, which is amazing considering he still forgets where his house is. He would sit quietly, only talking when you asked him a question, none that required a lot of thinking because it tires him out. (you learned that after the first time he fell asleep and almost face-planted on your tub)

You were on the final stretch of Muichiros hair when Gyomei knocked on the door "We're back, did you need help?" Muichiros turned around towards the door. "If you don't mind bringing me the hair clip on the dresser that would be great" Silence followed in what you assumed was his departure, turning your attention back to the final section of hair before you dumped him back in the water and rinsed out the conditioner you had been brushing through. You take in the relaxed posture Muichiro has, shoulder slumped and chin resting against his sternum. His curious and confused eyes fluttered every once in a while before his head lifts momentarily, falling back against his chest with a bounce. He’s almost fully comfortable enough to fall asleep, if you weren’t trying to wrestle with his tangles he would probably be asleep. There's another knock on the door that brings you out of the trance of repetitive motions. “May I come in?” You leaned forward to look at Muichiro who gives you a hesitant nod. “Yes, come in Mei” Your husband walks through the door, two oversized blue claws stuck in his fist. “I didn’t know which one you wanted” you look down at the mass of long hair in front of you. “Both are perfect, thank you, Mei. Are you and Genya going to begin cooking?” he gives you a pointed look. “Is Genya going to cook?” Gyomei sighs “He’s already started, Ever since you taught him even the basics he won’t stop” You laughed, pulling the comb away from the boy in front of you so you didn’t accidentally stab him in your laughter. “That’s fine, we’ll be out soon, just go relax, maybe set up the table with four places. Oh, actually, can you set up an extra Futon in Genya’s room?” Gyomei nodded before excusing himself, shutting the door carefully behind him. “Almost done Muichiro, a final comb through and then I’m going to rinse it and pin it out of your face for the night.It was another 20 minutes before you emerged from the bathroom, heading straight for your room for dry clothes. Gyomei sat on your futon, folding one of the extra blankets up.

“Are you done?” you hummed, heading for the wardrobe. “Yup, I even got the front pieces out of his face, he’s finishing drying off and changing. Did you set up Genya’s room?” “Yes, and The table is set up with 4 places. Genya is excited to have Muichiro over, I’m afraid we won’t be up early for training” the wrinkles between your husband's brows had you giggling behind your hand. You continued catching up as you changed, speaking about Genya’s recent success and Muichiro almost falling asleep while you brushed through his hair. Tucked into fresh clothes and hand wrapped in your husband's own you finally emerged to the dining room where Genya was finishing up setting out dinner. “It’s almost done! I’m just finishing up the potatoes” HE smiled, flicking a strand of black hair out of his face. “What’s that smell?” wandering in behind you was Muichiro, dressed in one of Genya’s smaller robes, the light blue and purple fabrics were a good match for the clips holding the front half of his hair in two pigtails. He looked his age for once, so young and childish, you wanted to wrap him up and protect him from everything, but alas. He wasn’t yours to keep. He would just have to keep wandering back.

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Crush on you

Part 1 here

Screaming in the halls had you wincing at your desk, no matter how long you worked at the school you never got used to the screaming and the yelling. You were past grade school, so why were they still screeching? “So… The fire chief, huh?” Sanemi, the math teacher leaned over your cubicle, looking over the rim of his glasses at you. “I don’t know what you’re talking about” “Don’t play coy, Senjuro was hanging out with my brother last night, wouldn’t shut up about it” you cursed under your breath. Of course, Senjuro wouldn't be able to keep his mouth shut about your fresh relationship. Your boyfriend's little wingman had been beaming with pride since the day of your first date. “Figured he would tell everyone” Sanemi laughed, throwing his head back with a hearty cackle. “He’s a good guy, built. I’m surprised, I thought you had a thing for the daycare guy” “Gyomei? He’s sweet and he watches my niece like a hawk but no, I do not have the hots for the daycare owner.” he hummed, unimpressed. “Miss Y/N?” Looking around your cubicle, Senjuro stood in the doorway of the office. “Senjuro, what can I help you with?” He was wringing his hands in his uniform shirt, obviously nervous about what he came to ask about. You looked back to Sanemi who shrugged and walked away, back to his own cubicle. “I have a question” He walked up to your desk, standing next to your chair, “Genya told me to ask you if it's possible if you can tutor us at my house since you dating my brother and everything, I figured you’d be at our house anyways” He let out an awkward laugh, anxiety pooling in his words as he continued to tug at his usually neat uniform shirt. You looked behind the young boy toward Sanemi who quickly turned back to his own desk, clearly not eavesdropping. Clearing your throat you replied. “I’m sorry Senjuro, you know I don't do private tutoring and my relationship with your brother is completely separate from you as my student. The honors club provides free tutoring after school in the science lab on Thursdays.” you smiled, trying not to sound like such a hard-ass but trying to draw the line. “Okay, thank you miss Y/N” he bowed, running back into the hall where Genya was waiting. “Your brother is trying to get me fired” you shot at Sanemi, making him let out a laugh. “I’m not the one sleeping with the fire chief” he shrugged, focusing on his assignments to grade.“You know Senjuro hasn’t shut up about us. He tried getting extra tutoring, I guess he was bragging to Genya and now Sanemi knows” your boyfriend chuckled, patting your hand that sat on his center console.

“I know, Sanemi told Obanai, who told Mitsuri, who has told everyone. Got to work this morning and all the guys were applauding” you laughed “Who would have known, that us dating would be the talk of the town.” Putting the car in park Kyojuro turned to you, brushing a hair out of his face before speaking. “Well, you did bag the most eligible bachelor in town.” he waggled his eyebrows, quickly escaping the car to avoid your eye roll. “I know, who are all the grandmas going to set their grandkids up with now?” the two of you laughed as you stepped out of the car, heading into the bar. “There they are!! The couple of the century!!” Mitsuri cheered lifting her colorful drink as your small group of friends cheered. It was a surprise learning that the two of you shared friends but never met up previously, but to be honest, Mitsuri had been trying to set you up for a while, you were just stubborn. “If you guys get married you think the whole town will come?” You scoffed as you sat “We’ve been dating almost two months, relax” “I know she’s as excited as Senjuro” Sanemi snickered into his glass before downing the rest of his drink. Obanai sat between the two of them glaring at Giyu and Shinobu who sat on the other side of Mitsuri. “Well, I’ve been trying for so long, KYojuro saw Y/N once at the cafe and then kept aski-” “Alright there Mitsuri, let's slow down on the drinks, huh?” Kyojuro chuckled nervously, sliding her drink towards him and away from her. “Ah, no. That’s my first one dick” she spit, tugging her drink out of his hand and towards her. “You asked about me?” You turned towards your boyfriend, his cheeks already red and he wasn’t even drinking yet. “Well, you know. Curious about Mitsuri’s friends outside of the usual” Obanai scoffed this time obviously not buying the lie. “Right, because asking Mitsuri about her ‘cute friend’ you’ve somehow never seen before and asking if she’s single is just friendly” OBanai smirked,m leaning back in his chair. Kyojuro shrunk in his own chair, sending a glare towards the florist before looking back at you. “That’s cute, you had a little crush on me before you even came to my classroom? Oh my, Kyojuro, did you ask Senjuro about me as well?” the blush on his cheek somehow darkened, almost lighting his face ablaze with embarrassment. “I-yes. But he was already talking about you, I just never realized it was you. It’s usually my father that goes to his school things but then he retired and he needed someone for career day” he let out an uneven breath. “Babe, relax. It’s cute, I’m flattered. I would be a hypocrite if I said I never asked Mitsuri about you.” “Gross” Interrupting the obvious lovey aura between you and your lover Sanemi snorted, rolling his eyes before rising from the table with his glass. “I’m glad you have a crush on me because i have one on you”

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Talk to Me

Part 1 here

Warnings: Illness, mentions of IV, description of illness and effects, mentioned weight and weight loss, Mention of death

It was 2 days before your fever broke. 2 days of all 4 spouses switching out of the chair at your bedside, taking turns dabbing your forehead, and talking through your fever-induced stupor. Shinobu sent kakushi over after the first night, having to leave on a mission that night. Tengen was beyond himself, slowly losing his grasp on sanity as he watched your pale face toss around in the sheets, soaked in your sweat as you mumbled incoherent sentences in response to his words. Your wives were the rocks, keeping him sane while keeping their own spirits high, leaving no room for doubt to creep in about your recovery.

“Suma?” Your voice was hoarse, scratchy, and uncomfortable as you looked down at the figure asleep on your arm, hunched over the bedside. She jumped at the noise, hair flying up as she met your eyes, less foggy than they had been the past few days.

“Y/N!” she screeched, apologizing as you winced, slowly lifting a hand to pat her head, a weak smile gracing your lips. You looked frail, likely to break at the smallest inconvenience, the fever and lack of fluids or food quickly tore your already weakened body up. Your cheeks had sunk slightly, eyebags heavy as you tried to sit up. “Slow down, let me help” She stood, wrapping an arm around your back and holding your arms as she pulled you up to a sitting position, moving pillows so you were propped up.

“Thanks” you coughed, rubbing at your dry throat, wincing at the pain that one movement caused you.

“I’ll go grab a kakushi, your IV probably needs to be changed and now that you're awake they should know, stay here okay?!” She rushed out of the room, afraid you would suddenly find all the strength you had lost these past 3 days, and run out of the room, frolicking in the back gardens. You stared at the IV bag situated next to your bed, hooked up to a cart that held what you assumed was medications and a water basin, a wet cloth laid next to it, soaking the cart top. The IV was dripping steadily as you watched it, flowing through the tube into your hand where they attached it.

“Mrs. Uzui! I am so relieved to see you awake, how are you feeling?” You shrugged.

“My throa-” you broke into a fit of coughs, the kakushi rushed to your side, letting the rest of your family file in behind them. Patting your back they handed you a glass of water that Suma had brought with her. They held your head as you greedily choked down the water, ignoring the flames that ripped through your throat at each gulp.

“There you are, do you mind bringing a pitcher of water in here? Your throat is going to be very dry from the heavy drugs we’ve been giving you to try and break your fever, pneumonia is a heavy illness, it takes a lot. Do you feel like you may want to eat, some soup? Or maybe just some broth?” you shook your head, not ready for anything other than water.

“M tired” you mumbled, dragging the blankets back up to your chin.

“Of course, I’ll change your water bag here and leave you alone, your spouses have been very worried about you” all four of them hovered near the door of your bedroom, anxiously watching you talk with the kakushi, Tengen translating everything you were saying to the girls, he was the only one who could hear your quiet voice. You watched as they removed the iv bag, replacing it with a fresh and full one before dismissing themselves with one final check of you, rechecking your temperature to make sure it was semi-normal before leaving you with your spouses.

“C’mere” you whispered, wearily raising a hand to beacon them closer. Tengen practically ran to your side, pushing everyone forward so he could squeeze through and drop to his knees next to the bed. He grasped your hand in both of his, bringing your cold fingertips to his lips, leaving kisses all over your hand, You let out a weak chuckle in response.

“Hi beautiful, I’m glad to see you awake and actually paying attention, how do you feel. Hinatsuru sat on the bed near your feet, tucking the blankets back under you so you were cocooned in.

“Tired, You should go, you’ll get sick” Suma adamantly shook her head, stepping forward to sit on the chair behind Tengen, Makio stood next to her, smoothing down your hair.

“We’ll be fine, we’ve been carefully watching our health, taking extra vitamins that Shinobu left for us, and keeping track of our temperature. Don’t worry about us, you still have to recover. We aren’t going anywhere until you are recovered” you hummed, relaxing back into the pillows.

“Y/N, look at me” Tengen, still held your hands, eyebrows pinched together as he glared at you. “Don’t do this again, if you are sick you have to tell one of us, you can’t hide something like this again. You could have died, what have I told you about this?” you shrunk under his words, feeling like a child being scolded.

“Tengen… She just woke up, can’t this wait?

“No, it’s okay” you removed your hand from his hold, resting it on top of them, running your thumb over the ridges of his knuckles. “M sorry. I didn’t think it was serious, just allergies until I coughed too much and then it was too late” He nodded, accepting your answer.

“Gods, you scared me. I know you're strong, I know you can handle yourself, but please rely on us if you need it, even if you have a sniffle. I can’t lose you, any of you, got that? I need all 4 of my flashy and daringly sexy spouses” He placed another kiss on the back of your hand. You gave him a weak smile, feeling your eyelids growing heavier.

“Let her sleep, she needs rest to recover. Tengen, we’ll let you stay, and then Hina?” Everyone nodded in agreement, Tengen taking up the seat next to your bed as Suma vacated the spot, leaving the room with the other 3 wives.

“Do you want to lay back down?” you yawned in response, accepting the help as Tengen lifted your torso, moving around the cushions so you were on your back once more. “Get some rest, we’ll be here when you wake up” you drifted off to the image of your husband's maroon eyes pinching in happiness.

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Growing pains

Warnings: Snake abuse(I do not condone this)

I had to repost this because half of the story got deleted, but it's all here now

Shinya and Seina Shinazugawa, 2 gifts from the god himself, Sanemi. You were overjoyed to find out you were carrying not just one, but two children. Sanemi was equally excited to see you carrying his children, he finally would have a family after so long. He was protective as ever as the months passed and you grew bigger and fuller with the 2 humans growing inside you. He was all you could wish for in a husband, during and even after the delivery of your children, attentive, loving, and overall perfect. The children, however, were a nightmare.

“Shinya! Put that down and stop terrorizing your sister!” You scolded your son, reaching to grab the worm he had dangled over his sister, a wicked grin plastered on his face. “That’s not nice, you know she doesn’t like worms, apologize to her” He looked up at you, a baffled expression as you arched a brow, waiting for him to apologize.

“It’s not my fault she's a cry baby” He scoffed, just like his father would, turning his back on you so he could go back to digging in the garden.

“Shinya Shinazugawa come here right now before I get your father out here. You will not speak to me like that, nor will you speak of your sister like that. She did nothing wrong and only asked if she could play with you. Now apologize or you aren’t allowed to go see uncle Tengen with your father tomorrow” The young carbon-copy of your husband paused in his steps, swerving on his heel with wide eyes.

“Mom! You know that Itsuki promised to take me to the graves tomorrow!” You waited as he stood there, arms crossed familiarly. He continued to pout, stuck in a stare-off as your daughter clung to your leg. You sighed, stooping up your sniffling daughter and turning to go inside. You heard Shinya huff behind you as you approached the house, ignoring his tantrum as he kicked around what you presumed to be the bucket of dirt he had.

“What happened?!” Sanemi came rushing forward as you approached the study where he was looking over some letters from the corps. He smoothed back his daughter's long white hair, whipping the tears off of her face as she gave him her best puppy dog eyes.

“Shinya put a worm in my face daddy! He’s a big meanie!” she wailed, throwing her head into your shoulder to cry.

“Shinya won’t apologize to Seina so he’s not going to Tengen's with you tomorrow. He can stay here and clean with me, take Seina instead, she’s so great at helping out Suma and Makio. They are both due any second and I'm sure they could use the help, especially with Itsuki and Irene” Sanemi cooed at his daughter, rubbing a warm hand over her back as she continued to cry, but he was nodding so you hoped he listened.

“I’ll try to talk to him, he’s been moody lately, he can’t be hitting manhood at 5 right?” you shrugged, you had the same amount of experience as him in the parent department.

“Seina? Sweetie, why don’t you go with daddy and talk to Shinya, okay? Maybe if you both make up we can try to make that cake that uncle Giyu told us about, huh? How does that sound?” she lifted her head, wiping the snot off her face with her palm before rubbing it on her kimono.

“Okay!”

“Okay, but only if you two are good for daddy, he’ll tell me if you two weren’t” she nodded as you placed her on the floor, watching as she followed her father, a copy and paste, side by side down the hallway. You let out an exhausted sigh, raising twin toddlers was an exhausting feat, you were beyond lucky your husband was retired, leaving you more than able to spoil your family, but it didn’t help with the lack of energy you had. You wandered into the living room, picking up the stuffed animals and wooden blocks thrown out of the toy chest Sanemi had built shortly after the birth of your two bundles of joy. Shinya was pretty good at picking up after himself, at 5 years old he was a neat freak, unlike his sister who threw anything around before she moved on to destroy the next room. She left a trail wherever she went. Screeching interrupted your small cleaning session, throwing your heart in overdrive as you dropped everything and rushed outside towards the noise.

“Seina, calm down! Shinya put the snake down NOW!” Sanemi’s temper flared as his daughter clung to his leg, hiding behind his hakama pants as her brother swung around a garden snake.

“Mommy! He did it again!” Seina ran towards you as you descended the porch stairs. Sanemi took the opportunity to crouch down and scold your son as he threw the snake into your hydrangea bush.

“You don’t treat animals like that and you don’t treat your sister like that! What is your problem Shinya? Why are you torturing her today? Huh?” He was practically growling in your son's face, his own face turning red as he tried-and failed-to reign in his temper.

“Sanemi” you warned, holding your daughter's hand as you approached the scene. Shinya looked between you and your husband, eyes tearing up before he turned away with a scoff, so much like his father. You dropped your daughter's hand, crouching down next to your husband, hoping your son would notice the movement.

“Shinya, what’s wrong? Did something hurt your feelings? Are you okay?” your softer voice made Shinya turn his head back towards you, blinking away the tears as you looked at him. He sniffled, trying his best not to seem like he was getting ready to have a meltdown as he wiped his nose on his sleeve, smearing snot across his cheek. “Come here sweetheart, what's wrong?” he immediately ran into your arms as you opened them, tucking his face into your shoulder as he let out a shuddered breath. You ran your hand over his back, softly shushing him as he sniffled. Sanemi was calmer as you looked at him, worry overtaking his features as he watched your son cry on your shoulder. Seina walked in front of all of you, laying a small hand on her brother's shoulder.

“Shinya, I’m sorry” her lisp was worse as tears pooled in her eyes, thickening her words as she watched her brother cry. “Don’t cry, it’s okay. I can play by myself” she let out her own sniffle, removing her hand as Shinya lifted his head, turning to look at Sanemi and Seina. He stared at them through flooded eyes before turning back to you.

“I want to show Seina all the things I find but she doesn’t like them and you guys yell at me. I don’t like it, I think their cool” your eyes flicked to Seina before returning to Shinya

“Well Sweetheart, she's scared of them and you know that. You are a very brave boy, just like your daddy but Seina is like me and she is scared of a lot of things. How about this” you adjusted your position, plopping onto your butt so Shinya sat in your lap, looking up at you as you freed your hands.

“How about we help your sister so she's less afraid of the things you like, okay? Like the caterpillars and worms. We can go to the library and read about them and show Seina that they won’t hurt her, and we can even learn more about them! Then when she wants you can show her all the worms you want, but only when she wants. If she says she doesn’t like something you can’t shove it in her face and make her like it, that’s not nice and it scares her more.” Shinya sniffled some more, wiping at the tears and snot running down his face. “I promise I won’t yell at you for this anymore if you promise me you won’t shove anything your sister doesn’t like in her face like worms” he nodded

“Can we go to the library tomorrow?”

“I thought we were going to Uncle Tengen's?” Sanemi butt in

“I want to learn about the worms, so I can show Seina and Itsuki all about them, and then we can learn about the snakes and the turtles!” He turned around to face his sister.

“Do you want to learn about them?” her eyes widened momentarily before she sheepishly nodded, twisting her hands in her kimono.

“Can we learn about butterflies too?” you chuckled

“Let's learn about something different each week? Okay? This week we can start with worms, and then next week we can do butterflies. One week something Shinya wants and the next week something Seina wants, does that sound good?” The twins nodded, Seina crawling into Sanemi’s lap as he sat quietly.

“That’s a good idea, should we ask Tengen if Itsuki and Irene can come as well, little trips to learn?” you hummed in agreement, letting Shinya go as he crawled out of your lap and turned to his sister.

“Do you want to go play with the ball?”

“Okay!” Seina hopped off of Sanemi’s lap and trotted behind her brother as they ran off. Sanemi let out a sigh, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you close to him.

“They change their minds so quick” He huffed, resting his chin on your shoulder.

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The Best

Obanai had never expected fatherhood to be such a joy, but here he was watching you sit with your four-year-old son while they rambled about who knows what after a day playing with Tengen’s own twin boys. Parenthood had done the two of you good, stabilizing a fragile existence after the 15-hour battle that left the two of you scarred and unstable. It was the way you two relied on each other afterward, never leaving the other's side, gripping to reality through the other. But then you started getting sick, and then the weight gain. It wasn’t until you started actually showing a baby bump did the two of you register what was happening. The pregnancy brought you two fully into reality, accepting things as they were and knowing there was no going back, you survived and now it was time to move forward. You both thrived as parents, knowing that the world was safe and the largest danger you would be facing is toddler tantrums. Two pillars now parents, the concept was almost funny.

~

“Babe, do you think he’s been good enough?” Pulling him from his thoughts was you, looking up at him from where you sat, head tilted in question. “I’m sorry?” you scoffed a smile playing with your lips as you looked down at your son. “Daddy’s not listening, I think we should just go, huh?” “Yes! Let’s go!” your son squealed, immediately shooting up from his place on the ground and running to the front door. “What’s happening?” Obanai questioned, helping you stand. “Ice cream. Come on” you tugged at his hand, heading to where your toddler stood, shoes already on his feet as he bounced happily.

“What flavor do you want, Rohan?” he looked at the pictures on the board, eyes scanning over the writing like he knew what it said. “Chocolate sprinkles and gummies!” he practically screamed, smiling brightly at his father whose arms he sat in. You ordered everyone's treats, stepping aside as your order was prepared and turning to your small family. “So Rohan, how was your day with Haru and Botan?” Obanai was swaying back and forth with his son, a habit he formed when he was still a baby, swaddled in an all too familiar striped blanket. “Haru got the coolest power ranger, momma said if I can go to preschool without having a fit she’ll get me one” you turned away from the pointed look Obanai gave you, a silent scolding over you bribing your son to go to school. “Oh yeah? That’s nice of her. Was Uncle Tengen nice to you?” “Yeah! He gave us popsicles and kissed Botans boo boo when we were playing hide ‘n seek” your son gave a thumbs up, turning towards where you were returning with ice cream cups clutched in your hands.“So, Rohan, do you have the paper I gave you for daddy?” you smiled at your son, wiping at the ice cream smeared all of his cheeks. He made a noise of acknowledgment before digging into his pocket, ducking away from the wet wipe in your hand while he struggled.

“Paper?” “Just wait” you interrupted your husband, smiling and giving him a quick kiss while Rohan was distracted. “Got it!” he cheered, holding a folded piece of paper, he held it out to his father, beaming with pride as Obanai took it from him and unfolded it. He set down his cup of half-melted ice cream, eyes scanning the contents of the paper before looking at you. “Is this?” You grinned back at him. “Momma says she has a baby, which makes me a brother. Do you have one too?” Rohan interrupted, leaning over the paper in your husband's hand. “No sweetheart, only mommy has a baby” the crestfallen expression on your son's face made you chuckle, wiping at his face again. “Your really pregnant?” Obanai finally spoke up reaching over to grab your wrist. “Yeah, I’m really pregnant” you replied. You couldn’t help but match the joy that painted your husband's face as he squeezed your hand. You giggled as he leaned forward, planting quick kisses on your cheeks. “Another one, another little baby. Rohan are you excited?” Rohan nodded enthusiastically, practically bouncing with each nod. “I’m gonna be the best brother”

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This is It

The yard was quiet as you sat on the porch, watching the sun wave its final goodbye before it settled behind the horizon for the night. Kyojuro’s crow sat next to you, pecking at the sunflower seeds you had brought out in a small bowl for him. It was a steady rhythm, the clinking of the bowl and the shuffling of your feet that dangled off the side of the porch, you were expecting Kyojuro any second. He sent his crow ahead to ask you to meet him out front, so here you were. Patiently waiting for him and his fiery mane to show up.

“Are you cold?” the crow looked up, sunflower seeds dusting its beak. Its head tilted, staring at you with blank eyes. You huffed, ignoring the nagging feeling that you were being judged by a bird. “Right, you're a bird, what do you know?” you let out a sigh, slouching where you sat while you looked back at the setting sun, painting the sky with vibrant orange and pink hues, no longer the coastal blue you were used to.

“It’s beautiful isn’t it?” you jumped at the intrusion, not knowing you were being watched. Kyojuro stood tall near the gates, a smaller female stood steps behind him, looking around his wide shoulder at you.

“Kyojuro, 'm sorry I didn’t see you” he laughed, waving off your apology before he stepped past the gates to your home, stepping up the porch where you sat, leaving behind the woman.

“I only just arrived, This is my student, Mitsuri” she waved from where she stood by the gates, you waved back. “I have great news Y/N!” he took one of your hands, holding it up while he spoke. “I went to the hashira meeting in fathers place, they have given me a trial to become a hashira!” he beamed, the excitement that ran in his blood heated his body, including the hand that engulfed your own. He was sweating, gripping tightly to you, never letting his smile falter. “I leave tonight to face a lower moon” you gasped at that announcement, reeling back, taking your hand with it.

“Kyojuro, a lower moon?! Are you ready for that?” he nodded, determination written clearly on his face, furrowed eyebrows confirming it.

“Of course I am! I’ve trained endlessly, I have written to you from all of my missions, successfully dispatching and eliminating every demon I have faced. Once I do this, I become a hashira, the same as father and everyone before me has!” you nodded, still trying to process the news.

“Will you come back?” he was taken back with the question, face relaxing as he looked over your worried expression.

“I’ll stop by as soon as it's over, I’ve only been courting you for 3 months unless you want to marry me already I think I have to come back and continue to show my love to you” your cheeks heated at the confession, watching his own darken at his words. He let out an awkward chuckle, anxious hands scratching at the back of his head. “I mean, if you want, I can come back later on, maybe in a week, after everything is official. I’ll write to you though, I always do” You stood, shaky hands raising to cup his face.

“Just come back, Kyojuro. I would like to keep seeing you. Stay safe, please. I believe in you, okay! Work hard!” he beamed, placing a soft kiss on the palm that held his cheek.

“I’ll be back soon. Look forward to it!” he stepped out of your hold, flashing one last smile your way before jogging out of your yard, taking his crow and Mitsuri with him.

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Warnings: Manga Spoilers, Final arc Spoilers, mentioned character death

The tension was thick, almost palpable between the 5 occupants of the table. No one was speaking, lost in thought at the proposition Uzui Tengen had presented.

"I'll do it" Shinjuro's gravelly voice cut through the unbearable silence.

"Father no, you've been out of the field for far too long"

"Do you think that changes anything? I'm in far better shape to fight than you are. Both of you, actually" Tengen’s eyebrows furrowed at the words, shifting so he sat straighter next to the elder flame hashira. "I'll go myself"

"No," Kyojuro interrupted his father, "absolutely not. If Muzan gets to them that means he went through everyone else. EVERYONE. Even if he was weakened, you by yourself won't be able to do anything. I think all three of us should do it" you placed a cautious hand on your husband's wrist. He didn't look down, just carefully patting your hand with his free hand, Acknowledging your anxiety.

"Kyojuro, you cannot die now" Shinjuro turned his full attention towards his eldest son. "I have lost my wife, I neglected you both for far too long. Allow me to atone" Shinjuro’s eyes were misty as he looked at his son, almost pleading with him to listen. "You have a family, a beautiful daughter. You know Senjuro better than I do. I need you to stay back and take care of them" Kyojuro didn't try to hide his shock at his father's words. Finally looking at you next to him. You squeezed his hand in reassurance, sending him a small smile before he turned back to his father.

"Sir, this was asked as my final mission for the corps, you would be working under me if you decide to do this"

"He's not doing this!" Kyojuro spoke, louder than he had been. Almost yelling.

"Mommy" you leaned back, looking down the hallway where your daughter stood, the worn lion plushy hanging by her side. You stood, removing yourself from your husband's side to go meet your daughter. Squatting down you greeted her.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?" you tucked an untamed curl behind her ear and out of her face. She peered behind you at your husband's fuming figure

"Why did daddy yell?" You looked behind you at Kyojuro who had taken to deep breathing, attempting to soothe his own rage.

"Because uncle Tengen is going away for a little bit and he's really excited. Why aren't you in bed?" Hinata shrugged, pulling the lion plushy against her chest.

"Can you read?" You nodded, allowing her smaller hand to grasp onto your fingertips and lead you back to her room. She tucked herself back into her bed, having her lion do the same as she sat laid there, watching you pick out a book from her small shelf.

"Mommy?"

"Hm?" You didn't turn away from her shelf

"Is daddy going?" That made you turn, pulling a random book with you as you smiled.

"I don't know baby, you know daddy and uncle Tengen are best friends. He might go, but he might not. Grandpa wants to go as well, but three people might be too much. We'll see, but don't worry. I'll have daddy tell you in the morning, okay?" She nodded blonde and red curls bouncing with each shake of her head.

"I can't let you go too, Kyojuro. You're Not the flame hashira anymore for a reason, you were almost killed, your spine isn't the same, your balance isn't the same and it's been 2 years" Tengen finally interjected. Agreeing with the elder flame hashira on the matter.

"Tengen...please"

"You've got a kid, man. You've got a family, we're here to protect families so no one else has to live without a complete family, what would be the point if we let that happen to your family?" Kyojuro sighed, dejected. He worked for years for this, for a chance to finally take out and end the rain of terror the king of demons had bestowed on Japan.

"You guys have families as well though?" Tengen laughed.

"The girls and I have been prepared to die for years" it was a morbid sentence. "Any one of the missions we went on there was a chance of one of us not coming back. They are my first priority, I am my last. But defeating the demon king after he took my hand? That's some flashy revenge" Senjuro finally piped up from where he sat next to Tengen, quietly listening.

"Brother, I think it's better this way. As much as you don't like it. I'm sure you could provide assistance, even helping clean up after or dealing with the injured. You can still help. But no one wants you to die in this battle. Y/N and Hinata need you" Kyojuro was frustrated, it reflected in the twitch of his eyebrow but He also understood everyone's point.

“What else can I do then?”

~

Kyojuro paced your bedroom, deep in thought as he anxiously rubbed at his chin.

“Love?” you tried “My flame?” He continued his pacing, ignoring your calls as he pondered. “Kyojuro!” you spoke a bit louder, trying not to wake your daughter in the room next to you but wanting to pull your husband from his stupor. He paused, dropping his arms back to his side as he turned. “Kyojuro, come lay down, their decision is final and you know that after you, those two are incredibly stubborn” he didn’t even smile at your words, silently climbing into the blankets next to you. Pulling the gray quilts higher so you were thoroughly covered you scooted closer to your husband.

“This is what I've been waiting for, this is what I fought for. For so long, what my family has been fighting for.” he sighed, frustrated at the turn of events.

“I know my love, but they are right. You’ve said it yourself, you can’t fight the same, no matter how much therapy and rehab you went through with Shinobu and even other outside professionals, you aren’t the same. You experienced an injury that would have killed an average man my love” you pressed a kiss to his bare shoulder, running delicate fingers over his bicep, a small gesture that you hoped would comfort his growing frustration. “I know you are upset, but you need to stop thinking about your feelings and think rationally. Tengen and Shinjuro are the best two there are to protect Kiriya, Kuina, and Kanata. They can provide physical assistance while you provide direction. Help them arrange a plan, carry them through the loss that everyone will be facing. They are young kids, they will need that help, that direction, that stability. This is going to be insanely hard my love, a lot of people won’t be coming out of that battle. You have to be there to stay strong for them, to keep everyone grounded. You made a promise to Tengen, you have to keep that” He sighed, finally accepting his fate. He laid back, pulling you down with him.

"I'm not happy about it, but I understand. I can't leave you behind anyways" You chuckled, resting your head onto his bare chest, enjoying the warmth he provided.

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“Kyojuro” the man turned away from his father and brothers' shrinking figures. “I need you to promise me something” You took a step away from your husband, disappearing into the house to give the two of them some privacy. “Makio, Suma, and Hina. I need you to promise me you’ll watch over them if something happens. This could be happening at any moment and I need to know that they will be okay” Kyojuro nodded.

“Of course, anything I can do. Your wives will be taken care of, I won't marry them though. One is more than enough for me” Tengen laughed, throwing his arms around his friend and pulling him close.

“Thank you. That’s some weight off my chest” he heaved a sigh before pulling out of Kyojuro’s embrace. “Thank you Kyojuro. Good night Y/N!” he yelled back into the open door before taking his leave, going back home.

[strawberry-lemonade-kisses]

Based off the song Fourth of July by Sufjan Stevens

Warnings: Mugen Train spoilers, character death, grief, mention of suicide, crying, many tears, injury, mentioned animal death

Every demon slayer is quickly forced to come to two realizations. Life is short and you can’t save everyone. As you train for endless days and work your hardest, pushing your body past its limits you are able to understand and appreciate every moment you have on this earth. Kyojuro embraces every moment, even the moments that didn’t seem like they should have been embraced like this. His favorites and most treasured though were the ones with you. Even the silly things like watching your eyes light up at the sight of your favored soba stall, seconds before you grab his sleeve and drag him over, begging him to sit and eat with you. He always did, or The moments where you would cry for him every time he came home injured. Or the moment where you yelled at Shinjuro when you first met him, fuming at the older former hashira as he degraded Senjuro in front of you. Kyojuro couldn’t pinpoint his favorite moment with you, it wasn’t even the night he first laid in bed with you, tired but wrapped in the overwhelming warmth of love as you both stared into each other's eyes.

But, just like everything else, things change, the future is finite, and life is short. He read the letter over and over as he sat on the engawa of the serpent hashira's home, eyebrows furrowed before he handed it over to the man sitting next to him.

“I don’t understand” was all he said before standing up, running a frustrated hand through his hair.

“Rengoku?” Obanai’s voice was hesitant as he carefully stepped up to the man who looked seconds away from thrusting his own sword through his chest. He was crying, silently as he stared up at the sky, both hands sitting on top of his head, tugging at the blonde roots of his hair. “You need to go see if it's true” was all the smaller male said before the flame hashira was off, running through the night to your home, to your family's estate. The usual hour-long trip took only 10 minutes as Kyojuro used his total concentration breathing to pick up his pace. He paused outside the front door, unsure how to proceed. Should he barge in and ask if it was true? Should he knock and hope you would run through the front door to greet him with a smile like you always did? His questions spiraled before the front door slid open.

“Oh, you aren’t the Fushigi's. how may I help you?” an elderly woman greeted him.

“I’m Kyojuro” was all he blurted out. The elderly woman visibly shrunk into herself at the statement.

“Everyone is at the hospital, please hurry. It won’t be long” Kyojuro was gone before the woman could finish her sentence.

Room 112. Room 112. Kyojuro chanted it as he paced down the hallways, winding through the corridors before he came across the room. He didn’t hesitate this time, not even bothering to knock before he was bursting into the room.

Nothing had prepared Kyojuro for what he saw inside. There you were, the love of his life, hooked up to machines and iv's a steady stream of blood going to and from your body as they tried everything they could to keep you going, to keep you here. Your mother and father both sat next to your bed, your younger brother sat in the corner, gaze carefully watching your chest rise and fall, letting everyone know you were still alive, for now. Your father stood as Kyojuro walked further into the room, shutting the door to the stale white room before he approached the bed.

“You must have received the letter. Thank you for coming, she’s been in and out, she’ll be happy to see you one more time” kyojuro ignored the last part, analyzing your state with his own eyes. You were almost the same color as most of the demons he faced, deathly white, tinged with gray. There was a bandage on your left arm and he could see the bandaging around your shoulders.

“Kyojuro” your mother spoke up, removing the handkerchief from her face, stained from her makeup and tears. “They said she won’t make it. We were hoping you would come, so you could say goodbye. They stabilized her as much as they could but her injuries were too much. She’ll be gone by morning” your mother broke off into a sob, your father carefully holding onto her, rubbing his hand along her back to soothe her, blinking away tears of his own.

“What happened? How did this happen?” your brother finally moved.

“She was in the hills, her and our dog, you know Tobi? They were in the hills and there was a coyote. She didn’t know and Tobi was so old, I guess she tried to save Tobi. We're lucky the hunters were out. Tobi wasn’t that lucky.” your brother stood next to his parents, watching your nose scrunch, a sign you were waking up. Your eyes slowly opened, hazy and unfocused as you blinked awake. You took a few seconds, looking at everyone crowded around you before you stared at Kyojuro.

“Kyo” you wheezed, sucking in a sharp breath. Your eyebrows scrunched in pain.

“Hey, love, take it easy. You don’t need to talk, it's okay.” his smile was weak, only one end of his lips curling upwards. He was trying, he really was, but the more you tried to speak, the more obvious it was that you weren’t making it to the morning. “I have a present for you, my dear, I was going to give it to you later, but there's no time like the present, right?!” although he tried to sound upbeat, excited even. It was watery, drowned by the tears that threatened his waterline and the cries that tugged at his throat. He took a step back under the dim lighting, digging into his uniform pants for a few seconds before he pulled out a small wooden box. Your hazy eyes glared at him, a glint of curiosity seating itself in your gaze. “We’ve been together for 3 years and your parents even gave me permission. So let’s get married okay?” He held out the box, opening the lid to reveal a silver band, lined with opals, your favorites. He could see the pain register in your eyes, eyebrows sinking further, you knew you wouldn’t make it.

“Kyo” the words were weaker than the first time, hoarse and filled with pain.

“Please? Y/N I’ll even let it be a fall wedding okay? So please, you have to stay with me” your hand raised from your sides. Shakily you rested a small hand over the one that held the box.

“Kyojuro please don’t do this to her” Your father interrupted, asserting himself.

“Y/N?”

“I love you” you let out a shaky breath, closing your eyes for a few seconds as you breathe. Your eyes didn’t open back up until the ring was on your finger, Kyojuro had crouched next to the bed, sitting on his knees as he held your hand. “Kyo, I’m sorry” tears were falling down your cheeks as you held his gaze, unsteady as he watched you take another shaky breath.

“It’s okay my love, I’ll see you okay? I’ll wait for you and I'll never forget you. I love you so much okay? Don’t forget that please. Don’t forget how much you mean to me. Okay?” you gave a weak nod. You let out another wheeze, turning to face your parents.

“It’s okay. I won’t be far” Kyojuros grip tightened as your own began to loosen. It was a small change but his trained body felt it, everyone knew it. “I love you” your voice was barely a whisper.

“Y/N? Y/N!” your mother jumped up as the machines screamed out, an alarm for the world to know.

Kyojuro quickly understood why his father was the way he was. He was quickly engulfed in grief as he watched them roll you away, signing off on the certificate of your death after letting everyone say their final piece. He stood in the empty room while your family followed your body.

“I think we should get a house with a large yard, for our kids and even puppies!” you didn’t look over at him as the two of you laid on the blanket, watching as stars burned through the sky for seconds before disappearing from sight.

“You want puppies?” you finally looked over at him, surprised by the fact he was already looking at you, red and gold gaze boring into your own.

“Yes, just 2 so they aren’t alone. Maybe, siblings, I feel like Tobi is alone when I'm not home and Eijiro is always out with his friends as well.” Kyojuro chuckled at the notion, your beloved companion feeling alone even though you doted after him and even brought him along on most of your dates with Kyojuro, tonight was an exception though, he was getting old and didn’t feel like leaving the comfort of your fireplace.

“Why are you crying?” Kyojuro sat up as you let out a watery chuckle, rolling to face away from him.

“It’s dumb, I just feel bad. I don’t know”

“You're so sweet my dear. You're so caring and your heart is enormous, you care for things that aren’t even your own and for people you don’t know” he brushed your hair over your shoulder, placing a kiss on the skin that laid bare from your kimono. You brushed at the tears before turning back to him.

“Thank you, my love, thank you for being here and continuing to love me even though I’m a crybaby” his laughter was loud, startling your neighbor's dog.

He angrily rubbed at his face, smearing the salty tears that didn’t stop falling. He didn’t stay to talk to your family, choosing to go to his beloved friend's home and wallow.

All the hashira assisted Kyojuro to the funeral, standing in support of their flame hashira as he said his final goodbye, he wouldn’t see you ever again, only a headstone that was carved with your name. He had insisted on not taking time off of work, unsure if he would return if he accepted the time. He fought harder, he pushed himself further and molded himself to become practically unstoppable. Driven by grief that was never fully processed, Kyojuro climbed his way up. He hid his pain behind bright smiles and positive affirmations, choosing to burden no one but himself as he tucked himself into his futon each morning after a night of patrols and fighting. He was driven by the memories of you, your encouragement and pride in him, the love that was shared, his feelings that were so open. He had one goal through it all, not dwelling on the empty feeling in his chest. Even as he knelt next to the wreckage of the Mugen train, watching his own blood pool beneath him.

“I believe in you, I believe in you all” He spoke carefully, his own blurred vision focusing behind the young slayer who sobbed into his hands, knelt in front of him. There you were, a soft smile on your face as you held the arm of his mother.

“Welcome home Kyojuro” your smile mimicked his own as darkness flooded his vision